Neighbor Dearest (22 page)

“You said you wanted to feel me inside of you. You mean that?”

“Yes.”

He unzipped his jeans and adjusted my body over him as he positioned the head of his shaft at my opening. I watched his eyes close in ecstasy as he sunk into me slowly. The girth of his cock was seriously a shock. He was so thick. My opening stretched to conform to him until he was fully inside of me.

“Oh…my…fuck…Chelsea. You’re so tight.” He filled me so completely as he moved in and out slowly. “You feel that?”

“Yes.”

He began to fuck me harder. “You feel me now?”

“Fuck. Yes.” I bucked my hips. “I feel you. I feel you.”

“I can’t believe I’m inside of you. Never thought I would get to feel this. You’re so wet for me. It’s so fucking incredible.”

Tears were pouring from my eyes. I thought I knew what good sex was, but this…this was insane. He’d taken control of my body like no one ever had, playing it like an instrument that only he knew how to operate to perfection. I didn’t realize until now that everything I’d always thought was great wasn’t perfect after all.
This.
This felt perfect.

“My dick is drenched. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me.”

Still inside of me, he gently lowered us to the ground and began to fuck me against the hardwood floor. He placed his hand around the back of my head to prevent it from slamming against the wood as he rammed into me.

My hands were wrapped around his muscular ass, palming it as he moved in and out. At one point, Damien reached behind himself and grabbed my hands, pinning them over my head as he fucked me harder. I gladly gave up the control, feeling blissfully powerless—drugged—by this man.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he whispered in my ear. “You are so fucked, Chelsea Jameson, because I’m gonna want to be inside of you all of the time.”

My orgasm caused me to spasm around him. When I screamed out suddenly, I felt his body begin to tremble. “Fuck. Chelsea. Fuck.” His groan echoed throughout the empty space as he rocked against my body and came inside of me. I loved hearing him come. Damien was normally so calm and collected. It pleased me to witness him coming apart and knowing it was my doing.

He stayed inside of me and showered my neck with soft kisses until he eventually pulled out. Resting his mouth on my neck, he whispered against my skin, “I love you.” He placed his index finger on my mouth. “Before you say anything, I want you to know that I don’t use that term lightly. In fact, I’ve never said it to a woman before.”

“You haven’t?”

“No. I vowed never to say those words unless I was sure I meant it.”

His heart beating against my chest was a bittersweet reminder of the fears I’d been trying to keep at bay.

“I love you so much, Damien. I
have
said it to two other people before. And in both instances, I truly thought I meant it. It’s only in retrospect that I realize I have a much greater capacity to love than I ever knew, because nothing has ever compared to how I feel about you. It’s made me question everything that ever came before it.”

He continued to hover over me. “Are you as scared shitless as I am?”

Grabbing onto the back of his neck, I nodded. “Yes. You scare me so fucking much, Damien.”

He kissed me then chuckled. “You scare me more than
The Omen
, Chelsea Jameson.”

“Oh, my God. That’s bad.”

“You really want to do this with me? It’s not gonna be pretty.” His tone turned serious. “It’s gonna be scary at times. I never wanted to have to drag you into my health issue.”

“I promise to be strong for you.”

“You’re gonna be a wreck. Stop lying.”

“You know me too well.”

“We’ll be wrecks together. How about that?”

“It’s a deal.”

Damien flipped me around so that I was lying on top of his chest. He stared into my eyes for a bit before he said, “We have a lot of serious shit to talk about. But not tonight, alright? Tonight, I have better things to do—things of a more urgent nature.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“Like exploring every inch of the tight little body I’ve coveted for months. I’m nowhere near done with you. Plan on spending the night.”

“When are the dogs coming back?”

“I’m picking them up tomorrow.”

“I miss them.”

“Better they’re not around tonight, though. They might think I’m attacking you. I’m pretty sure their allegiance to me is down the toilet when you’re around.” He gripped my ass. “I never asked you, did you have a nice time with your sister…aside from the parts where I fucked it all up?”

