Lover Boy

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  Her eyes drop to the floor. “Please. Don’t apologize.” She pulls nervously on the edge of her shirt.

  “No, let me say this.” I put a hand out appeasingly. “I was having a really bad night…”

  She looks me straight in the eyes as she inches closer, seemingly undeterred by what I’m saying to her. She lays her hands on my biceps and my chest goes taut.

  Forcing the words through my tightening throat, I continue. “…and you showed up…”

  She presses her lips to my jaw and fire roars across my skin. I keep rambling on.

  “…and I just was feeling so many…things…”

  “Uh-huh,” she mutters as her lips travel down my throat.

  “…and the way you looked at me…”

  My brain begins to go fuzzy as her fingers crawl under the short sleeves of my shirt and up over my trapezoids. “Sure…” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and nibbles just a little.

  My knees wobble. “Reese, what are you doing?”

  She tips her head back to look up into my eyes. “Stop apologizing to me,” she whispers, “because then I’ll feel obligated to apologize to you. And I’m not sorry. Not one little bit. I wanted everything that happened last night. I’ve wanted it since the first time that I saw you.”

  I close my eyes against the onslaught of arousal pulsing through me. “Reese…” I groan as she traps my lip between her teeth again.

  She bites me tenderly. “I really, really, really want last night to happen again, Leo.” She sounds breathless, her face is flushed.

  My heart pounds. This is so wrong. So wrong. I’m betraying Charlie’s trust. Desecrating his little sister. I’m a fucking bastard.

  “Reese, please…”

  She’s still not listening to me. “I want it. Again. I want you, Leo…”

  I wish she’d stop saying those things. I wish I could just walk away.

  But I needed her last night. I needed to hear her moaning my name. I needed to feel her pussy sucking on my cock. I needed to touch her on the inside and watch her beautiful face as she came because of it. It was selfish.

  And I need her again.

  Her eyes shine up at me. So eager. So willing. My mind scrambles to find excuses. Maybe I’m grieving. Maybe I’m depressed about the end of my marriage. Maybe that’s why I can’t get enough of her. Maybe that’s why I want her so bad. Maybe this is a healthy attraction…

  Maybe not.

  Fuck it.

  I lean down and take her lips, groaning with relief as her taste invades my tongue. I’ve been dreaming about this all day. I kiss her hard.

  She fists my shirt, walking backward toward the stairs. Brent shifts on the couch as we approach and Reese’s shoulders hunch all the way up to her ears. She purses her lips with a mischievous glint on her features. She presses her pointer to her mouth, telling me to be quiet. Stifling a giggle, she spins around and pulls me up the stairs.

  Chapter 21

  Leo

  I pin her luscious hips to the mattress and bare down, grinding into her pussy with rough, unyielding thrusts. She arches her spine, offering her beautiful tits up to me, and I can’t help but lean down and suck one tight nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.

  She whispers my name and her fingernails claw at my arms as pleasure engulfs her whole being. “Leo…”

  “Yeah, Cupcake Girl. Say it again.”

  I’m addicted to the way she moans my name. I could listen to it all day.

  Her walls constrict around me, rippling and throbbing as she sings my name like a mantra. “Leo, yes…Leo, so good.”

  She’s such a good girl. My cock gets harder.

  I dip my head, catching her mouth with mine. Shit—this feels good! Grinning into the kiss, I press my lids shut, blocking off everything but the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her tongue.

  Her arms tighten around my neck and she brings me closer. “Oh god, I’m about to come,” she whispers as I bury my face at her collarbone.

  Her sexy little body is tightening, her muscles are tensing up. I ram my shaft into that tight pussy and circle her clit with my thumb. My own orgasm is building. I feel it racing up my limbs, heating the marrow in my bones.

  I’m groaning now, my lips pressed against her throat. “Come for me, Reese. I want to feel you come on my dick.” I run my tongue up her neck and she starts to shake. Her moan vibrates in her chest. I pull back to watch her beautiful face as she falls apart beneath me.

