Single Dad Next Door

by Cathryn Fox

  “As a mechanic, I’m a problem solver, too.” I hold my hands up to show her. “But I’m a tactile kind of guy, and have more skill with my hands.”

  “Oh, God,” she squeaks out as her gaze goes to my hands.

  “I want to fuck you, Rachel.” She gasps at my blunt words, but the fire in her eyes tells me she likes it. “If you don’t want that, you need to stop me right now.”

  “I…I want that, Jaxon.”

  I walk to my window, close the curtains, then reach for my belt as I go back to her. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  “I want tonight. I want you to fuck me.”

  Fuck, yes.

  I remove her hands from the knot on her towel, and she gives a little gasp when the cotton slides down her body. I step back, my heart crashing as I take my time to look at her, too much time apparently, because she starts to fold her hands over her chest.

  “Don’t,” I say, my gaze going back to her face as my cock presses against my zipper. “You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, Rachel.”

  She takes a deep breath, and when her eyes drop, I reach over my shoulders and tug my shirt off. Her eyes dim with desire, and I’m man enough to admit I like the way she looks at me.

  “So are you,” she whispers and puts one hand on my chest. Her skin is so soft against my body, her touch light as she explores me and it’s all I can do not to lose my shit.

  I remove her hand, and put both of them around her back and hold them there as I step into her. I dip my head and her breath is warm on my face as she looks up at me.

  “This mouth,” I say, and close my lips over hers. Her sweet taste explodes on my tongue and a growl I have little control over climbs out of my throat. She moans, sags against me, and her needy sound curls through my blood and arouses me even more.

  I angle my head and deepen the kiss, tasting the depths of her and loving the way her body has come alive for me. Our tongues tangle and play as we explore. I free her hands, place mine on the small of her back and tug her against me. I kiss her long, hard and deep, then tear my mouth away needing it on other parts of her body. She rakes her nails through my hair as I bend and bury my mouth in the hollow of her neck, tasting her skin, as I lick and kiss and revel in her scent. Her pulse jackhammers against my tongue and it’s a real struggle for me not to bend her over and take her hard. While I’d like to do just that, I don’t want to rush tonight.

  “Jaxon,” she murmurs as I dip lower and pull one taut nipple into my mouth as my hand leaves her back to play with her other breast. I massage gently, rub my thumb over her pert bud, let her sexy noises push me to the edge. “Yessss….”

  I suck her nipple in deeper, center it between my teeth, testing her likes and dislikes as I lightly clamp down on it, a vicious little bite. Her breathing becomes faster and she sags slightly. I let go, and lave her softly to ease the sting. I treat her other nipple to my mouth, and she whimpers and writhes against me. The sound drives me on. I glance up at her, take in her closed eyes, the need on her pretty, flushed face.

  Fuck, I need to be inside her. But it’s too soon. There are other things I need to do to her first, like get my mouth between her legs, my tongue high inside her until she’s begging me to make her come.

  Needing to savor her, because this is just a one-night thing, I hold her hips and give a gentle shove until she’s sitting on my mattress. Her eyes are wide as she glances up at me, and I swallow. I’ve never seen a sweeter sight. My cock thickens, and she reaches out and places her hand over the aching bulge.

  “Jesus, fuck,” I say under my breath as she massages my dick.

  I drop to my knees, my breath uneven and labored as I grip her thighs and widen them. She leans back, braces her hands behind her, a desperate kind of need in her eyes as she opens herself to me. I gaze at her gorgeous, wet pussy, and when she moves her hips, I wonder what the fuck I ever did to deserve her in my bed.

  “Tonight, you’re all mine,” I say. “I’m going to devour you, Rachel. Own you completely.” Her chest rises and falls as she breathes faster, and her heat reaches out to me, sears my blood and hugs my cock.

  “Jaxon,” she cries out, and inches her legs open more, the passion between us so goddamn explosive it’s a bit fucking scary.

  I slowly slide my hands up her thighs and press my thumbs to her soaking lips to ease them open. The second I’m greeted with hot pinkness, I let loose a growl, and press my mouth to her sex, eat at her like a man starved. I suppose I am. Considering how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman. But this sweet, girl next door isn’t just any woman. There is something about her that has me forgetting to be careful.

