Love Thy Neighbor (17 page)

My body becomes lax in his hold, but my head
screams
don’t do it!
I lean my head back, allowing him
better access and he trails kisses up my neck and behind my ear. My
head clears a little and with the best British accent I can summon,
I pat his shoulder and say, “Not tonight, dear.”

Why I thought that would work, I really have
no idea.

Without detaching his skilled mouth from my
neck, Ghost moves my arms from my sides and lifts them to circle
his neck. He wraps me up and pulls me tighter into his hard body. I
feel his arousal through his jeans and instinctively rub my front
against it. Ghost groans then says, “C’mon, pretty girl. At least
give me a birthday kiss.”

What the frick?

Pushing his shoulders back hard, I look up
into his face, my expression stunned. “It’s your birthday?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, replying,
“Yeah, a few days ago.”

I’m so freakin’ pissed. My face scrunches
and I push his shoulder again even harder. I tell him, “You are
such an assface!”

Ghost’s face becomes confused and he asks,
“What did I say?”

Putting my arms in the air, I answer loudly,
“Nothing! That’s the point! You weren’t gonna tell me? Friends tell
each other things like that. I could’ve made you a cake!” I puff
out an annoyed breath, take his hand and drag him upstairs right
past the booth of our friends’ questioning glances, through the
door behind the VIP bar, and all the way down to the conference
room. Once I push him into the dimly lit room, I lock the door,
turn my angry face up to look into his clearly confused face and
tell him, “Happy motherfucking birthday, douchebag.”

Then I slowly pull my arms out of my sleeves
and slide the top of my dress down to my stomach to reveal my bare
breasts. His hooded gaze passes over my body as he sits on the edge
of the conference table. The alcohol I’ve consumed this evening
makes this easier than it would be otherwise. He lifts his face to
mine and crooks a finger at me. And like some invisible string is
attached to that finger, my feet slowly move towards him. When I
reach his knee, I ask, “What is this?”

Ghosts looks into my eyes and shrugs. “Two
people fucking.”

I nod in agreement then smile. “Two
neighbors fucking.”

He smirks. “Two friends fucking.”

My smile turns into a grin. “Just two people
who enjoy fucking.”

Ghost finishes on a chuckle, “And like
saying fuck a lot.”

Oh yeah, this is awesome!

“Okay. I’m good with that.” I agree,
nodding.

Ghost brushes my cheek with his thumb in a
tender gesture. He says softly, “I promised myself if I ever got
you again I’d do it right.”

Oh dear God. The feels!

That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard
him say, and it affects me so much that I have to cover it quick,
or risk him seeing this means something more to me.

Fake laughter bursts out of me and I ask
him, “Wait. You think two orgasms is wrong? I like the monkey sex,
Ash. I like it a lot.”

Ghost stands and runs his hands down my
arms. He lowers his face to mine and speaks against my lips, “No
more talking, pretty girl. I want you.”

Sweet baby Jesus, I want him too. The
moisture seeps from my core, soaking my thong.

What do you expect? The man is a sexual god
and the last time I had sex was over a year ago!

With my brain-to-mouth filter still on the
fritz, I accidentally blurt out, “I missed you.” And as I’m saying
it my brain mentally shouts
STOP!

I immediately feel like a jackass. My face
flushes, my body tenses and I’m mortified. His fingers come under
my chin. He tries to lift my face, but I pull away from his hold.
He says firmly, “Look at me.” He says this in a way that I know it
isn’t a request.

I lift my face but avoid contact with his
eyes. He pulls his arms tight around my waist and sighs. “Let me
tell you a story. One day, right here at the club, I met this girl.
Some crazy-assed girl. She had bright purple-pink hair, gorgeous
green eyes with a rocking curvy body that could make any man hard.
Fucking stunning.” He pauses for effect and I try desperately to
hide my grin behind my hand.

My hair was magenta, actually. But, do go
on…

Catching my grin, the ass smirks. He clears
his throat and continues. “So, as per usual, I’m a fucking ass to
her. That’s not because of her, it’s just who I am. But instead of
running or getting upset, she stares me down like the asshole I am.
And I can only think about one thing.”