  And now my cock is spasming in her cunt. My body tingles all over and my mind goes blank. Those big, chocolate eyes are looking at me, witnessing it as I lose all control. My muscles go lax and I sag when the orgasm rocks its way through my being.

  She lifts up just enough to kiss me. Her lips press hard against mine. It accentuates everything that I’m already feeling. It’s so good. Too good. I drop down on the bed beside her, but I’m still kissing her, drawing it out.

  When I’ve completely exhausted my air supply, I pull back. Her eyes open at the same time as mine. We look at each other. We smile.

  “Leo…”

  I trail my finger over her bottom lip. “That was fucking crazy…” I mutter.

  She grins even wider. “It was…”

  We lie there in silence, just long enough to regain all of our senses. I feel myself getting comfortable. I’m not allowed to do that. Even if I weren’t emotionally compromised by my divorce, she’s Charlie’s sister. This is wrong.

  I sit up and swing my feet over the side of the mattress. “I need to get Brenton home.”

  Reese nods, making a valiant effort to hide her disappointment. “I know…”

  Sliding out of bed, I get dressed as she finger-combs her hair and pulls on her robe. She limps down the stairs behind me and I silently pray that I didn’t fracture any of her bones or puncture any vital organs tonight.

  Leaning against the wall at the foot of the stairs, she smiles as she watches me inch toward the couch. With gentle movements, I scoop my son up and pad quietly through the dark house. Reese slides the back door open for me to step outside.

  I turn and give her one last look. A little grin plays on her face in the half-light and the way her eyes twinkle is almost magic. Fuck, I wish I could make this moment last just a little bit longer.

  Brent squirms a little in my arms and presses his cheek to my shirt. I’ve got to go.

  I resist the urge to push Reese’s disheveled hair out of her face and brush my lips over hers. “Good night,” I mouth without making a sound.

  I hear her whisper back as I take long strides across the back lawn. “Good night.

  Chapter 22

  Reese

  “Daddy—look what Reese showeded me today!” Brenton shrieks excitedly as he holds up the paper canes that he and I worked on right before dinner.

  Leo looks down at them and corrects his son. “Showed, Brenton. It’s showed, not showeded.” He and I glance briefly at each other and exchange a smile.

  In that quick eye contact, Leo’s expression tells me everything I need to know.

  He feels it, too.

  That throbbing tension pulsing between us, that hankering need for more—it’s not one-sided. He feels it, too.

  Brenton gives his father an impatient look and speaks with annoyance. “Okay, okay.”

  Sensing the disappointment in his kid’s reaction, Leo’s eyes go soft. He squats down on the back porch so he’s at eye level with Brent and gently cups the little hand where the tiny paper cranes lay. “Well, this is cool.”

  The child’s face lights right back up. “It is. Isn’t it?”

  “Y’know what?” Leo says.

  “What?”

  “I’d bet that these cranes know how to swim!”

  “Really?!” Brenton’s eyes bulge.

  Leo assures him with a nod. “Sure.”

  The little boy looks up to me for confirmation. I bob my head and smile.

  “Wow! That’s so cool!”
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br />   Leo stands to his full height and now he’s towering above both me and Brenton. “How about we go home and fill the bathtub and watch them swim around a little before bed?”

  “Yay!” the boy screams before tearing off in the direction of the house next door.

  Leo and I share another smile, but this time, it’s too hard to look away. God—I want to kiss him. If I were a braver woman, I would. But I just stand there, watching him as he watches me.

  I trap the corner of my lip between my teeth to keep from blurting out how much I want him, how much I’m craving the feeling of his body crushing mine into my mattress. A gasp spurts out of my chest when he reaches up and presses his thumb right beneath my mouth, causing my lower lip to pop free.

  “Don’t hide that sexy mouth from me,” he whispers and brushes his thumb over my wet lip. I shiver at the mere touch. I’m aching for those hands all over me.

  He’s struggling, too. His expression tells me how much he wants me. His eyes close as he cups my cheek in his hand and leans toward me. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me. Please, let him kiss me.

