Window Dressing

 CONTENT ADVISORY - m/f, attempted break-up sex...

Nina knew pelting her useless, good-for-nothing boyfriend with apples was an act of extreme immaturity and a waste of perfectly good apples. But the dull thwack of each shiny, green orb as it connected with various parts of his cowering anatomy just felt so good.

“All of my friends, Cam? You tried it on with all of my friends?” Her voice shook, her rage barely kept in check. Her dispassionate gaze raked over him. He flinched under the weight of her stare.

“Baby…” he started.

“Don’t you ‘Baby’ me, Asshole,” she hissed. “Just get out and don’t come back.” She punctuated the sentence by hurling another apple, straight at his crotch.

Cam yelped, curling his body sideways, trying to protect his manhood. Instead, he displayed his hip at the flying fruit. “Ow… Jeez, Nina, can’t we talk about this?”

Talk about it? Talk about how he, her sleaze-machine of a boyfriend had hit on not one, not two, not even three, but four of her closest friends! Four! The cretin should be grateful she stood next to the fruit bowl and not the knife block when he walked in the door. Then the useless gobshite would have something to gripe about.

“I’m not interested in a single, solitary thing coming out of your lying mouth, Cam. You can leave quietly, or I’ll keep throwing things at you until you do go.”

Cam held his ground on the other side of the lounge, scowling at her. Under the onslaught of a few well aimed pieces of fruit his usual suave demeanor had rumpled as badly as his pinstriped suit. Nina narrowed her own blue-eyed gaze, catching his scowl and staring him down. He glanced away first. The restrained fury inside her did a victorious little hop.

She watched him straighten to his full height. Cocking his head to the side, he attempted a smile and reached his hands forward, palms up. “C’mon Sugar. Please don’t be mad,” he wheedled. “I never actually did anything.”

Inwardly, Nina goggled at the sheer audacity of the man. “No, that’s true, Cam,” she replied calmly. “But, that’s only because every single one of them turned down your goddam, try-hard cheating ass!” By the end of the sentence, Nina’s dulcet tones had turned to demonic shrieks. Deciding actions had more sway than words, Nina again resorted to apples to make her point, hurling two in quick succession.

The first narrowly missed its target and flew straight through the front window shattering the glass in a tinkling cacophony of violence. The second connected soundly with the side of Cam’s head. He gave such a high pitched girly squeal, his expression so comically affronted, Nina burst out laughing.

Cam looked at her in horror, as if seeing her for the first time. “Fuck, Nina – you’re a lunatic,” he’d gasped, gingerly touching his fingers to his temple.

“Yeah, a lunatic and an idiot for putting up with a sack of shit like you for so long.” With shoulders still shaking with a mixture of temper and barely contained mirth, she sucked in a deep breath. “This is the last time I’ll say it; get out Cam, and don’t come back.” Pulling another apple from the bowl, she cradled it in her hand, tossed the fruit in the air, catching it in her palm.

Deciding discretion the better part of valor or perhaps just being a lily-livered coward, Cam turned on his heels. With a disgusted snort, he stalked out the front door, stomped over the front porch and across the lawn.

Well, she’d done it now. Not quite as calmly as she had imagined. With a grimace, she wrinkled her freckled nose at the broken window.

Not one of my best shots, she thought, allowing herself a small smirk of satisfaction.

A quick call and the repair job had been logged. Someone was scheduled to be with her within the hour.

Passing by the refrigerator, she snagged herself a beer. God only knows she deserved one. Her eyes dipped in bliss as the chilled amber nectar slid over her taste buds. Holy moly, what a day!

Her lunch date with the girls had turned into a full-scale intervention. Before the breadsticks even hit the table, they sat her in the corner of a booth, blocking any escape. Four equally woeful tales of her boyfriend’s attempted adultery with each of them were then unloaded. She wanted to scream her denial, but the love and concern radiating from her closest confidants kept her pride from making her a fool. In her heart of hearts, she knew Cam was a player. Her vanity had assumed she could tame his wandering eye. Truth was, she knew he wasn’t Mr. Right but she had stupidly thought he was okay as Mr. Right-For-Now.

Her ears pricked up as she heard steps on the porch and Cam’s cautious voice called from the verandah. The chicken-shit was too scared to actually show himself in the doorway. “Nina, can I at least collect my things?” His tone was plaintiff and whiney.

“Just fuck off, Cam. Text me your forwarding address and I’ll send everything tomorrow– but I promise if you hang around here any longer, I will not be responsible for my actions.” Clenching and unclenching her fists, her blood pounded in her ears. She guessed she’d bypassed the Grief Stages of denial and pain and had gone directly to anger. Cam unleashed a few choice curses of his own at her as he again trudged away from the house.

Reaching for her beer, she chugged down several gulps in an effort to calm her frayed nerves. Her eyes watered slightly in the process. Hmmm, what now? Time to get quietly drunk with a pity party for one?

