Princess Next Door

Parking up in the abandoned space, he climbed out of his truck and grabbed a blanket.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“It’s not such a secret. Let’s consider it make out lane.”

“What? You’ve brought me to where a bunch of teenagers get it on?”

“And adults. You’d be surprised how many couples just want to feel like teenagers again. This is a very prime spot.”

She took his hand, pressing her body against his arm. “You want to take me to make out?”

“Yes.”

“Will you bring your guitar? You can sing one of those songs you’ve been writing. I’d love to hear it.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Grabbing his guitar, he took her hand and followed the well-worn path to a small picnic area. The moon high in the sky lit his path, making it easy for him to follow directions.

Once he found the secluded spot he was looking for, he placed the towel on the ground, waiting for Princess to sit before doing the same.

He’d not gone out like this with a woman … ever.

She crossed her legs and pulled from her hair the band that held up those golden locks. “Sing for me, Zane.”

Resting his guitar on his knee, he stared at her. She ran her fingers through her hair, and he was caught once again in the feelings that she kept inspiring inside him.

If he didn’t know any better he was starting to believe she was his muse.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

She smiled. “I have no idea. Where do you see yourself?”

“I don’t know.” He saw her in his future. Everything he imagined always had Princess with him. She belonged to him in a way that he couldn’t even fathom.

Strumming his fingers across the strings of his guitar, he tuned it up, and then began to play. It was a slow song, not something rock and roll.

When he began singing about a woman who’d opened the door, she’d rocked his world, and turned him upside down. It was a song he’d written the day after he first met her. He sang about her fire, her passion, and also how she was trapped within herself, begging to get out, calling to him to be the one to unlock her.

Glancing over at her, he saw the tears in her eyes, and he didn’t stop playing. He spilled all of his love and happiness into the song, every single emotion that she inspired within him, and he did it without guilt.

He didn’t care if she didn’t feel the same, but the truth was, he’d fallen for her faster than anything he could ever recall.

When he brought the song to a close, she leaned in close and placing a hand on his knee, she sank her fingers into his hair and claimed his lips.

Cupping her face, he didn’t let her go, feeling his dick begin to ache as her kiss awakened his arousal. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he loved her moans, and knew he wanted to hear them for the rest of his life.

“I lied,” she said.

“What about?”

“In five years I know where I’ll see myself.”

“Where?”

“I see myself sitting here again, listening to you play.”

Chapter Eight

Zane put the guitar down, and Wynter crawled into his lap. He moved back a little so that he rested against a large stone. Straddling his waist, she kissed from his lips down to his chest. It was still really hot outside, so she tugged off his shirt.

“You’re only going to take advantage of me.”

“You’ll love it,” she said, chuckling.

He didn’t stop her as she trailed her mouth down his chest, stroking her fingers across his many tattoos, and then down to cup his rock-hard dick.

She moved off his lap and released his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the length, she saw in the moonlight that the tip had copious amounts of pre-cum. Licking her lips, she flicked her tongue across it, swallowing him down.

He groaned, and his fingers sank into her hair, wrapping the blonde locks around his fingers. She loved his touch in her hair, and she covered the whole head of his cock with her mouth, sinking it down and swallowing him up. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled off his cock, swirling the head, and then taking him down again.

She hummed as she sucked him. Bobbing her head, she loved the feel of his hand on her head, guiding her, getting her to increase her speed, showing her with his actions exactly what he liked.

He tasted so good, and she didn’t want to stop. Licking the length of his cock, she glanced up at him and saw his gaze on her.

Wynter didn’t want to think of what his friends had said, or the doubt they’d placed. She didn’t know what the future held. Her parents had always been part of her life, but in the past few weeks, she’d not missed them, or their meddling. Seeing Carey, she hadn’t been struck by guilt at not seeking them out.