Rock Hard Neighbor : A Single Dad Next Door Romance

by Rye Hart

  And I needed to understand that, no matter how much him leaving hurt.

  CHAPTER 10

  Brian

  I rolled over and woke up to the smell of Amanda still tucked away in my beard. It was an intoxicating smell. One I’d lost myself in yesterday. I laid there and closed my eyes, remembering the smooth movements her body made. She had practically begged for me. Her body had trembled underneath my fingertips. It had been years since I’d felt that powerful. The way she came against my lips not once, but twice, swelled me with a pride I hadn’t allowed myself to enjoy in almost a decade.

  Ever since I’d first gotten married.

  A knock at the cabin door pulled me from my thoughts. My feet hit the floor as I pulled a shirt on over my head. Lanie was still sleeping, and I was thankful for that because if Lanie’s father was at my front door again, I was going to beat the shit out of him.

  But instead, I opened the door and found Amanda.

  She was standing there in a sexy little number. Tight jeans, ballet flats, and a sweater that was hanging off her shoulder. Her hair was tossed up into a bun and earrings dangled from her ears, and her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold morning mountain air.

  “I brought cinnamon rolls,” she said.

  I looked down at the pan of piping hot rolls and grinned. The looked delicious and I knew the sugary smell would wake Lanie up soon. I stepped to the side and allowed her to come in, my eyes studying the sway of her hips.

  I didn’t even think she was trying to be seductive; she just naturally was.

  “Where do you want me to put them?” she asked.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I said, motioning toward the counter.

  “It’s not a problem, really. I figured after what you told me yesterday, you could use a break from making breakfast.”

  Her eyes fell on mine, and I could feel the tension growing between us.

  “Would you like me to get us some milk with these?” she asked.

  “I can get that,” I said. “You stay put.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I hear Lanie stirring.”

  “Cimmamom?” Lanie asked.

  “Lanie?” Amanda asked.

  I watched as Lanie’s face lit up as she came around the corner. My niece threw herself at Amanda, wrapping her small little arms around her neck. The smile that grew on Amanda’s cheeks warmed my gut. The way she cradled Lanie in her arms, delicately but protectively, struck a chord deep in my soul.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Amanda said. “How did you sleep?”

  “Good. You want cimmamom?” Lanie asked, pronouncing it only as her three-year-old self could.

  “I most certainly do. Would you like a cinnamon roll?”

  “Two!” Lanie said.

  “Two cinnamon rolls? I don’t know, we might want to ask Uncle Brian,” Amanda said.

  “Pleeeeeeease?” Lanie asked.

  “You can have one to start, and if you want another afterward you can have it,” I said.

  “Yes! Sit by me, Amana.”

  I watched the girls sit at the table as I poured Lanie a glass of milk. I started coffee brewing for both Amanda and me, knowing I sure as hell could use it. I put a plate in front of both Amanda and Lanie, then I watched as my niece quickly grabbed a cinnamon roll and shoved it into her mouth.

  “Brian?” Amanda said.

  “Yeah?” I asked.

  “Could I bother you for a fork and a knife?”

  Furrowing my brow, I pulled out the silverware Amanda asked for. I handed it to her across the table, watching her as the scent of coffee filled the room. She speared a cinnamon roll and put it on her plate, then proceeded to cut it up with her knife. I watched her curiously as she took bites of it with her fork, her lips wrapping around the silverware effortlessly.

  I could feel all the blood rushing to my cock at the sight of it.

  “Do you eat everything with a fork and a knife?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Just a habit from my childhood,” she said. “My grandmother was a stickler for manners.”

  “Ah. Old school.”

  “You have no idea,” she said, giggling.

  Her laughter was nice, and I felt a lightness spread through my chest at the sound of it.

  “Do you like hiking?” I asked as I poured us coffee.

  “I do. I hiked around here all the time as a kid.”

  “Would you want to come with Lanie and I on a hike, then? We could use a familiar perspective.”

  “Well, I haven’t hiked around here in years, but I’d still love to go,” she said.

  “Yay! Hike!” Lanie said. “Amana come, too!”

  “Yes, I am,” Amanda said, smiling. “Are you excited?”

  I slid her mug of coffee to her across the table before I sat down.

  “I like bugs,” Lanie declared happily.

  “Bugs? You like bugs? I don’t like bugs, but I do like coming across creeks and rivers,” Amanda said. “What about you, Brian?”

  The girls were focused on me as my coffee cup paused in mid-air.

  “I enjoy how nature clears my head,” I said.

  “. You should like bugs,” Lanie said.

  Amanda snickered and tried to bite back her laughter as Lanie grabbed for another cinnamon roll.

  The three of us ate most of the cinnamon rolls before we left for our hike. Lanie kept running out in front of us, and Amanda was chasing her down. I watched the two of them interact before Lanie got tired. So I lifted her up and put her on my shoulders.

  The hike was beautiful. The sun was streaming through the trees, casting shadows and small rainbows on the foliage underneath our feet. Animals darted in and out of our path. Squirrels and does with their fawns, scampered across the tail. A buck crossed our path with a massive rack of horns and Lanie about came out of her skin. I watched as Amanda’s eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings with a gigantic smile on her face.

