Page 37 of The Neighbor's Son

Silence stretches out between us and my eyes begin to sting.Tell him you’re sorry, Casey.It’s on the tip of my tongue. I’m ashamed that I just did that to him.

“You’re being quiet,” I murmur, not trusting my voice to say much more.

The server returns before he can answer. He signs the receipt, collects his card, and then rises to his feet. I want to run over to him and take his hand, but shame has me clutching my purse tightly instead. He leads the way across the rooftop, down the elevator, and out the front door of the restaurant. By the time we reach the car, and he opens my door for me, I’m about to lose it, tears welling.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I froze up. Seeing Nick was a shock and a punch to the gut to be honest. Why are you giving me the silent treatment?”

His head snaps toward me and then he steps closer until our chests are touching. With the gentlest of touches, he swipes a rogue strand of hair out of my face. “I didn’t want to embarrass you again by saying something stupid.”

My bottom lip wobbles. That’s fair. “What did you want to say?”

He leans closer, resting his hands on the roof of the car behind me, nose brushing mine. “That you’re mine now.Mygirlfriend.Mine.”

A flash of heat singes my skin. “Oh.”

“Embarrassing, right?”

“Yes and no.”

“I can bite my tongue for you, Casey. I’m learning how to be the man you deserve. Not going to lie. Hard as fuck sometimes.”

I cup his cheek and stroke my thumb over his pouty bottom lip. “I’m proud of you. Me? Not so much.”

His lips find mine for a soft but claiming kiss. We’re both breathing hard by the end of it. “You’re still here with me. That’s all that matters.”

We fuse our mouths together again, the kiss growing with intensity. His hands move from the car to my ass, stroking me over my skirt, and lifting it some to squeeze my ass cheeks. Anyone walking by could see if they looked our way.

This gives me an idea.

I grab his wrist and lower it between my thighs. His kiss deepens as he wastes no time slipping his hand beneath the material. As soon as his fingers brush over my panties, I shudder with anticipation.

“Want me to finger you right here with people walking by?” he demands, voice raspy with need. “When I make you come, you have to be quiet, babe.”

“I’ll be quiet,” I lie.

He grins against my mouth and slides his hand into my panties. I groan, not quiet at all, as he teases my clit. “No one touches you like I do,” he hisses. “Right, beautiful?”

“Yesss.”

His touch makes me crazy with the need for more. All he does is send me spiraling with lust. It only takes a few minutes to have me shattering from his touch. And, like before, he pushes a finger into me, as if he enjoys the feeling of my contracting muscles. I bet he’ll really like it on his cock.

“Let’s go home, babe. I’m not done with you yet.”

He eases his finger out of me, rights my panties, and makes sure my skirt is in place. Then, he stares at me with hooded eyes as he crudely licks the juices off his fingers.

“Home. Now,” I agree, body still trembling.

“Next time I get you off,” he rumbles, “it’ll be my tongue inside you.”

The neighbor’s son is killing me.

I’m loving every second of it.

Brayden

Her taste is decadent, far better than the overpriced desserts we indulged in. I’m aching to lick her arousal, familiarizing myself with every crease and fold that hides her sensitive clit. I want my tongue deep inside her so I can feel the second she loses control.

I’m so twisted up over this woman, I can barely think straight, much less drive within my lane.

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