“It was fun. It went by really fast.”

“You looked like you were having
a lot
of fun one of those nights.”

“What are you talking about?”

“With your little ginger friend. Your sister tagged you on Facebook.”

At dinner one night, a redheaded castmate of Jade’s named Craig sat next to me and flirted the whole night. We were photographed in a bunch of pictures together. Someone must have posted them.

“Now, you’re using Facebook to spy on me? The dating site wasn’t enough?”

“Not really. It’s not a good tool. You’re never on there unless someone happens to tag you, which is once in a blue moon.”

“I didn’t even know you had a profile.”

He wriggled his brows. “Ah…so you’ve searched for
me,
then.”

“Yes.”

“Who’s the stalker now?”

“Don’t even get me started on stalking, D.H. Hennessey. What’s the H stand for anyway?”

“It’s a secret.”

“You’re good at those.”

“Ouch,” he said, poking me playfully in the rib.

“Are you feeling okay today?”

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me you’re gonna start asking me if I’m feeling okay every single hour…like my mother does.”

“I’ll try not to be annoying about it.”

“I feel great. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”

“Me, neither.”

“So, who
was
the guy hanging all over you?”

“I was hoping you’d drop it.”

“No such luck, baby.”

“His name is Craig. He’s in the show with my sister.”

“I see. Well, he almost made me lose my shit. I was ready to fly across the country.”

I decided to mess with him.

“He had asked me to go out with him. But I was too obsessed with someone else who kept rejecting me to entertain it.”

“That someone else was a real fucking fool.”

“He was, but he had his reasons. He’s a good guy.”

“He’s not that good. He wants to do very bad things to you right now.”

“He can do whatever he wants.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“You’ve already done everything to me in my imagination. It’s been a long year.”

“Fuck. Really? What the fuck have I been doing to you without my even knowing? Is it possible to be jealous of your imaginary self? I want to beat the shit out of him—nasty fucker.”

“He and I…we’ve had a lot of good times.”

“Well, as of today, he’s done.”

I tugged on his hair. “We should probably get up off this floor at some point, huh?”

“I’ll never look at this floor the same.”

“Why don’t I go home and get some things. I didn’t exactly expect to be spending the night here.”

“What did you come here for again?” He laughed.

“I came here to give you a piece of my mind.”

“I got a
piece
of something, alright. It wasn’t your mind.”

***

When I returned to my apartment to grab some clothes, my phone buzzed, indicating I’d received an email. It was a notification from the dating site that I’d received a new message.

It was from Online Damien.

Chelsea,

I’m sorry I stood you up at the Powell Street Starbucks that day.

I’m just writing to let you know that I am cancelling my account after today, so you won’t see me on here anymore.

I had the best sex of my life tonight. It was with my best friend. And it was fucking awesome.

I should have listened to her weeks ago when she asked me to DUCK her.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BATHROOMS AND TREEHOUSES

To say we were making up for lost time was putting it mildly.

Over the next few weeks, Damien and I were inseparable. My insatiable man insisted that I spend every night at his apartment. Much to Dudley and Drewfus’ dismay, they were still banned from the bed now that I was a permanent fixture in it.

Damien and I still hadn’t had any real serious conversations about his heart condition. It remained a constant elephant in the room. I think we just needed to enjoy each other without the stress of thinking about anything else for a while. After all, his worrying about the “what ifs” had kept us apart long enough.

Sex was our distraction. We’d become addicted to it. I’d never had so much sex in my life, and yet I still couldn’t get enough of him. I’d count the minutes at work just to be able to get back to his place where he’d already be fully erect and waiting for me.

Damien and I had also developed an affinity for spontaneous fornication in public places. Maybe it stemmed from our near-miss in the bathroom at Diamondback’s way back when.

