Hammer & Nails by Andria Large

heavy to lift, and I obviously can’t use my hands to stop her.
    Her thumb brushes again. My abs bunch painfully tight as my body jerks hard again. 
    “Please, baby, please stop,” I plead.
    Her hand slowly slips away and I sag against the couch, my spent cock lying limply on my thigh.
    I can’t move. Not only does my body feel extremely heavy, but I’m pretty sure my arms and legs are numb from being in the same position for so long. I feel the couch move but I’m too exhausted to bother trying to figure out what Harley is doing. I hear the water running in the kitchen, and a few seconds later, I feel a warm rag on my chest and stomach. I crack open an eye to see Harley fighting off a smile as she cleans me up.
    “You’re evil,” I mutter wearily.
    She barks out a laugh and gives me a peck on the lips. She sets the rag down on the coffee table, which is luckily glass, then grabs me by the wife beater around my shoulders and pulls me up to my knees. She then moves behind me and unties her knots. She also undoes my cuffs, letting me slip my arms free of my shirt. I groan and roll my shoulders; they are not pleased from being stretched like that for so long.
    I slowly but surely right my clothing. I’m exhausted. I sit on the couch and slouch in the corner, resting my head back against the cushion. I close my eyes because they just are too heavy to keep open. I hear a plate clink on the coffee table before the couch dips next to me.
    “I brought your dinner over,” Harley says.
    “You expect me to eat now?” I mumble.
    She snickers. “You don’t have to, but I’m starving, and this smells way too good to go to waste.”
    I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, Harley is patting my thigh and I’m jolting awake. I sit up, lean my elbows on my knees, and rub my face with my hands. I look back over my shoulder to find Harley smirking at me.
    “How long was I out?” I ask.
    “About half an hour,” she answers.
    “Shit, sorry.” I sigh.
    She shrugs and gives me a smug grin. “Can’t say that I blame you.”
    I chuckle. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
    She laughs. “Yes, I am. You’re the first guy that I made fall asleep.”
    I bark out a laugh.
    She smiles sweetly at me and I like feel something shifts inside of me. Something deep in my heart, in my soul. Something I’m not sure I’m ready for. Something I don’t know if I can handle.
    “Should we get back to picking out cabinets?” I ask quietly.
    Harley gives me a nod. “Sure.”
     
     
    ~ Harley ~
    Nolan reheats his dinner and eats it while I help him pick out cabinets and countertops for his kitchen. He looks really sexy right now. He’s completely disheveled. His hair is all over the place. He never put his dress shirt back on, so he’s just in his wife beater and pants with no belt. I can’t help but stare at him. The man is gorgeous. And I’m feeling so many things for him right now. Things that make me nervous because I don’t know what he’s thinking or how he feels. For all I know, I’m just another notch on his bedpost. It doesn’t feel like it, but what do I know? I’ve never been in a serious relationship before because all of the guys that I’ve dated have always seen me as one of the guys, or just a fuck buddy. None of them ever wanted anything serious with me.
    Nolan cleans up our plates when we finish picking out everything for his kitchen. I turn on the couch to watch his back as he loads the dishwasher and puts the left over lasagna in the fridge. He shuts the fridge and turns toward me. He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable. He looks really cute when he’s uncomfortable.
    He clears his throat. “So, I uh…I was wondering if you would want to go to the season opener? I’m kind of obligated to go and thought that since you are such a big fan that you would want to come with me,” he rambles.
    I jump up off the couch and squeal like a girl for the first time ever.