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  She's babbling. Nervous? I'm used to that. With the way I look, every woman I talk to acts this way. It usually doesn't bother me but at this moment, I wish my superpower was to instantly put people at ease, because I want her to be at ease with me. Which is strange as fuck. I reach out a hand and place it on top of hers, hoping the contact soothes her. Another jolt shoots up my arm, this one travelling all the way to my balls. I groan inwardly. The fuck is happening to me?

  "Sweet Everly, let me help you with your things." What. The. Fuck? Did that just come out of my mouth?

  A blush spreads across her beautiful face. Aiming to distract myself, I start scanning her purchases. This girl has got me talking shit and she's only been here ten minutes. I'm in complete denial about what I just felt when our hands touched. I've never felt that before, and I'm a bit freaked out by it. The woman of my dreams just woke something deep inside me, making her the woman of my nightmares. Something I thought I’d never feel and did not want to feel either. Until now. I make a note of her delivery: ten sheets of plasterboard. I've never been excited about making a delivery before, but I am now.

  Chapter Three

  EVERLY

  “Sweet Everly..."

  Shit. Is he flirting? I don't know how to flirt; does he want me to flirt back? Jesus, it's hot in here, is it hot in here? The way he says my name. My knickers are instantly wet, and I start to wiggle on the spot.

  "Thanks, Garrot. See you Monday!" I find myself saying as he finishes packing up my things into store bags. Shit, left my cloth bags at the house. Ugh, five pence a bag, damnit. Way to do your bit for the environment, Ever. Before he gets the chance to say anything else, I rush out of the door. Of course, I end up crashing into it and I fall out onto the street. By some miracle, I don't face plant onto the ground. I must have one very frustrated-looking guardian angel watching out for me today.

  I call for a taxi. I can't walk all the way back to the house with these heavy bags, they'll never make it. They'll break and everything will spill onto the street. I wait outside the book shop for it to arrive. The heat is making me itch.

  MY TAXI PULLS UP OUTSIDE the house just as a flatbed truck does. Garrot is fast! He's already delivering the plasterboard sheets I ordered while in the shop.

  "Ah, just in time, Everly. I'll get these into the house for you," his husky voice calls to me from across the garden.

  I'm sweaty, exhausted, and hungry, but I'm sure as shit not going to ask him to go away. Nope, I'm going to drop these bags in the front room, take a seat, and watch this hot piece of art bring in the plaster sheets. Opening the door, I feel him right behind me. I take a small step back and bend slightly, just barely touching my arse to his crotch. I feel him stiffen and he pulls in a hissing breath between his teeth. God, I'm a wanton hussy! But I feel no shame.

  I use my foot to prop the door open. I watch as he glides past me with the first two boards in his Hulk-like arms. He's taken off the checked shirt and is now in just the tight, white t-shirt and faded blue jeans that hug his peachy arse. Down girl! There I go, wiggling on the spot again. My knickers had just dried from earlier. It's looking like a cold shower is in the cards for me tonight. Dumping my bags, I offer Garrot a drink, like the fucking awesome hostess I'm not, while he puts the boards in the dining room for me.

  "Thanks, I'll take a beer if you've got one? And a closer look at that arse," he says on a laugh.

  Err, no, I don't but I've got tea. He wipes his forehead and pushes his bangs to the side. Look at me, flirting and everything.

  "Unfortunately, no beers, sorry. Cuppa? And hands off the arse, yours are all white," I reply, giggling. He swipes the back of his hand across his forehead and I'm almost appalled to find my eyes following the beads of sweat that drip down his arms, almost. I want to lick him all over. Shit, why am I so horny?

  "Sure, babe, I like it sweet, two sugars, please. And I can wash my hands." Garrot says with a wink. He’s a little out of breath, but not much. God, it's sexy. He wipes his hands on his jeans, leaving behind white hand marks. I roll my eyes at him as I trot to the kitchen to make brews. While the kettle boils, I can almost picture him naked above me, panting, sweat covering his smooth skin. Practically feel the hardness of his body against the softness of my own. The kettle clicks, bringing me back to reality. I precariously carry two hot cups of tea into the front room, while trying to not picture him naked.

  "Cuppas up," I breathe out. I need to get a hold of myself. I know it's been a while, but I've just met this guy. I flop down onto the sofa and sip on my brew.

