A Pervert Bastard

1; It burned.

She held her breath and hid behind stationed buses, her fingers clamped the leather jacket to her slashed abdomen. She peaked around one of the large metal vehicles and groaned out in annoyance. Persistent. She handed it to her fathers men, they were damn stubborn! Kisa threw caution to the wind, and slipped past the stationary buses the second the men had their backs turned. Strategically she passed through the parked vehicles, a ready bus in target.

A small breath of relief is released when the doors closed behind her sore and tired body, she dropped a few coins in the bored looking drivers hand, before trudging down to the back of the bus. Her fatigued body slumped against the tinted glass, but despite her weak state she kept an eye on the men that circled the station. The loud engine of the bus is accompanied by a jerky take off, Kisa settled into the faded seat and closed her eyes. With no destination in mind, it didn't matter to her where she was headed, as long as it was far away from home. With that in mind her eyes shuttered, and she allowed a numb slumber to intoxicate her system.

A sudden jerk had the young woman's eyes snapping open, she blinked rapidly before coherent thought entered her fogged mind. She was still on the bus, and it seemed to be driving through some back alley town. The sky had darkened and she feared a night in the cold. But she had no other alternative, finally the large vehicle came to a stop, she had no idea of her location. Didn't care to find out.

Kisa watched as the bus drove away from her, turning she scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowed in on a pub. With one hand clamped to her side and the other fisted around the strap of her backpack, she made her way to the joint. She needed the bathroom, the only place open was a grimy liquor house, she was thankful. The other alternative wasn't as private as the broken doored stalls at the back of the tavern.

She tugged her shirt up to rest just below her breasts, lightly she stroked the crusted gash inferior to the right half of her ribcage. She placed the backpack on the small basin and shifted through the items she'd stashed in there. Kisa contemplated her actions for less than a second, she prefered the loss of a singlet over an infection; simply because she had little finance to pay for treatment should bacteria enter the wound.

Within minutes she had crafted a makeshift bandage. She lowered her shirt and jerked her jacket back on before splashing her face with water. She refilled her bottle before she slipped out of the bathroom and exited the place via the back opening. Kisa kept hidden in the shadows as she made her way through the alleys and backs of buildings. She quickly discovered that the rural atmosphere that had first greeted her simply bordered a larger town.

The sky grumbled it's own despair, lightly coating Kisa. Rapidly the lowered temperature wrecked shivers through her body, she found herself attempting to find warmth in her own arms. Her steady walk slowed to a crumbled pattern. No food, no warmth and lack of sleep; how she held on was beyond her. Through blurred eyes, she spots an opening of sorts but the darkened lighting and her uncooperative eyes made it hard to distinguish anything else. She made her way towards it.

She felt safe, the reassurance had her knees buckling as her body collapsed...

Groaning, Slater grabbed a beer. He tossed the frozen dinner in the bin and dropped down onto the sofa. He could really go for a home cooked meal... He looked towards the open patio doors, cursing when he realised he'd left open paint out there. The rain wasn't about to let up, though it'd be no use either way. The paint was trashed. He skulled the bottle, before he stood up and walked out the front door to his store.

He had several jobs to finish, and his paperwork was as good as dead. He flicked the light switch before moving through the large warehouse like garage. Slater stopped at a car near the entrance of the building, he could have sworn he'd rolled down the metal shutters... Shrugging, he opened the driver's side door and pulled the hood. A quick engine exchange and the car should be as good as new. He rounded the vehicle and raised the hood simultaneously.

Too preoccupied with the task at hand, Slater failed to gage his surroundings. So when his foot caught, all he could do was attempt to clutch the metal of the car firmly. This did little in regaining balance. Slater pushed his hands out to catch his fall. "Fucks sake!" He grunted out, the impact kissed his left arm in pain. Surprised that the rest of his body wasn't brutally injured, the large man propelled up off the ground. Instantly he sat back on his hunches.

A small shivering figure huddled in black met his gaze. He couldn't see the person's face, but the curvaceous body had his own aroused. One large muscular arm reached out to roll her to her side. Her body rolled limply, his breath caught like his booted feet had. Long thick eyelashes shadowed over defined cheekbones, his hand reached out, the pad of his calloused thumb lingered over her light chocolate skin. He grimaced at the situation he'd unintentionally involved himself in.

