Page 93 of When love and Hate Collide

One should not be this angry first thing in the morning. I sit up and angrily kick the covers off before I crawl out of bed, my bum hanging out of my midnight blue silk nightdress. I yank the curtains open and hiss at the sheer brightness that blinds me momentarily.

‘Cause tonight baby, I wanna get freaky with you…

Once my vision clears, I stick my head out the window to see where the music is coming from. When I tell you the sight before me had me almost passing out. The cheesy bastard is Dean, a topless Dean washing his car with the music thundering out of the speakers of his car. A pair of shades covering his emerald eyes while he’s sponging it down. “Damn,” I breathe, my mouth watering at the delightful sight of him.

The entire scene looks like a cheesy eighty’s music video and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m loving every second of the show he’s putting on. I admire his tan body which is glistening with sweat under the sweltering heat. My entire body is tingling and that familiar ache of want starts to stir hot in my belly. Biting down on my bottom lip while I continue to shamelessly gawk at him, inch by inch taking in every ripple of muscle on that gorgeous body.

I absolutely want to lick his body up and down.

With a devilish grin, I rush over to my bedside table and pick up my mobile sitting on the dresser where it had been charging overnight. I dial his number and press the phone to my ear. A few seconds later Dean stops washing his car, dries his hands on the cloth and takes his phone out of the back pocket of the jeans he’s wearing.

A slow smile spreads across his face when he looks at the caller I.D. “Afternoon, baby girl,” he answers, his sexy voice laced with glee.

Grinning, I lean against the window and watch him. “Are you trying to drive me and every female in this neighbourhood insane?” I purr sultrily and he chuckles.

“Now why would you say something like that?” he responds resting himself on his car while he speaks to me.

“Every woman in the vicinity with a pulse is glued to their window or door right now ogling you,” I tell him, “Poor, Mrs Henderson has been watering her ‘gnomey’ instead of her rose bush for the past ten minutes.” Dean throws his head back and laughs heartily, looking back at Mrs Henderson who almost trips over her hose when Dean lowers his shades and waves at her. “Though, I’m certain you’re watering the bush between her legs, too.” I giggle.

“That’s a real disturbing thought. I don’t want to be thinking about Mrs Henderson’s bush, thank you very much.” Dean drawls, looking up at my window and grinning when he sees me. “Now there’s a sight I’m delighted to see. Now tell me, am I watering your bush?”

“I don’t have a bush and you’re fully aware of that, but I can confirm that you certainly have caused a stir between my legs with your little show.” Dean lowers his shades, so I can see his eyes, radiating such desire.

“I know and fuck I love your pussy, and right now I want nothing more than to come up there and clean up the mess I’ve made between those gorgeous legs with my tongue.”

I sigh lustfully and bite my lip.

“That’s a shame,” I reply quietly, and Dean watches me sit up on the windowsill, lifting my legs to rest my feet on the wall. Giving him a nice view of my nightdress that doesn’t hide much at all. “The house is empty…” I trail off suggestively, twirling my hair between my fingers.

“Fuck,” he groans, swallowing thickly. “Have you broken up with him yet?”

“Not yet,” I sigh, and notice Dean’s shoulders sink. “I’m seeing him later this evening, I’m doing it then.”

Dean nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “Good, until then, you keep that tight cunt nice and wet for me, because tonight baby, I’m going to ravish you.”

“What if I can’t wait till tonight?” I say, nibbling on my finger. “What if I can’t take the ache between my legs anymore and my fingers start to wander…”

“JJ, stop it baby, you’re fucking killing me.” Dean groans down the phone. I move away from the window and close the blind.

“Do you want to hear a secret?” I hear Dean hum affirmative on the end while I walk over to my bed. “Do you remember Shannon’s sweet sixteen birthday party, when we played spin the bottle and it landed on us, and they forced us to kiss for ten seconds?”

“Yeah.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss, in fact, when I came home later that night, I kept thinking about it and while I did, my fingers started to wander between my legs, and I masturbated to the thought of you.” I admit, laying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Fucking Christ, so did I,” Dean admits, his voice heavy with arousal. “I held onto that kiss for a very long time, had me waking up to many, many wet dreams.”

“Mmm,” I moan breathily, my fingers grazing up my inner thighs toward my burning sex.

“Jeyla?” My eyes snap open when I hear Paxton’s voice from somewhere in the house.

“Who’s that?” I hear Dean ask on the other end of the line.

“Shit, that’s Paxton. Why didn’t you tell me he was here?” I whisper, sitting up right.

“I didn’t see him, how the fuck did he get in? I thought you were seeing him later?” Dean questions, and I shrug, straightening myself out.

“I don’t know, the spare key maybe. I have to go; I’ll talk to you later.”

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