  "Thanks, babe. Mmm, that's a good brew," Tower says as he sits on the dusty old settee next to me, so close his deodorant whaffs up my nose. I barely stop myself from leaning closer. "So, Ever, what brings you to this small town by the sea?"

  Shit. I cross my legs to give myself some time to answer, then take a big gulp of my tea. I always cool my cups of tea. My mum used to tell me to drink it like an adult and not put cold water in it, but I like to be able to drink it without burning my tongue off like acid.

  "Well, my Mum passed away a few months ago, and she left this house to me. I figured, why not move here? The city was suffocating me, so I just... did it." Phew, that was easy enough, not a lie but not the whole truth. Can't tell him about my dreams or about the feeling I had that drew me here like a moth to the flame. Garrot looks at me with his green eyes and I melt into the cushions. The sofa is huge, big enough for five people to fit comfortably. I wonder who my granny had come visit so often that she needed so many seats?

  "That's a bold move, babe. Did your boyfriend not mind you moving so far away?" Garrot asks. Huh, he seems genuinely interested in my life. I wonder if we could actually be friends?

  "No... no boyfriend." Bloody hell. Now I sound pathetic, so I add, "We broke up ages ago, he wasn't very nice so... yeah, that's the past." Shit, shit, what the hell am I doing? I barely know this man. He's nice and all, not to mention, beyond sexy, but I never talk about this sort of stuff. With anyone... ever. Why am I opening up to Garott? Out of nowhere, something tickles my face. I reach up to bat it away when my fingers come away wet. Get your act together, Ever, don't make the guy uncomfortable. Quit being a girl.

  Something rough and warm lands on my hand and I look down to see he has laid his over mine. This guy wastes no time and I like it. I am more than ready to move onto the next chapter in my life. Who knows, maybe I'll get myself two boyfriends. Leyland and Garrot. I giggle at myself in my head. Not a chance, Ever. Guys that look like these two don't want girls that look like you. A girl can dream though, right?

  "I understand, babe, trust me. Try to remember, not all guys are like that. I'm not like that,” he replies passionately.

  Jesus give me the strength to not fall into this guy’s arms... and I'm in his arms. But I'm really ok with it. They’re like steel around me, making me feel safe for what has to be the first time in my life. It's so comforting I find myself hoping this guy wants me too. He is so boyfriend material. So sweet to offer me comfort despite just meeting today, and he didn't laugh at my terrible attempts at flirting. I pull back and stare at his lips. I just manage to stop myself from leaning in. Easy, girl, easy. He wants me to know he's not like my ex? Huh, I wonder why it's important I know that about him?

  "Sorry, babe, I really do have to go. I don't want to, but my Dad needs the truck really early, so I've got to get it back to him.”

  He's talking, I know he is because I'm staring at his mouth. I could watch those lips move all night and not get bored. He sees where I'm staring and purposely darts his tongue out and wets his lips, his eyebrows raise in a challenge. Oh man. Oh man, oh man. Is he getting closer? Shit, he's leaning in! He stops just before our lips meet. I pull away.

  “How about I show you the town Monday after work? We could get a drink, or even go to the arcades if you'd like?” he says with a hint of excitement in his sexy voice.

  “Actually, I would love that! We could go eat too, if you're up for it?” I s
ay as we stand. I'm a little hopeful myself. Garrot seems lovely, and I could always use a friend to hang out with.

  “Great, I’ll take you to the best place in town. I hope you like pizza?” He laughs and it’s so infectious, I can’t help but laugh along with him. He pulls me in for a hug, his hands snaking down to grab handfuls of my bubble butt.

  “Hmm, sorry, couldn't help myself, cleaned my hands as requested.” He lets go and lifts his hands up to show me; they are indeed clean.

  Oh my god. Cheeky sod. Actually, I kinda liked it. His hands on me sent shivers down my spine.

  "Can I have your number? You know, to organize that date?" he asks, a slight blush on his cheeks.

  Date? Date? Oh, hell yea. He pulls out his phone from his back pocket.

  "Sure. It's 07923875980." I rattle off the numbers to him as he types it into his phone. He immediately texts me, so I save his to mine. Walking side by side to the front door, he reminds me to be at work by nine o'clock on the dot, smiling at me like he thinks I'll be late. Then he heads out the door.

