I Love You, My Neighbour: Chapter 21
Come home with me tonight
A/N: Hey there!
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Love,
Elle
Logan
I should have stayed home tonight. Maybe then I wouldn't have completely messed up my friendship with Kristy.
I lost control when I saw her standing outside my house, wearing that tight blue dress with her hair cascading down her back. She smelled amazing, and I had to resist the urge to breathe her in and run my fingers through her hair.
But that was just the beginning of the torture.
Throughout the car ride here, I could barely look at her. I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. Making small talk was impossible because I was distracted by her perfume and her enticing curves. The way her dress hugged her curves and showcased her cleavage was unreal, and every glance at her breasts aroused me. I spent the entire car ride worried that she would notice the erection I was desperately trying to hide.
No amount of drinking or dancing with other women could distract me from thoughts of her. I was acutely aware of Kristy the entire time. My hope that seeing her next to other women would give me clarity was foolish. It did provide clarity, just not the kind I had hoped for.
I tried to convince myself that I could go home with someone tonight. I kept drinking, hoping the alcohol would numb the doubts and disgust I felt about the idea of sleeping with a random woman. Even when I saw the hurt on Kristy's face, the pain flickering in her eyes as I stood in front of her and flirted with another woman, I refused to acknowledge the truth. But when I saw her dancing with Adam after she had told me she was going home, that's when it hit me.
The way she moved her hips against his sent waves of adrenaline and jealousy coursing through me, twisting together into an overwhelming force that propelled me across the dance floor towards her.
I'm a complete mess. A giant, chaotic mess. But I also feel alive. More alive than I have in years. And I'm so incredibly turned on that my thoughts are a jumbled mess. Dancing with her was the ultimate mistake of the night. I purposely avoided touching her, knowing how badly I wanted to. But she carries so many insecurities about her worth and beauty. Her assumption that she's nothing like the women I've been dancing with is partially true, but not in the way she thinks. Those other women mean nothing to me. Kristy, on the other hand, means so much to me that the thought of her not wanting me in her life anymore is tearing me apart. I couldn't let her walk away believing I'm unaffected by her.
Because the truth is, I am affected. Good Lord, I am.
And now it's too late. Too late to prevent us from making a mistake. Her eyes are locked on mine, filled with darkness and desire, and her body language communicates that she wants to make this mistake just as much as I do.
If that's what she wants, I have no chance of stopping things from progressing to the bedroom.
"You want to get out of here?" I ask, my voice so husky it's almost unrecognizable.
The deepening shade of her vibrant blue eyes reveals her enthusiasm for the idea. "Together?"
"I would say your place or mine, but it doesn't really matter. They're the same distance away."
A pulse beats in her neck, indicating that she's just as excited as I am about going home together. "Yours is messier."
"Then it's yours." I take her hand in mine and lead her towards the exit.
"Logan..." she begins as soon as we're outside the club and can hear each other without having to shout.
I turn to see the questions in her eyes. "Are you drunk?"
"Not drunk enough to not know what we're doing."
"What are we doing?"
I have no clue. I'm in no position to offer her a relationship, and I'm about to seriously mess up this friendship. What happens after we sleep together? I don't know. But I can't walk away from her now. She's the first person I've been genuinely attracted to since Izzy.
"I don't know, but I want you," I say in a husky voice.
"But those other girls you were dancing with at the club..."
"They don't compare to you."
The doubt in her eyes devastates me. I gently tuck her hair behind her ear before caressing her face with the back of my fingers. She leans into the touch, and my heart pounds in my chest.
"Trust me," I say. "This isn't the first time I've thought about spending the night with you."
Kristy looks up at me, her eyes filled with sadness as they meet mine. "But Izzy... she was so beautiful."
"And so are you."
She shakes her head. "No..."
I can't hold back any longer. I pull her closer to me, inhaling her flowery feminine scent as I weave my fingers through her silky hair and tilt her head up to kiss her.
I should wait to taste her. Wait until we're at her place. Or even wait until we're in her car. But I'm so driven to silence her insecurities that I press my lips against hers before rational thought can intervene.
Now, I don't want to stop kissing her. She tastes like strawberry lip gloss and a hint of sweet citrus, a surprising combination that ignites every cell in my body, making my blood pump faster and my heart race. The fantasies I had about her don't compare to the real thing. She's irresistible, hot and soft in all the right places, and just as enthusiastic as I am.
She rises onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair, holding me there as if she can't bear to end our kiss. I understand her sentiment completely. She trembles as I embrace her, her lips supple and yielding, parting for me as soon as I seek more. Our lips and tongues intertwine in a dance—I lead, she follows—her surrender so absolute that I want to possess all of her right now. I pull her tightly against me, simultaneously thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moans and whimpers, moving her hips against mine as if she's as desperate to have me inside her as I am to be inside her.
Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my hips immediately, pressing my throbbing erection into contact with her heat and drawing a moan from us both. I'm crossing a dangerous line, but my self-control has vanished, and I can't seem to stop myself from sliding my hands under her dress. Nothing but a G-string. Groaning, I palm her bare arse and claim her mouth with my tongue. We move towards her car like that, and she gasps and moans when I press her back against the cold metal of the passenger side door before thrusting softly.
Breaking the kiss, I stare into her eyes in the dark parking lot. Her face is flushed, lips swollen and hair messy. She's so gorgeous, but she doesn't even realize it.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it home,” I tell her.
“Take me here. I want you to.”
Her words make my dick twitch against her in agreement.
Any hesitation I had about our location - a dimly lit parking lot behind the club, where anyone could stumble across us - dissipates as she entangles her hands behind my head and yanks my mouth back down to hers with the will of a woman who knows what she wants. Her fingers dance with speed over my buttons until she has my shirt half off, then she is tracing her lips over my jaw and down my neck, teasing, sucking, licking and biting me as she grinds her hips against mine.
For two years I’ve gone without sex and I’ve easily managed the drought, but right now I feel like an out of control teenager again, so horny I have to reach the end goal, no matter how I get there. She’s flipped a switch in me, and I can't bring my body back under control. I'm primed. Ready to go.
I keep her pinned in place, moving my hand to stroke her. She's already so wet, and I can't resist moving her G-string out of the way to touch her properly. She's so fucking hot. So fucking ready for me. I'm about to die and go to heaven as I slide two of my fingers into the tight wet heat of her body with ease, sparks flying in my brain. How am I supposed to last even a minute once I have her pulsing around my cock? She's about to take off like a rocket and I'm ready to go with her.
She throws her head back as I fuck her with my fingers. Her heart is pounding, her breath coming out in short, sharp pants, and those heaving breasts are so inviting I can't help but dip my head and kiss the exposed flesh.
Her nipples are so hard I can see them through the thin blue material of her dress. And when I suck on her breast through her dress while slipping my fingers across the tight, hard nub between her legs, her entire body tenses up. I hear her breath stop, and then she cries my name, over and over again as I continue to caress her.
She's so hot I'm practically coming in my boxers.
“Logan.”
Her hand is already reaching for my button and fly, but I want – no, need – to see those breasts as I do her. We have to get in the car.
I put her down, her body shaking.
“Unlock the car,” I demand, my voice raw from lust.
She fumbles in the small purse slung over her shoulder, and her keys clatter to the ground as I move her hair aside and suck on the skin of her neck. Her pulse thumps wildly.
Instead of grabbing her keys, she presses her arse back against my aching cock, daring me to unzip my pants and take her right there against the car. It's my favourite position, after all, and no one would be able to see Kristy if my back is to them.
But I want to see her - all of her - with her gorgeous face and those tantalizing tits. My mouth waters as I contemplate what I'm about to do.
“Get the keys,” I whisper in her ear.
As soon as she bends over and retrieves them, I take them out of her shaking hands and press the button that opens the car door.
“Wait. She grabs one of my biceps for purchase while she slides her underwear off. “It’ll be easier like this.”
Seeing her standing there with the hot blue lace G-string in her hands and knowing she can't wait to have me inside of her – that she is naked under that dress – makes me want to beat my fists against my chest and roar. It doesn't matter how many women came onto me in the club, all I care about is that it's Kristy out here with me – the object of my fantasies. I feel like I've won the lottery.
I take the panties out of her hand and put them in my back pocket before wrapping my arm around her waist to stop her from climbing into the car first. “Me first.”
She licks her lips as she looks back over her shoulder at me. “Funny, I didn’t have you pegged as the ‘me-first’ kind of guy.”
I run my hand possessively over her stomach before lifting her dress and sliding my hand between her legs again, rubbing her. She moans and immediately spreads her legs wider so I can touch her more easily. She's so slick from her earlier orgasm that I'm damn tempted to fall to my knees and find out how sweet she tastes, but if I do that, I won't last.
“I think I’ve already proved I’m not,” I say as I stroke her. “But if we don’t get in that car, I’m going to explode over the front of my pants instead of inside you.”
“I want you to come inside me,” she moans, moving her hips back and forth as I circle her clit with my thumb. “Please, Logan.”
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
My pulse pounds in my cock in time with my heart pounding in my chest. She protests when I take my hand away, but I can't wait any longer. She turns around, pressing her lips against mine, and runs her hands over my chest. She undoes my buttons and coaxes my tongue back into her mouth, stroking me through my pants. I place my hand over hers, my release on a hair-trigger. From the mischievous glint in her eyes, she knows exactly what she's doing to me. This woman is just a little bit wicked. If I wasn't so turned on, I would love it.
