The Boy Next Door: A Standalone Small Town Romance (Soulmates Series Book 3) (14 page)

Chapter 26: Connor

The afternoon sun was rising higher in the sky, but the heavy heat
was doing little to suppress my growing appetite.

I grabbed the shirt that was hanging over my shoulder and mopped
my brow.

Fortunately, I was protected from the sun by the asphalt
compactor’s roof, but Laney was working away on the mural without shelter, her
hair so blonde in the sun it was nearly blinding.

She was probably only a day or two from finishing, and while I
knew she’d do a good job, I never could’ve imagined the colorful scene that
would pour out of her. Wild animals decorated in psychedelic patterns were playing
everything from hop scotch to double dutch, and I’d nearly flattened the
basketball hoop twice getting lost in what she’d done.

It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as she was.

And things were going well.

Yes, I’d fallen for her again, but I don’t think that was the
whole story.

To be honest, I think I never really got up after the first time
I fell, and it was like no time had passed.

In the last few weeks, we’d picnicked by the lake, snuck vodka
into the movie theatre, and revisited some of our favorite Choose Your Own
Adventure Books. I’d shown her my office, fucked her in every bed in my house,
and invited her to join me for countless walks with Sarge.

It was the happiest I’d ever been.

And she seemed happy, too, which made my chest swell with pride.

Of course, we hadn’t had many serious talks, especially about
our history. She’d tried to broach the subject, but I stopped her every time.

I didn’t want to dissect the past. I wanted to live for the
future, and I couldn’t help but feel that overanalyzing our relationship is
what spoiled it for us the first time around.

After all, when she wasn’t second guessing herself, she was
light and free and confident. She acted on her intuition, and the words that
came out of her mouth made sense.

It was only when she started thinking about the decisions she’d
cut herself off from and comparing herself to others that she got lost in a
messy corner of her head.

But with every day we spent together, I became more aware of the
fact that we hadn’t committed to anything and that all our jovial fun could end
in a second.

And I wanted more from her. Needed more. Deserved more.

Because the love I was prepared to give her was too immense to
keep giving it without knowing whether or not she was planning on sticking
around. And if she had a problem with that, I had to find out sooner rather
than later.

In other words, ignorance wasn’t bliss any more.

I finished flattening the last row of asphalt, pulled the
compactor off to the side, turned off the ignition, and hopped down to the
ground.

She was deep in concentration as I approached her.

“Have I told you lately I think you’re a genius?” I asked.

She smiled over her shoulder at me. “Not since this morning,”
she said, her eyes traveling shamelessly up and down my bare chest. “That’s a
good look for you.”

“Thanks,” I said, sliding my hands around her waist. “I bet it
would be a good look for you, too.”

“Get off me sweaty,” she said, wriggling from my arms. “I
showered this morning.”

I smiled. “I remember.”

She bumped her shoulder into mine. “You’re filthy, you know
that? I don’t know how I get anything done with you around.”

“Likewise,” I said, squatting down to close up her paints.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her hands full with her palette
and paint brush.

“It’s time for a lunch break,” I said. “This sun is hotter than
you think it is, and you got burned last week.”

“But it turned to tan.”

“I need to eat,” I said, fixing my eyes on her.

“And I need five more minutes.”

“Put the paintbrush down, Laney, or there’s going to be a Laney
sized silhouette across that elephant’s face.”

She slashed the paintbrush across my chest.

My mouth fell open.

“Okay, okay,” she said, squatting slow like a criminal setting
down a gun.

“You’re going to pay for that,” I said, scooping her up and
fireman carrying her towards my truck, which was parked in the shady lot beside
the park.

“Can I pay you in sex?” she asked.

“With interest,” I said, stepping off the sidewalk into the lot.

She let out a little scream and slapped a drumroll on my ass.

I pulled my keys from my pocket, opened the passenger door, and
flipped her down onto the seat.

“God it’s roasting in here,” she said.

I climbed in over her. “If you think it’s hot now, you’re in for
a shock.” I pressed my lips against hers and lowered my hips so she could feel
how hard I was for her.

She reached over her head, fumbled at the handle on the driver’s
side door, and pushed it open.

A gentle breeze blew through the front seat.

“Aren’t you clever?” I said, kissing down her neck. “Almost as
clever as you are beautiful.” I reached under her tank top and dragged the
front of her bra up over her breasts, kneading them in my hands as I kissed the
sweet sweat off them and grew thirsty for the rest of her.

Then I unzipped her little shorts and pulled them down with her
underwear.

She dug her hands into my hair as I started circling her clit.

When she let out a sigh, I rewarded her with two thick fingers, glancing
up to see the flash in her eyes as I filled her.

“Fuck,” she said. “This is already the best lunch break I’ve
ever had.”

I smiled and lowered my feet back down to the ground outside the
truck so I could lick her warm snatch.

She inhaled sharply as I sucked her sweet silk.

“I want you inside me,” she said. “I want to be full of you.”

I lapped at her faster and began undoing my jeans.

Then I grabbed her legs, flipped her over, and dragged her ass
towards me.

She kicked her feet and stretched her toes towards the ground.

But when I pressed the tip of my dick against her pink slit, she
stopped trying to stand and grabbed the front seat, bracing herself as I sank
balls deep into her gorgeous heat.

 
Chapter 27: Laney

He felt so big when he took me from behind, his strong fingers digging
into my dangling thighs.

