Bearing Fruit

Excerpt From: Bearing Fruit

Bruce parked the car at the home of his next and final delivery of the day. Driving around in the van all day in the height of South Florida summer made him hot and sweaty, regardless of the working air conditioner. Wishing for a shower, he looked down at the wet material of his clothing, the damn things sticking to his body.

He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, glad that he wouldn’t have to work the next couple of days. Go Fridays. He did need to get some studying done, but that would be a small price to pay for a work-free weekend. He hadn’t had a weekend off in six months, no fun, no relaxation, no hanging with his friends.

He’d have to call Jason later, maybe they could shoot some pool together on Saturday. He needed to unwind—something indoors and cool.

Exiting the vehicle, he made his way to the back of the truck where he retrieved the fruit bouquet. The refrigerated trunk provided a blast of cold air, a welcoming respite for his sweaty flesh.

With clipboard and bouquet in hand, he strolled along the paved driveway and passed the parked car on his way to the front door of the two-story house. Ms. Prudence Campbell, he read the name as he rang the doorbell. Stepping back from the door in case it swung out instead of in, he fidgeted. The front door of the house faced west, the setting sun beating down on him while he waited.

Ms. Campbell had better answer the door soon, he thought, before he drenched her fruits with his sweat. Shuddering at the image, he palmed the clipboard, fanning himself. Sometimes, he really hated South Florida.

Finally, the door swung open. Deliciously cool air escaped the house, wrapping intimately around his heated skin. But the sight of the person opening the door, kicked up the heat level of his body, warmth spreading through his heart and tingling at his cock. Damn!

The woman was gorgeous. Milk chocolate complexion, warm brown eyes, full pouting lips, wearing a button up blouse and short as sin skirt. Braided hair pulled back in a ponytail, her clothes accentuated her womanly curves, highlighting her lush features. Want, his body shouted at him. “Ms. Prudence Campbell?” he stammered, ready to spew the next part of his rehearsed verses at her confirmation.

Instead of answering, her eyes travelled from his toes to the top of his head. Licking her lips, her eyes appeared to go out of focus, glazing over with lust. The corners of her lips tipped up, curving into a smile.

Skimming her face, his eyes settled on hers, falling into her stare. They stood there for long seconds just watching each other. Inhaling deeply, her scent hit him, immediately hardening his cock. What the hell?

He didn’t know what to make of his reaction. His attraction to this woman was so sudden, so overwhelming, so all-consuming. In an instant, he had forgotten about the temperature outside and about his burdens. All he wanted was to look and taste and smell this woman.

Suddenly, the woman snapped out of her haze and wrapped her hand around his wrist with a very strong grip. Pulling him into her home, she continued to drag him along and he let her. His skin tingled where her fingers touched him and he couldn’t help but imagine how he’d relish her touch on another more intimate part of his anatomy.

“Um… Miss Campbell?”

Looking over her shoulder, her voice husky and inviting, she offered, “Call me Pru.” Her destination became clear when they entered the kitchen. A lone stool with three fans pointed directly at it sat near the counter and on the counter was a bowl filled with ice cubes. Leading him all the way to that stool, she plopped down on the chair and asked, “Now what do you want?”