  “Daddy!” Brenton’s voice rings out, startling us both. Leo’s head snaps in the direction of his back porch. “Hurry up!” the child whines.

  Guilt slips over Leo’s features, sharpening the disappointment in my own chest. He tucks a wayward tuft of hair behind my ear and takes a step back. “Good night, Reese,” he says hoarsely as he backs away.

  This night is anything but good. I clean the kitchen and watch a bit of TV before going upstairs. Sleep doesn’t come at all when I climb into bed. After tossing and turning for a long while, I step up to my window and look at the back porch next door.

  I’m not the only insomniac on the block.

  Propelled by lust and false courage, I throw on a sweater and some sneakers and trek across the lawn with my heart in my throat. Leo is sitting on the bottom step again. That cigarette is perched in the corner of his lip and a small plastic cup is in his hand. He looks at me as I approach and the intensity in his eyes causes a tremor to zip down my spine. But nothing will deter me now.

  The wood creaks as I take a seat next to him on the shaky stair. We sit together and a long silence stretches between us. I can feel his body pulsing in the thick night air.

  This attraction is mutual. We had sex and it wasn’t a fluke. It wasn’t something we did to get it out of our systems. If anything, the lust is growing stronger with each smoldering gaze we share, with each fleeting touch.

  As we sit together, the tension becomes overwhelming and we both know that the inevitable is about to happen.

  Leo sighs heavily and drops his half-burnt cigarette into his drink. He leans back onto his elbows and I can feel his stare on the side of my face.

  He reaches up and brushes my hair over my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin. His body shifts and slowly, he closes the space between us.

  His nose hovers at the curve of my neck. I feel his breath on me even though we’re not touching. I’m shivering with arousal, I’m silently screaming for him to take whatever he wants.

  So turned on, I breathe out his name. “Leo…”

  It hangs in the air for a beat.

  “I’m a bad decision for you, Reese.” His voice is low and ominous and hot against my flesh. I can smell the whiskey, the cigarettes, the lust. It’s driving me crazy. “I’m not the kind of man you need.”

  I turn my head and our eyes collide with a thousand pounds of force. His fingers trail up the vertebrae at the back of my neck and get lost in the hair at my nape.

  “You’re sweet. So innocent.” My eyes are riveted to his plump, wet lips as he speaks. I can’t look away. “I’ve barely got my head above water.”

  “I don’t care,” I hear myself whisper. I lean in and steal his lips. A sound of relief spills out of me when his soft mouth presses against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair and I pull him closer, greedy for my fill of him.

  His hand falls to my thigh and trails up higher and higher, closer and closer. “I want you so much,” he groans. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “I want you, too,” I sigh against his mouth.

  He touches his fingers to the hot and needy space between my thighs, over the thin lycra of my leggings. He cradles my pussy through my clothes and pulls his face back just enough to look at me. “I can give you what you need here,” he whispers, stroking my core. And then his fingers flit up my chest over my heart. “But here?” He closes his eyes for a brief moment. “I can’t…”

  I’m not listening. I don’t care about his excuses. I just want him inside of me. My every thought, my every breath revolves around that need.

  His voice strains in the darkness. “I don’t want to hurt you, Reese. I can’t be your boyfriend.”

  Boyfriend. He says the word with such raw contempt. Like he disdains everything it represents.

  “We don’t need a title. We don’t need to be together. We can just be…lovers.”

  He shifts back and lifts a brow. “Lovers?”

  I speak more confidently now, channeling my inner small town Carrie Bradshaw. “Yes…Lovers.”

  “Have you ever had a lover before?” He’s not taking me seriously. The sudden amusement in his voice makes me feel like a little girl playing dress-up in her mommy’s heels and pearls. I’m not a little girl. I want him to see me as a woman. A grown woman. An adventurous woman.

  “I have a long list of ex-lovers,” I say assuredly with a rather aggressive nod.

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  His eyes canvass my face for an instant. He squints, hinting at the possibility that he may be convinced.

  I smirk. Good—he doesn’t seem to realize that I’m just pulling Taylor Swift lyrics out of my ass.

