Grump Next Door, page 5
Every time he’d seen her, she’d been in a chirpy mood, but had she really?
“You stopped being you?” Dylan asked.
“For my husband, that is exactly what I did, and it made me feel like a fool. While I tried to accommodate him, all he cared about was screwing his mistress. I don’t know. I was used and taken for a fool, and I lost years on that mess. I’m not wasting another minute, so if I want to decorate my kitchen three times to get it the way I want it, then that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Good for you.”
“What about you?” she asked. “Are you doing anything you had stopped doing for your ex-wife?”
He thought about it and the truth was, no, he wasn’t. His ex-wife had hated Christmas, other than the gift giving—she was very much into presents and being spoiled. Dylan remembered he had to always do one better than the previous year. She always seemed to know how expensive everything was. Flowers were a no, as were chocolates because she was constantly watching her figure.
“No, I’m not,” he said.
There was a time he’d have loved to dress his house up for the holidays, all of them. In fact, he recalled telling his wife to do so, and he’d been so looking forward to when he got home, but when he did, he found all the decorations in the trash. Her response when he asked her why was that she wasn’t a child and didn’t do nonsense like that.
So they never did anything for Halloween or Thanksgiving. In fact, if he even suggested they celebrate Thanksgiving, he’d get a whole night of her screaming and yelling at him about her weight. Christmas was a definite no, unless he got someone else to bring a tree and then clean it. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?
He’d done it all, because he had thought he was doing the right thing, marrying the woman who was potentially carrying his baby, but he’d been taken for a fool.
Robin stopped in front of him and took his hands in hers. “Then don’t you think it’s time you embraced who you are, and remember it? That’s what I’ve been trying to do. I have this period of time before my ex, then I have my ex, and now I’m me again. It has taken me time to realize that we don’t have to be different people. We can be free.”
He looked into her beautiful brown eyes. Dylan knew if given the chance, he could stare into them for the rest of his life. Robin’s gaze brought him a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“So, you won’t have any problem if I do this.” Dylan reached down and picked her up.
Robin instantly began to scream. She wriggled in his arms but he heard the laughter in her voice.
“No, Dylan, no, put me down. Don’t you dare.”
“You said to put you down.” He’d already walked several feet into the ocean, and then he dropped them both down.
Robin wriggled out of his arms, and before she could get to her feet, he got to his and began to take off.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Robin said. She had caught up to him, jumping on his back, attempting to take him down, but he wouldn’t let her.
He tried not to think about the fact her pussy was right next to his back, or that he imagined he could feel the heat of her surrounding him.
Now was not the time to be getting aroused.
Chapter Six
Three Days Later
“I am so pleased you don’t want to go exploring,” Dylan said.
Robin kept her eyes closed, even behind the sunglasses. They’d been at this luxury island for the past three days, and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so relaxed. They didn’t have any Internet signal at all, so they were completely away from that kind of technology. They’d enjoyed evenings of watching movies and all other kinds of luxuries that didn’t require a signal to get online. It was peaceful.
“What is there to explore? It’s a beautiful island and if we ever come here again, maybe we can go exploring, but you, my friend, need to relax.” She had a feeling Dylan needed to embrace relaxation and just enjoy some time away from life. They were still able to be contacted via telephone and she’d given the builder their number in case he needed it.
Until they were back home, there was no point in worrying. All of that was for after they found some inner peace.
They had set up two loungers in front of the house, and they were both sitting, just enjoying the late afternoon sun. Neither of them had gotten up early, and so enjoyed a late lunch together before taking a walk along the beach, and then coming back to relax.
She heard Dylan move and she opened her eyes, glancing over in his direction. He wore a pair of swim shorts, that was all, and was currently getting a tan all over.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to rub some of this in?” Dylan asked.
“Did you set an alarm?” Robin asked. She heard a little bleep before he’d gotten up.
“I want a tan, I don’t want to burn.”
This made her laugh, but she swung her legs off the side of the lounger and moved toward him, taking the bottle of cream from his hands, smearing it over hers, and then applying it to his back. She hummed as she did this, trying not to think about how good his back felt, or the defined muscles beneath her touch.
In the past couple of weeks, she had started to notice Dylan more and more, as a man. Not just as her neighbor. She had enjoyed him staying with her, which had become a shock to her, because she didn’t think she’d like it so much. Dylan was actually a lot of fun to be around, and she had noticed they were quite similar in their interests.
Dylan hadn’t necessarily been hurt. She did believe him when he said he didn’t love his wife. He’d already explained their situation—her saying she was pregnant and him attempting to do the right thing. It had all been lies. Dylan was angry.
He’d been a gentleman, and his ex had thrown everything into his face. If she ever saw that woman, she had a feeling she’d slap her.
