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Story: Ache For Her
Chapter Two
Delilah
Wow. What a hottie for a neighbor. I guessed I’d have to drag out my running gear and make sure I got outside more often. Damn, but he was dreamy.
I set my sunglasses down on the table in the foyer. Ronnie, Mr. Buzzkill, stood just inside the door. I’d have to talk to Gramps again about getting some extra space. The bodyguards were always up my ass. Though, sometimes I didn’t mind it. It depended on what we were doing.
A smile tugged at my lips as I walked into the living room. I found Gramps in there, lounging while watching an old Western movie. “Hi, Grandpa.” I leaned over and gave him a kiss. His unshaven face tickled my nose.
He started and turned as if he wasn’t expecting me to walk in on him. “Oh, Lilah. How was the movies?”
I cocked my head to the side. I swear the old man never listened to me. “I went out dancing tonight, Gramps. You know that.”
“Oh, right,” he said, already turned toward the TV again. He’d really started to lose his hair over the last couple of years. He had more of a dome now than any real hairstyle. “Glad you had fun,” he said.
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek again and ventured upstairs. His age had taken a toll on him lately. He had a hard time hearing, listening, and preferred to stay to himself. I made sure to stop in and say hi at least several times a day, but he was always so distracted with one thing or the other. It made me nervous that someone I’d always believed to be so ageless might be having problems.
I dropped my purse just inside my room and then kicked the door shut. I had a huge room on the second floor. It was practically a suite. Grandpa had put it in for me after I finished high school. I had my own attached bath, makeup area, walk-in closet, the works. It was pretty much every woman’s dream, especially the fact that Grandpa made sure I had everything I wanted, which meant fully stocked closets and drawers of makeup I’d only used once.
I drifted toward the window and looked down, telling myself I wasn’t looking for the hottie next door. Looking both ways down the sidewalk, there was no one to be seen. I sighed, but a smile immediately pulled my lips apart. Nothing exciting ever happened at the house. Grandpa had this place locked up tight. In fact, Ronnie was probably down there right now filling him in about our handsome new neighbor. Gramps always wanted to know everything that was going on, and I wasn’t exaggerating—everything. His guards gave him a play-by-play of my activities every day. I didn’t really mind it. I’d grown up that way, so I didn’t really know any different. And besides, he was doing it for my own safety.
Throwing myself down on the bed, I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. The club had been lame tonight. There was hardly anyone there. I asked my friends to join me, but they all begged off because they had to work in the morning. It must be so inconvenient to have to wake up early for a job. It was for me. I’d stayed and had a few drinks, but nothing caught my attention, so I decided to go home. Maybe take a bath or something.
I bit my lip as I thought about Simon. He had the most appealing gray eyes I’d ever seen, almost silvery in the moonlight. So dark and mysterious, too. Who met their new neighbors at night? Then again, I didn’t think he’d planned it that way. He was just out for a stroll and happened upon me.
I conjured up the image of Simon in my head, wondering what kind of guy he was. I always fell for the wrong ones. Easy to do when my grandfather led the life he did. I wasn’t supposed to even go for those guys, but who didn’t love a little forbidden romance?
A smile teased my lips as I thought about it. Going behind Gramp’s back with one of his guys was fun. Exhilarating, even. No matter how many times he threatened them not to go after me, it didn’t matter. One look from me was all it took.
Maybe this Simon guy would be the same. He seemed older though. Older could be good. More experience… That was always a plus. A lot of times when I snuck around with the guys around here, they were only good for just one night. They weren’t the type I’d stick around for. Unfortunately, that was Ronnie’s problem now. One night and he thought he owned me. Little did he know all I had to do was let it slip what we’d done, and Gramps would have him fired in a heartbeat.
I rolled to my side and pushed the pillow underneath me. Closing my eyes, all I saw was Simon on the other side. His perfect hair, that cocky smile. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Maybe it was time to broaden my horizons and look elsewhere for a little fun. A tryst with a neighbor sounded juicy. Especially with those bicep muscles I saw peeking out from his sleeves. And those chest muscles. God damn. A girl could dream.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Simon was definitely the kind of guy you thought about when you wanted to pleasure yourself. All dark and handsome. That hint of mysteriousness, and that cocky glare like he knew he was as good looking as he was.