A small strangled sound emerged from her unconscious form, later frowned. But fuck, the unconscious woman had his cock standing to attention. How long had it been since he'd been between a woman's thighs... Disregarding the surge of lust, he wished she'd picked another mechanic's store to drop dead in. Her pasty state shouldn't have this kind of provoking stimulation over the organ in his sweatpants. Another pain filled cry escapes her lush lips. Unintentionally his fingers reached out and caressed the corner of her mouth. He recoiled, her feverish body shivered under him.

He knew he'd come to regret his decision. He slid one arm under her knees and the other used her back as a hoist, effortlessly he lifted her from the cold concrete. He licked his lips at the sight of her heaving breasts rising and falling, it resulted in a tightened grip on her. Her soft body curled against his large, muscular one, it seeked his warmth. Now was not the time to be turned on, but shit, Slater's cock throbbed. He leant her against his shoulder and made sure to roll the garage door down, before he pushed past all the vehicles towards the backdoor. He shoved through the wooden barrier and entered his small home, heading straight for his large bed against the furthest wall.

Slater lowered her small form onto the bed, her shivering hadn't ceased.

The erection teasing raven leaned in search of his touch. He prayed for control. Prayed that he'd be able to contain the beast that clawed to escape, no woman had ever had this kind of powerful manipulation over his body. But her, a complete stranger seemed to send all kinds of need through his system. He ran a hand through his hair, fuck he needed to get laid! He started with her booted feet, removing the shoes and socks. The he moved up, strained with a deep groan. He refused to give into the monster within him, the woman was fucking unconscious for Christs sake!

He snatched the bed sheet and covered her lower half, blindly he pulled off her leggings. His fingers ached to continue stroking her soft dark skin. Sweat beaded at the base of his neck, had it really been that long since he'd shared the bed with a woman... His member pulsed beneath his boxers as he caught her intoxicating scent. Bloody piss weak! His brothers would laugh at him, he felt like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, unable to contain his desire.

Jacket and shirt, he chanted to himself. Clenching his fist by her side, he crouched down and removed the leather around her shoulders. Grinding his teeth, he debated leaving her in the damn long-sleeve but her whimper rids him of the thought. It felt as if she was toying with him, almost as if she knew the kind of effect she had on him. Like a coil ready to snap, he took her shirt and pulled it up her body. His knuckles brushed against her pebbled nipples, it sent a current of pleasure down her spin and a sultry moan escaped her parted lips. He found himself satisfied with her response, pleased by her body's reaction to him.

Slater scanned her features, his heated eyes burned down her jaw and neck, stroked across her collarbone and dilated at the movement of her chest. Her flimsy black bra did little to cover her plump breasts from his predatory scrutinization. His jaw clicked, and he travelled down along her ribcage, coming to an abrupt stop. The tainted piece of white material clinged onto her body, his infatuation with her is pushed to the side at the thought of her being injured, but not lost.

He'd have her alright... preferably conscious and unharmed.

Hot. Something seduced her, with gentle strokes of heated bliss. Her head throbbed and her body ached, but the region between her thighs leaked passion, maddening passion. It was torture. Encountering these sensations, but being unable to move, unable to reach out and beg for more. Internally she thrashed around, but externally her body remained still.

Kisa, breathed heavily. Something was tormenting her abdomen sensually, each touch like a stroke of fire against her highly sensitive skin. Unable to gage the amount of time that passed, all the young woman could do was memorise the tempting brushes of passion. She remained in a constant state of need and want, a painfully erotic kind of punishment. Unknown to her she slipped in and out of consciousness, the only permanent part of the ordeal remained those rough titillating caresses.

The first thing she registered when awaking fully; was a distinctive scent of grease and smoke, it reminded her somewhat of a bad old action film. Then came the sound of rain, heavy at that. She turned slightly, and frowned at the relatively hard surface beneath her. She patted around and realised quickly that the old action flick had rapidly shifted to a mysterious thriller.

