by Flynn Eire
“Oh, yes please,” Rafe breathed, tilting his head up in anticipation. I gently brushed my lips against his, and when he gasped, I took advantage of the moment to slide my tongue into Rafe’s mouth. I moaned as I deepened the kiss. My mate tasted every bit as good as I always imagined.
I just about lost my sanity when Rafe reached out and wrapped his arms around my neck. I grabbed his ass and yanked him up, wrapping his legs around my waist. In that moment, I felt a bliss like I never had in my hundred twenty plus years.
“Oh, god, I don’t know what’s—” Rafe hissed, humping his hips against me when we broke the kiss. I opened my eyes to stare into Rafe’s wide, green ones. It took me a few moments to realize that he was in the throes of his first orgasm.
“Let go,” I cooed, reaching in between us to rub Rafe’s hard cock through his pants. “Ride the feelings, Rafe. I’ve got you, baby, I won’t let you fall.”
“I feel like I’m going to explode,” Rafe moaned, pushing his dick harder into my hand. I tried to focus solely on his pleasure, but I started to shake at the desire to claim Rafe. In over a century of life, I’d never seen anything more exquisite than watching the man in my arms go wild.
“Come for me, my little mate,” I hissed, leaning over to lick and suck the side of his neck. That was all it took. Rafe screamed out his release, thrusting his hips forward a few more times, before slumping against me. Completely and utterly sated. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay, I promise.”
I said it over and over again, stroking Rafe’s back the entire time… Until I realized that he had passed out in my arms. Thankfully, Rafe weighed about as much as a loaf of bread, and I was more than strong enough to handle him. Chuckling to myself, I wrapped one arm around Rafe and grabbed the two bags. As I headed out the bedroom door, I paused and backed up a few feet.
I saw an older looking picture of a woman who had to be Rafe’s mother, so I reached over and grabbed it off the wall. It was the only thing hanging on his wall. It had to be important to him. Smiling at the feel of Rafe in my arms, I headed outside to meet up with my brothers. I knew as Rafe slept in my arms, I’d never willingly give the man up and do anything to keep him safe.
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When my next door neighbors told me they were moving, I had a hard time even faking a sad response. Sure, they weren’t bad… But they weren’t that great either. The guy was okay, but he didn’t say much and we didn’t really interact besides a wave here and there when we were both grilling. And the gal just blurted whatever came into her mind apparently—most of it really insulting and as if it was the funniest thing ever.
Normally it was just completely ignorant, and I wanted to ask if she had a low IQ or if she thought pissing people off was the best way to make friends.
And their kids were demons. Seriously, I called them Lucifer and Beelzebub. At first I’d thought Lucifer was special needs, having a cute little lisp, and gave him a break, supersweet to him, even patient when he kept yelling at my dog. Until I saw the little shit shoot crap at my pup when he didn’t think I was around, giggling that no one was there to save him.
I didn’t feel bad for a second when I made Lucifer cry from the verbal lashing I gave him. After that I saw the evil pretend angel he was. He didn’t play, he screamed, loving that I worked from home, and taunted me with it when his parent’s weren’t around to hear his words. He threw sticks on my side of the yard when they mowed, brought their dogs to pee and poo on my grass after my dog died saying I must miss having it around. I just blinked at the kid and told him to stop, that it was cruel when I was grieving.
“You can’t make me. Adults can’t beat kids. You shouldn’t have let your dog die.” And the little shit walked away. I know it was stupid. I know I was the adult. But I still went inside and cried my eyes out. I was grieving and an eleven-year-old just rubbed salt in the wound.
The other demon wasn’t so outright. He was the instigator, that kid we all hated in school. He never bullied or pulled crap. He was just that kid who whispered in everyone’s ear and got them to do the stupid mean shit. So yeah, after the first several months, I didn’t even call them Lucifer and Beelzebub behind their backs and flat out said the names in front of their parents.
They asked me to stop, and I explained I would as soon as their kids quit acting like the demons I had read about in the Bible when I’d attended Catholic school.
Oddly enough they hadn’t brought it up again, but I did find it funny that when they announced they were moving in the spring that they were expecting some tearful reaction from me. I didn’t think I could get worse neighbors. And if I did, calling the police on them was always an option. Plus, things could get better. I probably jinxed the outcome with that line of thought, but I was an author, the storyteller and eternal dreamer.
Some single hottie could move in next door or someone who would introduce me to a single hottie and all my dreams would come true. Yeah, that was likely to happen. And I would win the lottery when I never bought a ticket.
The house sold quickly which surprised me since I’d been inside. It wasn’t a bad house, just this crazy split level that had a few stairs to get to any different room and I didn’t think they had completed any of their half-finished “projects” they’d been working on. Then again, it might have made the house sell for next to nothing. There was real potential there, and it could have been some remodeler’s dream fixer-upper.
I winced at the idea. That meant loud construction. Hello earplugs! And people always said it was so great for me that I worked from home. I guess they forgot about things like that. Granted, I did like it, but in reality there were just as many drawbacks as working in an office.
Monday I was dragging bags of my trash to my cans in the driveway, and I knew my old neighbors were gone, but I didn’t know the new ones were moving in until I saw the truck.
“Hey, she’s here! Our neighbor’s outside,” a loud, deep voice called out. I flipped the lid to my can as my head snapped in the direction of the shout. I saw a mid-twenties guy staring at me, waving. I tossed my bags into the garbage and gave a little wave back, mentally g
roaning because I was of course about to meet whoever had moved in while wearing flip flops, yoga capris, and tank with shelf bra… And only that.
Great. Yeah, nothing says, Hi, nice to meet you. I’m a complete slob, like that.
Two guys jumped out from the back of the truck next to the first, and I had a moment of wondering if I was seeing triple… But not. Though they were far away and I hadn’t had any coffee yet, so yeah, that was the moment.
What I mean was they were all wearing cargo shorts and white sneakers, no shirts, perfectly toned, tanned, lean chests. And had really jet black hair. That was all I could see considering they were over a hundred feet away. It was simply something I didn’t expect to see first thing in the morning and made me blink a moment and wonder if I’d been mistaken.
They jogged over, and I swallowed loudly, wondering if this was my own little frat fantasy come to life, but as they got closer, I saw they were all probably twenty-seven or twenty-eight, so too old for college.
Brothers though maybe? No, not brothers, I realized as they stepped up to me.