Page 60 of Bad Boy Neighbor

“Oh.” She sighs, her voice becoming softer as the night falls and the moonlight shines into the small room. “Olly?”

“Yes, Gabs.” I smile, admiring her affectionate name-calling.

“Maybe you might need those noise-canceling headphones.”

Holy shit. Did she just say what I think she said? Every part of me wants to break this wall between us. Instead, I hold back, restraining myself.

“Let me listen to you, Gabriella,” I murmur. “I promise, I won’t touch you. Not unless you ask me to.”

I lay back, listening intently as the blanket shuffles and the soft moans whimper from beside me. I reach down in my shorts—my dick is hard as fuck from the moment I laid in this bed. Pacing myself, my strokes are short yet begin to increase as her moans become a string of pleasurable profanities, her climax just about to hit.

I could climb on top of her, thrust myself inside her, and finally claim what I’ve been desperate to have from the moment I laid eyes on her at the bar. But if I want to keep her, stay on her good terms, and not lose her, I need to respect her space. She at least has given me this.

Her moans become almost pleas, and with every stroke, I mirror hers until she lets out a high-pitched breath, the sound alone causing my body to shudder and explode all over my hands and shorts. The darkness is illuminated by shining stars, bursting at the seams as the orgasmic rush ripples like waves.

Holy fucking shit.

My breathing stutters, the tingling sensation still palpitating through my body even minutes later. I ache to touch her, kiss her goodnight, and slide myself inside her to satisfy my body’s cravings.

As our breaths even out amongst our unspoken words, I hear the shuffle of the blanket one more time.

“Olly?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Goodnight.”

A smile widens on my face as I lay in the dark. “Goodnight, Gabriella.”

The torture of being second in her so-called ‘life’ is something I cannot live with. In her words, I’m selfish, arrogant, and won’t settle for second-best.

I have to make her all mine.

I have no other choice.

Because I’m in love with her.

Seventeen

Gabriella

Everything inside of me is coming apart.

The reality of being on a road trip to home is bringing back all the unwanted fears as we drive closer to Colorado. My head is like a ticking time bomb—numbers flashing in bright red, reminding me time is of the essence. Or else, boom—all over. I have bursts of memory lapses, all partly due to Oliver and his distracting persona. I crave these lapses. They relieve me from the constant pressure which becomes unbearable.

Then last night happened.

With a man who was never supposed to be in the equation.

Inside that bedroom, I don’t know what came over me. That whole Bianca call threw me into a tailspin. For all I know, he is still seeing her because he has a life back home, a life I know nothing about because he purposely keeps it from me.

But he promised me nothing is going on.

And I choose to believe him.

Lying there beside him, knowing how much he’s wanting to take it further but respected my boundaries, makes me crave him even more.

Oliver understands me, and I don’t have to play the good girl around him. He knows me better than anyone else, a realization which terrifies me.

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