  "See you Monday, beautiful," he calls over his shoulder and climbs into the van. Once he drives away I walk back inside. The house seems empty without his energy to fill it. Which is an odd thought. He was only here for a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

  Clearing the cups and dropping them in the sink, I climb the stairs. I have a quick shower because it's been so hot today, I think parts of me actually melted. I spend the rest of the evening planning what needs doing to the house. Making more lists, checking a few things off. Things are happening quickly, which is just how I like things to go.

  Finally, its bedtime. Laying down on my fresh sheets, I try to picture both Leyland and Garrot in my mind’s eye. Two hot as fuck guys, both with their hands on me, but before they can fully form, I'm met with the dream from the train. But this time, two of the figures are a little closer.

  Leyland

  "Where the fuck is Garrot with that truck?" his Dad's aged voice shouts from the front room.

  "I don't know. He sent me a text a few hours ago to say he was delivering some panels to the house up on Sands Hill. Maybe he got lucky?" I shout back. Maybe he did get lucky? Women take one look at him and their knickers drop. A face his mother gifted him with and the body he worked damn hard to get. What girl could resist? "Alan, he's pulling up now," I say as I make my way to the front door. Before I reach it the old man's there.

  "Bitch better have a good excuse for making me stay up this late, fucking kids," he says, only half as angry as the words sound. Alan opens the door, revealing Garrot standing there, a huge smile on his face. Huh, I guess he didn't get lucky then. Usually, he comes back with a troubled look on his face, like he enjoyed it while it lasted, but it tore him up inside once it was over. He claims to love being a bachelor, but we all know he hates it, even if he won't admit it.

  "Get your fucking arse in here, boy. Gimme them keys!" Alan growls as he snatches the keys from Garrot’s loose grip. Fucking hell, he didn't even hold them over his head and get his dad to jump for them like he usually does. I give him my best ‘the fuck?’ face as he sits his huge frame into one of the seats at the dining table. The old man finally goes to bed, grumbling about losing his beauty sleep.

  "Beer?" I ask as I open the fridge.

  "Hell yea, bro, need it after today." Now I'm all ears. I pull out two bottles, popping the lids, and place one on the table in front of him. "Yup. Met the girl of my nightmares today, man. She's fucking hotter than any woman I've ever seen." He looks down at the palms of his hands, like he's searching for something. Not finding it, he looks stricken.

  "Arse for days. Shit, Le, I think I'm in love." Garrot’s bewildered face stares up at me, looking like he's asking me to tell him it's not true.

  "Get out of here, Garrot, you've never loved anyone more than you love the gym. You can't be in love." I let my humour bleed into the words as I down the last of my beer. I take pity on him and leave him to wallow in the dark as I make my way to bed. Tomorrow, it's business as usual at the station, bright and early. Those connections won't make themselves. Which reminds me, Karl will be back tomorrow, too. Wait until I tell him we've lost Gar to a pretty girl; shit, he'll never live it down. Upstairs, I have a quick shower and shave before getting into my little bed. This isn't my place; I'm staying here while my flat is under assessment. Apparently, it's so old the walls might come down at any minute.

  I don't really care; the place was a dive to begin with. I've yet to start working on plans for my own place, it wouldn't feel right not living with Garrot or Karl. As soon as I close my eyes, Red is there. Fuck me sideways, she's naked! Those perky tits of hers on full display, my dick gets hard so fast I'm dizzy. Bloody stupid seal! Stop objectifying her, Leyland, her beautiful soul called to you more than her sexy body did... just.

  Chapter Four

  GARROT

  I wake up bright and early. Today's the day sweet Everly starts work at the shop. I'm half looking forward to seeing her again, and half dreading it. I haven't been able to get what happened between us out of my head. The sexy sounds she makes when she's turned on, the way her soft body felt against my own hard one. I can almost feel that sexy arse in my hands. I lay there on my bed, close my eyes and picture her face. Oh my god, she is absolutely stunning. My dick gets hard as my desire swells. Maybe if I relieve the tension now, I won't make a fool of myself trying to flirt with her all day. I may have had a sneaky feel of her behind, but I don't think she will appreciate me trying to dry hump her leg while she stocks the shelves. Pulling the duvet over my head, I let my mind wander into the fantasy.

