Page 2 of His Big Pipe

The woman is drenched from head to toe and desperately holding onto the faucet as it sprays water in every direction over the room. Everything’s wet - the floor, the counter, the windows.

But even sopping wet, this woman is stunning. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I’m frozen in place.

Long black hair, petite frame, sweet little tits, and a mere handful of ass.

“A little help here!” she yells over the sound of the water, when she sees me.

“Where’s the main water shut-off?” I holler, shaking off my surprise.

“Basement! Ack!” She gets another spray in the face. “Straight back and to the right.”

I follow her directions and fly down the stairs to the basement to shut off the water. I bound back up, taking four steps at a time, and find her leaning over the sink. She pushes her wet hair from her face, body heaving with her ragged breath.

“Thank you,” she says, turning to face me. She blinks rapidly, droplets of water on her eyelashes, lips parted. I can only gaze back at her.

When she finally tears her eyes away from me, she scans the kitchen. Or in its current state, a swimming pool. It’s a complete mess.

“Oh god,” she groans.

Then her pretty face crumples and she bursts into tears.

CHAPTER 2

TALIA

“What am I going to do?” I wail, through body wracking sobs.

I’ve officially hit rock bottom.

I’m ugly crying in the kitchen of my newly acquired bed and breakfast that’s flooded with water, painfully unfit for guests.

“The windows need replacing, the roof needs fixing, the electrical is wacky…” I point to a switch near the pantry. “That switch turns on the light in the living room closet! Why?” I hiccup. “I’ve done all I can cosmetically, but I’m in way over my head. I thought I could fix the faucet myself, but I just made it worse! What was I thinking?”

I put my face in my hands and suddenly feel the big sexy stranger that barged into this fiasco put a hand on my shoulder. I almost forgot he was here, he’s been so quiet. Poor guy. What a shit show to walk in on.

I should back away. Say I’m fine and get myself together. Because this is not me. I don’t cry. I’m the eternal optimist. Miss Sunshine and Rainbows!

Except I’m broke. I’ve sunk everything into this place. I wanted it to work so badly. I wanted to prove to my grandmother, God rest her soul, that I could make something happen for once. Show her that I’m not a failure.

But there’s only so much I can take.

So instead of collecting myself and wiping away my tears, I grab onto the stranger’s flannel shirt and bury my face into his strong chest. My face is as wet and sloppy as the rest of me, but I’m beyond caring at this point. This man smells like lemons and the forest and it’s good for my nerves.

I cry into his shirt and let it all out. I tell him everything. All the things that are wrong with the property and that I should just give up.

The stranger pats my back awkwardly, and I know I’ve made this weird. But it’s fucking amazing feeling something this solid, warm, and real against me. It’s been a long time. And his chest is firm and muscled. I wish it was bare so I could feel every swell and ripple.

Talia!

“It’s okay,” he rasps. My god his voice is deep. I feel down to my?—

Talia, you’re being ridiculous. Just cut it out.

“Don’t cry. Please,” he says, and it’s obvious he’s uncomfortable.

I finally push out of his arms and wipe my face. “Okay, okay. I’m good. Sorry.”

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