Life Next Door (Love Not Included Series Book 2) (9 page)

I’m gonna be honest and admit that I may have overdone it for Wednesday night’s festivities, because Thursday was not good. Being productive while fighting the urge to upchuck Kahlua and whatever else I put in those cupcakes is not a fun battle. Head pounding and no phone call for poor Jake, Thursday sucked. I also burned another cake
.
 

I finally make it to the end of the week. I’m just going to call Friday what it is. Bullcrap. My mood is as sour as the milk I attempt to put in my creamer. I mean, how hard is it to screw on a cap? To make matters worse, I get into work and I see a pile of neatly stacked signed invoices and paid bills. What I don’t see is May. To top it off, Katie is in a somber mood and isn’t talking. I mean, I thought family talked to each other. That’s her aunt. She should be able to give me
some
scoop on what’s up May’s absent ass.

Due to the downward spiral of my mood, my day sucks. Nothing is made with happiness and no love is poured into a single cupcake because I’m so annoyed. The breaking point today will be if I burn one more cupcake, pie, or tart. That will be it. The final straw.

I leave work for the day, waving off a somber and silent Katie and head home. The ride home is pretty quiet and I think Brendan senses my crazy and does what’s safe; he keeps quiet.

I walk into the house and whip my bag. I couldn’t care less that it just knocked over the brand new candle display I bought. I can’t even care less about the glass cracking on the coffee table. Looks like Jeff is buying me more candles.

I make it back to my bathroom to find my thermometer. The fact that I have burned another cake and I’ve thought about turning down wine twice in one week are clear signs that I’m getting sick with something. Is a funk a form of sickness? Is not caring that your shit of a neighbor hasn’t called to check up on his poor dog yet a side effect? I find my thermometer and jam it under my tongue, then go off in search of Jake. The thermometer beeps and I pull it out. 92.7? Isn’t that considered, like, dead or something? I look at it closer, then watch the light fizzle out and die. Great. I take it and toss it across my bedroom. I miss the garbage can completely, taking out the row of perfumes lining my dresser. Well, they
were
lining my dresser. What. Ev. Er.

I find Jake snoozing in my bed. Best place in the house. I’m really getting used to having him around. Who would have thought pets were such good companions? And who doesn’t call when they say they are going to call?

Seriously, that’s it. I’m keeping the dog.

I must be having the best dream ever because I swear I feel my stomach tighten. This is not the first time I’ve had a sexual dream about Trent. Okay, fine, It’s not the second or third either. Ever since our couch session I’ve been having quite graphic sex dreams about him having his dirty way with me. They always start out sweet, with him kissing all over my sensitive skin. My body, whether conscious or not, reacts to his touch. I vividly feel his hands wrap about my waist as he presses his luscious hard self into my back. My body responds and pushes back, with the erotic hope that he might attempt to go further into unknown territory. Dirty thoughts.

His burning fingers drift in opposite directions with one hand reaching for my hardened nipple and squeezing, while his other hand goes south, right where I ache the most. This is the best part. His greedy hands know what they want, and he takes my already soaked panties and pushes them to the side, exploring my outer lips with his forefinger. He teases me in my dream, knowing I want this so bad, and he explores around the outside of my clit, waiting for me to beg. I feel his hard erection press against my backside again, and I meet him with the same force. As we both moan our arousal, he gives in and presses his middle finger straight into my throbbing center.

“Ooooh God.” That feels so good
and real
. I am actually waking myself up with how intense this feeling is. If I wake up before I climax, I’m going to be pissed. As he strokes his needy fingers in and out of me, I start to feel myself tighten around his large finger.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan out loud.

“God, baby, you’re clenching so tight around my finger.”

And whaaat?

Quite a bucket-load of things happen at that.

First, I wake up fully. Then I scream. Like a banshee.

Then my elbow slams behind me, and if I’m correct, makes a direct hit to a nose.

I hear swearing. I throw myself out of bed and (fittingly) into my nightstand, taking out my lamp. As I avoid the porcelain shattering all over my legs, I jump up and look frantically around for a weapon. I know I have a bat. But I think it’s in my closet.

On the other side of the room.

Where it should be.

