Page 41 of The Neighbor's Son

Lucky for her, I’m going to fuck her until my dick falls off.

Casey

Brayden is a cuddler and I am so here for it. He also plays with my boobs in his sleep. And he is always ready to go when I push my ass against his cock. This morning, I am deliciously sore and completely spent.

Maybe I can tell Clara I don’t need to walk anymore since I’m getting a full-on whole-body workout each night now.

I stifle a giggle. Brayden’s grip on my breast tightens. I’m tempted to get him aroused again, but I know he’s tired. We both are. Lying here with him without a care in the world makes me insanely happy.

When was the last time I felt deliriously giddy?

I’m disappointed to realize maybe back in college years ago when partying with my sorority sisters.

What about with Derek?

As if he knows my thoughts are wandering, Brayden’s cock thickens against me. I’m not sure if I can go again, but I’ll try. His hand slides from my breast down to my pussy. It’s only taken a few times of touching me for him to learn exactly how to make my body sing. This morning is no different.

I let out a soft moan.

“You moved on quick.”

The deep voice doesn’t belong to the man with his hands on me. It belongs to someone else. Someone I also know intimately.

Shocked by the intrusion of someone in my house, both me and Brayden scramble to sit up and face off with our peeping Derek.

“What are you doing here?” I demand, voice shrill. “What the hell, Derek?”

Derek’s shirt strains over his biceps as he stands, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at us. Like he’s caught me cheating on him. Unbelievable.

“Go downstairs,” I bark out. “We’re undressed. I’ll be down in a minute.”

His jaw muscle ticks and then he turns on his heel, storming out of my room and stomping down the stairs. As soon as he’s gone, I slide out of bed to throw on my pajamas. Brayden wears an unreadable expression as he pulls on his boxers, his erection flagging after our surprise visit. I admire his lean, virile body as he dresses.

I quickly brush my teeth and pee before making my way downstairs. Brayden is in the kitchen making coffee while Derek paces in the living room. He gave me his key. How the hell did he get inside my house?

“What are you doing here?” My voice is icy and sharp. “You don’t live here anymore.”

Derek casts a glance toward the kitchen and scowls. “You’re lucky I don’t call Cole to deal with this. You’re fucking an underage kid—”

Brayden flies into the living room with chaotic energy that takes us both by surprise. He walks up to Derek and pokes his chest. “I’m not a kid, man. And do not raise your voice at her. Ever. Are we clear?”

I gape at Brayden. Derek blinks at him, as if he doesn’t know what to do next. That makes two of us. I thought I was about to have sex again, not get into a fight with my ex.

“Brayden,” I say, tugging at the back of his shirt. “It’s okay.”

He relaxes and steps away from Derek before disappearing into the kitchen again. Derek watches him leave. Then, his dark gaze lands on me again.

“This is a low move, Casey. Reid’s son? Seems a bit predatory.”

Derek isn’t normally cruel. Something is going on with him.

“Why are you here?” I ask, voice much calmer than before. “How did you get in?”

He grits his teeth. “Door was left unlocked. It wasn’t even pushed closed all the way. I was worried something had happened to you, so I let myself in.”

Me and Brayden were in too much of a hurry to get naked to worry about things like closing and locking doors. Ugh.

“Fine,” I say with a sigh. “But why were you here in the first place?”

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