Neighbor Dearest

“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.”