Girl Next Door - The Complete Series (34 page)

Then I shook my head. I shouldn’t be so harsh. He had been so great to me the last few days. And a complete gentleman. If he had come onto me last night, I probably would have let him do whatever he wanted.

With a sigh, I grabbed a mug off the tree and stuck it under the brewer. I chose a pod, stuck it in the coffee maker, and hit the brew button. While I stared at the machine, waiting impatiently for the first cup, I let my mind drift.

I heard a toilet flush in the back of the duplex and stiffened. Shit, Troy was awake. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. Last night I asked him to sleep with me because I was afraid, and I didn’t want to be alone. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to go back to my slightly distant behavior. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Troy. I just wanted to know that he wasn’t just after yet another girl to add to his group of friends that he liked to bang. He’d said he wasn’t interested in what he had with other women, that he wanted to get to know me. Still, I had been burned enough in my life to want him to prove it.

I doctored my coffee with sugar and looked in the fridge. He even had coffee creamer. I wondered who bought it for him. Most of the men I knew could barely remember to pick up toilet paper at the store, much less coffee creamer.

I leaned against the counter. I was taking my first sip when Troy rounded the corner. Holy shit, he was hot first thing in the morning. His short hair was a mess and his dark brown eyes were heavy.

He walked right up to me, took my coffee cup out of my hand, set the cup on the counter, and kissed me.
Really
kissed me. As in, I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes, which curled into the hard wood floor. All my thoughts of being careful and wanting Troy to work for me so he would appreciate me more flew straight out the window and were probably on their way to Tahiti.

My hands slid up the back of his T-shirt without any direction from me. I dug my fingers into his shoulder blades, trying to pull him closer. Troy took my invitation one step further. His big hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me so I was standing on my toes and our pelvises lined up perfectly. My breath caught in my throat. He was hard
everywhere
.

As suddenly as he kissed me, Troy released me, his hands holding my hips just long enough for me to get my legs back underneath me. Which, embarrassingly enough, was several seconds. Probably closer to a minute. The man could kiss. Then he stepped away and went to the coffee maker to make a cup of coffee. How could a man with a hard-on that visible be so casual? I stared at him for a moment and snapped.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Huh?” He seemed distracted by watching the coffee drip into the cup.

“You can’t just come in here, kiss me like that, get me all turned on, and then walk away!” I yelled. “Now get your ass over her and finish what you started.”

Oh shit. I shouldn’t have said that. I had a game plan, dammit. Troy was driving me crazy. That was the only excuse for me saying something so stupid.

My thoughts were cut off when Troy’s hands landed on my hips, lifting them so I was sitting on the counter top. I gaped at him for a second, but it didn’t last long since his mouth landed on mine and his tongue slid inside. Just like the kiss on my car the other night, my arms and legs wound around him instinctively.

Grabbing my ass, Troy pulled me to the edge of the counter so our hips were plastered together. Moaning into his mouth, I moved against him, grinding against his erection shamelessly. A moment later I was no longer sitting on the counter. Troy lifted me and started down the hallway toward the bedroom.

When he set me on my feet next to the bed, I had a second to start freaking out again. His hands yanked the tee over my head, leaving me in my brand new hot pink satin panties. I opened my mouth to tell him that we needed to slow down, that I wasn’t ready for this when he reached over his head, between his shoulders, and pulled his own shirt off.

One look at his naked torso and I was totally ready for this. My eyes took in his tanned skin, trailing down his tight abdomen. His pajama pants rode low on his hips, revealing the V of his lower stomach muscles. I always felt like that V should point to something good. Usually I was disappointed.

Troy’s thumbs hooked his waistband and pulled his pajamas and underwear down, and I knew this time I would absolutely not be disappointed. Once again distracted from my plans to call this to a halt, I ran my fingers down the ridge of muscle that started at his hip. Before I could reach my destination, Troy’s hand wrapped around my wrist.

He brought my palm up and placed it in the center of his chest. I started to complain, but he kissed me again. We fell onto the bed with me on the bottom. The kiss was insane, teeth nibbling, and tongues tangling. I wrapped both legs around Troy’s hips and arched against him. The ridge of his erection pressed exactly where I needed it.

I gasped as his hand cupped my breast. Troy’s fingers were callused and slightly rough on my nipple. When he tugged gently I thought I felt it all the way to my clit. My entire body grew hot, and a light sweat broke out on my skin. Restlessly, I moved my hips against his. My hand drifted down his side and to the front.

My fingers closed around his cock, and he groaned in my mouth. His hand left my breast and hooked into my panties. Troy yanked them down. I lifted my hips, then my legs, so he could pull them off completely.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he murmured.

When I did as he said, his fingers slid up the inside of my thigh. I held my breath as they moved closer and closer to where I needed them. At the first touch of his fingertips against my clit, I whimpered. It had been a long, long time since a man who knew what he was doing had touched me.

Within a few minutes, between his mouth on mine and his fingers working between my legs, I was ready to blow. I was going to come and come hard.

“Wait,” he whispered, removing his hand.

“No, don’t stop,” I whimpered.

“Shh. Just a second. I’ll give you what you want,” he grinned as he said it, and I almost smacked him.

He opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I blinked at him. Thank God one of us was using our brain. I hadn’t given a thought to condoms or birth control of any sort. Maybe it had been too long since I had sex. I was forgetting the important steps.

I licked my lips as Troy rolled the condom down the length of his cock. When he finished he looked down into my face and froze.

“God, if you keep looking at my dick like that, this won’t last thirty seconds,” he said.

I laughed until I felt the head of his dick slide across my clit. Then I shut up and lifted my hips, trying to line up our bodies.

Now it was Troy’s turn to chuckle as he pressed against my opening. I lifted my knees high, tucking them against his ribs. His laughter faded as he pushed inside me slowly. It had been a very long time for me, and it was a tight fit.

I squirmed under him, desperate to have all of him inside me and the orgasm he denied me earlier. Finally, he seated himself inside me fully. I wiggled again, ready for more.

“Don’t move,” he demanded.

“Then you move,” I quipped.

He did. At the first thrust, I felt an arrow of fire run up my spine. The next made my nipples harden even more. By the fifth I felt the orgasm building between my thighs. A few moments later, I hung on the edge of a brilliant and intense climax. I was wound so tightly I just couldn’t let go. Troy’s thrusts were slowing, and I knew he was close. Oh God, I wasn’t going to be able to come.

As though he were inside my mind, Troy fisted his hand in my hair, tilting my head back. The little pain took my desire up a notch, but it wasn’t enough. His other arm shoved beneath my lower back and he used it to lift my hips up. With the angle changed, he started hitting a spot inside me that I didn’t know existed.

In seconds I was unraveling. My orgasm burst inside me. I made a high keening sound, and my entire body tightened. As he continued to thrust into me, still hitting that spot, Troy drew out the climax until I couldn’t take it anymore. I scratched at his back with my nails.

His hips slammed into mine one last time, a grunt coming from his mouth into mine, and I knew he found his release as he shuddered against me. When he stilled, he slowly pulled out of me but kept his body mostly on mine. I buried my face against his neck and licked the skin just above his collarbone. I jumped when his teeth nipped my ear in retaliation.

“Don’t do anything to turn me on until I can do something about it,” he said.

I grinned against his skin. “And how long will that be? Five minutes?” I teased.

He lifted his head and looked down into my eyes. “Probably a little longer than that.”

“Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour?” I went on, “I know, two hours. You poor baby. You can’t keep up can you?”

Troy growled and pinched my nipple as punishment for my teasing. I yelped and shoved him off me. He rolled onto his back and then out of the bed. I watched as he walked into the bathroom, stripping the condom off as he went.

I yanked the sheet up over my chest and heard the toilet flush and water run before he reappeared. He climbed back onto the bed next to me, lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand. He seemed completely comfortable with his nudity, not bothering to get under the sheet with me. Of course, if my body looked like his, I would probably walk around my house naked constantly.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Now that he didn’t have his tongue in my mouth, I felt awkward. We stared at each other for a while, and the corner of Troy’s mouth kicked up.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless,” he commented.

I spoke my next words without thinking. “I’m just wondering when I get the
let’s not make this a big deal
speech.” I knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say, but it was too late.

Troy scowled fiercely at me. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I searched for the right thing to say but what could I way after that?

“That wasn’t a fucking rhetorical question, Amy. Answer me.”

“I just meant, um, that I understand how this works.”

I blinked, and Troy was suddenly looming over me. I pressed back into the mattress when I saw the fury all over his face.

“That’s the most insulting thing anyone has ever said to me. And you don’t have a fucking clue about how
this
works. If I wanted a fuck buddy, you and I would have had that conversation before I stuck my dick in you.”

I winced. He was supremely pissed off.

“So are you telling me that you thought that we were gonna be fuck buddies and that was it?”

I shrugged. “Not exactly. I just assumed, because of the other women…” I trailed off when he looked even angrier, if that had been possible.

“Were you a virgin just now?” he barked.

I jumped and shook my head.

“Did you honestly expect me to be a virgin?”

Bewildered, I shook my head again. What was it about this guy? Whenever he got angry, I couldn’t speak, only nod or shake my head like a freaking bobble head toy.

“Then why are you holding my past sexual relationships against me?” he asked.

Now I was getting angry. Past? It had been, what, a freaking week since he had sex with someone else?

“It’s difficult for me, Troy, when your
past
sexual relationships have involved four different women in the last five weeks. I don’t want to be judgmental, and I’m aware I kinda am, but I don’t know you very well, and it’s difficult to trust that you won’t continue those relationships after we get involved.”

He appeared to be calming down. “I can see where you’re coming from. But I need you to see where I’m coming from, Amy. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re smart, strong, and sassy without being a complete bitch. I meant what I said. With a woman like you, a man should count himself lucky just to be with you and not get pissed if you want to date a few weeks or even a month or more before you let him into your bed.”

I had nothing to say in response to that. I thought Troy had been playing games, but I was wrong. He meant what he said.

“Can you try this with me, Amy?” he asked, touching the side of my face.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He leaned forward, touching his forehead to mine. “Jesus, woman, you drive me crazy.”

I huffed out an almost silent laugh. “The feeling is mutual,” I said.

“Now, I believe we were discussing recovery time,” Troy said, lowering his mouth to mine. “I think it’s been ten minutes, so I’m good to go.”

I had to agree. He was good.