Robin tried to think of everything else, like going back home and dealing with the problem in Dylan’s kitchen. She tried not to acknowledge the feel of him beneath her touch. How hard and good he felt. His skin was soft to the touch, even though at the same time he was also hard.
She felt an instant hit of heat between her thighs and wanted to ignore it. She and Dylan were friends, nothing more, nothing less. Just friends. Some would say grumpy friends.
She gritted her teeth and then pulled away. “All done. You are now protected from the sun.”
Moving back to her lounger, she was pretty sure she felt him stroke the outside of her thigh, but there was no way he was doing that.
“I think you’re going to need some cream,” he said.
She glanced over at him and he’d already sunk to one knee, and now he touched her leg. He started at her calf and his touch was so soft, she nibbled her lip, and then forced a smile.
“Okay,” she said, holding her hand out for the lotion, but she’d left it with Dylan.
“Take your shirt off,” he said. “I’ll apply this, you sit back and relax. Imagine you’re getting a massage.”
She wore a one-piece bathing suit underneath the shirt. Robin felt a little nervous, but she removed the shirt from her body and folded it up beside her chair.
Dylan had removed his sunglasses, but she didn’t dare look into his eyes, just in case. She didn’t know what she might find, but she’d rather keep the illusion inside her head.
She tensed up as he started at her feet, more importantly, her ankles. Robin had never considered her feet erogenous zones but with Dylan touching her, she was struggling to keep focus. A little moan escaped her.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“You know it does.”
He gave a little chuckle and that sounded so incredibly sexy to her. It was deep, guttural, and made her want to place his hand right between her thighs, and have him touch her right there.
This was crazy. She had never been a highly sexual woman. Even her ex had told her she was boring. Other than her husband, Robin hadn’t been with any other man. Pressing her lips together, she tried not to think or react.
Dylan slowly moved up her body, and this time, she couldn’t deny herself a glance at him. He looked so deep in concentration as he slowly worked up her thigh. The tips of his fingers were so close to her pussy, but she didn’t dare say a word, and just watched, waiting for him to make the next move. He was still the perfect gentleman as he didn’t touch between her thighs.
However, he wasn’t done until he touched her arms, and then he insisted on her moving onto her front so he could continue to do her back. She felt her mouth go dry as she rolled over.
He worked her arms and shoulders and she had a feeling this man had a gift with his hands. Never in her life had she felt so relaxed.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“You have no idea how good it feels.”
He finished with her arms and back and then moved down toward the back of her thighs and legs. He started once again at her ankles, but then slowly worked his way up her thighs.
She moaned again and felt a little guilt because her massage was nowhere near this good, but then, when he got to the edge of her suit, Dylan didn’t stop there. At first, the tips of his fingers grazed beneath the fabric.
Robin’s eyes opened, and then he got a bit bolder and more of his hands slid beneath the suit. Arousal flooded her pussy. It was so unexpected, and when he gripped the flesh of her ass, Robin couldn’t take it. She pulled away, stumbling off the lounger, and then running back to the house, a little shocked by her own response to his touch.
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Dylan couldn’t believe what he’d done.
It had been innocent enough, just applying lotion to her body. He’d already seen that she was starting to burn. He was trying to be a considerate gentleman. The moment he touched her body, though, all bets were off.
Her body was soft, curvy, and so fucking tempting. He just couldn’t help himself. While massaging her body, he had gotten the hardest erection he’d ever experienced. He kept telling himself to behave, to do the right thing, and then, that ass, the fullness, it had been too much for him, and he’d been unable to help himself. The way she reacted, he felt like a fucking monster.
Taking off back to the house, he found her bedroom door was open, and he stepped through, going to the bathroom door, which was closed to him.
“Robin,” he said, placing his hand against the door. “Please, come out, I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that and I apologize.” He had this horrible feeling she was curled up sobbing and hating the fact that he touched her. He’d never done anything like that before.
The door opened and Robin appeared as she opened it. There were no tears. Her face was bright red.
“It’s fine,” Robin said.
She didn’t quite look at him.
“I’ll arrange for me to leave,” Dylan said. “You can enjoy the rest of this vacation—”
“Shut up,” Robin said. “You don’t need to leave.”
“I’ve upset you and you can’t even look at me.”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “I’m not upset and I can look at you, Dylan. I … I’ve never been touched like that before, and it … created feelings.”
He watched her and he saw her lips press together.
“Wow, I have no idea why I’m telling you this. It’s like I can’t help myself.”
“You’ve never been touched on your ass?” Dylan asked.
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t. My ex was more missionary position and lights off. Once everything was done, that was it, and back to bed.” She took a deep breath. “Your touch was … amazing.”
He saw the flush on her chest and the points of her nipples. Dylan couldn’t fight this. He wanted to give her space but at the same time, all he wanted to do was touch her. It was a battle, but the need to touch her won, and he took a step toward her then reached out to stroke her cheek.
