Love Thy Neighbor (18 page)

Imagine the pain…

I realize my stupidity as soon as he steps
away from me. My brow furrows, I catch his hand and firmly say,
“No.” Running my thumb over his knuckles, I go on, “I- I’m sorry,
Ash. I promise I won’t look.”

And I genuinely mean that. There is no way I
should be making him any more uncomfortable than what he clearly
is.

It’s clear he’s angry. Inhaling deep, he
avoids my gaze and growls, “You shouldn’t have to look at it.
Fuckin’ offending your pretty eyes with this bullshit.” He motions
to his chest with his free hand.

I hate seeing him like this. So full of hate
and anger. I’m used to him being reserved but not angry.

Using the hand I captured, I pull him closer
until he’s pressed against my naked body, only to find his erection
is gone.

What a crying shame. You, my dear, are an
asshole.

I am so pissed at myself. I just couldn’t
help myself. I am so stupid sometimes.

An idea passes through my deranged brain and
before I get a second to think about it, I wrap my legs loosely
around his, digging the heels of my boots into his calves. Placing
my hands on his hips, I slide them around, down his back to grip
his firm ass. I feel his gaze on me, burning through me. This is
the second bad decision I’ve had in one night.

Damn, alcohol. You’re a bad friend.

Here goes nothing.

Leaning my face forward very slowly, I inch
closer to his scarred chest. I see his stomach clench in
anticipation. Fearing he’ll pull away from me, I grip his ass so
tight that my nails dig into his skin. The idea of marking someone
used to excite me, but now that I’m confronted with what I’m sure
was once a beautiful chest, the idea repulses me. I quickly loosen
my hold on him and press a lingering open mouth kiss directly in
the middle of his chest.

Ghost’s breathing escalates and his hands
form tight fists by his sides. He whispers hoarsely, “Don’t.”

Ignoring him, I press another open mouthed
kiss on him and playfully lick his nipple. His body becomes stiff
as a board but I do my best to ignore it. I’m on a mission. With my
legs still wrapped around him, I release his butt and move my hands
up and down his back in a sensual massage.

I want to stand on the table and do a cheer
when his body begins to relax. A few more kisses to his chest, and
I feel him harden behind his jeans. And even though I want to do
cartwheels, I focus on the big picture.

I lick around one nipple then suck it hard,
all the while rubbing my wet, naked sex onto his jean covered
hard-on. Using the same technique on the other nipple, I smile
against it when he groans long and low. Licking from the center of
his chest all the way to his throat, I gasp when he grips the hair
at the base of my neck tightly. He pulls gently for me to look up
at him, and when I do, I see his soft brown eyes are dark and
hooded. He grunts, “How do you want it?”

Still minus my brain-to-mouth filter, I
whisper, “Fuck me like you hate me.”

An almost cruel smile crosses his face. He
utters, “Fuck yeah.”

He releases my hair and kisses me hard, his
tongue playfully touching mine. Kicking off his shoes, he places
his thumbs into his jeans, pulls them down and steps out of them. I
watch in awe as he strokes his hard length right in my face.

Such a damn tease!

Not being able to resist, I lean forward to
take it in my mouth but he pulls back and tuts. “You can have it
when you ask nicely.”

My eyes narrow and I glare up at him. I want
to shout a huge fuck you but I am
thirsty
. And Ghost’s cock
is a tall glass of lemonade on a summer’s day. I look up into his
eyes and through gritted teeth I ask, “Ghost, can I please suck
it?”

His eyes crinkle in the corners as he
responds, “What exactly do you want to suck?”

Oh my godfather! The freakin’ nerve of this
guy!

Exhaling loudly, I ask, “Can I please suck
your cock?”

He shakes his head and states, “You didn’t
ask properly, so you can’t have it. The correct term is may I. And
whenever I’m with you, only you, I’m Asher not Ghost.”

Wow.

Is it stupid that I like when he gets all
crazy control freak?

Okay, so even though he’s being the world’s
biggest douchebag on a power trip, I somehow feel like I’m getting
a privilege here. And it’s nice.

My heart warms and my face softens as I
whisper, “May I please suck your cock, Asher?”