I became wet with sweat as he fucked me, and as my breasts slid against
the leather seat of his truck, all I could think about was holding on.

God he was good.

I didn’t understand how he could be such a gentleman one minute
and such an animal the next. It made me want him so bad it was overwhelming.

I could hear his balls slapping against me as my hair stuck to
my face and neck, and he was hitting me so deep I wouldn’t have asked him to
stop for anything.

Getting fucked by him was the best feeling in the world, and all
the minutes in between just felt like unwanted intermissions before he would
take me again.

And he never asked. He was polite about everything else, but if
he wanted to fuck me it was like nothing could stop him, like this mist of lust
descended and made him lose his ability to speak.

It was all in his body language then, especially his eyes. I
could see the hunger for me in them moments before he took me. It was like he was
already devouring me- like a predator- and there was nothing I could do to stop
his mouth watering, nothing I could do to interrupt his hunt.

It made me so high to be wanted like that.

Connor pulled out of me and flipped me over again.

I raised up onto my elbows and scooted back to bring my lifeless
legs into the truck.

His hair was a thick mess of blond and several beads of sweat
dripped down his rippling chest.

“How do you want me?” I asked, pushing away the wet wisps around
my face.

He climbed into the passenger seat and extended a hand.

I pulled myself up and straddled him, wasting no time sliding
down his thick cock.

“Who’s the sweaty one now?” he asked, unhooking my bra and
casting it to the side.

I smiled and rocked against him, my blue eyes lost in his as he
groped my breasts and stretched me open.

I dragged a hand down the side of his face and kissed him,
causing a bright energy to light me up inside.

He stuck a hand in the sweaty hair at the base of my neck and
popped his hips to urge me on, my breasts bouncing against his sticky chest as
I focused on the molten heat in my core.

“You feel amazing,” he said, his other hand cradling my ass as I
rocked against him.

And as I looked into his eyes, I realized we were fucking each
other with every part of our bodies, and something happened in my heart. It felt
good, like a little crack had opened up and let some light in.

And I realized I still loved him- as much as I ever had- and
that I would never stop.

At that point the sweat was nearly dripping in my eyes so I
closed them and leaned forward, crushing my chest against his torso as I
grinded against the base of his shaft.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered against his warm neck. I
circled my hips and felt the heat in my body pool in my clit. And when it
started to buzz, I knew I was close.

Connor sank his fingers into the fleshy cheeks of my ass. “Melt
for me,” he whispered, his voice low and liquid.

And I did as he asked, my whole body shaking as I gushed over
him like a gutter in a thunderstorm.

“Fuck,” I panted, savoring how it felt for my pussy to pulse
around his rock hard cock. I don’t know where I found the strength then, but I
pulled my knees up, planted my feet beside his strong thighs, and began to
bounce, my hands anchored around his neck so I wouldn’t fall away.

He growled through clenched teeth as I slid up and down him.

I looked down and watched his swollen dick disappear inside me
over and over.

When I looked up again, he had a pained expression on his face
that told me he was close.

A second later, his hands were on my hips, speeding me up as he
furrowed his brow.

Finally, he slammed me down and held me there, groaning as he
thrust up into me before letting go, his big hands slapping against the car
seat.

I kept rocking against him, milking every last drop as if I were
sucking him off. And when my adrenaline crashed, I put my knees back on the
seat, buried my face in his neck, and tried to catch my breath.

“I’m so glad I interrupted your work,” he said, his head falling
against the headrest.

“Me too,” I said, leaning back to look at him. “I’ve decided I
like you sweaty.”

He smiled. “And I like you wet, but you already knew that.”

“Think we could blast the AC for a second?”

He nodded like it was the best idea ever. “Yes, definitely.”

I crawled off him and collapsed beside the wheel.

He reached around the passenger side door, pulled the keys out
of the lock, and handed them to me.

I put them in the ignition and aimed the vents at us.

“We should probably put our clothes on before we get arrested,”
he said, grabbing my shirt and shorts off the floor.

“Thanks,” I said, sliding the pile near me before leaning
forward to grab my twisted bra off the dashboard.

Connor jumped outside just long enough to grab his jeans off the
ground and hopped back in, closing the door behind him.

I closed mine, too, and shut my eyes, letting the blast of cool
air dry my sweat to my face. “It’s too hot to put my clothes on.”

“It’s too hot to fuck in the car, too, but you managed that
alright,” he said, wiggling into his jeans.

I rolled my head towards him and smiled. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you’re a goddess. Now put on your damn clothes so I’m the
only one who gets to know about it.”

Since getting caught naked in a public place wasn’t a stunt that
would help me fit in, I started getting dressed. “What am I going to do about
this problem?”

He furrowed his brow. “What problem?”

“The fact that the more I have you the more I want you.”

“I’m not the person to ask.”

I tilted my head as I connected the tiny hooks on my bra. “Why
not?”

“Because all I want to do is enable your addiction.”

I smiled. “Seems to me you’re in the same pickle then.”

“Yeah.” He put a bare foot up on the glove box. “I sure am.”

“In that case, this is a sticky situation,” I said, pulling my
shirt on.

“We could always just keep doing what we’ve been doing and hope we
can get it out of our system.”

I laughed. “That sounds as fun as it sounds ineffective.”

“True.”

“And what if we can’t get it out of our system?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Then I guess we’ll have no choice but to live
happily ever after.”