  My tongue penetrates, laps at her liquid desire, hot devouring strokes that are carnal in their need. She bucks against me and a strangled moan escapes her as I push my finger into her tightness. She clenches around my finger, her pussy so fucking tight, I’m guessing it’s been as long for her as it’s been for me.

  I groan and circle her clit with my tongue as her taste explodes in my hungry mouth. Need. She clutches at me and I unzip my pants, desperate to free my aching cock. The hiss of my zipper fills the room, and Rachel makes a little whimpering sound that curls around me. I soften my tongue, flatten it over her swollen clit, and reach for the hot bundle of nerves inside her.

  “Jaxon,” she cries out.

  “Yeah, you like that?” I ask from deep between her legs.

  “Yesss…” she hisses. I grip my cock, run my hand over it as I fuck her with my finger and tongue. I increase the pressure on her clit, and crook my finger inside her body. She sits up straighter, grips my shoulders and meets my glance.

  “I…oh…” she says, but it turns to a moan as she comes all over my hand and mouth. My sweet reward. I lap at her, drink in her heat, and when she finally stops spasming, I ease out from between her legs.

  My heart is pounding in my ears as I slowly stand, and her eyes go impossibly wider when she sees my pants split open and my hand on my dick.

  She wets her mouth and I nearly shoot off then and there. If I put my cock in that mouth of hers there’s a good fucking chance I’ll release down her throat. But when she licks her lips like that, heat and eagerness in her eyes, how can I not want just that? No goddamn way are we going any farther until she wraps those full lips around me—no matter how torturous.

  “Open your mouth,” I demand in a soft voice and she instantly obliges. I cup her chin, and push my thumb into her mouth. “You want my cock in here?” I ask, knowing full well from the heat in her eyes that she does. She nods, sucks on my thumb, and I rub my dick harder.

  She reaches out to touch me and I remove my hand to give her full access. My balls tighten with that first sweet touch of her fingers. She runs them along the long length of me, touching, exploring, and weighing me in her palm. Fuck man, I’m not sure how much more I can take of that.

  She grips my cock a little tighter, and leans in, wrapping her hot mouth around my crown, drinking in the pre-cum. I jerk my hips forward, and try not to destroy her pretty mouth as I hit the back of her throat. She gives a little moan of approval and I fist her hair, the chemistry between us off the charts. Honest to fuck, the last time I felt chemistry like this was…never.

  I do my best to hold my control as she works her mouth and hand in tandem. I’ll be damned if I come in her mouth. I need my cock inside her. One soft hand cups my balls, gives a gently rub and they tighten, and my fucking release gets ready to make a run for the finish line.

  “Stop,” I growl, and pull her off my cock. Her mouth is wet, glistening in the light, and I brush my thumb over the wetness. “Get on that bed, and spread your legs for me.”

  She whimpers and her ass is aimed my way as she darts to the middle of the mattress. She shouldn’t have done that. I take her in. Right now, I want in her pussy, tomorrow I’ll claim that sexy ass.

  Wait, what? There isn’t going to be a tomorrow.

  But tonight…oh yeah, there is going to be a to
night.

  “I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly tonight, make you shatter so hard for me, you’re still going to feel me a week from now.”

  Heat moves into her cheeks, the hot pink color matching her beautiful pussy. “Ohmigod, Jaxon,” she says on a breathless whisper.

  “Only problem is, I want you so fucking bad, I might just ruin you.” I climb onto the bed, position myself between her legs, and run my thumb over her swollen clit, a slow caress that has her writhing beneath me. “But you want that, don’t you?”

  “I’ve never been…” she whispers. “Yes, I want to be fucked like that.”

  I lean forward, grab a condom from the nightstand and quickly roll it on. I angle my head, take in her deep, labored breaths. I pitch my voice low, a strange new tenderness taking up residency inside me. “You’ve never been fucked like that, Rach?”

  Her hair splays across my sheet as she shakes her head. “No. Never.”