I desperately want to get into the front seat and have her straddle me, but when Kristy swings open the back door and climbs in, I dive in after her, condom already in hand.
The backseat of her tiny car is incredibly cramped, but the desperation to finish what we started makes it my favourite place in the world.
We sit side by side as she goes for my zipper again and I let her. I help push down my boxer briefs to free my throbbing cock.
“You’re big. It’s going to be a tight fit,” she says, stroking the length of me with her hand before smoothing her thumb over the pre-cum that has been leaking from the engorged head of my dick ever since I touched between her legs and felt how ready she was for me.
“I’m okay with that.” I lean over to kiss her.
She climbs on top of me, mouth never leaving mine as she does so. Her head is just shy of touching the ceiling and I wonder how we’re going to make this work, even as she holds my face between her hands and slides her tongue along mine. I nearly jolt out of my skin and through the roof of her car as she moves her hips and I feel her naked wet heat against my very naked dick.
I wrench my mouth from hers before things escalate any further. “Condom,” I remind her. “Unless you want me to last a total of two seconds.”
“We can’t have that,” she says, sounding as frustrated as I feel.
She moves back, grabbing the packet out of my hand and ripping it open before rolling it over me with lightning-fast precision.
Her speed and irritation would have been a little amusing if I wasn’t just as desperate as she clearly is.
She adjusts herself over me and I push her hot dress up her thighs. I twitch and pulse against her entrance before I take her hips firmly in my hands and pull her down onto me. I enter her in one long, wet, torturous glide, eliciting a moan from her as she digs her fingers into my hair.
She's tight—incredibly tight—and I'm reminded it’s probably been a long while since Kristy’s been intimate with anyone. But I don’t want to think about her with anyone else. Nor do I want to contemplate what happened to keep her from doing this for so long; I just want to savour her. Even so, I make myself go slow to avoid hurting her.
Her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly open and meet mine.
“Oh my God, Logan.”
She trembles in my arms before holding onto me for dear life and driving me closer to the edge by rocking her hips back and forth and side to side.
“So good,” she whispers.
I'm not hurting her. She's riding me as though I'm her own personal version of Nirvana. I tilt her mouth down to meet mine again as we rock together, our mouths melding against each other’s as our hands explore the other. This. I can't believe how much I’ve missed this. But God I feel so good right now. Better than good. I feel invincible as I swallow Kristy’s soft moans and gasps. With the ceiling so close to our heads, it's difficult to do more than thrust shallowly, but considering how tight she is – how turned on she has me – this is probably a good thing.
When she breaks our kiss and leans back as far as she can, I slip the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Catching on to what I want, Kristy reaches around and grabs the back of her bra, unfastening it with one hand and then throwing it somewhere in the car. And then there they are. Two perfect orbs with dusky pink nipples.
I don't hesitate to lean forward and take one into my mouth. The moment I suckle her, her tight, slick walls clench down on me.
“Logan,” she cries out as she starts to move even faster.
I can feel her getting even wetter. With every tug and lick of my tongue, she flutters around me. I'm really glad she's close again because I can't stave off my orgasm any longer. It has been building since the moment I touched her, and as soon as she gives in, I'm going to let go too.
“Come for me, Kristy,” I demand, sliding my thumb between us once more so I can push her over the finish line.
The moment she tenses and clings to me, her body sent into overdrive, milking me, I let go of what remains of my control.
My orgasm lasts for what feels like years, and as soon as I come back down, I can't stop kissing her neck and face. “You are so beautiful,” I tell her.
When I give her breast a final tug with my tongue, I'm rewarded with the feel of her body clenching around mine again. God, I hope we aren't done yet. I might have gone two long years without sex, but I felt like an addict who has tasted crack for the first time after rehab. Once isn't going to be enough.
Not even close.
“Come home with me tonight,” I plead.
She studies me intently for a moment, clearly trying to decide whether she should ask me about tonight again and what it means – a question that must eventually be asked and answered – or merely go with it.
Finally, she slumps against me. “I thought we’d decided on my place.”
Relief sweeps through me as I put my arms around her and hug her against me.
“That’s if I can drive, anyway,” she adds.
“You haven’t had anything to drink, have you?”
“No,” she whispers against me. “But my knees are shaking so much right now.”
I laugh softly as I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her deeply. Our kiss starts off gentle and sweet, but it quickly escalates into something so hot and fiery, I'm burning up and craving her all over again. My body is primed for round two, and when I see the desire darken Kristy's eyes, when she starts moving, preparing to elevate us to ecstasy once more, I find myself having to halt her because I'm still wearing the used condom from before.