Nice and close.

Just in case I need it.

“What the fuck, CeCe?”

What the fuck is right! I freeze, pausing my search for anything I can throw, and see Trent in my bed holding his nose.

“Jesus Christ, why did you just hit me?”

“What the crap are you doing in my bed?! You just scared the ever loving SHIT outta me!”

“Well, you didn’t seem so scared when I had my hands down your pants.”

Well, I also thought I was having a wet dream.

“How did you get in here?”

“Sweetcheeks, I have your keys.”

Fair enough. “When did you come in?” I know I sleep like the dead, but I’m pretty sure anyone would wake up to another human crawling into their bed.

“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you. I stopped at home and showered. Saw I was missing a dog, so I thought I’d come over and see what my two favorites were doing. You were already passed out, spooning my dog. I was beat, so instead of waking you up with my tongue, I climbed in and passed out next to you.”

His what?

I’m staring at him, waiting for my heartbeat to slow back down from panic mode but it just starts beating faster for a completely new reason. I start to register him and the fact that he is not wearing any clothes. I scan the merchandise. Yep. Definitely a naked sleeper. After not seeing him for such a long time, my hunger for him is hitting me like a ten pound brick. I’m also realizing how starved I am for a real good shake in the sheets. The last time I saw him he left me high and dry.

And by
dry,
I mean dripping wet.

I might start drooling down my chin because the sheet is resting just below his belly button—the way he is leaning, his abs are crunched and seriously calling my name. Of course, I do what any crazed animal in heat would do, and I jump on him.

“Whoa!” he grunts, catching my body while I throw his shoulders back down onto the mattress.

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said shut up. I want no talking out of you.”

He goes to open his mouth but I slam my lips to his. A groan escapes from his throat and he throws his arms around my face to increase the pressure of our kiss. I push away, practically panting.

“You owe me. And huge. I don’t want to hear a single word out of you until you get me off once. No...twice! And then...only then, will you speak. And when you do, it will only be to only ask what you want for breakfast, because you do me right, and I will be willing to make you whatever you want. And when I say breakfast, I mean the best cupcake waffles you have ever tasted.”

“CeCe...”

“What?” I snap, breathing heavily.

“You had me at getting you off.”

“Good.” I slam back into his mouth. Our lips and tongues collide and it feels glorious. My control of the situation doesn’t last much longer as Trent takes the lead and flips us both, landing me on my back.

Never. Breaking. The. Kiss.

Talent.

“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks as he lets go of my lower lip to trail little bites down my chin to my neck.

“Hardly,” I moan and can feel the vibrating chuckle from his mouth on my neck.

“It sure seems by the way your body is humming under me that you most definitely missed me.” At the same time he says that, I pathetically thrust my hips up connecting with his hard man package.

“I didn’t notice you weren’t around half the time.” Man, playing this off isn’t all that easy.

He lifts up my tank top and takes a healthy mouthful of my nipple. I arch my back, shoving more of my breast into his mouth. It’s a shame the first orgasm is going to be just from him sucking on my boobs because it’s about to happen.

“Are you sure you didn’t miss me?” he asks again just as he bites down.

God. Help. Me.

“Aaahhhhhh.” I totally sell myself out as the moan, bordering on a howl, leaves my mouth. This is not going as planned. I slap his shoulder, fighting his luscious mouth off my boob. “I said, no talking!” I bite out and grab a chunk of his hair and squeeze. Also not the response I was hoping for, as he groans and sucks harder on my nipple. He lets go with a pop and moves to his next victim.

He begins to ease his assault, then pulls away, blowing cool air onto my overheated skin. Lifting his head to meet my foggy eyes, he smiles. “God, you taste so sweet. I’ve missed those sweet little sounds that come out of that sexy little mouth of yours.” He dips down and gets back to work.

This is
so
not fair. He’s totally playing dirty. I don’t stand a chance against this guy. I try and think of something to retort back, but my mushed brain is useless.

What decides to make it up my throat and out of my mouth is, “I’m keeping your dog.” I am rewarded of course with laughter. I know his laughter should bother me, but let’s be honest; the added vibration on my tits feels fantastic.

