The Neighbor #2 (The Neighbor Romance Series - Book #2) (9 page)

I retreated to my old room and rummaged through my
closet. Ryder was used to seeing me in jeans so I was going to change it up. I
pulled out a casual black dress. I had forgotten that I had it. It was simple,
classy and as comfortable as a t-shirt.

I took a long warm shower and layered on some
lily-of-the-valley body balm and scented oil. I blew my hair dry and threw on
some silver jewelry. I was satisfied with my reflection in the mirror

After bidding my mom good-bye, I hopped in my car
and parked it next door in Ryder’s driveway, which was behind a hedge. I didn’t
know why I continued to lie to my mother. I thought the story was long and I
didn’t have the time.

****

I knocked on Ryder’s door. The butterflies in my
stomach were throwing a party. He opened the door.

“You made it.” Ryder smiled and kissed my lips. “You
look stunning.”

Ryder was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a
black t-shirt. I was way overdressed compared to him.

“You look great too. Have you been working out?”

“Yoga and meditation.
It really helps with…all sorts of stuff. If you ever have the time, I will show
you what works for me. It is an individual pursuit but it helps to have someone
lead you down the path.”

I kicked off my sandals and headed for the kitchen.

“Make
yourself
at home,” Ryder
said jokingly.

I laughed. “I will.”

“I got pizza with green peppers, chicken and
pineapple. Did I choose okay?” Ryder cornered me in the kitchen and squeezed my
arm muscles. He wanted to check on my work-out progress I’m sure. That’s what I
told myself anyways.

“Actually, no.”

“No I can’t touch you or no you don’t like the
pizza?” he asked.

“I hate green peppers. I went to Philly once and had
a cheese steak with green peppers. I drank too much and puked my guts out.
Sayler was with me and she almost took me to the ER. Since then I can’t eat
green peppers.”

“That’s an easy fix. I will just pick them off for
you.
And what about the touching?”

“That is a yes, only if I can touch you back,” I
said and Ryder smiled.

“I will pick out a movie,” Ryder said.

“No you won’t. We will choose a movie.”

“My house, my way.”

“Ryder, I am the guest. Guests get to choose.”

“We’ll see,” he responded.

We ate pizza. Ryder nibbled off my green peppers.

“I feel like we are an old married couple. We’re barefoot
in my kitchen. It feels right.”

The word couple surprised me and the word married
shocked me.

“Ryder, you just said a word that confuses me. Only
one of us is old here.”

“Ouch, you know how to hit a guy where it hurts.”

We went to the media room and we both went for the
clicker.

“Ah, my pick, remember.” I grabbed the channel
changer from his grasp.

“Only for you J.”

“J?” I asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Just trying it out.
Now pick a movie.”

I clicked through the movies and arrived at a
romantic comedy we could both enjoy. It had a holiday theme but it also had a
bit of everything. I pressed play and we started to watch
Love Actually.

We reclined on the large cushiony couch only
occupying a small portion. I curled my body into his. We moved as if we had
been in the same position before. I never would have imagined that we would
have come so far. The same hand that I pricked with my toothpick at the country
club was touching me. He ran his finger along the curve of my body. He paused
when his hand reached my breast and with a feather touch he traced my nipples.
Eventually, warmed by his body and lulled by the cadence of his breathing I
closed my eyes.

I woke up, forgetting where I was for a moment. I
was relieved to find out that I wasn’t dreaming. I was in Ryder’s arms. I
slowly released my body from his. I lifted his arm to look at his watch, which
glowed in the dark. It was only 11pm. I was parched so I stretched a bit and
crept into the bathroom for a drink of water.

I was putting down the glass when I noticed Ryder’s
collection of amber pill bottles. I remembered them from when he was only the
mysterious hot neighbor. I tried to fight my curiosity but I lost. I expected
supplements but I found something very different. I read the label on eight of
the bottles. They were familiar medicines because they had been in my father’s
medicine cabinet when he was dying…of cancer. Some were anti-nausea medications
and others were pills, which accompanied chemo. Ryder had cancer. I dropped one
of the bottles on the floor.

“Shit,” I said.

“Jenna, where are you?” Ryder called out.

I quickly picked up the bottle, returned it to the
shelf and turned out the light. I walked out to the hallway where Ryder was
walking towards me. I wanted to cry but I didn’t. I hugged him tightly.

I stood on my tippy toes, kissed him and asked
softly, “Are you ready for bed?”

“Oh, so you have decided to stay the night?” Ryder
laughed.

“Of course.”
I led him to the bedroom where I reached up with my back arched and kissed him
again.

I removed his shirt slowly, only losing sight of his
eyes when I pulled the cloth over his head. The intensity of the moment took
over.

Chapter
Nine

I had never felt so confident in what I was doing.
Every movement was innate. I finished removing his shirt and explored his
angular muscles with my mouth. I moved slowly as I went down to his navel and
back up to his lips. Ryder was gazing into my eyes as he fought to take control
and ravage my body.

I chose to prolong the inevitable. We moved next to
the bed. I slowly removed my dress to reveal my red bra and panties. I was
wearing a lace thong and red sheer bra with black lace details. He moved his
hands to touch me and I pushed them back. I ran my hand up my inner thighs,
stopping briefly at my crotch as I curled my mouth into a smile. I continued to
feel my body up, paying special attention to my hard nipples.

“Oh my God,” Ryder said as he grabbed my face and
kissed me. It was hard as he thrust his tongue in my mouth.

Ryder threw me down on the bed and ripped off my
bra.

“My turn Jenna.
I believe I have a favor to repay.”

He shoved his hands inside my thong and pulled them
off, revealing my wet pussy. Ryder kissed up my inner thighs until he arrived
at the lips of my vagina. He found my clit immediately and licked it rapidly. I
did not realize the human mouth could move so quickly. I was in a place I had
never been before. He forced my legs open wide and spread open my pussy with
one hand while penetrating me deeply with the other.

When his hands were busy, he looked up at me.

“I want to make you scream Jenna. You’re so fucking
wet. Come on.”

I started to pump and moan uncontrollably. He took
his fingers out and revisited my body with his glorious tongue.

“Suck me like I sucked your dick,” I moaned.

I was going to a place from which I could not
return. He twirled his tongue around and around my clit while sucking all the other
skin into his mouth. After a while I found myself calling out in ecstasy as wetness
dripped from my pussy.

I lay on the bed shaking. We were quiet at last. It
was 12 am and I knew I would be unable to move until the morning. “That is the
best I have ever had…by far. You must have a lot of experience. You have a magical
tongue and your fingers…unbelievable.”

“I have a book on the female orgasm,” he said and
kissed my lips.

“I should have known.” I laughed and pulled up the
sheets. I snuggled it tight as I enjoyed the warmth of his body. I wanted him
to fuck me but for the moment, I was satisfied. I fell asleep to the beat of
his heart.
 

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