I tear my lips away from hers. "Get us home, or I won't be able to resist taking you again right here."
“Is that really supposed to motivate me to move?”
I pull her dress straps back up to sit on her shoulders and plant another soft kiss on her lips. “Yes.”
My grin grows wider as she sighs regretfully and starts to get off me. She is perfect. Not that she’d agree. But perfection has nothing to do with flawlessness and everything to do with acceptance. She’d be a lot happier if she didn’t live with so much self-doubt. I can’t give her confidence. That's something only she can do for herself, unfortunately.
After finding a tissue for the used condom, I pull my boxer-briefs and pants back up, then watch Kristy squeeze from the back to the front seat. I really hope I haven’t completely screwed up our friendship tonight. I don't want her to disappear from my life – don’t want to even think of it being a possibility. I like her and care about her as a friend, and I want to be in her life and have her in mine.
I may not be able to offer her much more than friendship, but if she lets me, I’ll happily be her friend – someone who does their best to support and encourage her.
I shield my eyes and groan, attempting to block out the glaring light flooding through my bedroom windows and the persistent knocking that syncs with the pounding in my temples.
A sudden rap-rap-rap on my bedroom window startles me, causing me to sit up and squint.
"Logan, answer the damn door."
Damn it, Kyle. I stumble out of bed, hastily grabbing a t-shirt from the chair and hastily pulling it on. I don't bother with anything else, just throwing on the shirt while still clad in my boxer briefs. If Kyle wants to knock on my door at this ungodly hour on a Sunday morning, he can accept me as he finds me. I shuffle over to the door and swing it open.
"I'm awake, but I'd rather not be," I shout at him through the open window, wincing at the volume of my own voice.
"It's past noon, you slacker!"
Okay, so it's midday, but I didn't get home until six this morning. That's when I left Kristy's bed, and I didn't get much sleep during our time together. We may have taken a break from our activities for an hour and a half, but the rest of the time was a passionate exploration of how amazing sex can be.
My neighbour had to go to work this morning, making me feel guilty for keeping her up. While Kristy won't be battling a hangover like I am, I know she must be sleep-deprived, and I'll make sure she gets some rest tonight. Actually, I need to ensure I get some sleep as well, so I don't doze off while teaching tomorrow. Nevertheless, I'm eager to see her again and be with her once more.
Changing course and heading back to the bedroom, I trip over a box, cursing under my breath, and quickly slip on a pair of shorts in an attempt to be a bit more modest. Opening the door in my underwear is one thing, but greeting him with a salute is quite another.
By the time I return to the door and open it, Kyle is already waiting for me, wearing a glare.
"Adam's really pissed off with you," Kyle says, skipping any pleasantries as he brushes past me and enters the house.
"Damn it," I mutter. I close my eyes, remembering how I yelled at my friend, at both him and Kristy, last night in a fit of jealousy.
"You better make things right with him."
I nod. "Yeah, I will."
"And you better straighten things out with Kristy too. I don't know what the hell is going on between you two, but Jamie, Adam, and I had a discussion this morning, and we decided that no matter what happens between you guys, Kristy remains our friend."
I raise an eyebrow. "You had a discussion?"
Kyle gives a brief nod. "Absolutely."
"So, you'd choose her baking over me?"
Kyle grins. "Who wouldn't? But that's not the only reason we want her around, Jacobs. She's a nice girl, but she works too hard. We want to help her have some fun."
Adrenaline surges through me as I consider the kind of fun they have in mind. Especially Adam.
Seeing the murderous expression on my face, Kyle smirks.
"Do you want to tell me what's happening between you and her?" he asks.
"I wouldn't even know what to tell you at this point."
That's the truth. I have no idea. How can I tell him something I'm not even sure of myself? I need to talk to Kristy today, to clarify where we stand, to see if she'll forgive me for the foolish things I said. And while I'm at it, I'll gauge her interest in a repeat of last night.
I sigh. "I'm going to see Kristy later today and sort it all out."
"Good. We planned to go paintballing this afternoon. Adam was going to drop by the café to ask Kristy if she-"
"No, I'll go," I interject quickly. "I need to talk to her anyway. I'll see if she wants to come along."
Kyle nods. "Alright, I'll inform Adam. But you need to talk to him. He's pretty upset with you right now."
I can't blame him. Adam is a good friend, and he didn't deserve my outburst, even if I did warn him to stay away.
"I'll handle it," I assure him.
"I'll leave you to deal with your hangover then."
"Thanks."
"Paintball is at four. If you show up without Kristy, we'll head to her house and get her ourselves."
"She'll be with me," I practically growl at him.
"Make sure of it." He gives me one final smirk before walking out the door without a backward glance.
Kristy has completely won over my friends. I'm not sure if I should be annoyed to no end or overjoyed.