“Now, that’s to be determined, Sweetcheeks.” He lets go of my boob and pushes himself off the mattress. Hair looking all mussed and sexy, he stares down at me.

I narrow my eyes at him. “See something you like?”

“Oh, baby, you don’t even know. And let me tell you one thing, your waffles are going to be my second course for breakfast because I have a hunger for something much sweeter right now.”

Oh shit.

Okay, maybe I’m not as big and bad as I thought I was, because the way he is looking at me is a wee bit intimidating. I open my mouth to speak and then shut it again. And repeat. Nothing.

I’ve got nothing.

He bends forward to catch my shirt, and without a fight from me, pulls my tank top straight off. He slides down my overheating body and latches his fingers onto my panties. He glides them down my legs and tosses them to the floor. I’m holding onto my sanity for dear life. If it is possible to actually see a vagina pulsate, you can witness mine as we speak. I feel his hot breath on my inner thigh and squeezed my eyes shut.
I can do this. Don’t let go
. I really don’t want to explode so soon like an amateur, but this is so freakin’ hot. He takes a love nip from my inner thigh and I jump. I’m moaning, panting, and breathing harder than if I had just sprinted across the Wall of China. The noises that are leaving my lips are so pleasurable they sound almost pained.

Trent wastes no more time exploring and gets right down to business. His tongue makes contact with my center and licks, stopping to suck on my clit. He inserts one finger inside me and pumps. I try to raise my hips but he holds me in place with this free hand.

“You are always so damn wet for me. I knew you would taste the sweetest right here.”

He drops his mouth back and goes to town. Devouring me. His tongue, his fingers, it’s all too much and I feel the heat in my face and pressure in my brain.

“That’s right, baby, come on my tongue.”

I’m not registering anything he says because I’m a goner. The spots are back and before I can stop it, and I skyrocket into the most awaited orgasm ever.

While I float back to reality, Trent sits up and leans over the side of the bed. I hear him shuffling in his jeans, and then a tear. He sits back up and I watch him roll a condom over his gigantic throbbing cock. He positions himself over me and nudges my legs open, which I’m thankful for, because I can’t feel them yet; the assistance is appreciated.

One minute he is making eye contact with me, and the next he is plunging inside me. There is that moment of clarity that this is what perfect feels like. He fits perfectly inside me and you can’t fake this shit. The emotions that linger all around us are more than just sexual.

He holds eye contact like it’s his lifeline and we stare at one another like we are having a silent conversation. He doesn’t move right away. I know he is waiting. I know it’s the moment where he sees that light in my eyes that shine with want, passion, need. It’s all there. I know we both see it. Feel it. It’s definitely crazy early to even fathom throwing down the “L” word, but it’s something in between. He begins to pull out slowly only to glide back in, and I know that our moment has passed. It’s time for orgasm number two.

He leans down and catches my mouth in his, kissing me like it’s the only thing he’s ever craved. Tasting myself on his tongue is so erotic and I am urgent to deepen the kiss. His hand goes into my hair and squeezes as he takes control, slowing me down. There is something gentle about this kiss, but also possessive. Like he’s claiming me.
His girl.

I sigh into his mouth and let this ride take its course. He moves inside me, filling me, in and out like he has my body memorized, and it doesn’t take long for both of us to hit the peak of beautiful release. The moment it hits me, my head tips back and my lips part as a small gasp leaves my throat. Trent hits home two more times, and in perfect harmony, we both climax together.

Breathing is an essential thing in life, but at this moment, I wonder how long I can go without having to insert air into my lungs. The effort doesn’t seem to be there and I’m hoping that my body will do the work on its own eventually. Trent’s heavy body is covering mine and his head is buried into my neck. With our chests touching, I can feel both our hearts beating on overdrive. The combined scents of sweat and sex fill the room. Right now, the connection between our overheated bodies and the release of some awesome sex is a beautiful thing.

After what seems like hours, but is actually more likely to be minutes, he leans up, making eye contact, and that’s when I see it. The relaxed and sated look in his beautiful eyes. He finally breaks the gaze and catches my lips again in a slow lazy kiss.

He eventually pulls away and gives me his signature wink. “Now I’m hungry for course number two.”