The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell 5)

For a goodnight kiss? she thought hopefully, perking up at the idea even as she continued struggling to catch her breath. She stood up, hoping that she didn’t look too eager. As he walked her to his door and then across the hall, she couldn’t help but wonder how long she could stretch out this kiss.

Not very long it would seem.

He walked her to her door, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Before she could respond or throw herself at him, he was wishing her a goodnight and walking away, leaving her standing there, frustrated beyond belief and contemplating killing the bastard for leaving her this way.

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“Shit!” he hissed as he lowered himself into the ice-cold tub.

He was a fucking moron. That was the only explanation that he could come up with that would explain why he was freezing his balls off instead of across the hall burying himself between his neighbor’s beautiful short legs.

She’d felt so good beneath him and pressing up against him as he’d explored her surprisingly talented mouth. He’d almost lost himself in that kiss and given in to every fantasy that he’d had about her, but somehow he’d found the willpower to slow down and pull back. He had a game plan and he was going to stick to it. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to make sure that she forgot what an asshole he was. He wanted……

He wanted what his cousins had, he realized with a groan. He wanted Jodi to look at him the way that his cousins’ wives looked at them. He wanted someone waiting for him when he came home at the end of the day, someone to hold in his arms at night to fight off memories that were better left forgotten, and he wanted that someone to be his Tinkerbelle.

As tempted as he was to go back across the hall and finish what they’d started, he knew better. This wasn’t just sex for him. He was sick and tired of watching his cousins and his old friends from high school getting married, raising families and finding some semblance of peace in their lives. He wanted that more than anything, needed it more than his next breath and would do anything to get it.

“Fuck it!” he snapped when the cold water only heightened his need for her.

He hit the drain as he stood up and stepped out of the bath. As soon as his foot touched the bathmat his hand was wrapped around his aching cock. He closed his eyes, picturing his hands running over Jodi’s curves. God, she was so fucking beautiful. He imagined how good it would feel to have her sitting on top of him, impaling herself on his cock. He licked his lips just thinking about how wet her pussy would be when he finally slid inside her.

He’d run his hands over her thighs and up to her breasts, cupping them and molding them to his hands. Her large nipples would tighten, becoming hard points that he could tease between his fingers. He would trace her hard nipples with his fingertips as he watched her slowly ride him.

As his hand moved over his cock, pausing at the tip to squeeze it, he wondered if she would blush as she enjoyed his cock, if she would lick her lips, moan or slide her fingers between her legs and tease her clit with her fingertips while he watched. Just thinking about her riding his cock while she fingered herself had him licking his lips and his fist moving over his cock faster.

He wanted to fuck her so badly that his balls actually hurt. He pictured her pulling herself off his cock and climbing up his body until her wet pussy was right above his-

“Jodi,” he groaned long and loud as his balls pulled up tight and his cock stiffened past the point of pain. His cock continued to swell until finally his release took over. He licked his lips, wishing that it was her wet slit as he came. The pleasure was immense, better than he could ever remember, but as he gasped for air and his hand slowed on his cock he realized that it wasn’t enough.

His hand was a poor substitution for the real thing, but for now it would have to do. He wasn’t going to fuck this up by letting his cock call the shots. He was going to take things slowly with Jodi, making sure that she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Only then would he give in and take her, but for now, he was going to stick with his game plan.

Chapter 19

“Wake up,” a deep, sexy voice that she vaguely recognized said, drawing her away from her dream just as things were getting good, adding to her frustration.

She cracked one eye open to see who it was only to promptly close it and say, “Get out.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but we’re not leaving until we have a talk,” Trevor’s cousin, Jason said.

“Out,” she grumbled, hugging the throw pillow as she turned over and snuggled beneath her blanket, determined to return to the dream where Danny was making all her fantasies come true.

“Let’s go, Jodi. Rise and shine,” Trevor said as her comfy blanket was suddenly yanked away from her.

She blindly reached for it, managing to grab it only to end up getting dragged off the couch. She landed on the floor with an ooof. She opened her eyes to find Trevor and Jason standing over her, casually sipping their coffee as they regarded her with twin expressions of amusement.

“Now that you’re up, we can have ourselves a little chat,” Trevor said, sitting on the couch that she’d been happily sleeping on less than a minute ago.

Sighing, she stood up and brushed off her clothes and said, “Get out.”

With that, she headed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later her teeth and hair were brushed, her face was washed, she’d relieved herself and she was positive that her unwanted guests had shown themselves to the door.

“Ready for that talk now, princess?” Trevor asked as she opened her bathroom door.

“No, so get out,” she said around a yawn as she headed to her kitchen. She didn’t have to look back to know that she was being followed by two very large annoying men.

While she pointedly ignored them and started making coffee for herself, the only thing that would save them from a brutal death, they sat at the table and sipped their coffee. Accepting the fact that they weren’t leaving anytime soon and used to dealing with men hanging out in her apartment, she pulled out all the ingredients to make pancakes and set to work.

“We want to know what your intentions towards our cousin are,” Jason announced, taking a sip of coffee as he watched her work.

She stopped mid-whisk and looked up to find both men staring at her intently. “You can’t be serious.”

“Very,” Trevor said evenly.

Jason nodded firmly in agreement.

“You do realize that I’ve only been on one date with him, don’t you?” she asked as she turned on her electric griddle and dropped a spoonful of butter on the surface.