I’m immediately rewarded when he leans down
and softly kisses my lips. “That’s my girl.”

I like being called his girl. Especially
during our super happy fun time.

Stepping back from me a little, his shaft is
a vision. Long, thick and angry looking. I wrap my hands around it
and lean forward to lick the wetness from the slit. The taste of
salt hits me and closing my eyes, I lick again and again til Asher
groans and thrusts into my face. Taking the hint, I open my mouth
and suck the head slowly.

Two can play the torture game.

With the head of his cock in my mouth, I
poke my tongue out as far as I can and gently bob my head, moving
my tongue along the sensitive underside. He groans again, louder
this time and fresh wetness seeps from me. I peek up at him to find
his head tilted up with his eyes closed in agonizing bliss. And I
suddenly understand the games.

This is all he has to give me. He is giving
me a gift right now. No one has ever seen him like this before.
Uninhibited and out of control. And I caused it.

Go me!

Bobbing further down his length, I know I
won’t be able to fit it all in.

Damn my small mouth to hell!

Just as I get my mouth around half his
shaft, he hisses and pulls away from me. Frowning, I look up at
him. He breathes heavily and croaks, “No more. I can’t take
anymore.”

A shy smile forms on my lips and I move to
stand, but he places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “No. Like
this. I wanna see you this time.”

Placing his hands under my ass, he pulls me
forward til I’m almost falling off the edge of the conference
table. He holds one leg up using his forearm and moves closer to
me. Our most intimate parts kiss and I moan. Asher looks down at me
and whispers, “Condom,” but doesn’t move an inch.

The last time we had spontaneous monkey sex,
we didn’t use a condom and I had an almost pregnancy scare. Shaking
my head, I reply on a whisper, “No. I can’t- It’s okay. I’m
safe.”

His lip lifts in the corner and he says, “Me
too.”

My smile vanishes on a gasp when he takes
his shaft in his hands and presses it to my opening.

Holy shit! He’s thicker than I remember.

Pushing into me inch by torturous inch, he
breathes heavily and says through clenched teeth, “Fuck you’re
tight, pretty girl.”

In a blissful state, I don’t even think when
I answer. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”

Asher stops pushing into me and lifts his
confused face. He smirks. “A week isn’t that long.”

Still floating in bliss, I push myself
further onto him and state, “I didn’t have sex a week ago. I
haven’t had sex for over a year. Conference room round one was over
a year ago.”

A hand comes under my chin and lifts it to
look up at him. His eyes have softened, but I feel the heat
radiating off them. He asks slowly, “Last time you had sex was with
me?”

Oh, wow. You are on a roll with the stupid,
lady.

Realizing what I’ve just given away, speech
fails me. Simply nodding seems like the best option right now.

His eyes crinkle as he kisses me and says
against my lips, “Fuck me. You are something else.”

Asher’s face strains in concentration. He
pushes forward and I moan. Fully impaled, my eyes roll back and I
begin to beg, “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad.”

Eyes still closed, I hear him respond, “Let
me take care of you.”

He pulls out almost completely then thrust
back into me. Hard. Bright lights dance before my eyes and I moan.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby.”

Leaning over me, he puts his forehead on
mine, grips under my ass and thrusts hard, over and over. It feels
so good that I could weep from joy. A year of rubbing one out
completely forgotten.
This
is what sex is.
This
is
what sex should be. Animalistic and passionate. He fucks like a
machine.

Oh my freakin’ God, he is good!

As good as I remembered. Really. Maybe even
better. Oh hell, it was a long time ago, okay?

With my leg still hoisted over his forearm,
I use it to balance myself as I lift my hips in time with his
thrusts, giving as good as I get. The sound of slapping bodies
fills the air and my nipples harden.

I am burning up!

He growls low before taking my mouth in a
hard kiss that makes me whimper. The tingles start low in my spine
and my mind screams
too soon
! Just as I’m about to warn Ash
that I’m going to come again he pulls away from our kiss and chokes
out, “Come with me, girl. Next time I’ll make it better. I
promise.”

I yell out, “Thank God! I’m coming,
Ash!”

