He Makes Me Bundle

He Makes Me Bundle

Book I: He Makes Me Hot

Book II: He Makes Me Wet

Book III: He Makes Me Burn

Published: February 2012

Published by i heart Smut. Copyright, Gia Blue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Editor: Craig Kim | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

Mom’s been gone for about a year or so, leaving me and my stepdad, Justin, to fend for ourselves. And what was so important that she would abandon her eighteen-year-old daughter and new husband? She ran off to join the circus. No lie.

After all this time, I’ve finally accepted she’s probably not coming back. My gut feeling was confirmed when I came home one day to find Justin staring at divorce papers.

No tears or anything, just him focusing on the pages requesting he go from married man to newly single…just as soon as possible, please.

Finding him in the near-dark, looking down and dejected, I did the only thing I could think of…I hugged him, wrapped him in my arms and held on tight. “I’m sorry, J. You don’t deserve this.”

He’s broad, so I didn’t quite encircle him, but it was close-ish. He’s a firefighter, big and toned and sweet as the day is long. And my mother definitely hadn’t deserved him. From the moment she’d brought him home, it’d all been about how hot he was, how he had a steady job and would take care of us. That he was “going places.”

Stability was all that my mom saw when she looked at Justin. And sure, that’s what I’d thought about too…at first. After my real dad abandoned us when I was three, having a “normal” family seemed pretty awesome.

But then, Mom never got to know the sweetheart he really is. The man who would’ve brought flowers home to her, taken care of repairs around the house without being asked.

Justin is such a keeper.

Mom was just an idiot. A circus idiot.

They’d dated for two months, gotten engaged, and then were married within another two. Love at first sight, she’d said.

He went along for the ride.

That night, when I’d hugged him, I started feeling a lot less like a little girl, his stepdaughter, and a lot more like a woman. One who could look at Justin and see all of the good things about him, his true personality, his heart…and his body.

Oh, I’d been attracted to him before. No woman could look at his muscled body, sweet smile, and shining blue eyes and be unaffected. He’s the all-American boy, aged by about twenty years. Yeah, he’s hitting thirty-seven this year, but he still looks delicious.

So yeah, I hugged him, he patted my arm and then pulled away, signed the docs before he rose from his chair, pressing a tender kiss to my head. “No worries, Amber, it is what it is and we’ll get past it.”

It may be my imagination, but I remember his lips lingering against my temple, as if savoring the touch.

Of course, I could just be a horny teen, looking to bang my stepdad. I mean ex-stepdad.

Whatever.

It’s been a week since he signed the divorce papers, and we’re still acting as if nothing’s changed.

Okay, that’s a lie.

When I look at him, I see the toned body, the sheen of sweat that coats him after his workout, the way his muscles move beneath his skin. He still wanders through the house in nothing but a pair of shorts, giving me a good look at him, day in and day out.

Gah.

And I think he’s noticed me, noticing him. I also think he’s looking in return.

It started as a look that lingered the tiniest bit too long, and now, he outright stares at me.

Of course, I parade around the house in tiny shorts and even tinier tank top. No bra, naturally.

The point is to get his attention. To see if he wants me as much as I want him. ‘Cause I do. Hard core, fuck me all night long, kind of wanting.

It’s Friday, and Justin has two days off. He’s been working like a fiend this week, and I figure it’s because he’s trying to avoid facing the fact that Mom is really, truly gone.

Doesn’t matter. He’s home tonight and I have a plan.

I’ve already showered, and so, I pick out my typical home wear. Except this time, I’m not wearing any panties and I’m definitely going braless. Just a thin, white, men’s undershirt, and teeny, tiny shorts. Hell, I could totally give the Hooters girls a run for their money.

Dressed, I head downstairs, take the steps two at a time so I can hurry and get dinner ready.

And by ready, I mean ordered. I
so
don’t cook.

After calling the pizza place, I pop a beer into the freezer for Justin so he’ll have something ice cold to drink when he walks through the door. I also snag a couple of twenties from the tin near the phone and toss them on the table by the door. I wanna be ready when the delivery guy shows up.

For now, all I can do is wait.

And think.

Gah.

I lie on the couch, take up the entire thing with my height. I’m just five-six, which is nothing compared to Justin’s six feet. Six feet of rock hard, fuck me even harder, of a gorgeous man.

