Page 7 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

Stone

He was such a sexy brat.

“You tell me, ‘Thank you, Sir.’” Giving him a wink as he somehow managed to blush, I couldn’t help teasing him more. “The rest of the time you’re my good boy…when you can behave.”

His pout made me want to laugh. “I think we need to work on that. I should be a good boy without behavior factoring into the situation.”

“Well, since blow jobs aren’t an option at the moment, behavior is our only choice.” Bribes would eventually work, but he’d have to figure out other options later. He was smart, so I knew he’d come up with something else to try to manipulate me.

And I knew he wasn’t offended by my teasing because his frown was calculating, not angry. “That’s not fair at all. What if I never learn to do that?”

“Wrap your lips around my cock?” I shrugged when he huffed and his glare got more dramatic. “You’ll figure something out. You’re not just a pretty face.”

And the blush was back.

My favorite part was that he wasn’t sure if he should be thanking me for the compliment or pushing back because I was making him crazy.

So while he struggled with that dilemma, I pointed to one of the large buttons on top. “I studied the demo of this in the store. This one will turn on the radio and it will start on the last station you had on. So it should be easy for us to pick one radio station for you to listen to at the very least.”

Ezra nodded as he studied the radio, but it looked like he was taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. It must have been scary thinking he’d be alone in the quiet forever, but I wasn’t sure he was ready to process that yet.

Chattering and distracting him was the only thing I could think to do to help, so I just kept going. “Once you’re better at touching physical objects, we’ll program the list. You can save five stations. But be forewarned, I will judge you on what you want to listen to.”

His offended huff made me grin but I shrugged. “You’d judge too. Don’t pretend to be all open-minded and sweet.”

“You’re so rude. I would not judge. I’m polite.” His declaration would’ve been more believable if his glare hadn’t added a silent fucker to the end of his sentence.

“I’ll believe that when you find a way to bribe me.” Shrugging again, I turned back to the clock radio that was blinking twelve. “Okay, you’re looking for just a nice caress, no poking. Give it some love like you will my dick.”

Ezra’s eyes went wide, and then they shifted to give me an adorable glare. “I know how to play with a dick. I’ve got one of my own, thanks.”

“Well, not everyone is proficient with it.” My casual retort had him grumbling to himself. “I’m trying not to make assumptions.”

He was so cute when he was losing his mind.

“You have an interesting way of being polite.” He let out a dramatic huff as his frustration kept building, and whatever he was thinking…probably about getting revenge…was good enough that worrying about the clock wasn’t on his mind at all. “You’re even making me figure out how I can manipulate you. That’s got to be the Dom’s job to figure out.”

Mumbling something about always having to do everything himself, he reached his hand out for the clock. “I know not to damage a dick. No one wants to be poked. It’s not a toy that sings and dances when you press the tummy.”

Barely managing not to laugh, I forced myself to stay quiet as he kept mumbling under his breath as he ran a finger over the clock. “No one pokes erections. That’s not even one of those weird kinks or fetish things. Poking was not on any lists.”

Hmm.

“Damn it.” His finger almost caught on the button before it slipped through.

“No, you almost had it. Don’t get frustrated, baby.” Moving to stand behind him and just to the side even if I wasn’t sure he could feel me, I reached around and moved the clock closer to us. “There’s a learning curve, remember? You just need to practice playing with it.”

Ezra snorted but I could see he was trying not to smile. “You sound like we should be in the back seat of your dad’s car after our first date in high school.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I was more of a gentleman than that, thank you very much. I’d have driven us out by the lake and made a bed for us in the back of his truck. It would’ve been romantic and then I’d have taught you how to get me off.”

“You say the most ridiculous things.” His frustration would’ve been more believable if he hadn’t been doing his best not to smile. “I’d have never ended up in the back of your truck.”

“Oh, I was a smooth talker back then.” Something had a shiver racing through him and I couldn’t decide if it was the teasing or if he could feel my breath on his neck. “I’d have flirted with you and crowded up against you in class.”

I’d have been a menace.

But he’d have loved it.

“I’d have made sure we were in science together, and every time the teacher turned her back during a lab, I’d come up behind you and rub on you.” I’d have driven him insane and probably ended up in detention or worse, but it would’ve been worth it. “You’d have grumbled but you’d have also pushed your ass back and rubbed up against my dick.”

His squeak made me smile but the way he blinked in and out said I was right on the money. “I…I wouldn’t have done anything like that.”

Bullshit.

“Oh, you’d have huffed and glared at me, but you’d have made sure you were always right next to me and somehow you’d have ended up my partner in every project.” I’d have given him plenty of opportunities to get up close and personal with me.

“That’s ridiculous.” He liked that word, but it was sounding breathier and sexier every time he said it. “I didn’t do that kind of stuff in high school.”

“You would have with me.” No doubt about it. We’d have been perfect for each other no matter when we’d met. “And when you finally stopped glaring at me and let me take you out, I’d have taught you exactly how to play with my cock.”

That got me another huff.

Yep, he’d been a naughty boy back then…he just might not have had the opportunity to explore that side of himself.

“And when you finally trusted me and let me kiss you and called me your boyfriend, I’d have explored you and you could’ve taught me how to play with your dick.” That got me a needy sound that went right to my own dick.

“Close your eyes, baby.” He obeyed so quickly it made me wonder what else he’d be quick to obey me on. “Good boy. That’s right. You’d have liked learning how to please me, but you’d have been shaking by the time you worked up the courage to ask me to touch your cock.”

His words would’ve been sweet as fuck, though.

Grumbling softly, his face scrunched up. “That sounds selfish. You’d teach me how to get you off but I’m getting ignored.”

