Page 91 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

I shimmy down the mattress, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to my chin.

He laughs, and his fingers brush against the guitar strings.

That soft melody from before fills the room, and my eyes grow heavy quickly. It’s so soothing, I might actually fall back asleep.

Then, I hear it.

It’s soft. Quiet.

Beautiful.

I’ve complained about Dean’s impromptu concerts on his balcony before, but truthfully, I love them.

I don’t know how many nights I’ve sat in my living room with the windows open, listening to him play.

He doesn’t sing often, but when he does, I stop whatever I’m doing and listen.

His voice isn’t perfect. It’s not like he has a crazy, untapped talent he’s been hiding and will one day become some mega-superstar.

But it’s good enough that it draws you in, makes you pay attention.

The chords fade and so does his voice, and I roll back over, peeking up at him.

“What song was that?”

“Night Movesby Bob Seger. One of my favorites. It’s about fucking.”

He winks at me, and I blush.

He continues to pluck the strings, and an ache begins to form between my thighs as I remember how his fingers felt on me…in me…last night.

I’ve never had sex three times in one night. Hell, I can’t remember a time I had it more than once before. Other guys I’ve been with have always been a one-and-done kind of thing, and most of the time they didn’t even care if I got off.

Not Dean.

He was attentive.Veryattentive.

I felt adored. Sexy. In capable hands. He made me feel like he’d never get enough of me.

I already know if I’m not careful, I could get used to feeling like that.

When I push back up to a sitting position, he turns to me.

“Can I ask you something?” he says.

“In a minute.”

I grab his guitar from his hands and set it on the floor next to the bed. I replace it with me.

I slip onto his lap and his hands automatically find my hips, fitting me against him like I belong there.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing you.”

I drop my lips to his and do just that.

He kisses me back, quickly taking control of the situation and sweeping his tongue along my lips. I open for him, letting him explore my mouth as I rock my hips against him, trying to find the friction I’m craving so much.

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