Heat pooled between my legs. I fumbled for the vibrator in my drawer next to the bed, still picturing Simon. Though now, he had his shirt off and he was staring at me as if the only thing he wanted to do was eat me up. I gripped what I’d been searching for, took it out, and pulled my underwear down with my other hand.
Shit. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. I turned on the vibrator, felt it pulsing in my hand as I moved it between my legs. As soon as it hit my flesh, I cried out. “Fuck yes.”
Simon was between my legs now, his tongue darting out, caressing my clit. I worked the vibrator up higher. Holy shit.
With my other hand, I reached out and pulled my shirt up, taking my bra with it. I rubbed my nipple between my fingers. They were hard, waiting for Simon’s hand to worship them. They’d have to deal with mine though. At least, until I figured out a way to seduce him.
I rubbed harder and harder while the vibrator did its thing. Damn, this felt too fucking good. I heard Simon growl. In my head, I saw his eyes glow that silvery color. “Fuck yes, give it to me.”
Now, I pictured him thrusting inside me, holding onto my headboard for leverage as he gave me every thick inch he had. Fuck, I hoped the actual sex was this good. My body built and built, the vibrator teasing in the most glorious way. I tensed when I felt it coming. “Oh, Simon, yes,” I cried.
Another growl sounded.
So close. So, so close.
A hand clenched mine and ripped it away from my legs. My eyes flew open, and I stared into the gray eyes of the very person I’d been picturing. My body pulsed, my orgasm coming, but not as scream-worthy as it had been heading. It died as a scream worked its way up my throat. I didn’t care how hot he was, what the fuck was he doing in my bedroom? And watching me touch myself?
His hand came down on my mouth, stopping the scream. He pulled my other hand away from my breast and pinned it to the bed. “You’re thinking of me?” he growled.
His eyes swam with evil. Shadows overcame his face as he stared down at my body. I screamed, kicking out at him. For a brief second, his hand came off mine and I made a startled cry before he was on top of me again.
“But isn’t this what you wanted?” Simon asked, his eyes warning danger. Between us, his cock grew, pitching a tent in his jeans. I looked around the room. There was nothing to defend myself with and no one here besides us. How the hell had this happened? This was supposed to be the safest place for me.
Delilah
Wow. What a hottie for a neighbor. I guessed I’d have to drag out my running gear and make sure I got outside more often. Damn, but he was dreamy.
I set my sunglasses down on the table in the foyer. Ronnie, Mr. Buzzkill, stood just inside the door. I’d have to talk to Gramps again about getting some extra space. The bodyguards were always up my ass. Though, sometimes I didn’t mind it. It depended on what we were doing.
A smile tugged at my lips as I walked into the living room. I found Gramps in there, lounging while watching an old Western movie. “Hi, Grandpa.” I leaned over and gave him a kiss. His unshaven face tickled my nose.
He started and turned as if he wasn’t expecting me to walk in on him. “Oh, Lilah. How was the movies?”
I cocked my head to the side. I swear the old man never listened to me. “I went out dancing tonight, Gramps. You know that.”
“Oh, right,” he said, already turned toward the TV again. He’d really started to lose his hair over the last couple of years. He had more of a dome now than any real hairstyle. “Glad you had fun,” he said.
I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek again and ventured upstairs. His age had taken a toll on him lately. He had a hard time hearing, listening, and preferred to stay to himself. I made sure to stop in and say hi at least several times a day, but he was always so distracted with one thing or the other. It made me nervous that someone I’d always believed to be so ageless might be having problems.
I dropped my purse just inside my room and then kicked the door shut. I had a huge room on the second floor. It was practically a suite. Grandpa had put it in for me after I finished high school. I had my own attached bath, makeup area, walk-in closet, the works. It was pretty much every woman’s dream, especially the fact that Grandpa made sure I had everything I wanted, which meant fully stocked closets and drawers of makeup I’d only used once.
I drifted toward the window and looked down, telling myself I wasn’t looking for the hottie next door. Looking both ways down the sidewalk, there was no one to be seen. I sighed, but a smile immediately pulled my lips apart. Nothing exciting ever happened at the house. Grandpa had this place locked up tight. In fact, Ronnie was probably down there right now filling him in about our handsome new neighbor. Gramps always wanted to know everything that was going on, and I wasn’t exaggerating—everything. His guards gave him a play-by-play of my activities every day. I didn’t really mind it. I’d grown up that way, so I didn’t really know any different. And besides, he was doing it for my own safety.