He plays with my hair and runs his hands
down my bare back as though he’s finished telling his story.
Clearly going insane from not knowing, I demand, “Well? What was
the one thing?”

Ghost moves his large hands to rest on my
hips and stares at my breasts. Completely ignoring me, he mumbles,
“Fuck. You’ve got great tits, babe.” I open my mouth to hurl some
form of abuse at him when he lowers his face in between my breasts
and nuzzles the sensitive flesh there.

Leaning back, I sigh, running my fingers
through his now-short hair. Against my skin, he admits, “The only
thing I could think about was how that girl was somehow going to
rock my world. And, fuck me, she did. I was sneaking around to get
close to her. Making sure she had no place to sit apart from next
to me so I could listen to her talk. Something about that girl was
calming me. Making life easier for me.” Planting kisses up my chest
to my throat, he nips the skin there and goes on. “Then just when I
think everything’s going well, she stiffs me. Tells me we should
avoid each other. And even though it damn near kills me, I tell her
it’s cool, even though it’s really fucking not. So I spend the next
few months fucking everything with a pulse because I can’t have
that girl.”

My heart squeezes at that last part. I had
no idea he felt that way. I was too selfish to notice.

His kisses a trail up my chin, tracing up my
jaw and back down til he reaches my lips once more. I hold his face
in my hands and smack gentle kisses on his lips while looking into
his eyes. An almost apology. With smiling eyes, he continues. “The
thing is, nothing I did got this girl out of my head. She became an
obsession. My choice of girls got pickier. No redheads. No green
eyes. No curves. No attitude.” He runs his thumb over my bottom
lip. “Definitely no sexy-as-hell, full blowjob lips.” His intense
stare remains focused on my lips and he whispers, “Spent months
thinking about what these lips would taste like. Fucking drove me
crazy.”

I swallow hard.

Holy shitballs, this is intense. Then again
everything with Ghost is intense. With every word he says, my heart
swells a little. I almost have a pulse again. I’m nearly alive
again.

I put my hands on his chest and manage to
find my voice, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shushes me, makes a show of clearing his
throat and continues the story. “Then one night, I think I’ve gone
nuts because there she is, the obsession, at my door. Fuck me. So
beautifully mussed. She’s in these goofy pajamas, her slippers are
actual mouse heads and she’s angry. Real angry. She tells me we’re
neighbors and to please fuck my night’s conquest a little quieter.
As quickly as she came, she’s gone. No way in hell I can get it up
now, so I send the woman home. But all night I think about my
obsession. And knowing she lives next to me, without even having
contact with her, it makes me calmer and lighter. It’s like the
seven months without her were forgotten and I knew I had to do
something to keep her around.”

He kisses me softly once, twice. Then, “Now,
after all that bullshit, I know a few things.” He kisses me again,
his tongue traces my lips. “I know she tastes like cherries and
smells like vanilla. That I can trust her and I do. We’re friends
because we understand each other. She told me once we’re the same
kind. We just
get
each other. She’s the first person I’ve
met who doesn’t want to change me or force me to open up. She just
lets me be. And that’s what I need.”

He grins against my lips. “So, I guess you
could say I missed you too, pretty girl.”

Oh. My. God.

My belly warms. I’m full of feels right
now.

I’m on an information overload. I had no
idea about any of this. He calls me his obsession and I totally get
it. It’s not a creepy thing. I am for him what he is to me. He’s my
sexual perfection and nothing else compares. I want him. He wants
me. And knowing he missed me as much as I missed him is awesome. I
feel like we’re equal. No one has the upper hand here. There’s a
mutual trust we share. He didn’t have to share, but he did because
he trusts me to keep that information safe. And, by thunder, I
will.

My lips still against his, I whisper, “Your
kisses give me a lady boner.”

Puffs of his breath mingle with mine as he
chuckles. I smile.

This is nice.

Feeling braver after listening to his little
story, I step back from him. Running my fingertips down my ribs to
my hips, I lightly grip my dress, then push it past my thighs to
fall onto the floor. I watch as his eyes trace every curve of my
body. Only wearing a little black thong and ankle boots, I take his
hand and pull him to stand. “I want to see you tonight. All of
you.”

