The Boy Next Door

I thought back to what he had said before, about how drumming was his means of coping. As pissed off as I was at being kept awake before my meeting the next morning, I felt a little flicker of concern go through me. He had been so good about keeping things down since I had told him off the first time; something led me to believe that he wouldn’t have broken that pact if there wasn’t a damned good reason for it.

Still, where did we go from here? I couldn’t sleep if he continued this racket, but something told me he wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t let him work this out of his system somehow.

Maybe he just needed some other sort of outlet? Venting could help a person out, couldn’t it?

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

Jayson’s jaw worked for a moment, like he was grinding the words between his teeth rather than spitting them out. As it turned out, though, he had another idea for an outlet, one that had nothing to do with venting. He pulled me into his apartment and into his arms, kicking the door shut behind me.

I went willingly, letting him push me back against the door, his body pressed against mine, his hands frantic as he kissed me deeply.

There was a part of me that knew I should tell him to stop. What, we ignored one another for a couple of weeks, and now suddenly we were going to have sex again? This wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted with anyone. Besides, I had come over here with the idea that I needed to get some sleep at some point tonight.

But I couldn’t help melting as he continued to kiss me. It was too hot, too passionate, too much for me to want to hold myself back from him. I started to forget the reasons I had had for wanting to deny this in the first place.

Maybe Piper had been right when she said I could have him if I wanted him. Or was it just that I was the only one here now?

In any case, I would take what I got. I wanted this too badly to do otherwise. Besides, I could tell he needed it. His hands yanked my robe open, stroking my breasts, and I kissed him back, leaning into him, letting him have me.

Maybe there was a way we could both sleep that night.

15

Jayson

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I hadn’t started drumming with the intention of getting Leah over there, that was for sure. I mean, there was definitely a part of me that felt guilty. I had known when I picked up my sticks that she was probably sleeping just beyond that wall. I had been worried I might wake her up. I just hadn’t known what else to do. I needed this.

I didn’t even know what this was now, though. I had thought I needed to get all my pent-up frustration and worry out in a good bout of drumming. It had been a long night, and I just needed to forget about it.

But kissing Leah seemed to bring me to an even better place. With her pressed up against the door, her robe open and her body on full display, all rational thought evaporated. My focus narrowed down to her and her pleasure—and my own rapidly increasing desire.

I was glad for the rug I had thrown down in the hall at the insistence of an ex-fling of mine. I had never given the thing that much thought after she bought it for me, but now as I bore Leah down on it, unable to make the steps that would take us to the bed or at least the couch, I wondered vaguely if that was the whole reason Brittney had insisted on the rug.

There had never been anyone who made me feel so desperately needy as Leah did. There had never been anyone I felt like I had to have right then and there on the floor.

That was something I didn’t want to examine right now, though. I didn’t want to think about the consequences of anything. I didn’t want to think about addictions or failures or heartaches or anything else. I just wanted to focus on her.

I kissed Leah until she was breathless, her body arching into each caress, small mewls falling from her lips as I teased my fingers across the damp crotch of her panties. She ran her hands down my body, clinging to my ass and pushing up against me with the same desperate need.

I eased her panties out of the way, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over just yet. I pushed my fingers inside of her, stroking her walls, making her gasp. Already, her pussy was quaking with the force of her pleasure.