It was in that moment that she was a hundred percent certain, she'd be waking to the cramped and darkened boot of some wackjobs car. To be fair, she wasn't that far off.

It wasn't elegant, her eyes cracked open and instantly she winced into the dull light. It took her a moment to adjust to the faded ceiling above her, slowly she looked around. She made note of the small kitchen and lounge, before her coherent thoughts snapped into a pitiful mess. Kisa's lips parted, she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and clenched her legs together as her eyes gawked at the nude man directly opposite her. She mentally begged herself to gain control, and to look away. To give the brutally muscular man some privacy. It turned out her eyes couldn't give two shits about common decency, they seemed rather interested in the tanned wet man.

She licked her lips and fisted her hands, watching the strangers muscles ripple as he rinsed himself off. Kisa squirmed around uncomfortably as her panties dampened and her core pleaded for release... for the first time she was confident with her decision to escape snake-tongued billionaires and whale sized diamond rings.

Sure she was homeless, penniless and slowly becoming a pervert, but had she not left the golden cage, she never witness a taunt male ass as fine as the one that seduced her...

The cold shower relieved him of little pent up tension. He remained under the cold spray, his palms firmly pressed against the wall. She was lethal. Fever or not, he did not mistaken those moans of pleasure that escaped her lips. He'd be lying if he did not admit that it was by far the most seductive and appealing sound he'd encountered.

Behind his closed eyes, images of her spread eagle and begging for him erupted like some sick compelling sideshow, with a muttered groan he felt for the valve. He reached out for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. Slater stepped out of the shower and walked around the partitioning glassed wall, only to be rendered immobile by a set of strikingly dark eyes...

2.

She was beautiful.

Kisa rolled her lower lip into her mouth, surpassing a moan. He watched as she used her elbows as anchors, pushing up she felt the light sheet draped over her fall to her hips. The cold morning air bites at her exposed skin, frowning she looked down. Her eyes widened and she found herself reaching for the sheet. She was practically naked, on a ridiculously attractive strangers bed.

He could get used to this... The thought is banished instantly. But the image of her smooth chocolate skin, hell! She looked like heaven. Ample breasts restrained behind black lace, paired with a small narrow waist which was accentuated by wide hips. He'd kill to lower the sheet a couple more inches.

Slater hoped his cock hadn't formed too obvious a tent against his towel. Ignoring her intoxicating eyes, the large mechanic made his way to a chest of draws. Grabbing a set of clothes, he turned to face her, but she'd already turned her back to him.

He smirked, she'd already seen him naked. Taking his time, he dries off before pulling on his boxers, jeans and a t-shirt. He could have given her something to wear, but he liked her vulnerable... a dark part of him knew she couldn't run from him in her current state. Dropping his towel on the bed, Slater stepped around the bed and towards the kitchen. One eye remained on the nameless woman.

Crossing her legs, Kisa sat up. She kept the white sheet pressed firmly against the base of her throat. He seemed so calm, almost like he'd done this a million times. She didn't know whether to thank him or run screaming like a canary. "Come here." His voice was more manly than she'd imagined. Deep and rough, a hard edge lingered on the surface. She shook her head, no. "Would you rather I make you." He continued.

She wanted to flip him the bird, but for some absurd reason, her body craved to submit. Carefully, she wrapped the white material around her body, standing up she made her way to him. He eyed the bar stool and she made quick work of sliding up onto it. He placed a plate in front of her, dishing up what seemed to be burnt toast and eggs. She bit her tongue and forced an appreciative smile, after all, she wasn't in any position to neglect food. Her stomach seconds the thought, "thank you."

Slater held his breath as her feminine scent lifted to his nostrils. So she speaks... her voice had a husky tone to it, like a siren it called to his erection. "What's your name?" He frowned, feeling quite frustrated with his reaction to a perfect stranger.

"Kisa." She mumbled back to him, devouring the plate of food in seconds.

He rolled the name around on his tongue, enjoying the way it sent a shiver down his spine. "Where you heading?" He questioned. Slater wasn't in the mood for drama, he'd happily help the young lady find her way home, even if it meant blue balls for the rest of his life. Returning back to her, he cocked his head as panic flashed across her face.

