Page 33 of Don't Fall For Your Grumpy Neighbor

“That picture was taken a week after we opened the brewery. We celebrated,” he says, smiling at the memory.

“Looks like a good time.”

He nods, focusing his attention back on me. “It was.” He reaches over and rests his hand on my knee and I feel like I could melt into a puddle. “What did you want to discuss?”

Suddenly I remember I’m not here to get a glimpse into his life. I’m here to talk about responsible recycling.

I pull my notepad away from my chest and chew my bottom lip again. “So, I was giving thought to your offer and I think we need to discuss some things.”

His eyes twinkle with mischief as he moves closer. “I don’t need a list of what you like, Felicity. I’ll discover them the fun way.”

My head spins with thoughts of exactly how he’ll discover them, but I close my eyes and sigh. “No.” I snap my eyes open and lock my eyes with his. “This isn’t about feelings, this is about you helping me get relief when I desperately need it. In order for that to happen, we need to remember this isn’t about feelings and a connection.”

His demeanor changes and the grumpy face I’m used to appears. “Rules? You want sex rules?”

I nod. “Yes, exactly. No kissing, no eye contact, and no oral play. This is more of a get-in and get-out type of thing.”

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he says, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“This isn’t about romance, Shepherd. You said yourself, meaningless sex like the first time.”

Honestly, it hurts saying it as much as it hurt hearing it. I thought it meant something, but I was wrong. This is why I need these rules. I was fooled once into believing being with him could be more, I need to protect my heart from that happening again.

“Yeah, fine. I said I’d help you and if you need these rules in place for that to happen, whatever.”

“Great,” I say, standing up. “So, I guess I’ll see you around.”

He grabs my hand, stopping me as he stands from the couch. The way his eyes darken as he stares at me has my body burning with need.

“Let’s not be coy here, Felicity. You didn’t just come over to go over the rules. You came over because you’re horny.” He steps close to me, causing my heart to hammer in my chest. “Let me help you.”

My body is not my own and I have no control over the way it reacts to Shepherd. I move closer and he wraps his arms around my waist. I swallow down the nerves and wrap my arms around his neck as I search his eyes.

“Help me, Shepherd,” I whisper.

His eyes turn feral as he reaches down and pulls my shirt over my head. Next to go are my jeans and I’m standing before him in just my bra and panties. He takes his time letting his eyes take in every part of me and it feels too intimate.

I grab his chin and force his eyes on mine. “Hey, too intimate. Get your clothes off and bend me over the couch.”

He smirks and that mischief is back on his face as he steps out of my hold. He quickly pulls off his shirt and I suck in a breath. It’s not that I forgot what his incredible body looked like, I’ve fantasized about it a million times, but seeing it again, has my panties wet. He keeps his eyes on what he’s doing and I appreciate him for following my rules. Especially because right now I’m not. I’m taking in his body even more than he was taking in mine.

When he steps out of his jeans and I see his hard cock pressing against his boxers I have to suppress a moan. I need this so badly.

“Get your bra and panties off,” he demands in a deep voice.

I don’t argue and as I take off mine, he steps out of his boxers. I step closer and run my hands on his solid chest and he pulls me against him.

I glance up, breathing heavily. “Please, Shepherd, help me,” I beg, feeling more needy than I ever have.

He reaches down and runs his fingers through my wetness as he gently bites on my neck. “You’re so wet. That’s fucking hot.” Between his sexy voice and solid body pressed against me, I could explode. A moan escapes and he growls biting down on my shoulder. “You want me to fuck you while you’re bent over the couch?” he asks, turning me and pushing on my upper back. I grab onto the back of the couch and he positions himself behind me. “Oh, fuck, wait, I need a condom.”

“No, don’t go. I’m already pregnant and I’m clean, I swear,” I say, surprising myself.

He grabs my hair and leans over my body, kissing my shoulder. “I’m clean too.” He kisses a path from my shoulder to my ear and he nips it. “Is kissing your body allowed?” he whispers.

My body is a burning inferno and when he says things like that, it’s overwhelming. “Yes, God, yes. Please, Shepherd.”

I never beg. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t beg for anything in life, especially sex. But if he doesn’t push inside me soon, I’m going to scream.

---