“I find it very hard to believe your husband could be close to you and not want to touch you.”
“Ex-husband, and trust me, he never touched me like that, or like this.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his knuckles.
He’d stroked her cheek and now he cupped it, then sunk his fingers into her luscious brown locks and closed the distance between them by pulling her in close. Staring into her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. She was so beautiful.
“What about this?” he asked, and then slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her.
At first, Robin didn’t respond. Her arms were down by her side, and Dylan had never felt anything like her lips before either. She felt incredible, like her body was meant to belong to him, like she was designed to be his.
He couldn’t get enough of her. The feel of her tits against him and her soft body—it was exactly what he’d been searching for all his life.
Then, Robin responded. She slid her hands up his body and wrapped them around his neck, drawing him closer to her. She was amazing.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, and he got the response he was looking for as she released a gasp and then he slid inside her mouth. Another moan escaped her.
He felt an answering pulse between his thighs as his dick hardened once again. When he thought he’d upset her, his dick hadn’t been happy, but now he was fucking ecstatic as she kissed him back.
Wrapping an arm around her, he slid his hand up to the nape of her neck, then back down again toward her ass. He heard her slight gasp as he gripped her ass tightly and drew her closer to him, so she knew exactly how aroused he was by her.
His cock was so fucking hard. It had been a long time since he’d wanted to fuck.
With Robin he didn’t just want to take her to bed, he wanted to explore her whole body. Letting go of her neck, he continued to kiss her but slid his hand to her shoulder, teasing at the strap of her bathing suit. He wanted to finally see those full, ripe tits.
Robin didn’t pull back or do anything to stop him, so he slowly slid the strap down her body. He couldn’t believe her ex-husband didn’t take the time to explore her body.
Breaking from the kiss, he knew he had to give her the chance to stop.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
“I don’t want to.”
They both moaned and then he did the same to the second strap, slowly pulling it down until it fell off her shoulders and down toward her hips.
Dylan wanted to give himself a pat on the back for not immediately looking at her tits. He stared into her eyes, wanting to gauge her reaction to what they were doing.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Yes. Do you?”
He took her hand and placed it right on his hard dick.
“Yes, hell yes, I want this.”
She tightened her grip around his length and then let go.
He expected her to pull away as reality of what they were doing set in, but then she wriggled out of her suit and stood before him completely naked.
She was nervous. Her hands kept clenching and releasing, as if she didn’t quite know what to do with them. She nibbled her bottom lip and her gaze kept roaming across his body, before returning to his gaze.
“If you want to stop. If this isn’t what you want—”
He banded an arm around her waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her, silencing all her concerns. She didn’t need to be nervous around him.
“This is what I want, Robin.” He broke the kiss, but this time he did so to slowly trail his lips toward her neck.
He flicked his tongue across her pulse and then nibbled, loving the sound of her sudden intake of breath. This time, he put both of his hands on her ass, stroking across the tender flesh and then gripping tightly, feeling that she was more than a handful, which was exactly what he liked. Perfection, as far as he was concerned.
Stepping toward the bed, he moved them both toward the goal, and when the backs of her legs hit the bed, he followed her down.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.
Exploring her body was a dream—one he wasn’t going to stop having.
He started at her lips, kissing them just once this time, but then he trailed down toward her neck, taking his time, licking, kissing, and sucking. There was a tiny nibble when he couldn’t contain himself, but then he ventured down toward her tits. Taking them in his hands, he pushed them together and then flicked his tongue across each hard nipple. They were so tight and he flicked each bud, then moved his teeth around each tip, hearing her gasp.
He soothed out the pain with his tongue and then explored down, going toward the apex of her thighs. He touched her knees, spreading her legs as he moved between the inside of her thighs, and stroked all the way up, going toward her apex.
She whimpered.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to taste you.”
“What?”
“I’m going to lick this sweet pussy.”
“But … isn’t that what porn stars and er, books do?”
Dylan was taken aback. “What?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. You don’t have to do that.”
He had a feeling the ex had told her some lies. “Let me show you how good this can be. If you don’t like it, we stop. Just tell me to stop.”
She nodded and he waited for her to relax back down, and then he looked at her pretty pussy. There was a small thatch of hair covering her pussy, and he saw how wet she was. The scent of her made his mouth water for a taste, and he used his fingers to open her slit, staring down at her sweet cunt. He wanted this to be good for her.
Dylan had a feeling her ex had never satisfied. He didn’t even know if she’d ever reached an orgasm. If he ever met the bastard, he was going to fucking kill him, no doubt about it.
Sliding his tongue across her clit, he felt Robin jolt beneath his touch as she tried to get accustomed to the feel of his touch. He went easy on her at first, allowing her to get accustomed to what he was doing. Then, little by little, he went harder. From his tongue, he sucked her clit into his mouth, and then once she could handle that, he used his teeth.