Throwing myself down on the bed, I stared up at my bedroom ceiling. The club had been lame tonight. There was hardly anyone there. I asked my friends to join me, but they all begged off because they had to work in the morning. It must be so inconvenient to have to wake up early for a job. It was for me. I’d stayed and had a few drinks, but nothing caught my attention, so I decided to go home. Maybe take a bath or something.
I bit my lip as I thought about Simon. He had the most appealing gray eyes I’d ever seen, almost silvery in the moonlight. So dark and mysterious, too. Who met their new neighbors at night? Then again, I didn’t think he’d planned it that way. He was just out for a stroll and happened upon me.
I conjured up the image of Simon in my head, wondering what kind of guy he was. I always fell for the wrong ones. Easy to do when my grandfather led the life he did. I wasn’t supposed to even go for those guys, but who didn’t love a little forbidden romance?
A smile teased my lips as I thought about it. Going behind Gramp’s back with one of his guys was fun. Exhilarating, even. No matter how many times he threatened them not to go after me, it didn’t matter. One look from me was all it took.
Maybe this Simon guy would be the same. He seemed older though. Older could be good. More experience… That was always a plus. A lot of times when I snuck around with the guys around here, they were only good for just one night. They weren’t the type I’d stick around for. Unfortunately, that was Ronnie’s problem now. One night and he thought he owned me. Little did he know all I had to do was let it slip what we’d done, and Gramps would have him fired in a heartbeat.
I rolled to my side and pushed the pillow underneath me. Closing my eyes, all I saw was Simon on the other side. His perfect hair, that cocky smile. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Maybe it was time to broaden my horizons and look elsewhere for a little fun. A tryst with a neighbor sounded juicy. Especially with those bicep muscles I saw peeking out from his sleeves. And those chest muscles. God damn. A girl could dream.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Simon was definitely the kind of guy you thought about when you wanted to pleasure yourself. All dark and handsome. That hint of mysteriousness, and that cocky glare like he knew he was as good looking as he was.
Heat pooled between my legs. I fumbled for the vibrator in my drawer next to the bed, still picturing Simon. Though now, he had his shirt off and he was staring at me as if the only thing he wanted to do was eat me up. I gripped what I’d been searching for, took it out, and pulled my underwear down with my other hand.
Shit. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. I turned on the vibrator, felt it pulsing in my hand as I moved it between my legs. As soon as it hit my flesh, I cried out. “Fuck yes.”
Simon was between my legs now, his tongue darting out, caressing my clit. I worked the vibrator up higher. Holy shit.
With my other hand, I reached out and pulled my shirt up, taking my bra with it. I rubbed my nipple between my fingers. They were hard, waiting for Simon’s hand to worship them. They’d have to deal with mine though. At least, until I figured out a way to seduce him.
I rubbed harder and harder while the vibrator did its thing. Damn, this felt too fucking good. I heard Simon growl. In my head, I saw his eyes glow that silvery color. “Fuck yes, give it to me.”
Now, I pictured him thrusting inside me, holding onto my headboard for leverage as he gave me every thick inch he had. Fuck, I hoped the actual sex was this good. My body built and built, the vibrator teasing in the most glorious way. I tensed when I felt it coming. “Oh, Simon, yes,” I cried.
Another growl sounded.
So close. So, so close.
A hand clenched mine and ripped it away from my legs. My eyes flew open, and I stared into the gray eyes of the very person I’d been picturing. My body pulsed, my orgasm coming, but not as scream-worthy as it had been heading. It died as a scream worked its way up my throat. I didn’t care how hot he was, what the fuck was he doing in my bedroom? And watching me touch myself?
His hand came down on my mouth, stopping the scream. He pulled my other hand away from my breast and pinned it to the bed. “You’re thinking of me?” he growled.
His eyes swam with evil. Shadows overcame his face as he stared down at my body. I screamed, kicking out at him. For a brief second, his hand came off mine and I made a startled cry before he was on top of me again.
“But isn’t this what you wanted?” Simon asked, his eyes warning danger. Between us, his cock grew, pitching a tent in his jeans. I looked around the room. There was nothing to defend myself with and no one here besides us. How the hell had this happened? This was supposed to be the safest place for me.