Since he couldn’t see me shrug, I made a soft thinking sound. “That’s me being a gentleman. You’re a naughty boy but not an easy one. You’d have waited until you knew you belonged to me before you let me in your pants.”

He let out a disgruntled scoff but he didn’t tell me I was wrong.

“You’d have loved being told what to do and being praised for being a good boy.” Just the phrase seemed to get a shiver from him. “And when you were sweet for me, I’d lean back and let you explore my dick. You’d have liked that…stroking it and kissing it…all while I was playing with your hair and telling you how sexy you looked when you had my cock in your mouth.”

That would’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Still might be, honestly.

“Imagine it.” Because that made him desperate and more solid looking. “Kneeling between my legs and trying to look so confident when you reached for my dick for the first time. It would’ve been hard and sticking straight up, begging for your touch like a little attention whore.”

“Not little.” That slip of the tongue had his blush covering his cheeks again.

“You’ve been taking peeks at me for a while. That was why I wore those basketball shorts for you last week. I spread my legs and you were trying to be subtle, but you kept squirming and making me hard.” I’d have never survived high school with him.

“You…that’s…” Ezra couldn’t seem to decide what he wanted to say, but that was fine because I was thoroughly enjoying driving him crazy.

“It’s hard for you, baby. You know you’re curious. Just a little touch. That won’t hurt anything. Just give it a little pet and you’ll make me happy.” Yeah, it was a very good thing we’d met as adults, but my naughty cutie liked the fantasy just as much as I did because his hand shifted and his finger barely caressed the button like he was stroking the tip of my dick.

Bingo.

Unfortunately for us, success meant the blaring sound of the local gospel station and not an orgasm.

The universe had a terrible sense of humor.

Ezra gasped as the preacher screamed out a sermon, and he flashed in and out before his arms flailed around and he went right through me. “Fuck.”

Somehow he ended up on the floor behind me, sitting on his ass with his legs splayed wide. “That. I.”

“You did it.” Ignoring his reaction seemed like the best plan since I wasn’t sure I’d have done any better if the situation had been reversed. I lowered the volume and quickly shifted to the local Top 20 radio station before turning around. “That was amazing.”

“Getting cockblocked like that was not amazing .” Glaring at me again, Ezra didn’t seem to realize how cute he looked but I managed to keep a straight face while he grumbled. “Touching anyone’s dick, real or imagined, should not get that response. If I was still in high school, that would’ve probably scared me straight and I would’ve never looked at another dick again. Not even a locker room glance, even if you’d have been prancing around waving your dick at me.”

He’d have looked.

“Let me know when you’re ready to get excited about the fact that you turned on the radio.” Crouching down between his legs, I winked at him as his eyes narrowed and he looked like he wanted to strangle me. “Then we can talk about what a naughty boy you were back then. Getting me off in the back of my truck? I’m shocked.”

He rolled his eyes before his brain caught up with what’d happened.

Going still, he sucked in a breath and shock fired through him. “I touched it.”

“Yep, and I liked it.” I liked how fiery teasing made him too.

“Not your dick. The radio.” Waving at my groin, he looked at me like I was stupid. “I’m sure it’s nice and all, but I touched the radio.”

He’d have been bad for my ego if I hadn’t seen how turned on he’d been earlier.

“Thank you. It’s very nice, but I’m glad you’re excited about the radio too.” I chuckled when he let out a deep breath and slumped backward. “You can do anything you put your mind to.”

“Some things are going to take time to work on.” Nodding to himself and whatever was going through his head, Ezra sat straighter. “But this just proves I can do it.”

“And one skill will lead into another.” But for the time being, we’d made sure he wouldn’t lose his mind feeling isolated. “Just think, eventually you’ll be able to jerk me off.”

One day he was going to have to decide if it would be worth the satisfaction to go for my throat.

“In the meantime, I’ll let you talk me into a movie while you tell me how sweet I am for bringing you a radio and talking dirty to you.” He was so much fun to get riled up.

“You must’ve been dropped on your head as a baby.” Still looking adorably frustrated, he scrambled to his feet and stood up to get a better position to grumble at me. “Just for that, I get to pick the movie.”

“Sure.” I must’ve agreed with him a little too easily because he was back to frustrated mumbles before I stood up.

“With my luck we’re only going to have one of those old Bible movies to watch or one of those TV preachers since there’s no internet.” Huffing and puffing, he reached out to the radio and his finger went right through it. “Great. I can’t even turn on the radio without being turned on. That’s some kind of cosmic joke right there.”

Well, at least he wasn’t crazy lonely anymore.

He was just crazy, so it was moving in the right direction.

“You just have to get hard to get firm.” Leaning in, I took a chance on turning him homicidal by moving my lips close to his neck. “Kiss for my sweet boy.”

Ezra couldn’t decide if he wanted to melt or stab me. “I’m going to learn how to touch things just to throw stuff at you. You know that, right?”

“You say the sexiest things.” Winking as he scoffed again, I turned the volume on the radio down again so it was barely background noise and nodded toward the living room where a documentary seemed to be playing. “I’ve got a laptop and a badass hotspot thing in my truck because I spend so much time in the middle of nowhere. I can find us a movie.”

He made the right choice and melted. “Okay, that saved your life.”

Chuckling because all of the things that came to mind were slightly macabre jokes, I shrugged when he went back to glaring at me. “At least I didn’t say any out loud?”

That had to count for something.

“If you’re a good boy on our date and don’t try to stab me, I’ll get you off again before I leave.” Dangling that promise in front of him had a shiver racing through him but I made it even more enticing when I leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “Or I’ll get me off and you can watch.”

“How…” He cut off the breathy word and swallowed, trying to sound more relaxed. “How good do I have to be to get both?”

Such a wonderfully naughty cutie.

“We’ll have to see.”

And so much fun to fuck with.