"Can I use your bathroom, please?" Soft. From husky to soft in a split second, he'd hand it to her, she knew how to charm a man. He knew she was avoiding the question, this had his curiosity spiking off the charts. Slowly he nodded, she beamed up at him. "Thank you."

He couldn't help but perv on her rounded ass, as it swayed to the bathroom. From his position in the kitchen, he couldn't see her, but he knew if he took a couple of steps he'd find her clad in her undergarments. He saw her small hand stick out, she draped the bedsheet over the half wall, the sound of the toilet door closing shook some sense into him.

Common decency forced his legs to move towards his cupboard, he grabbed a shirt and the smallest boxers he could find. "Take a shower," he hummed as the toilet door creaked open a fraction. Placing the clothes on the basin, Slater literally dragged his feet out the back door. Get a fucking grip, she's just like any other woman... Even he knew he was lying.

Kisa peeked around the wall and sighed in relief when she saw the studio empty and her bag laying casually on the kitchen counter. Practically leaping to the shower, she turned on the hot water valve. It's been several days since she'd had a nice- more than two minute- shower...

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the fogged glass and looked around for a towel. There wasn't one. So she poked her head around the corner another time, the place was empty. Covering her privates, Kisa rushed over to the bed where the man had left his towel. She was quick in drying off her body and grabbing her bag. Moving back into the semi-partitioned bathroom, she cringed while opening the damp bag. No clothes... Not that they'd be of any use wet.

Her eyes flickered over to the stranger's clothes resting on the basin. Screw it. Wrapping the towel around her wet hair, she tugged on the shirt first. She then snagged up the boxers, pulling them on she cursed; they were tight around her rear, and loose around her waist. Beggars can't be choosers. Her subconscious was right, she was in no state to argue. Looking around she found a cord and tightened it around her waist.

Slater bent down and tossed a busted wheel into his 'to fix' pile next to a large shed. She clearly was distressed when he questioned her situation, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was alone and had nowhere to go. He couldn't stomach the thought of allowing her to wonder the sick streets of his town and forget about the slimy city... he had no fucking idea, what was he going to do with her.

Hissing through his teeth he added a piece of scrap metal to the heap. Fuck this! He'd given her more than enough time to shower and she'd yet to come out and find him. Maybe she ran away. Anger pierced his gut at the thought of her fleeing. Like whiplash; he wanted her gone but at the same time desired to keep her bound.

Entering his small home, Slater narrowed his eyes on her form sitting uncomfortably on the bed. They then lowered down to her arm, which she was attempting to hide from him. Clenching his jaw, the brute grabbed a bandage before lowering to a crouch in front of her. The young woman shifted back, anxiously. Arousal shot through his system as he eyed her in his clothes. She was young, nineteen maybe... He'd be going to hell surely, for lusting after such a young woman, no doubt about it.

In all of his thirty-four years, the mechanic had never once questioned his tastes. He'd always indulged in lean and tall, blond haired women he'd pick up in the city. But fucking hell she was something else. Something off limits. "Who hurt you, kitten?" He tugged her arm towards himself, straining his voice to keep his raging emotions at bay.

She scrunched up her nose at the pet name. "No." She pulled the injured arm back.

"I need to see the wound, kitten. It could be infected." His voice was gentle and yet firm. It took everything in the man to not spread her thick thighs, as the vixen's small tongue creeped out and swiped across those plush lips of hers. He saw a flash of fear in her dark irises and forced himself to calm his facial features.

Where this need to protect the young girl had come from, he had no idea. But the idea of someone hurting her had his stomach churning- all he needed was two minutes, he'd seriously mess up the fucker who touched her. Settling his nerves, Slater moved up and took a seat on the bed beside her. He held out the bandage and hesitantly Kisa surrendered to him.

The second she did, he began wrapping her wound, mindful of her tightly closed eyelids. Slater moved from her in a rush the second he was done, she was in his head like an addictive drug. He had to know, "who hurt you, kitten?"

"Kisa." She looked down. "My name is Kisa." She replied distracted by her reaction to his touch. Goosebumps rose over the skin he'd caressed, her nipples hardened in arousal and her core leaked out in need. She prayed she hadn't left any evidence of his effect on her.

