Dear Neighbor

by River Laurent

  ‘Look,’ he says, pointing into the trees.

  ‘What?’

  ‘It is the beginning of the rutting season for the red deer. Soon the stag will begin his impressive roaring contest to attract the hinds. In eight months we will see their offspring.’

  We sit on the grass and watch that large stag roar and call to his harem. The sound is earthy and truly impressive and reverberates in the still countryside. As the day breaks he begins to mount them. It is so beautiful. Without this precious act there would be no deer, no human, no swans. I rest my head on Cash’s shoulder. All girls dream of finding their prince. Mine is no longer a dream.

  Last Look Epilogue

  Tori

  5 Years Later

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGorjBVag0I

  In the silence we stand. There is no denying we want each other, an inferno of lust lights our eyes, even the air crackles between us. I smile nervously as Cash begins to walk towards me, all alpha and broodingly sexy. My heart hammers like any of his thousands of adoring screaming female fans. Then his breath is a delicious hot breeze on my neck as he fists my hair and walks me backwards and up against the coldness of the wall.

  I always come to him after he has performed. He’s always the same. So high with adrenaline that it infects me too, and we tear at each other in a wild frenzy. I watch him, my heart beating with the thunder of desire, as the sweat drips off him. Wetness seeps through my panties, and my nipples pebble as his muscular body presses me tighter to the wall.

  He grabs me possessively, rips my dress open, and cups my breasts together. Then his glorious mouth descends and he sucks hard at my nipples, sending crazy sensations coursing through all my nerve ends. I crave him like an addict.

  He flicks his tongue from nipple to nipple, teasing and biting until I’m lost in sensual madness I barely feel his hand move my soaked panties to the side. My head rocks back with pure pleasure as he slips his fingers deep inside me.

  ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,’ he growls.

  ‘I can’t wait anymore,’ I cry. It’s a wild sound.

  He hoists me up and holds my throbbing sex over the tip of his erect shaft, and watches me shudder when our flesh touches before he drives his cock into my depths.

  I grip his broad shoulders and look into eyes full of fiery passion. I feel his strong hot hands clasp my ass cheeks and bury his cock balls deep inside me. I close my eyes and throw my head back in sheer ecstasy. I can hear his heartbeat and the wet sound of our flesh slapping until my head starts swirling. I dig my fingernails into his skin. My body is in the grip of the most intensely deep orgasm.

  'Oh, my God, I'm coming,’ I scream.

  I feel his whole body stiffen and his rhythm increases dramatically.

  'Me too, babe.'

  I'm holding him so tight as I feel his cock jolt inside me and then throb uncontrollably inside my sex, I'm surprised that he can still hold me up let alone continue to pile drive into my grasping channel. But he just slams that cock in and out until every drop of cum has been drained from it. When he's finally finished I lean back and look into his satisfied face.

  'That was fucking awesome, Mr. Hunter.'

  ‘That's what I fucking love about you, Mrs. Hunter.'

  'Yeah, and what's that?'

  ‘You ain't like any of the other girls.'

  I roll my eyes. 'Well you've known enough!'

  'That’s right, baby. I’ve met tens of thousands and not one of them can hold a candle to you.' His tongue traces my neck slowly and sensually. His cock is still inside me, pulsing and throbbing.

  My hand splays on his chest. ‘I want to tell you a secret.’

  ‘Oh yeah?’

  ‘Uh huh.’

  ‘Go on then.’

  I bite my lip. ‘You know that room next to our bedroom that we never use. I think we’ll need it in about … say … nine months’ time.’

  He stares at me incredulously. ‘What? When? How?’

  ‘When, I just answered, how, you know how, and what? I don’t know yet. I hope it’s a boy, though.’ I grin. ‘He can protect his younger sister.’

  He takes a breath so shaky I hear it tremble through his chest. He looks at me with wonderment. ‘We’ll have to buy baby formula,’ he says in a hushed voice.

  I start to laugh. ‘Oh, Cash. I love you so, so, so much.’

  The End

  Note:

  Hey Romance Lover,

  If you are lusting for a bad boy like Cash Hunter, there’s not much we can do, but if you found yourself licking your lips over Cora Bennet’s luscious scones, then here’s the recipe. :) They will be good the day after baking, but are best straight from the oven.

  SCONES

  makes 8 large wedges!

  INGREDIENTS

  • 500g plain flour

  • 65g caster sugar

  • 2 tbsp baking powder

  • 130g cold butter, cut into cubes

  • 420ml double cream, plus a little more for brushing on scones

  • 1 large egg

  METHOD

  Preheat the oven to 200C/gas mark 6.

  Flour a 23cm cake tin and line a baking sheet with baking parchment.

  Sift together the flour, sugar, baking powder and half a teaspoon of salt. Add the butter and rub it in with your fingertips until the mixture is crumbly with little pea-sized bits of flour-coated butter.

  Lightly beat the cream and egg together in a small jug. Make a well in the centre of the flour and gradually add the cream, mixing it in with a butter knife.

  Mix just until everything comes together – don’t over mix. The dough will be quite sticky.

  Put this into the floured cake tin and carefully pat the dough evenly into place. Turn the dough out on to a lightly floured surface and cut the round into eight equal wedges.

  Put these on the baking sheet. Brush with the extra double cream.

  Transfer to the oven and cook for about 30 minutes. The scones should be golden brown. Leave to cool for five minutes then serve warm.

  These are actually still good two days later (well, not quite as good, but they don’t deteriorate the way other scones do – just keep them in an airtight container).

  http://bit.ly/29e9CjD

  PERFECT STRAWBERRY JAM

  Makes 4 x 200ml jars

  INGREDIENTS

  2kg small ripe strawberries

  1.7kg jam sugar

  Juice of 2 lemons

  METHOD

  1. Hull the strawberries and discard any rotten ones. Set aside about 10 of the smallest berries, and then mash the rest up into a rough pulp. Put into a wide, thick-bottomed pan, add the sugar and the lemon juice, and bring to the boil. Add the remaining strawberries to the pan, and put a saucer in the freezer.

  2. Boil the jam for about 15 minutes, stirring regularly checking the setting point every minute or so during the last 5 minutes. To do this, take the cold saucer out of the freezer, put a little jam on it, and put it back in to cool for a minute. If it wrinkles when you push it with your finger, then it's done. Strawberry jam is unlikely to set very solid though, so don't expect the same results as you would with a marmalade.

  3. Take off the heat and skim off the pink scum. Pour into sterilised jars and cover with a disc of waxed paper, seal and store.

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