  I could tell her memories were pulling her back into a time when she was younger. A time when life was easier, and she felt freer than now.

  “I got lost back here once,” Amanda said.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yep. My grandmother had to come find me. She was so angry with me,” she said, giggling.

  “Did you ever come back out here after that?”

  “All the time. But I only ever got lost that once. I learned how to navigate these woods very well as a child.”

  “I take it everything looks familiar?” I asked.

  “The one thing you learn about the woods, Brian, is that they never look the same way twice. But, some features always stand out. Like the brook trickling water up the way to our left a little bit. Or that old abandoned treehouse we passed not too long ago.”

  “Was it your treehouse?” I asked.

  “I wish,” she said. “If you keep hiking three more miles straight, there’s another house. It’s been abandoned for a long time now, but there were boys there once. They built the treehouse.”

  “What happened to them?” I asked.

  “Eh, families grow up and get bigger. Having three boys requires a lot of space. They moved, and the house never sold.”

  I enjoyed listening to her stories. She talked about her childhood as if it was still happening. We weaved in and out of the trees, and she told me every story of every rock she ever came across. She told me about the first time she ever climbed a tree to the top. She showed me the first tree she ever fell out of. She described the view from the top of the tree as she looked over the whole of the mountain she lived on.

  “It was the first time I was aware of something greater than myself. I ran all the way back to my grandmother’s and tried to draw the picture for her,” Amanda said.

  “Let me guess. That was what hooked you on art.”

  “Most definitely,” she said, smiling.

  The hike was a success. We walked around for so long that we bypassed lunch altogether. When w
e finally made it back to the cabin, Lanie was ready to eat the kitchen table. I pulled out the soup Amanda brought us a few days ago and warmed it up, and we all ate together in a comfortable silence. It was easy and familiar.

  I never thought I’d ever experience that feeling again.

  “You okay there, sweetheart?” Amanda asked.

  I looked over at Lanie, who was about to nod off into her bowl of soup.

  “Lanie?” she asked. “You ready to go to bed?”

  “No,” Lanie said as her head snapped up. “More soup?”

  “I think it’s time for bed,” I said.

  “Soup,” Lanie said, whining.

  “I’ll let you skip a bath if you lay down to sleep,” I said.

  Lanie relented easily as I pulled her out of her chair. Her little head laid itself on my shoulder as I walked her back into her room. I took a few wet wipes and wiped her down before I got her dressed in her pajamas. Then, I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

  “Uncle Bwian?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I like Amana,” she said.

  “I’m glad you do.”

  “Do you like Amana?”

  “I think she’s a nice girl,” I said, afraid to admit to any more than that.

  “Okay.”

  I gave Lanie one last kiss before I turned on her night light, then I closed her door as she slowly slipped into her slumber. I turned around, and Amanda was standing at the other end of the hallway, her arms dangling at her sides. That damn sweater was pouring off her shoulder, exposing skin my teeth were ready to mark. I could feel my fingers jumping as my eyes scanned her body, taking in every dip and curve I’d neglected yesterday.

  I strode towards her, and she wrapped herself around me. Our lips crashed together in a flood of desire that pooled in my gut. Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her off her feet and carried her back into my room.

  Tonight, this woman was going to be mine. I’d deal with my feelings about it in the morning.

  CHAPTER 11

  Amanda

  My back was pressed into the door as Brian closed it behind us. His hands were steady against my skin, creeping up my stomach as he lifted my shirt from my body. The cool cabin air hit my skin and ran goosebumps all over me. But the moment his lips descended onto my chest I felt warmth pooling between my legs.

  His hands unclasped my bra, and it dropped to the floor. His lips wrapped around my nipples, languidly licking them. His beard felt coarse against my skin as the calluses on his hands raked down my sides.

  He made quick work of my pants, and soon I was naked in front of him.

  Picking me up into his strong arms, he carried me over to his bed. His lips kissed any part of me he could find, and I bit back a moan as he lowered me to his bed. I fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his strong muscles as I leaned up and kissed his chiseled chest.

  And when I looked back up into his eyes, I was met with a lust-tainted stare.

  He crawled up onto the bed as I laid back. My legs were spread for him and my hands were planted against his chest. His lips encompassed mine again, our tongues dancing like electricity surging through the power lines of the mountain we lived on. I could smell his musky scent as I tilted my head off to the side and deepened the kiss.

  He covered my naked body with his strength, and I wrapped my legs around him. I undulated into his jeans, coating the fabric with the arousal dripping from between my legs. I could feel his cock rising behind his zipper, pushing painfully against the layer that separated us as my lips swelled underneath his assault. His tongue teased the inside of my mouth.

  Then suddenly, he departed from me. He stood up in the middle of the darkness of his room as his eyes scanned me. I was on display for him as he palmed the wet spot I’d created on his jeans. I wanted him naked in front of me. I longed to wrap my lips around his swollen cock.

  I wanted to give him the pleasure he had already given me.