Slater ignored her comment, "is there someone after you?" She bit her lip. "How old are you?" He moved on, praying he wasn't a sick bastard lusting after a minor. His eyes trailed down her slender neck to the gaping shirt, the swell of her breasts had him itching to take one in his hand and the other in his mouth. A crazy need to mark her with suckles caused him to turn his head before he lost all control.

"Twenty-three." He released a deep breath. Thank the fucking heavens! She was a fully grown woman... Not off limits. "Why are you helping me?" Kisa peeked up at him through thick lashes.

Why was he helping her? The question had gone through his head multiple times. He shrugged. "You feeling better?" His question came out gruff. She nodded. "Good." He returned the nod. He needed to know at least one thing before he allowed his foolish self to imagine anything inappropriate. "Now answer the question, Kisa. Is there someone you're running from?" He glared her down. It was obvious, she was on the run. But from who and why?

"No one." She lied through her teeth, eyeing him cautiously.

He didn't believe her for a second, he'd get the answers he craved, eventually. Deciding to keep with her act he continues, "so where you headed?" Regardless of her little lies, Slater mentally prepared himself, just in case someone really was out there and looking to hurt her.

She looked away from him. For a moment she was silent, "I don't know." Somewhere deep down she knew lying to him would do no good, and that it would come back to haunt her. So she decided not to lie about anything else. Kisa also had a suspicious feeling that he knew when she lied.

For now, he'd let her get away with avoiding his questions. What should he do with her? She had nowhere to go and from the contents of her bag, she had no money, no food and only scraps of clothing. In the heat of the moment, he decided to do something that was bound to test his patience... something foolish.

Don't you fucking dare do it! His subconscious shouted at him as he grumbled through the next sentence, "there's running water and a decent bed." He nodded towards the bed and motioned to the kitchen. What was he doing? He couldn't help himself, he wanted to have her. Keep her captive under his roof. Under him.

It only took a moment for her to click on, she cocked her head to the side and stood. Slowly, her small lethal body moved around his home, coating her scent throughout. Could she trust this stranger? Her body willing kneeled down to the brute, but the saner part of her had conflicting emotions on the subject. Finally, she responded, "it's... cosy." Turning with a tight smile, she watched as Slater shuffled from the middle of the room to his rusted fridge. She knew better than to question his generosity, besides she had nothing left to lose.

That was that. There was no more questioning, he'd willingly offered her a place to stay and she damn well knew better than to turn it down.

"Cosy," he scoffed, opening a beer on the counter. "I guess it is." He chugged the liquid before placing the bottle back on the counter, "get cosy and then come out front and I'll show you the works." He turned and left before he slammed her against the wall and got real cosy.

Slater begged his erection to stand the fuck down. He deluded himself into believing that he was only going to help her until she got back up on her feet. But in the back of his mind, he knew exactly why he'd offered his home to the damn woman. Grabbing a spanner, he finally acknowledged his selfish plans.

Slater was going to claim the woman; in the most carnal way he knew...

3.

Kisa was quick to follow Slater, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable in his home, it was that she felt too comfortable. She pushed through his home's front door and crossed a small patio that connected to a massive garage. Stepping under the aluminium roller, she entered a messy kitchen slash living space. Rolling her eyes, she continued through two large swinging doors, instantly the smell of grease hit her and her eyes promptly narrowed to find Slater.�

He was hunched under a hood, his brawny arm flexed in the most sensual manners as he fiddled around. She waited for him to acknowledge her and he did so almost instantly. For a second she debated her chances in demanding he continues to work on the Toyota. Clearing her throat, Kisa formed a sentence, "I'd like to work for you."

He'd be lying if he said those words didn't wreak havoc on his body, she wasn't even aware of the innuendo, in fact, she seemed oblivious to her effect on his body. "You do now..." He wiped his hands on a nearby rag before he approached her.

She nodded. "Yes. Surely you need some work done." Her eyes flickered to the sad excuse of a filing system covering the front desk.

Walking around her, Slater scanned her body. "No. You're injured." He wanted to end the conversation there, but she continued.