  I reach my hand out and grip the base of her ponytail, the other wrapping around her body and rests on the curve of her arse. I slip my real hand into my boxers, stroking my hardening cock.

  ‘Garrot.’ The breathy tone of her voice makes my dick twitch in my hand. ‘I want you inside me, please.' Hell yeah! In my mind’s eye, we are both naked, soft silk sheets under us. A blazing fire to the side is casting a show of light and shadow across her flawless skin, while soft music plays in the room. Who knew I liked a bit of romance? She's panting and writhing around. Shit, she's sexy. My hands take on a purpose of their own when they pinch her hard nipples. My real hand glides over the tip of my cock, making my hips jerk and my toes curl from the over sensitivity. My other hand goes to my own nipple. I flick it making a groan escape me.

  She arches into my hand and I kneel between her thighs.

  ‘Make me yours, Gar. I want you.’ That's all I need to hear. Lining up at her centre I notice that she's not ready to receive me yet, so I rub the pad of my thumb over her nub. I can feel it throbbing and swelling. Leaning forward, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, my tip nudging her entrance. Oh, fuck me, so wet. My hand pumps faster up and down my cock, the throb of my dick matching the throb in her imaginary clit.

  Unable to stop myself any longer I slowly inch my way into heaven. She's so tight, wet, and warm that I nearly blow my load right there and then. I can almost feel her juices drip down my balls. I'm on the edge so I ease back on my cock, taking my time with this realistic fantasy. I lick the palm of my hand and rub it against the end of my cock, a bead of pre-cum helping it slide back and forth. My arse clenches as my fantasy self-drives my cock deep inside Everly. She gasps, and her head falls to the side.

  ‘Oh yes! That's it, Garrot. Fill me.’ Her words spur me on. I go from slowly grinding my hips against her, to pumping in and out of her so fast the room fills with the sounds of our skin slapping together. My hand is jerking up and down matching the speed I set in my fantasy. My head thrashes and moans of pleasure escape me as I fuck her into next week in my mind. "Fuck, Everly, you're so sexy," I say out loud. One of my hands cups my balls, rolling them, while I bring the other back to my tongue and I lick the palm again. I can't help the moan I let out tasting myself on my hand. When I start pumping my dick again, my body starts to tremble.

  I reach down between our sweaty b
odies and pinch her clit between my fingers and her back arches so hard that I'm nearly pushed out of her. I can almost feel her sweet pussy grip my dick over and over as my own cum spurts out in hot jets across my stomach. A groan escapes me like a growl. It reverberates through my chest as my body explodes in bliss. I lay there trying to catch my breath while my dick goes soft in my hand as it gives a final twitch that zaps all the way up my spine. Holy crap, that felt amazing. My cum is starting to cool so I sit up a little too fast as dizziness spreads through my head. "Shit, it's everywhere!" How'd I manage to cum all over myself and the bed? How am I going to sneak the sheets into the wash without Le or my Dad noticing? Getting up, I whip off the sheet and replace it with a clean one. Damn. If it feels that fucking good with just my hand, I can only imagine how good it would be if she were really here. I can't even remember the last time I had a wank, or even had the urge to do so over a woman.

  After I clean up, I throw my work uniform on: black work pants and a black t-shirt with a collar and the shop's logo on the left side ,‘Get It Made,’ and dark brown, steel toe boots. I practically skip down the stairs, feeling lighter and happier than I have in a long time. As I reach the bottom, I hear someone attempting to stop themselves laughing behind me. I don't need to turn around to know it's Leyland. Smart arse. I use my telekinesis to slam his bedroom door in his face, a smile spreads as I hear his muffled, "Ouch". I guess he heard me through these thin walls. Shit, I’m not even embarrassed.

  MY SWEET EVERLY ARRIVED early this morning. Yeah, my sweet Everly. After spending the first half of the working day talking about what she has planned for the house and all that she had done over the weekend, it popped into my head. It seems to have stuck. The door opens, the bell above it announcing someone walking through it. Leyland. He always pops in at around one to bring some lunch on his way back to the station. When he takes his break around twelve, he brings me whatever he has in a Tupperware box.