  I’m suddenly spitting mad that no man had ever fucked her properly. But on the other hand, I’m fucking ecstatic. I want to be the guy who gives her exactly what she needs—over and over again. I grip her legs and tug. She locks her ankles at my back and I press my crown to her hot center. “But you want to be fucked like that?” I ask.

  “Only by you, Jaxon,” she murmurs.

  My heart misses one beat, then two when I realize the trust she has in me. “Jesus, fuck,” I growl, needing desperately to do right by her. She has secrets, is on the run, and has never been properly taken care of in the bedroom. That shit tugs at something inside me as I jerk forward, and in one long thrust, seat myself high inside her. Her sex tightens around me, spasms and flutters against my cock as I fill her.

  Breathe, Jaxon.

  I grip her hair and fist it, willing my climax away as need drags me under, until I’m drowning in it. “You feel so good.” Lost in lust, and teetering on the edge, I inch out, a slow easy slide that rocks my world. Rachel gasps, and scratches at my back as I glide back in again, the friction doing mind-fucking things to both of us. Her nails rake my skin, but I fucking love it. I power forward, surge deeper, and she moves with me, her hips rising with each hard thrust, welcoming me deeper into her body, yet for some fucking reason I can’t seem to get in deep enough. I go at her like a man possessed as our bodies merge, seek the ultimate pleasure of release.

  I find her mouth again, tangle my tongue with hers as we fuck. She grows slicker with my deep penetration, and I break the kiss, desperate to see the look on her face as I bring her to climax. Her hands cup my face, and her mouth opens and closes, her lids fluttering rapidly.

  “You like me fucking you like this?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “You feel so good, Rach.”

  Too good.

  “More…harder,” she cries out, and seeing this guarded girl so open and free, her body in my hands as I fuck her hard, does the weirdest things to me.

  I inch almost all the way out, and she lifts for me as I slide back inside, her warmth and wetness stealing my ability to think…to breathe.

  I slip a hand between our bodies, apply pressure to her clit, and revel in the way she cries out my name as I slam back into her.

  “Yeah, that’s it, come hard for me.”

  She swallows, a dry raspy sound that strokes my hard on. I take in the ecstasy on her face as her muscles clench around me, teasing my climax and frying my brain cells.

  Restraint a thing of the past, I throw my head back. “I’m there,” I say, as I drive impossibly deeper. Seated high inside her, I let go, and concentrate on the points of pleasure. My cock pulses, and the room fades from existence as a supernova climax tears through me. I try to breathe, fill my lungs, but can’t seem to remember how. What the ever-loving fuck is going on with me.

  “Yess…..” she hisses. “That feels so good.”

  I collapse on top her, bury my face in her neck as her body softens beneath me. We lay there in the quiet for a long time, and when my post-orgasm bliss finally fades, and reality moves in to take its place, I inch back to see Rachel. I’ve not had a girl over since my ex left, and if I knew what was good for me, I’d usher her out of my bed before my daughter wakes up. But as I look at my sweet neighbor, take in her spent, sated look, the small smile on her mouth, all I want to do is take her again.

  5

  Rachel

  A loud bang followed by someone coughing outside my window pulls me awake. I groan, and roll over, searching for the spare pillow to pull over my head, only to find a warm, hard body instead. What the hell? My lids fling open and as I take in Jaxon’s nakedness, the sheets at the bottom of the bed, all the dirty delicious things we did last night come racing back in a whoosh.

  OMG.

  I glance at my own body, find it completely naked, thoroughly fucked. I take in the finger bruises on my hips, remember the hot way Jaxon touched me. As my body stirs again, wanting more, I cover my mouth to stifle the sound crawling out of my throat. Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. I should not have slept with my neighbor, or woken up in his bed. What we have is a business arrangement, but now this changes everything—and not in a good way.

  I search the floor for my clothes, only to find Jaxon’s. Dammit, my dirty work clothes are still on his bathroom floor. Left with no choice but to slip back into his, I slide from the bed, quieter than as a church mouse at a Sunday sermon. No way do I want him to wake up and be forced to make awkward morning-after conversation. I need to get home, and I need to do it now. Then I need to come up with a new game plan. One where I pay cash for my vehicle repairs so I don’t have to spend any more time with this man. Becca was right. No way can I be around him without wanting to do the horizontal mambo. I am, after all, only human.