Spinning on her heels, she faced him head on. "I'm capable!"

Clenching his jaw, Slater frowned. Of course, he didn't want her working in his garage, it's only a matter of time before the other men that worked there found out about her, he'd like to extend that time. "No." His voice was firm.

But she persisted, "please. I can't stay under your roof for free," she knew exactly how to play him.

He raised an eyebrow, tempted to tell her she could work for him in bed. She continued to beg, her scent invading his system and slowly convincing him of all the benefits he could gain from her. "Fine." The admission was curt. "But, not today. Today you rest." He liked to believe he was still the one in control.

"Okay." She nodded with a smile. He pointedly looked at the swinging door, "I'm going, I'm going." She laughed.

Grabbing onto the closest surface, Slater groaned. She fucked with his head and cock like no other woman had. A bitter taste erupted in his mouth at the thought of his workers lusting after her. He'd plotted ways to keep her hidden as he worked his way through a Hyundai.

Kisa entered the home once more and scanned her surroundings. The place needed a spring clean, even if it was only summer. She figured if he allowed her to work in his store than he'd be just as accommodating in his home. First, she familiarised herself with the place, locating a range of untouched cleaning products. Then she got to work.

She began with the ample amounts of dirty laundry, picking them up and throwing them into a faded basket. While exploring the home, she'd found a storage room situated next to the back door, in there she was glad to see a washing machine. After starting the cycle in the machine, she returned to the front room. Where she worked on washing the piles of dirty dishes that Slater would normally accumulate and then rinse.

It took a solid hour to wipe, wash and clean his kitchen. She felt proud once she stepped back and saw the wooden benchtops clear and shiny. By this time, the washing cycle was complete. She took out the washed clothes and refilled it with another pile of the dirty ones. Taking the fresh clothes out into the backyard, she blinked up at the clothes line.�

The clothes from her bag dried on a section of the line. She pegged up his clothes, before pulling hers off and taking them inside as they were dry now. Glancing at the front door, Kisa quickly stripped and pulled on a pair of her own underwear and shorts. Placing his clothes on top of the third pile of laundry that needed doings.

Feeling a lot more at ease, she turned and worked on the living space, using a vacuum cleaner- that was found also in the storage room- to give the place a thorough dusting. She wondered how a man could live in such chaos. Finally, she approached the section that doubled as his bedroom. Pulling at the bedsheets, she discarded them in the laundry. Her small hands worked through the cupboards to find another set, it took several minutes before one appeared.

Half an hour passed before she completed her task. Stepping back, she grinned, she'd opened the windows and natural light cast a warm approach across the space. She'd dusted and wiped every surface she could. The four piles of laundry had been done, three of which were now folded and neatly stored in his dressers. She'd also found a large piece of translucent linen which she'd niftily attached to the ceiling, barricading the room from the living area.

It turned out his home was much larger than she'd first assumed, he'd simply had everything clumped and closed off. Pulling the makeshift partition closed, Kisa moved to the kitchen.

It's been a few hours since he'd last seen her, and Slater was starved. He nodded at Clint, Nolan and Gunner, the only mates he had and his employees. The grinned, dropping their tools and shuffling into the backroom after him. He was glad that she hadn't returned but a part of him worried if she was alright. He allowed the men to pig through the large fridge in the room while he slipped out across the patio and into his home.

Pushing through the front door, Slater's eyes widened. He hadn't expected the light that greeted him, nor the clean kitchen and living room, his focused on the material guarding off his bed and walked to it. Reaching out, he pulled it back and released a breath. Living the translucent curtain open, Slater turned. He wondered how long it'd been since he'd seen the simple black rug on the ground or empty benchtops.

Then he smelt it, the most delicious scent wafted up his nose. Following it out back, he leaned against the frame of his backdoor.

Fucking hell have mercy!

There she stood, she'd tied his shirt to her waist and swapped his boxers for a pair of shorts, a slither of her toned back peeped through the space in-between. Her long hair was bundled on the top of her head, he could see a light glaze of perspiration along her slender neck. She was bent slightly and he only then realised what she was doing.

