Page 41 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Fuck,” I groaned, scrambling to place the tiles. “Jazz, I’m… oh my God, I’m…ohh.”

I roared as my cock trembled with release. She pulled back a little, but kept her lips clenched tightly around my crown and jacked me off into her mouth as I exploded. I got the last tiledown and then leaned back in the chair, savoring the final waves of ecstasy.

She pushed my chair back, then slid up between my legs and gave me a salty little kiss. “Let’s see what you played.”

“Enzyme,” I said while she sat in my lap. “No idea how many points.”

“Why not? You couldn’t do the math yourself?” she asked innocently.

“The way you were sucking the life out of me, it’s a miracle I could play any word at all.”

She giggled and counted up the letter values. “You’re four points short. I win!”

“No,” I replied, “I definitely won that exchange.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips back to mine. This woman was insane. I had never met anyone like her before.

Which was why I was dreading telling her my bad news.

15

Jazz

I was a completely different person since buying this house.

In a good way.

I wasn’t a prude or anything before. Ilovedsex. But I was as self-conscious as most millennials, and it was difficult to put myself out there—both sexually and otherwise. I never would have initiated a friends-with-benefits situation with my neighbor, let alone go down on him while we were playing a freaking board game.

But something about Aiden made me want to be adventurous. Maybe it was how casual our situation was. With the pressure of a relationship gone, I could be a little more gutsy without worrying about the consequences. I didn’t have to think about compatibility or long-term values or all the other details that came from a serious relationship.

And in bed, I could ask for what I wanted without over-analyzing if I was being too demanding, which was so much more freeing than I ever expected.

Aiden wasn’t the only good thing about moving in, either. I had never really had any male friends before, but now I was hangingout with both Aiden and Bash several times a week. It was rewarding in a different way than having female friends. Guys were simple. We hung out, ate dinner, and shot the shit. It was all soeasyin a way that female friendships had never been.

All that mattered was game night, and Sunday dinner, and then the mindless drive of our sweaty bodies.

I wondered how long it would last. But for now, it was perfect.

Until Aiden dropped a bomb on me while I was eating lunch on Monday.

Aiden: Hey, there’s something I need to tell you.

Me: Shit. You have a secret family in Baltimore, don’t you?

Aiden: No, but unfortunately this isn’t a joke. I’ve been avoiding telling you.

Me: Uh oh. You’re telling me by text, which feels like a bad sign.

Aiden: I meant to tell you last night but we were having too much fun.

Me: This isn’t funny anymore. Spit it out before my imagination starts thinking up worst-case scenarios.

Aiden: Tomorrow, I’m going out of town for work. I’ll be gone two weeks, then back here for a week, then I’m traveling again after that.

My immediate reaction was annoyance. Why had he waited until now to tell me? He must have known about this trip before yesterday.

But I reminded myself that we weren’t in a relationship. This was casual. He wasn’t obligated to give me his entire schedule.

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