  Oh, the lengths a girl goes to when she’s horny for the angsty, off-limits single dad next-door.

  As he brings his lips closer, wearing a smirk of his own, my heart rate is an escalating drumbeat. “And here I was worried that I was corrupting you.”

  “Not one bit.” I smile and my eyes flicker. I’m dizzy off of his proximity.

  “Not one bit…” he echoes. “You’re skilled and experienced.” I glance down at his crotch and—how do I say this?—he’s bursting at the seams with enthusiasm.

  “Uh-huh,” I groan as his lips invade mine. His sweet, smoky whiskey taste raids my senses and his warmth overruns my limbs. The kiss makes my head light and I hold the lapels of his shirt to keep from evaporating completely.

  He teases me, biting along the flesh just beneath my collarbone. He growls. “Shit—I’m not sure I have the qualifications to handle a woman like you.”

  I laugh softly. “Don’t worry. I provide on-the-job training.”

  His big palm cups my breast and kneads the meaty globe. I mewl. “Lucky me,” he says, squeezing my pointed nipple through the fabric. “So you’ll teach me a thing or two, lover?”

  “Count on it.”

  His arms rope around my waist and he draws me in like a lasso. Now, I’m in his lap, straddling him, my legs braced around his thighs. His head tilted back, he sighs up into my mouth and our tongues tangle together.

  I feel his fingers move beneath the fabric of my sweater and smooth over my skin. “You realize that if we do this, it’s just sex. No hand-holding. No sleepovers. No whispering sweet nothings in the dark. I can’t fall in love with you.” His palms sweep electricity up and down my ribs. The hard length of his cock presses up beneath me and I can’t help myself—I grind my core along it, desperate for its friction pistoning through my hungry channel.

  My words float out on a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against me. “I understand.”

  He drops his head to my chest and growls. I hear his hunger in the low, rumbling sound. He’s still hesitating. He’s a good guy. He wants to do the right thing. Despite what he thinks, there’s nothing wrong with him and me finding escape in each other’s bodies.

  I
hear myself begging. “Say yes, Leo.”

  On a heavy sigh, he looks up at me. He searches my eyes in the half-light and after a long moment of consideration, he breathes, “Yes.”

  Victory dances at my nerve endings and I bite back a smile. His hand slips beneath my ass and he rises, taking me with him, carrying me like I weigh no more than a feather. My mind buzzes as frantically as my body does. I’m primed and ready to plunge into his bed, to feel him moving inside of me.

  Carefully, he opens the door and carries me through the dark house as I suck at his earlobe, his neck and his jaw like a nymphomaniac. He growls low and menacingly as he dodges around boxes, carrying me up the stairs and past Brenton’s closed bedroom.

  When we get to his room, he shuts the door softly and tosses me onto the bed. My pulse kicks up when he reaches behind him and I hear the click of the door lock. I imagine all the things he’s about to do to me and excitement flurries through my stomach. I’m scared that I’m not woman enough to handle it.

  I sort of overstated my qualifications earlier.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have talked such a big game, maybe I shouldn’t have bragged about all that experience I supposedly have. Still, I’m too damn horny to let something as logical as fear hold me back. With a wide grin on my face, I slither into the center of the mattress as he rips his t-shirt over his head.

  I lie there and stare, completely mesmerized by the undulation of his beautifully-honed muscles as he undresses. He’s so virile, chiseled and downright spectacular. His body is a fine piece of architecture, designed by the genetic deity to inspire lusty and very inappropriate fantasies in sexually repressed members of the population such as myself.

  And he’s far less patient than I am. “Take off your clothes,” he orders me.

  A shiver slides through me at the rawness of his voice. Our eyes stay locked as I peel my sweater from my shoulders before dragging my tights down my legs. I’m so damn nervous.

  His gaze is predatory as he lowers himself to his knees on the floor and wraps his fingers around my ankles. I yelp when he drags my body right to the edge of the bed so that my ass is hanging off. Kneeling on the carpet, he plants my feet on his shoulders.