Kisa grilled strips of beef on the barbeque. She pondered how much a man like Slater would eat, she then remembered how big the brute was and decided on making double her original guess. The sun rained down on her and she was glad she'd decided to tie her hair up. She had moved the barbeque into the middle of the yard, locating wooden planks she crafted together a joining benchtop. Shifting to the adjoining bar, she began cutting vegetables for her salad.

Then she felt it, felt his gaze on her. Her spine tickled as it tensed. Would he be angry at her for moving his things around? Continuing to play dumb, Kisa ignored his presence. She heard him walk down the three steps and off the deck, his shadow shortly fell over her. "Smells good," he hummed.

"You hungry?" She released a sigh, though as his body heat pressed against her back she was once again left breathless.

Before he could answer, loud voices erupted. "Fuck Slater, what's cooking!?" Clint's loud voice came before the sound of the back door slamming.

Then came Nolan, "the bastard finally hired a maid!"

Slater ground his teeth together, glad that she was well and truly hidden behind his body. "Fuck off, Clint." He grunted back, not turning to face the younger man.

He heard another slam of the door and dropped his head, "don't be a dick, dude." Nolan made his way down to the grill. Behind him, Clint and Gunner followed. Gunner was the more silent of the two when Slater first met the man; he wondered if the guy could speak at all. It wasn't an issue, either way, all he needed was for the man to work and share a beer every now and then.

Unaware of Slater's inner frustration, Kisa moved past him and back to the meat, she didn't want it burning on her.

All three men stopped and silently watched the small, curvaceous woman grill. Now they knew why their boss was being such a fucking sour puss. "You bloody selfish cock blocker!" Nolan mumbled out. The other men seconded the remark. Their boss was holding out on them.

Slater turned, "okay, you've seen the show now piss off." The boys frowned at him.

He folded his arms arrogantly, that was until Kisa decided to speak up, "there is lots." She turned around with a bright grin and held out a large tray of marinated meat.

He stood and cursed as three, grown ass, hard working men fell under his little vixen's spell. They slowly approached her, mindful of his glare but completely entranced. It was like they'd never seen a pair of tits before. Gunner moved past the men, he seemed more in control of his cock and reached for the tray. He then flopped down on one of the seats- she'd made a semi-circle using three chairs and a bench- around a makeshift table.

The other two men followed Gunner. Slater glared down at Kisa, she shrugged while turning to add more meat. So much for keeping her hidden... He muttered his annoyance before joining his men.

Kisa placed another tray of meat in the middle of the men, she also placed the bowl of salad, plates, and homemade garlic bread down. Taking a seat on the bench beside Slater, she watched the men dig in, happy she'd been able to feed them. All of a sudden, Slater held his plate out to her. "Eat." He spoke softly.

She stole one slice of his garlic bread and slowly ate it. One by one, the men introduced themselves to her. After they devoured the food, Slater was quick in telling them to get back to work. Kisa couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour. "Sit down, you're hurt."

"I'm fine." She replied.

He took the trays off her, "I told you to rest."

"Just let me clean up, Slater." Lust swamped him, he felt his member pulse as his name rolled off her tongue. She took the trays back and walked around him. He watched her round behind sway as she entered his house. The only thing that kept him from pushing her down onto all fours and ramming it in from behind, was the knowledge that she was in his home.

He made sure the barbeque was off before grabbing the remaining dishes and following her inside. Slater found her at the sink. Grinding his molars, he advanced on her. With one quick movement, he lifted her over his shoulder. She shrieked, demanding to be lowered. Her tiny fists bit into his lower back. Her disobedience played with his arousal like a toy, and so he spanked her ass. "Stop moving, okay."

"Okay, Slater." Her conciliatory tone sent a shot of lust right down to his hardening penis.

She was being sarcastic, playing a dangerous game. "Don't take me on, kitten. If you want another spank, then continue using that tone on me. Okay?" His grip tightened, he really hoped she'd use that tone once more.

"Okay." She hissed.

He groaned, "you like playing with fire, huh." Moving them across the room, Slater slammed Kisa down on the bed. His large body hovered over hers, "let's see just how much heat you can take..."