  I tug on his sweatpants, tie them tight at the waist, and reach for his T-shirt. As I slide into it, another bang from outside the window reaches my ears. I tiptoe across the room, and glance outside to see some guy throwing up in our bushes. Great. Just great. I need to find another place to live. I shake my head, and peer through the window into my bedroom. We really do have direct line of sight with one another. Maybe I should get one of the girls to switch rooms with me. When it comes to my hot neighbor, the less temptation the better.

  I quietly open the bedroom door, prepared to head home in my neighbor’s clothes, and do the walk of shame, but go still when the hinges squeaks. Dammit. A quick look over my shoulder confirms Jaxon is still asleep, and I let go the breath I’m holding. I tug the door quicker, and slip from the room. I hurry to the bathroom, grab my dirty clothes off the floor and dart down the long hall, but my footsteps come to a resounding halt when a little voice sounds behind me.

  “Rachel?” Cassie asks. “What are you doing?”

  I turn to find a sleepy Cassie rubbing her eye, a teddy bear tucked under her arm. “Good morning Cassie.”

  She frowns. “I thought you were Daddy.”

  “Your daddy is still sleeping.”

  “Why are you wearing daddy’s clothes?”

  “Ah…”

  “Are you doing the laundry?”

  I glance at the soiled uniform in my hand. “Ah, well, something like that.”

  “Sometimes when I sleep over at Gina’s house I wear her clothes. I have my own clothes at Grandma and Grandpa’s when I sleep over there, but they’re in the Carbean right now.”

  “Carbean?” I ask.

  “It’s warm there.” She widens her arms. “They have a huge pool, bigger than my school.”

  Ah, Caribbean. They must stay at a resort.

  Cassie rubs her belly. “I’m hungry.”

  Shit. I really wanted to be gone, out of here before Jaxon woke up. Hook ups aren’t my thing but how can I possibly walk out on Cassie? I could always wake Jaxon up, but the idea of that sits in the bottom of my stomach like cold oatmeal.

  “How about I make you something to eat,” I say, wanting to bolt, but unable to turn my back on the little girl when her father is still in bed—a
bed where he did such delicious things to me. My body quivers at the memories.

  “Are you sick?” Cassie asks.

  I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. “What, no. Why do you ask that?”

  She climbs into her chair, her little feet dangling below her. “Daddy says my face gets red when I have a fever. Do you have a fever?”

  Oh, she doesn’t know the half of it.

  “No, it’s just been warm lately,” I fib. “We’re having a heat wave, remember?”

  Cassie wiggles her toes. “Daddy says if the heat wave continues, he’ll get my pool out for me.”

  “That sounds like fun.”

  “You could swim with me.”

  “I could.” Or not. “Now, what would you like for breakfast?”

  “Pancakes.”

  “Okay.” I open the cupboards, and search for a pancake mix. I’m a pretty good cook, but I’m in a hurry this morning, so I go straight for the box. I move a few cans, and a couple of boxes of crackers around. “I don’t see any mix,” I say.

  “What’s a mix?”

  I make a little square with my hands. “Like a box that the pancake batter comes in.”

  She shakes her head and her curls bob around her shoulder. “Daddy doesn’t use a mix.”

  “Oh, really?” I ask, a little surprised by that. “What does he use?”

  “How about I show you?”

  The sound of Jaxon’s voice sends little threads of need along my spine. I glance up to find him in a pair of jeans and nothing else, leaning against the doorway, that sexy dimple of his prominent as he grins at me.

  “Daddy,” Cassie says and holds her arms out. My heart squeezes as Jaxon gives his daughter a good morning kiss on the top of her head, then musses up her hair with his hand.

  “Why are you up so early, kiddo? It’s Saturday.” he asks.

  “I heard footsteps,” Cassie explains.

  I crinkle my nose. “Sorry, I tried to be quiet.”

  Jaxon comes up beside me as Cassie turns her attention to her teddy bear. “Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks quietly.