Page 4 of Neighbor DADDY

He nods. "Army, twenty years, two tours. Now I'm out, fixing airplanes. Just got hired at the local base." He rubs his chin, reminiscing, "I've been out for some time now, but it's still weird being a civilian." Cam grins down at me. "I guess we're both entering into new phases in life, huh?"

"I guess so."

He leans toward me, just a little, his hazel eyes intense. "It's good to have a partner in crime to help you out."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," Cam says, his voice low.

The pizza delivery car pulls up and parks, and I have to jump up to grab the food. The interruption is welcome and gives me a minute to compose myself and think about what's happening here.

Is Cam flirting with me? Is this something I want to happen?

Yes, yes, and definitely yes.

I've had my eye on him, and now that we're spending time together, my attraction to him has only grown. His intensity and confidence are so attractive, and the fact that he's a veteran and a mechanic and handy around the house? Yeah, it's a total turn-on.

"Smells good," he says as I carry the box into the living room. Cam's already got the TV on, and we settle down together.

I have no idea what we watch, or even how much pizza we eat, as all of my focus is fixed on Cam's big, warm body and how close he is to me. By the time he says goodbye and heads home, I'm so hot and bothered that I nearly sprint up to my room.

Throwing myself in bed, I shove one hand between my legs while the other cups one of my breasts, and I'm shocked at the wetness that greets my fingers. My nipples are hard and sensitive, and I let out a groan as I rub my clit and fantasize about Cam.

His mouth on mine. His hands touching me, stroking me, his fingers buried deep inside me. His thick cock pushing into my virgin pussy, his big body over mine, his lips sucking and kissing my neck.

My hips buck, and I bite back a scream as a powerful orgasm rolls over me, leaving me shaking and breathless. It's intense and quick, leaving me gasping for air.

Holy shit. I'm totally, 100% screwed. I can't even deny it.

This is not at all what I expected when I moved here.

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CAM

Well, fuck.

I'd only seen a glimpse of the girl when she moved in, and while I could immediately tell she was built just to my liking, soft and curvy, I convinced myself that my new neighbor wouldn't be a problem.

I was so confident in my ability to distance myself that I sauntered over with the intention of helping her get the rest of her things out of the moving truck. The mystery of her was going to bother me a hell of a lot more than the reality, I was sure of it.

And then I saw her start to fall, her arms full of an oversized cardboard box, her blond ponytail swinging. It was second nature to catch her in my arms, but the second I touched her and looked down into those deep blue eyes, it was over for me.

The touch was electric, the connection instant. Now I'm drawn to her so intensely that she's all I can think about, and I've tortured myself by sitting next to her in that silky, thin-as-hell robe. I don't even remember if the pizza was any good or not. All I remember is her.

It's the craziest thing I’ve ever felt, a jolt of lightning through my very soul.

She's so pretty, soft, and innocent. Helping her was second nature, but taking my shirt off while I repaired her tub was just to gauge if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And the way her eyes traveled down, her face flushing, her tongue darting out to lick her lips … yeah, Kelly is attracted to me.

Now, what the hell am I going to do about it?

I'm forty, and she's in her early twenties for sure. I have no business messing with her, but she makes something possessive come to life in me that I've never dealt with before. Life hasn't been easy, and the military put me in enough life-or-death situations that I consider myself unshakeable, but I'll be damned at how easily Kelly has shaken me.

It's a Saturday, and the day is hot. There are no cars in Kelly's driveway when I go out to the front porch, and I take the opportunity to cut her grass. My yard needs doing, too, but there's nothing wrong with a little neighborly goodwill.

The sun beats down, and sweat beads on my forehead, rolling down my skin as I drag the old push mower across the lawn. By the time I'm done, the smell of freshly cut grass is heavy in the air, and my shirt is soaked with sweat.

There's no sign of Kelly, and that disappoints me.

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