We were driving to San Jose one early Saturday afternoon on our way to visit his mother—my first time meeting her—when Damien flashed me a look from the driver’s side—a look I knew all too well.

“I want to fuck that beautiful mouth.” He squeezed my thigh. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you until tonight.”

“You’re gonna have to. I don’t think your mother will appreciate it if we excuse ourselves to sneak into the bedroom for a quickie.”

“I need something before we get there.”

“I could give you highway head.”

He grunted. “I would love that, but no fucking way. You’d have to take off your seatbelt. I’d crash the car. I’d never forgive myself if we got into an accident while you were blowing me unrestrained.” He adjusted himself. “Shit. It’s not even safe for me to drive while
thinking
about you going down on me.”

I rubbed my hand over the erection straining through his jeans. “Don’t think and drive.”

“No. I definitely can’t think about your wet mouth wrapped around my cock when I’m at the wheel. But now that you’ve also touched me, it’s too late.” He suddenly pulled into a rest area with a service station.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m suddenly hungry.”

“For what?” I joked.

“For your ass.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Just a little snack.”

“You don’t do anything
little
, Damien.”

“You go in first. Then, I’ll follow when the cashier isn’t paying attention.”

Making my way past the aisles of chips and candy, I hoped the attendant didn’t notice me enter the single occupancy unisex bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed at my red-faced complexion. A minute later, in my reflection, I could see Damien opening the door behind me. My nipples hardened in anticipation.

With his chest pressed against my back, he immediately began to devour my neck. Placing my hands on the sink for balance, I watched us in the mirror. Damien groaned as he lifted my dress and admired my ass. I loved watching the look of desperation on his face. There was no bigger turn-on than witnessing how much he wanted me.

The buckle of his belt clanked as he undid his pants, letting them fall halfway down his legs. Within seconds, I felt his thick cock pushing inside of me with ease because of how wet I was. All of that talk in the car had really gotten me going.

“Someone was ready,” he teased. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He slowly glided in and out of me.

I nodded silently and pushed my hips back into him. “I’m always ready for you.”

“I fucking love it,” he rasped.

Damien’s eyes were smoldering as he stared at me through the mirror. He cracked a slight smile as he fucked me harder. He loved watching me lose control as much as I loved watching him.

“Look how beautiful you are when I’m inside of you, how pink your cheeks are.” He slapped my ass. “These cheeks, too.”

“I love when you do that.”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded. “I like to watch you looking at me when you come.” Through the mirror, our eyes remained fixed on each other as he continued to pound into me.

When someone knocked on the door, Damien placed his hand over my mouth and yelled, “Just a minute!”

“Shit,” I mouthed.

He whispered in my ear, “Fuck it. Take your time. We’re not leaving until you come. I’ll wait for you.”

Grabbing my hips, he guided me with smooth precision over his cock until I’d completely forgotten that anyone was waiting for us. My muscles pulsated around him. I watched his eyes roll back as his hot cum shot inside of me. I could never get enough of this.

He flipped me around and spoke over my lips, “You slay me, Chelsea.”

“We’d better get out of here.”

I followed Damien out of the bathroom as we did our mini walk of shame back to his truck. All eyes in the store were on us.

It was worth every shred of embarrassment.

***

We pulled up to a small, gray stucco house.

The street Damien grew up on in San Jose’s Willow Glen neighborhood was quiet and residential.

My palms were sweaty as I rubbed them together.

Damien placed his hand on my leg to stop me from bouncing it up and down. “You nervous? Don’t be.”

“I am. Very.”

“She’s gonna love you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because
I
love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’ve already told her a lot about you. So, it’s like she already knows you.”

“How long has she known about me?”

“I used to talk about you to her before we ever got together.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

My heart was racing as we exited the car.

Damien’s mother answered the door with a tiny dog yelping at her feet. She was really even more beautiful than I remembered from the one photo that Damien had shown me. Both Damien and Tyler definitely got their dark looks from her.