Hearing footsteps again on the porch outside, she whirled toward the sound, incredulous at Cam’s persistence. Her rage suddenly flamed hotter than a jalapeno in the desert. Through the red haze she noted the fruit bowl was all out of apples. Putting down her beer, she grabbed an orange in each hand. Sucking air deep into her lungs, she bellowed at the open doorway.

“Which part of ‘Fuck Off’ don’t you understand, Cam? I don’t want to look at your godforsaken face for another moment. I deserve more than some turd-eating, flea infested mother-fucker like you.” Even though he was still too much of a loser to actually show himself, she hurled the two oranges straight out the door to let him know what she promised if he dared set foot inside the house.

“Ahhh… is this a bad time to look at your broken window?” A deep voice not belonging to Cam, asked from the safety of the verandah.

Immediately wishing for a convenient rock to crawl under, Nina went into damage control, running to the door and peering around the frame. “Oh my God!” she cried, her cheeks flaming. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

Stepping outside, an amused pair of brown eyes, fringed with dark lashes and laughter lines twinkled down at her. “Is it safe?” he queried, lifting his tanned arms up in mock surrender. “It looks as though you’ve a mean throw on you and I left all my body armor at the last job.”

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated sheepishly. “I… I…” her voice petered away.

“Thought I was someone else?” he finished.

She gave weak smile and a small shrug of her shoulders. “Yeah, something like that.”

Standing on her porch, encased in figure hugging denim and a crisp white t-shirt was the window repair guy. In her past experience, tradesmen had beer bellies, bad teeth and wore grimy overalls. This guy looked as though he’d stepped straight off a Calvin Klein billboard.

“I’m Cody. I assume this is the window in question.” He tipped his head at the shattered glass.

“I’m Nina and yeah, that would be the window.”

“A flying fruit victim?” he asked, arching a brow and pulling a tape measure from his pocket.

“Yeah,” her full lips quirked in a wry smile. “Attack of the apples. Watch out –  bona fide crazy woman on the loose this afternoon.”

Turning toward the window, Cody worked the tape along and up the frame, taking measurements. Glancing over his shoulder toward her, he asked in a conversational tone, “So, what did the ‘turd-eating-flea-infested-motherfucker’ do to warrant a full scale fruit offensive?”

Nina inwardly cringed at the verbatim quote. “He hit on my friends…” she paused, “…all of my friends.” Her shoulders slumped. Feeling angry had been so powerful, giving her purpose and focus. She’d been dominant and in control. Now the adrenaline had evaporated, leaving her deflated, humiliated and slightly nauseous.

“More fool him.” Turning, Cody had stopped measuring and looked at her straight on. “Seems to me he had something pretty amazing here.” He raked an appreciative gaze over her from head to toe, before returning to the window frame. A spark of warmth ignited inside Nina, as what was left of her battered self-esteem picked itself up and dusted itself off.

“I’ve just cracked a beer. Can I get you one?” she asked.

Cody glanced at his watch and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great. This is my last call for the day.”

Hurrying to the fridge, Nina sneaked a peek at her reflection in the hall mirror as she passed by. Smoothing down errant strands of caramel hair, she noted her unusually bright eyes and heightened color, idly wondering if the change had been caused by her earlier angry antics or the kind comments of the toned tradesman on her porch.

Twisting the top off the icy bottle, she hurried back to the verandah and handed him the brew. Thanking her, he brought the bottle to his lips and tipped his blond head back.

She watched the bobbing of his Adam’s apple with each swallow and wondered how it would feel to kiss him there.

What? Where the hell did that come from, she thought, mentally shaking herself.

“God, that’s good,” he sighed. “It’s been a long day. Although…” he paused, “perhaps not as long as yours.” His eyebrows lifted and a cheeky grin lit up his face. Nina couldn’t help responding with a smile of her own.

“I don’t have the right sheet of glass with me to replace this today,” he said. “It’s too late to go back to the depot and get anything now. So, I’ll just board this up tonight and come back first thing to replace the pane. Does that suit you?”

“Absolutely!” chirped Nina. “Do you need anything else? Can I help in some way?”

“No, not at all. I’ll be done in no time.”

“Do you mind if I sit and watch?” she asked.

He shook his head, “Not at all. I might even like it.” And with that he dropped her a saucy wink before turning to his van to get the necessary tools.

Butterflies did a fluttery jig in her stomach as she watched him work that beautiful ass all the way across the lawn to his truck. Exhaling a shaky breath, she smiled to herself. Hot damn! Perhaps a little light flirtation was just what she needed to cheer herself up.

Nina curled up in the chair in the corner of the porch and examined Cody as he worked. He was the complete antithesis of her now ex-boyfriend. Whereas Cam had been a city slicker, all designer suits and manicured nails, Cody was a taut, tanned boy next door.