  Slowly, he began to remove his jeans. He slid them down his rippling legs, and I could see veins bulging around his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pushed them down his as well. His cock was finally free, angry with heat and dripping with desire. I felt my eyes widen at its sight. He was huge.

  I had no idea if he would fit, but my body was aching to try.

  Then, he moved at a lightning pace. His hands grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass toward the edge of the bed. He threw my legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with my entrance, the head of his cock swiping up and down my slit. He was coating himself in me, teasing my clit with the head of his throbbing dick.

  It was almost more than I could bear.

  He grinned down at me with a luscious fury before he slipped the head of his cock into my pussy.

  I arched my back at the intrusion. My pussy was so tight, and he was so big. He inched his way in, rendering me speechless as he groaned in frustration. My legs shook on his shoulders, and my hands wrapped themselves up in his sheets. He stretched my walls more than I’d ever felt, and my pussy was crying out for sweet mercy. I was trembling as he sunk to the hilt, our hips connecting as my chest panted for air.

  My jaw was quivering as I opened my eyes and looked at him.

  He didn’t say a word, but he also didn’t move. I shifted a bit and adjusted myself, trying to find the best angle for my body. I could feel his cock throbbing against my walls. Every move I made struck something within me that shot fire down my spine. It pulled moans from my throat as I tried to get comfortable.

  “Let me try,” Brian said.

  Our eyes connected as he slipped one of my legs off his shoulder. He bent my leg to my chest, then threaded his arm around my lower back. He tilted my pelvis toward him and a rush of relief barreled through my system.

  I raised my hand to cup his bearded cheek before I kissed his lips.

  He pulled his thick cock from between my legs and slowly inched it back in. It left me breathless and spinning as I clung to his back. He repeated his movements, allowing my body to adjust to him. To stretch to his needs so my pussy could milk him dry.

  Then, as our lips connected again, he slammed his cock into me.

  I moaned into his lips as he did it again. My tits jumped with each thrust as his shaft ran acroos my clit. Fire and ice flooded my veins as I bit down onto his lower lip, pulling a growl from him that sped up his movements. He was pounding into me, shifting the entire bed underneath my body.

  I clung to him as he thrust into me. His face was planted into my neck, and his teeth were nibbling on my skin. His beard was tickling my shoulder, and his cock was filling me until I couldn’t take anymore. Whimpers fell from my lips as my voice caught in my throat. Everything around me was spinning as his teeth ran over my pulse point. I felt him bite into my shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he ground his hips deeply into mine.

  The friction against my clit sent me over the edge, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I moaned his name.

  “Brian. Shit, Brian. Please. Don’t stop. Keep going. Uh.”

  My teeth latched onto his earlobe as his hips began to stutter. His hands planted on the bed as he rolled his hips deeper into my body. My leg fell from his shoulder, and I wrapped my thighs around him, drawing him deeper into me as the head of his cock slid further inside.

  My jaw unhinged in silent delight as electricity rattled my brain.

  “Amanda. You have… no idea… so good…”

  His tongue licked my shoulder as he thrust into me one last time. I felt his cock swell before it exploded, pumping his arousal deep into my body. He stilled on top of me, his cock shooting threads of cum into my pussy until it came pouring from between my legs. I was shivering as he collapsed on top of me, his muscles blanketing me like a safety mechanism as we both tried to catch our breath.

  Then, as if cradling a child, he slowly lifted me from the bed and carried me to the bathroom.

  “We should get cleaned up,” he
said.

  CHAPTER 12

  Brian

  I stretched and groaned, my body rousing from its deep slumber. I felt something warm and soft pressed against my body, and I instinctively tightened my grip around it. I opened my eyes and saw a mass of black hair lying on the pillow next to me, and that was when the events of last night came barreling back to the forefront of my mind. I drew in a deep breath of the sex-tainted air and grinned, pulling Amanda even closer to my body.

  It was nice, waking up to a warm, soft woman.

  It had been years since I’d laid with anyone. Not since my divorce. My ex and I had had issues from the very beginning; Issues I thought commitment and marriage would fix. But all she was after was my money, and she walked away with everything she could. The house. The cars. Half my bank account and thousands of dollars’ worth of alimony for half the time we were fucking married. She drained me, emotionally and monetarily, and it pushed me away from everyone.

  I had trust issues after her. I questioned everyone I came into contact with. My business suffered because of it, so I appointed someone to take over in my absence. I governed my business from afar and moved to the mountains to rid that bitch from my system.

  I still had trust issues to this day. It was why I never went into town. It took mounds of vetting to hire Tanya to help take care of Lanie when she came to stay with me. But with Amanda, it was different. I instinctively felt I could trust her. Not only that, I felt like I wanted to trust her. Like I wanted to open up to her. There was something about her that tugged at a part of me that had been dead for so long.

  I wanted to trust her. I wanted to tell her everything. About my business. About my divorce. About my shitty childhood being shifted from one foster home to the next, with only my sister and the clothes on my back. Every time we moved, I left more and more of myself in the past. That was where I had met my ex.

  She had been my rock as I jumped from home to home, and then she shattered my world the day she left.

  “Morning.”

  Amanda’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I looked down at her and smiled.