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Waiting as long as I can, I’m ringing that front doorbell as soon as she stirs. I don’t know what else to do. Another minute of just staring at her through the window, and I’ll probably climb right through it.
Seeing her up close, having a name to put to that sweet face. It’s almost all I need.
But I know I already need more than just an introduction.
Fortunately, she thinks I’m someone else, somebody coming to fix her air conditioning. Well, that suits me just fine, and in no time at all, I’m watching that fine ass of hers shimmy up in front as we climb the stairs to her room.
Perfect.
I let slip about knowing she had her fan on all night and cover myself, I think.
But it’s the sensation of something else about to happen, followed by the doorbell chiming that has my back straightening right away.
“I’ll get it,” I tell her, standing from a crouch after examining her air unit, not even trying to hide my half hardness, which I’m pleased she notices.
“Uh, I think I’d better,” she says, flushing a deeper shade of red before she finally gets up, cutting in front of me at the top of the stairs.
I almost grab her, wanting to just swing her around and tell her. Tell her she’s mine now.
Watching her walk down the stairs, I realize that would maybe be too much right now.
I shake my head a little, surprised at just how crazy I’m acting.
And all because of a girl I just met.
I follow her down the stairs, our eyes locking in the mirror by the door. She’s chewing her lip again.
Anxious but not scared. A needful, pleading look in her eyes, but I can’t tell exactly what she wants from me.
Even though I know what she needs.
My eyes shift to the shadow outside as they narrow. A low sound of annoyance emanates from me.
She opens the door just a little, hugging the edge so I can’t see all the way past her.
“Oh hi, Faith! Your Dad told me to swing by… something about you’re A/C on the fritz?”
Friendly. Cheerful southern drawl.
Male.
Faith seems to know him and opens the door wider, the first thing he sees is me looming up behind her and his eyes widen as he gulps before taking a step back.
Toolbox, overalls. Younger guy, a kid really. Sort of barrel-shaped, glasses. Pig nosed.
He’s the local repair guy I take it.
Well, not today junior. This is my turf now, I’m staking my claim.
“It’s been fixed,” I growl, leaning so far over Faith I feel the small of her back, her soft ass pressing against me.
She leans back even, and I fancy she makes a little mewing sound as she relaxes into my growing hardness as it blooms up her spine.
The repair guy looks puzzled, his eyes moving from mine to Faith.
Faith murmurs something, one of her hands behind the door reaching around for me, gripping against my thigh and making me groan.
“Sorry, Fitz. Didn’t Daddy tell you? I had a… friend drop by and it’s being fixed already,” she manages through a shivering breath.
“Being fixed, or has been fixed,” Fitz says, his eyes narrowing with suspicion now as he pulls up his tool belt, pushing his glasses up his snout.
“Being fixed,” I growl from behind her, feeling the vibrations of my voice run through her hot little body pushed up against mine.
God, I’m gonna fuck her so hard. I know I am and she’s gonna scream my name so loud the whole world will know she belongs to me.
“Well, uh… Mister…?” Fitz asks, propping the door open with one of his feet.
“Pastor Holding asked me to come by and check on Faith’s Air con, Mister. And I’d appreciate it if y’all would let me do just that!” he announces with some authority.
Pastor?
It’s my turn to take a step back, confused more than anything.
I should have realized. The heavy, white fittings and huge white staircase. The embroidered framed prayers on the walls and the huge wooden cross over the hall table.
Daddy’s little girl is the local preacher’s daughter.
Faith pushes back into me, stepping on my toes as I get the message to let the guy in.
“Sorry, Fitz. C’mon in… we just thought…” she says, trailing off.
“You alright. Faith?” he asks, peering from her back to me. “I mean, everything alright here? Your Dad asked me to check in on you too, never mentioned y’all had company.”
I start to growl again, but Faith grips the younger man by the elbow, apologizing to him all the way to the foot of the stairs.
“Go ahead, Fitz. You know the way,” she says, practically pushing him up by now before turning to me.
My head’s cocked and my hands ball up into fists.
“He knows the way?” I hiss at her as she comes over to me, both hands out to rest on my forearms.