Much to Nina’s irritation, it took Cody no time at all to get the window boarded up. The whole flirtation and ogling-the sexy-tradesman-while-he-worked game would come to an abrupt end unless she took matters in hand quick smart.

“Wow, you’re a fast worker,” she exclaimed.

“Service with a smile,” he grinned, raising his beer in a salute.

“What if I want more than a smile?” Nina threw the breathless question at him, testing the water.

Dipping his tousled head to the side, he crooked an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful, deciding how to respond to her query. Putting his beer down on the porch with a muffled clunk, he took two big strides until he was as close as you could be to a person, without actually touching them. He invaded all of Nina’s personal space, filling her senses with prime A-Grade masculinity.

“More than a smile?” he queried in a voice so low, she almost wondered if she’d imagined the question. “How much more than a smile?”

“Ummm…” Nina’s stomach fluttered like a flag in a hurricane as she tried to formulate a coherent response. However, Cody gave her no time to gather her wits, snaking an arm behind her, pinning her hard against his long, lean body. Lowering his face, his lips hovered above hers. His breath warmed her face. Something solid and manly pressed into her belly; not one of the power tools he’d been wielding earlier, she guessed. Her own hormones performed an enthusiastic song and dance of their own, hinting that rubbing herself all over this sexy stranger would be a very good idea.

“More than a kiss perhaps?” he murmured. There was no more than a breath between them. Dropping his head the remaining millimeters, his lips grazed hers, the contact making Nina’s pussy clamp. Deciding her hormones were probably on to an eminently sensible idea, she lifted her hands to Cody’s head. She kissed him with everything she had,  tasting beer and sunshine, reveling in the firmness of his lips as they worked against hers.

She lost all sense of time as their tongues parried. The roughness of his stubble abraded her cheeks, but it seemed a small price to pay for the tumult of luscious sensations cascading through her body. Her nipples peaked through the cotton of her sports bra and t-shirt as Cody grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Never breaking the kiss, he turned, sandwiching her between him and the rugged boards of the house.

Nibbling his way down her neck, his stubble dragged over her décolletage. He bit the pebbled nub of her breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. Delicious sparks of pleasure and pain spiked through her body. Her head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. Moaning her approval, she pushed her chest forward and up, giving him easier access. Shifting his attention to the other breast, Cody nipped and suckled hard, making her clit throb.

Rocking her hips against the impressive bulge in his jeans, Nina tried to build a rhythm, tried to get enough friction to ease the throbbing between her thighs. His hands branded her hips as he hauled her higher up the wall. Slamming his pelvis up and under hers, he had her pinned to the wall like a butterfly stuck with a pin. His erection now positioned exactly where she needed it to be. Hooking her heels around his sculpted ass, she shamelessly rubbed her crotch against his, giving herself up to the sensations rapidly ratcheting up between her thighs.

Her whole world had reduced to nothing more than the pounding of blood in her ears, the thumping of her heart in her chest cavity and the pulsating of her clit aching for release.

She didn’t hear the car pull up to the curb or its door slam. She didn’t hear the sharp horrified intake of breath. But she couldn’t help but hear the contempt in the male voice that shouted at her from the lawn.

“Oh my fucking God, Nina! You abuse me for not actually screwing any of your friends. Yet, I leave you alone for two minutes and I find you on the porch humping the hired help.” Cam’s outraged nasal tones cut through her reverie as effectively as a chainsaw.

Nina’s eyes flew open and, over Cody’s shoulder, she saw Cam standing in the middle of the lawn. With his legs akimbo and hands on his hips, he looked the perfect picture of moral outrage.

She closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten. “Cam, it’s really very stupid of you to return where you’re obviously not wanted.” Her tone was calm. Deadly calm. “You’ve just fucked up what was promising to be the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”

Cody had not moved a muscle. Despite the interruption, his cock still pressed hard between her thighs. She murmured softly to him, “Bend your knees slightly.” He looked puzzled at the request, but holding her firmly between him and the wall, he bent his knees, effectively lowering them both. Dropping her hand, she groped for the beer bottle she’d left on the porch table.

Guessing her intention, Cam’s eyes widened slightly and he turned tail to flee. But he wasn’t quick enough. The still half-filled beer bottle hit him square in the back with a resounding thud. Cam’s muttered curses and threats floated back across the lawn to her, until he slammed his car door and drove off, his tires squealing almost as much as he did when he got hit.

“Remind me never to piss you off,” chuckled Cody, straightening up. Dipping his head he started nibbling on her neck again, causing her to shiver in the most delightful way.

“Yeah I will,” Nina whispered in his ear, immodestly moving her hips and reacquainting herself with his dick, “just as soon as we go inside and sort out my interrupted orgasm.”

“Absolutely, Madam.” And with that, he swept her into his arms, strode through the front door and kicked it shut with a resounding slam.

*****

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