His brow furrows and he opens his mouth to
argue but I cut him off with a kiss. I pull back a little and
speak, “I’ve already seen you, Ash. I want it. All or nothing.”

Neither of us says a thing for a few
moments. I allow his silence but decide to make some form of
contact. Knowing I could be making a huge mistake makes my gut
clench. Putting on a brave face, I reach for the hem of his t-shirt
and grip it. I look up and into his eyes for some form of
permission. Wearing a frown, he nods once avoiding my eyes. Relief
courses through my veins and I slowly lift his shirt. My heart
thumps in anger when the first scar appears just below his
bellybutton and it just gets worse with the more I see. They’re all
so jagged and angry looking, puffed but faded. I wonder where they
came from. Masking my emotions, I lift the shirt over his head and
try my hardest to look into his face.

I rest my hands lightly around the base of
his neck and clear my throat. He lifts his lowered face to look up
at me and I smile my most saucy smile. I whisper, “Let’s get it
on.”

His lip tilts up at one corner to form a
crooked, sexy smile.

Oh, yeah baby!

It’s on.

Chapter Thirteen
The beginning of an affair

Ghost’s hands roam all over my body,
caressing my breasts, stomach and ass. I feel wanted and
worshipped. Our mouths connect in a sensual frenzy, licking and
nipping, while I struggle with his belt buckle. I growl into his
mouth and when the buckle finally comes loose, I pull back and
shriek, “Yes!” He chuckles before reconnecting our mouths.

I really like his kisses. They make my
hoo-hah quiver with delight.

I make light work of unbuttoning his jeans
and as soon as I have access, I slide my hand down his belly and
into his jeans, knowing full well he’s going commando. Smiling
against his mouth when I reach his cock, I can barely wrap my small
hand around its width, but I manage. I slowly stroke him up and
down. He gasps, pulls his face away from mine and shouts, “Fuck
me!” as he closes his eyes and raises his head heavenward. Using my
thumb, I trace the head of his shaft, using his pre-come as
lubrication as I stroke him. I feel his shudder as he thrusts up
into my hold.

On a groan, he straightens and pulls himself
free from my hands. And I pout like a child who had her candy taken
away. He redeems himself almost immediately when he lowers my thong
to the floor, pushes me to sit on the edge of the conference table,
lifts my boot covered foot to his shoulder and lowers his face to
swipe his tongue along my wet folds.

I gasp. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Don’t stop,
Ash!”

And he doesn’t. He eats me like I’m
thanksgiving dinner.

My stomach clenches and my eyes roll back in
pleasure. The wet warmth of his tongue against me is almost more
than I can handle. I find it hard to catch my breath, huffing,
puffing and moaning. It’s never been like this with anyone before.
He’s eating me like I’m his last meal. I think this is going to be
some sort of record. He flattens his tongue and laves my opening,
then works his way up to suck my clit into his mouth. He suckles me
gently and the tingles start in my middle, making my core contract
tight as a bow. I moan long before I yell out, “Holy shit, I’m
gonna come!”

Still eating me like he’s getting paid for
it, Asher’s groan vibrates against my pussy.

And that is that, my friends.

Overcome by ecstasy, my legs shake, my core
jolts once, twice before fireworks explode behind my eyelids and my
pussy pulsates hard in one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever
had. Still pulsing, Ghost pushes his tongue in and out of me, and
like gasoline to a flame, it fuels a second orgasm.

The gates have opened at bliss central!

If he doesn’t stop this, I’m going to pass
out from pleasure overload.

I grip the back of his head with both hands
and whimper. He groans and pushes his face deeper into me as my
body shakes and I grind against his face, riding it out as I come
lighter the second time round.

Moments pass and my hands become lax on
Ghost’s head. Smiling in a complete blissful daze, I pet him like a
kitten. He gently wipes his mouth on my thigh and stands. And I
really can’t help myself, with his chest right in my face I stare
wide eyed and wonder what it used to look like.

Maybe it was a car wreck? There are definite
burn marks on him as well as lacerations. I just can’t place the
scene in my head. What could cause destruction like this?