And I’m getting wet, anticipation thrumming through my veins, excitement heightening my arousal even more. I want his cock in my pussy, as far in my cunt as he can go, and then I want him deeper. Just another inch…

I’m all squirmy now, clit throbbing, heat tensing and spasming, ready to milk his cock for all it’s worth. I cross my legs, tighten my thighs to try to ease the full-blown ache that’s consuming me. A rock of my hips sends a shard of pleasure down my spine and I do it again, savor that piercing sensation.

My nipples are hardening, turning into little nubs, and I want his mouth on me, sucking, biting the sensitive flesh and leaving his mark.

“
Fuck yeah,” I whisper, like I’m talking to him. Like he’s here, giving me what I want.

God, do I want.

But I can’t do this now. Can’t put my hand down my shorts and rub it out. No, I have a plan. Really.

A glance at the clock reveals that it’s almost time for dinner to show up, and with a sigh, I roll from the couch and pad to the window. I’m weird, I guess. I can’t ever really relax while I’m waiting for something to arrive.

It’s like two seconds before the delivery guy drives up and I rush to the front door, snag the twenties off the table before I tug it open. I want him here and gone.

The kid that gets out of the car looks exactly that…like a kid. I mean, I know I’m young, but he looks so much younger. I know he’s not, but he looks like he’s sixteen.

The second he sees me, he stumbles, nearly dropping our food on the driveway. Yeah, I guess I’ll be filling his spank bank for a while.

With a smile, I hold out the money with one hand and snag the food with the other. “Thanks!”

The kid appears to be dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open, fingers barely clutching the money I’ve given him. One final look and I figure he’ll be pretty hot once he’s grown up a bit.

Not as hot as my stepdad, though, and that’s who I’m waiting on.

Holding the pizza, I hip-bump the door after I smile one last time. “G’night.”

The tantalizing scent of pepperoni and cheese fills the air around me and my stomach grumbles.

Ah, to eat or not to eat…that is the question. On one hand, I’ll have pizza breath, but so will he. Fuck it, I need strength if I’m gonna ride him all night long.

And I totally will.

I head back into the living room, our eating area of choice, and just as I plop the box onto the table, I hear another car in the driveway.

He’s home.

Gah.

My stomach turns into a big ball of butterflies and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I want him between my thighs, fucking me hard and long, hour after pleasurable hour. Period.

I can totally do this.

One last breath and I dash into the kitchen to snatch the beer from the freezer. Ice cold beer to go with delicious food, and then he’ll be all relaxed and happy.

Hopefully.

I am totally not usually like this, but I want him so f-ing bad it’s ridiculous.

Plus, we live in the same house. That means a good fucking is only down the hall.

Score!

When I hear his key in the lock, I hurry down the hall and greet him at the door, refreshment in hand. “Hey! Long time no see, J.”

I get a look that’s gratitude and weariness all wrapped up into one. “God, I need that.” He drops his duffel and snags the drink from me, twisting off the top before he takes a long draw from the bottle. “Ah, that hits it, right there.”

I smile wide, happy that I’ve made
him
happy. Bending over, I snatch his bag from the ground. “I’ll get the wash started. There’s pizza in the living room.”

I give him one last glance, and just before I head to the laundry room, I find his attention on my chest, my breasts straining against the super-thin cotton.

He tears his gaze from my tits to look me in the eye, his face turning a light shade of pink. “Yeah, okay. You don’t have to…”

I just roll my eyes. Same argument, different day. “I like taking care of you, J. You do a lot for me in return, so it all balances out.” I gesture toward the living room with my chin. “Go eat.”

And then, he can eat me…

That thought carries me through dinner, through watching stupid television shows while he’s sprawled next to me on the couch. Pizza devoured, he’s still nursing his first beer. He likes one to relax, but he typically stops after just the one.

So yeah, it’s time for me to make my move.

This really sounded a lot better in my head. Now, not so much.

Taking a deep breath, and saying a quick prayer to God for courage, I snag the remote. “Do you mind if I switch it? There’s this movie I’ve wanted to see and it’s coming on the pay channel soon. That okay? I’ll totally pay you back.”

Because, even if he gets my pussy, I don’t want to take advantage. I’m working while I’m in school, so there’s no reason I can’t contribute.

My voice seems to break him from some trance, because he jumps, attention turning to me in an instant. “Wha—?” He clears his throat, snags his beer and finishes it off. “A movie? Right. Sure. Go ahead and order it. And you’re not paying me back.” He gives me this look like I’m a total moron.

Well, when he sees what I’m about to order, he may change his mind.

“
Lemme go grab a soda and some popcorn and we can watch it together.” He hops to his feet, six-foot frame towering over me. “Lemme guess, this is a total chick flick, right?”