My core tightens around him just as he
stiffens. White spots appear in front of my eyes and blissful
warmth soars through me. The contractions hit me hard. I moan
loudly and my hips jerk me further into him. Clenching tight, I can
feel him jerk his release inside of me. He groans and thrusts.
Once, twice, three times, then stills, panting. My body becomes
limp from exhaustion.

A long moment passes because neither of us
can seem to get our shit together. We just stay as we are, joined
together most intimately. Our foreheads touch and we pant into each
other’s faces. I reach up with one arm to circle his neck and press
my lips lightly to his. When I whisper, “Happy birthday, Ash,” he
shakes in silent laughter and presses harder into my mouth,
deepening our kiss. Pulling away, he says, “Thanks, pretty
girl.”

When he pulls out of me, I almost whimper
from the sudden loss and emptiness I feel. This is the point I
expect this whole situation is going to get awkward…but it never
does. I sit naked on the edge of the conference table wearing only
my boots. Asher picks up my clothes and hands them to me then puts
his jeans back on. I slide the dress over my head and adjust it to
look as normal as I can get it. Unable to find my thong anywhere, I
give up, stand and walk over to a still semi naked Ghost.

I’ve noticed he seldom smiles but his eyes
do a lot. And I like that.

Walking over to him, I see his eyes crinkle.
I smile at him, wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his chest.
He stiffens a little but I can see he’s getting used to it. In
between kisses, I ask, “Are we going to wait another year to do
this again?”

His hand reaches up to squeeze the back of
my neck as he replies, “That all depends on you, girl.”

I really like the neck thing. It feels
possessive and dominant.

Taking a moment to try to activate my
brain-to-mouth filter, I realize I’m too late when I blurt out, “I
really just wanna fuck you whenever I feel like it.”

Insert face-palm here.

My face flushes but luckily he doesn’t take
offence. Relief flows through me as he rubs my back gently and
chuckles his response, “Well, right on. I’m all for that.”

And just like that, Asher Collins and I are
having an affair…I think.

Hmmm, I must clarify this with him.

Searching for the right way to put this, I
admit, “I don’t want anyone to know about this, Ash.”

His hand stills at my back and, damn it, I’m
worried I’ve made yet another huge mistake. Before he can answer, I
go on, “It’s not the way you think. I’m not ashamed of you.”
Looking at him so he can see the sincerity in my eyes, I tell him,
“It’s just that with all the Cole stuff that happened and everyone
feeling the need to give me their opinions lately, I guess I just
want something that’s just mine. Something private. Something I
won’t be judged for or have people butt their asses into. Do you
get me, or do I just sound like some crazy-assed rambling
woman?”

His eyes search me a moment before he
responds. “Yeah. I get it.” The response is gruff but he softens it
by putting stray hairs behind my ear.

Excited by the fact that Gh- I mean Asher
will be fucking me again soon has me giddy. Smiling hard at him and
squeezing his waist, I ask, “So what are the rules?”

His eyes widen comically as he asks, “There
are rules?”

Rolling my eyes at his dramatics, I utter,
“Uh, yeah. If we’re going to do this, we both need to be on the
same page. So I’ll go first.” I tilt my head and narrow my eyes in
thought before I gasp, “No talking about feelings.”

Ash nods his agreement, “Yeah, that shit’s
for pussies. Good one. Okay.” He thinks a moment then smiles a
saucy smile, “If there’s a door with a lock, anywhere is fair
game.”

Leaning back to look up at him in disbelief,
I say, “Wow. Um, okay. I’m for it.” I rub his chest absentmindedly
thinking, then say, “We can call on each other at any hour. Day or
night.”

Kneading my ass with his large hands, he
responds, “Fuck yeah. That’s a given.” He looks down at me
seriously. “You sure you want to do this, pretty girl? I can be
very demanding.”

Scoffing, I reply, “Oh, honey. You have no
idea what you’re in for.”

I mentally smirk.

He really doesn’t.

Chapter Fourteen
Skeletons in the closet…everyone has them

Waking with a smile on my face, I squint
over at the digital alarm clock. The blaring red numbers flash
5:25am.

I am so tired but deliriously happy. That’s
what three orgasms in an hour will do to a woman.