I Joined My Dead Sister's Curling Team, and Her Widower Joined Me novel · Chapter 4 of 24

Chapter 4: Jeans You Like

Dale Hovland put my palms flat on his steel workbench and told me not to move them.

"Yes, sir," I said, and he smiled for the first time all day.

It was a quiet smile.

The shop was empty on a Saturday, and the overhead lights hummed.

It smelled of cutting oil and hot metal.

I had come in through the side door in the jeans I liked, and he had locked it behind me without a word.

Now I stood bent over his bench with my hands on the cold steel and my hair hanging in my face.

He stood behind me.

He did not touch me for a long time.

I could hear him breathing, slow and even, and the tick of the wall clock.

"Look at the wall," he said.

I looked at the wall.

A row of tools hung there inside outlines he had drawn in black marker, every wrench in its own shape.

"Every tool has a place," Dale said.

"I like to know where everything is."

"I know where I am," I said.

"Good."

His hands slid around my waist from behind.

They were big and warm and calloused, and the left one had a burn scar across the back, smooth and shiny.

He unbuttoned my jeans.

He took his time with the zipper, and I felt each tooth let go.

Then he pushed the denim down over my hips and thighs, and my underwear with it, and left them at my knees.

The shop air was cool on my bare skin.

"Spread your feet," he said.

I spread them as far as the jeans allowed.

"A little more."

I moved my feet, and the denim stretched tight.

"Good girl."

The words went through me and settled low in my belly.

He ran one palm slowly down my spine and over the curve of my ass.

Then he cupped me from behind, with his hand flat and hot against my pussy, and I gasped.

"You're already soaked," Dale said.

"I've been thinking about this since Thursday," I said.

"I know you have. Leif told me."

"He told you?"

"We tell each other everything now," Dale said, and I heard the dry humor in it.

"It saves a lot of trouble."

He lowered himself to one knee behind me.

"Hold the bench," he said.

His hands parted me, and his tongue slid wet and slow over my pussy from behind.

I jolted, and my fingers whitened on the steel.

He licked me with a patient, thorough mouth, circling my clit and dipping into me, until my thighs trembled and I heard myself whimper.

"Dale, please."

"Not yet," he said, into me.

He stood, and wiped his mouth with the back of his scarred hand.

He pushed two thick fingers into me, slowly, and I let my head drop between my shoulders.

He worked them in and out with a steady, patient rhythm, and he curled them forward until I moaned.

His other hand found my clit and rubbed it in tight, slow circles.

"Keep your hands where they are," he said.

"I will."

"What do you want, Britt?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said, into the steel.

"Say it properly."

"I want you to put your cock in me and fuck me over this bench."

"Say please," he said.

"Please, Dale."

His voice was calm.

His fingers were not.

They drove in harder, and my knees began to shake.

Then his other hand left my clit, drew back, and came down flat on my ass.

The crack of it rang through the empty shop.

I cried out, shocked, and it stung and bloomed hot, and my pussy clenched around his fingers.

"Again?" he asked.

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