Accidental Neighbor by Sharon Woods

Chapter 26

Jennifer

Staring at his chest, I now know the meaning of this lion, the late wife… I still don’t know or understand what happened to her, other than she died over a year ago. My heart breaks for this man standing before me.

He is a wounded man in more than one way, and I really hope he is ready for us. I have fallen for him and his girls, and I don't want to be hurt in a game to get over his wife. I want him, and I’ll give him my all.

I really should stop this going any further and ask more hard questions. But I know he isn’t ready for more right now, and I can't get my lips to move to ask them.

Feeling his heart beating hard under my palms as I touch him, my own heart beat is erratic from the passion and pull that is felt whenever we are heated.

There are healed scars on his chest and upper abs. I dust my hands down the middle of his chest and torso to his black pants. He sucks in a sharp breath and I pause. With my fingers, I pop open the button and unzip the fly, moving my hands to the sides of his pants and pushing them over his perfectly muscled ass and letting them fall into a pile on the floor. He stands in his gray briefs and my core clenches at the sight of my now-boyfriend. I smile. My boyfriend.

“What are you smiling at, princess?” he asks.

I slam my lips shut and take a quick glance into his eyes before looking away.

“Nothing,” I mumble. I’m too embarrassed to tell him that I’m giddy over him being my boyfriend, but I guess his intelligent brain doesn’t miss a thing.

“Tell me,” he coaches.

I flush. “It’s embarrassing and stupid,” I huff.

“Nothing is embarrassing. Tell me.” He strokes my hair and I sink into it.

I let out a frustrated groan. “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend or that I have a boyfriend… Told you it was silly and embarrassing.” I slam my eyes shut and shake my head.

“Princess, don’t be embarrassed. I'm happy you're my girlfriend. I didn’t think… I could be happy ever again,” he says sincerely.

Opening my eyes, I stare at his big open eyes. His words have a way of melting me.

His fingers move from my hair to the curve of my waist, and he pecks me gently and slowly before lowering his fingers to my jeans. I shift from side to side to help him tug them down, and in swift perfect form, they are off. Both of us are standing in our briefs and nothing else. The steam in the room is thick, the lust real, and my heart feels like it wants to explode with happiness.

His hands trail along my ass down behind the backs of my thighs, where he unexpectedly lifts me up. I yelp, my hands quickly linking around his neck. He carries me over to his bed and he sets down so I'm sitting down on top of him. He leans forward, licking my nipple and then sucks it into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. My core squeezes and feels heavy and I’m thankful for the panties that are saving the mess. He leans in and kisses a line from one nipple all the way to the other nipple and licks that bud and sucks it into his mouth, then draws out the nipple with a graze of his teeth.

As I shudder from the sensation, he worships my body like no one ever has. He runs his hand along my thighs before pulling back my panties to reach in and touch my core. He groans, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

I bite down hard on my lip; he gets me so hot just by touching me. I can feel his cock hitting my apex, clearly straining in his briefs, the temptation to rub along or seek pleasure from it high. Before I have a chance to move, he slips one finger through my wetness, grazing my sex. I whimper as my walls clench down hard at the intrusion. I lift up a little on my knees for him to gain better access, leaning on his shoulders with my hands for support and resting my forehead against his. We watch his hand move inside my panties. It's extremely sensual. The sound of my arousal should embarrass me, but Thomas makes me feel adored.

The build of pressure in my sex forces my eyes to close. Panting as his fingers move harder and faster, I feel myself climbing higher. I move and groan with each stroke, seeking relief. When my orgasm slams into me suddenly, I come apart on his hand. When I come down from the blissful state, I peel my eyes open and raise my chin to meet his stare. I’m still breathing hard and fast, my pulse erratic, but the smirk on his lips tells me he is not finished with me. Oh, shit. He takes his fingers out so slowly, the movement causes my body to shiver.

After he removes them, he wraps his hands around my waist, and he gently swivels us to lie down with my back on the bed.

I lie still on his pillowy soft bed and stare up at him, his eyes boring into mine as he crawls over my body, hovering over me before claiming my mouth in a hard kiss. Moaning at his onslaught, he takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside, lapping at my tongue. The kiss is broken when he pulls himself away to grab my panties and tug them all the way off. I’m bare, and I shudder, the cool air hitting my warm entrance. Stepping away, he grabs a condom and tears it open, then rolls it on. He lines up his hard dick at my core and with one swift movement, he enters me. Throwing my head back, I moan from the building sensation. He moves in and out in a delicious rhythm. I grab on to his back and run my fingernails across his skin. I'm building up fast again, and he groans in appreciation as my walls begin tightening around him.

I stare up at him, but his eyes are closed as he holds back until I come first, his deep grunts the only telling sign he isn't doing a great job. As I come he joins me, growling loud as he empties deep inside me. His dick stills, and he slowly pulls out of me. When he is out, he looks down, and his face drops in horror. Glancing down I take in the broken condom. Oh, shit.

“I would get pregnant if I wasn’t on the pill.” I laugh, twisting to face him.

His eyes grow wide, and he stands up in a rush. “No, no more kids, ever.”

I frown, sit up too, and watch his stony face, and I wince at his words. What did he just say? I’m in pure disbelief, and my jaw continues to open and close, no words leaving my mouth. No more kids.

I’m at a loss; obviously, I would want my own kids one day. I love Rose and Lily so much, but I would want more and definitely one of my own. Surely he isn’t serious.

“Why?” I mumble under my breath.

Staring down at my hands running along my thighs, I’m not cold but I want the feeling of doing something, a distraction. I wait for his answer; it feels like forever, even if it’s only been a few minutes.

He thrusts his hand through his hair and blows out a breath. “Fuck. Because I have two already… I don’t have enough time; this new job is taking more time than I thought.” He pauses, pushing off the bed and walking to the bathroom, then turning the shower on. I'm sitting on his bed alone, utterly confused. Clearly, there is more to it than that; why can’t he be honest? He is frustrating. I huff and get up and pick up my panties from the floor and pull them back on, then I scoop up my t-shirt and begin to get dressed. When I'm done, I climb into his bed under the covers and wait for him to come back.