Hands gripped my hips, and I was pulled upward until my body was seated on his lap. With his legs folded underneath him, he moved me up and down on his throbbing cock.
The friction, the heat, the rawness was too much. My hands wrapped around him, and I dug my nails into his back, crying out as my body quaked with release. His movements sped up as I continued to orgasm, my body tightening around him like a vise.
“Shit!” he cried out as he slammed into me from below.
Harder, faster, deeper—it was all I felt, and it was divine. My head fell into the crook of his shoulder as I matched each power thrust with enthusiasm. Suddenly, he tensed as a low masculine moan escaped his lips. His arms encircled my waist, and he held me close as he came, long and hard. My fingers wove into his sandy colored hair, and I smiled as he rested his head on my chest.
“Still think cookies are better than orgasms?” he asked.
I felt his lips curl into a grin against my damp skin.
“Cookies suck,” I answered.
“Good answer.”
~Jackson~
I’d been awake for hours, watching the way her skin looked under the moonlight and the rising sun. I’d studied the curve of her hips and the tiny freckle on her right shoulder. My fingers ached to trace the delicate pattern of her tattoo as it disappeared down her back. I’d memorized the exact color of her hair and the way it looked while fanned across her naked chest.
When I’d realized my infatuation with Liv had more to do with attraction and less to do with wanting to duel with my annoying new neighbor, the thought had scared me. It’d shocked me actually.
Falling for a neighbor had many risks. What if it didn’t work? Would one of us have to move? Or would we have to build a giant fence or schedule outside time so that we didn’t have to see each other on a regular basis?
But falling for the neighbor when my child seemed to be doing the same was even riskier. I’d walked into this knowing that it wasn’t just me who could end up hurt and alone.
My son, the most important person in my life, was falling for Liv just as hard as I was. Having never had a mother, the role always fascinated him. He’d spend time at friends’ houses and come home to tell me stories, like how Brian’s mom had baked him a cake or built forts with them in the living room. He never made me feel like I wasn’t enough, but I knew there were certain things I’d never be able to replace.
A mom’s hug just felt different, and no matter how hard I tried, I could never duplicate that.
It was only natural that he’d be curious about the first woman I’d shown genuine interest in.
I’d allowed their relationship to blossom and develop naturally, without interference, hoping that ours would do the same.
As I’d walked into Liv’s bedroom last night, I’d found a woman who was ready to take the next step.
She might still have reservations or need time to come to the same inevitable conclusion I’d already reached, but there was one thing I knew for certain.
Olivia Prescott was mine—forever.
Convincing my free-spirited hippie girl that she was taken for good might be challenging.
I grinned as my fingers wove through her raven hair, thinking of how much fun I was going to have convincing her.
“Good morning,” a sleepy voice said, her eyes peeking up at me.
“Hi.”
“Have you been awake long?”
“Yeah, just watching you sleep.”
“Normally, I would find that creepy, but on you…it’s kind of hot.”
“Everything is hot on me,” I replied with a wink.
“I know,” she purred, rising up onto her knees. The sheet and blanket fell away from her waist, exposing her beautiful tanned skin.
“You’re so damn gorgeous.”
“So are you,” she answered, crawling into my lap to straddle me.
My hands skimmed up her back and down to grip her ass.
She lifted her body, and I positioned myself at her slick entrance just as a cell phone went off.
“Ignore it,” I commanded.
“I can’t. It could be Leah calling about Noah,” she said.
“They have my number.”
“And where is your cell phone?”
I looked around the room to the pile of clothes, and I honestly couldn’t remember whether my phone was in there or not.
“Exactly. It will only be a second. Let me just check who it is.”
She reached over my shoulder and grabbed her phone, giving me a momentary nice view of her breasts before they were pushed against my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of her nipple, causing her to yelp.
The yelp quickly turned into a gasp.
“Liv?” I said, looking up to find her turning white with panic. “Liv, what is it? Who is it?”
She held out the phone. “It’s my dad.”
~Liv~
The phone went silent as I stared down at it, wondering if it had all been a mistake. My sexy time with Jackson now interrupted, I climbed off of him, and instead, I cuddled up next to him. He pulled the covers around us, and his arms enveloped me, making me feel safe and secure even though my heart was racing and my mind was panicked.
“Do you think he meant to call me?”
“You think it was an accident?” he asked.
“Well, it’s been eight years.”
My phone chirped, and I nearly jumped off the bed. Jackson’s warm touch calmed me as I held the phone in front of me once more.
I had one new voice mail.
My heart went into double-time.
“Are you going to listen to it?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, staring blankly at the screen.
I felt his eyes on me, watching and waiting. Pulling my head closer, he kissed my forehead and smoothed down my hair. He cupped my chin, and his gaze met mine.
“I’m going to go take a shower and give you some time to think. I’ll be here if you need me.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
Without asking, he always seemed to know the difference between when I needed him and the times I just needed a bit of space.
Right now was one of those moments when I needed space.
I stared back at the phone while the sound of his footsteps against the wood floor filled the quiet room. The shower kicked on, and I heard the old pipes groan to life.
One new voice mail.
I looked at the words on the screen again, still unable to believe that with a quick press of a button, I would be able to hear my dad’s voice again. I’d heard it over the years on the news and radio as he’d conducted campaign speeches and live interviews, but it never sounded the same. He always sounded so formal and professional. This time, when I heard him, he’d be talking to me.