Too Hard (Too 1)

“Is it wet enough for you?”

I jerk around so fast at the sound of her voice I nearly fall over. She’s standing there in the kitchen with a pair of cut-offs so fucking short she might as well be trying to show me her pussy. She’s traded her soaking wet shirt for a tank top that’s low cut and reveals almost as much as before. Does this girl not own a bra?

“What?” I ask as I blink a few times. I know I didn’t hear her right.

“The kitchen, is it wet enough for you?” She smiles like she’s making a joke and my mind is going to explode with the implications of her statement.

“Yes, I mean no,” I sputter and then swallow. “We cut the water to it off and I’m going to replace the pipe,” I say, turning away from her to go back to work. I can’t look at her anymore with how I feel right now.

“How did you manage to do this?” Owen asks, and I know he’s making polite conversation, but I just want this all to stop. We need to hurry up and get out of here.

“I got the bright idea that I could fix the leaky pipe myself,” she says behind me, and it sounds like she’s moved closer.

I glance over and my line of sight is directly to her pussy. She’s a few feet away from me still, but I can see her juicy thighs rubbing together as she walks over and how the denim rolls up between them. She’s got a little camel toe that digs in between her lips and I stare at it while my hands work on the sink. My own muscle memory is fixing the problem while my brain is wondering if it feels good having that strip of denim rubbing against her clit.

“It’s not hard to fix if you know what you’re doing,” Elijah chimes in and she laughs.

“I’m into computers and video games, so I should really just stick to that.” Her voice is too fucking sexy to be on someone so young. She sounds like a woman, but I doubt she’s old enough to drink.

“Really?” Owen pipes up, and I know he’ll be interested in that. The kid loves video games so much that’s what he’s going to college for.

“Yeah,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice as she lists off all the games she plays and Owen sounds impressed. “I’m under BlackoutBomb if you ever want to friend and play.”

“What?” Elijah and Owen say at the same time.

“You’re shitting me,” Owen says, and I pop out from under the sink.

“Language, son,” I say and he shakes his head.

“Dad, you don’t understand. BlackoutBomb is a legend.” He looks at me and then at her. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah.” She laughs a little again and I swear to god it goes straight to my cock. “But you can call me Harlow.”

She holds out her hand, and when Owen reaches to shake it I get out from under the sink and block him.

“This is going to need a lot of repairs,” I say, pointing to the damage. “I can come back tomorrow and fix this for you.”

Why am I saying this? I don’t have time to come back out here and fix this for her. It’s not even my problem and Dave will be back in a couple of days and he can take care of it. It’s not going to get any worse by then.

“I have a contractor who is coming tomorrow, but I’m not sure what he’s going to charge me,” she says as she crosses her arms and pushes her tits up. “Do you think you could give me a quote and I can compare the prices?”

“Our dad is the best in town,” Elijah pipes in, and I feel a twinge of pride as he talks about the work I do. “No matter what the other quote is, our dad is the one you should go with.”

“So far I like what I see.” Her eyes move up and down my body so quickly that I think I imagined it.

All of a sudden I’ve got fantasies of sliding my cock between her thick thighs and cumming in between them. She looks so soft there and it would feel like I was cumming in her without the risk of getting her pregnant.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I pack up my tools. Where the hell did that thought come from? She’s too fucking young for me to be thinking about that. I should let my boys talk to her. Hell, she’s legal and they’re close to it, so it’s better than them chasing sixteen-year-old pussy and trying not to get caught.

“What was your name again?” Harlow asks as she moves closer me.

“Butch,” I grumble, grabbing a card out of my toolbox and leaving it on the counter. “You can reach me at that number and let me know about tomorrow.” I sling my belt over my shoulder and nod to her as I push the boys out the door.