Page 35 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“You are making it worse!” she murmurs, words tight between her lips. “I don’t want to be reminded of all the women you could have with the snap of your fingers. I’m not one of them.”

“You’re not!” I agree. “That’s just it! You’re not that at all.”

Amy scoffs. “Wow, thanks.”

“No, that’s not –” Fuck, we’re misunderstanding each other. This is going terribly. “I’d never expect that of you. Because you’re not one of them, you’re – you’re –” All of the women I have had relationships with are worthy of love and attention from a man that isn’t me. They know that. That’s always been clear. We do our thing, we have our fun, and then we go about our lives.

“What am I, Hunter? Easy? Right next door? Someone to have fun with whose Uber you don’t have to pay for? What am I?”

“Oh my god, Amy, you’re driving me fucking insane,” I reply. It’s twofold. She’s been driving me crazy for weeks now. And right now, she’s driving me nuts because she won’t let me say what I need to say. Although I can’t seem to even say what I need to say.

I have to act. I have to show her.

Before Amy can make another retort, I grab her by the back of the head and kiss her hard, as deep as I can without delving my tongue into her mouth and letting her know exactly how deep I want to be inside her.

She lets out an exclamation of surprise against my mouth but doesn’t pull away. One of her hands rests against my chest and I feel her pelvis move toward mine.

Don’t get hard, Hunter. This is not the time.

My hand loops through the soft waves of her hair. I can’t resist touching her soft cheek. I knew I wanted this badly, but having this need met is even better than I could have possibly imagined.

Amy’s lips roll against mine. Her fingers curl into my T-shirt.

She needs me too. I can feel it.

Her lips fall away from mine, but she does not pull away. I could easily close the few inches between us again, however, that would mean I couldn’t look into her beautiful brown eyes that make my heart sing. “Hunter –”

“I feel something for you, Amy. Bigger than just a kiss. Bigger than anything like that,” I say. Finally, I get out of my own way and say what I actually mean.

Amy’s lips curl upward, but she shakes her head. “I’m not going to be one of your girls, Hunter.”

“You wouldn’t be,” I say, sliding my hands down the sides of her head, tucking pieces of hair out of her face. “You would be the only one, Amy. The only one.”

Her jaw falls. There. I got through to her.

Now I just need to wait for her answer.

“H-how can I be sure?” she asks.

I understand her apprehension. I haven’t shown her the type of man I am. Have wanted to be but have been stopped from becoming. “I can only prove it to you with my actions. If you’ll let me. I’d like to…I’d like to try for something more.”

“Why me? What makes me any different than –“

“Everything,” I answer without thinking. “That lifestyle worked for me with those women. But I’m tired of it. I want more. With you.”

Amy is silent, eyes wide, trapped in mine.

She isn’t convinced. That’s okay, though. I only need the chance to try. “You don’t have to trust me all at once, but…but would you let me try?” I ask, tucking my hand against her chin. “Let me take you out. And show you what kind of man I am.”

To my delight, Amy smiles again, raises herself up on her tiptoes, kisses my cheek, lips brushing through my beard. “Alright,” she whispers before she retreats. “I’ll let you try.”

I feel faint.

Before I can pull her back into me for kiss after kiss after kiss, Amy breaks away from me. “We should get back to them before they start to worry or…or wonder.”

I am frozen in place, watching her go, not really believing what has just happened.

“Hunter, are you coming?” Amy asks with a smile thrown toward me over her shoulder.

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