Neighbors With Benefits

47 - Jazz

47

Jazz

The next few days were like a dream.

Work was busy, which kept my mind from drifting too much. And when I got home, Dante was already hard at work on the greenhouse, building planters and moving fertilizer. I changed clothes and joined him, neither of us speaking while the Phillies game played on the radio.

And then we went inside and explored each other’s bodies.

There was something unique about Dante compared to Aiden and Bash. I felt more free with him, like I was a different Jazz without the same inhibitions. Maybe it’s because we hadn’t become good friends before jumping into bed together. My relationship with him was sex, and a mutual appreciation for plants, and that was it.

I didn’t need to worry about his emotions, or wonder if I was catching feels. I could just do whatever felt good in the moment.

I loved every sweaty minute of it.

Dante had another rugby game on Saturday night. He told me not to come, but I drove there anyways and sat in the stands. When he noticed me there, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head like he disapproved.

But after every big play, I noticed him glancing toward the stands. Like he wanted to make sure I was watching.

“You’re probably too tired to hang out ,” I said while walking to our cars after the game.

“I probably am,” he agreed. “But that’s never stopped me before.”

His motorcycle was parked in the very back corner by itself, so I had parked my car there too in solidarity. When we reached them, he glanced back at the other players. None of them were close, and the overhead lights didn’t reach this far.

“What?” I asked.

“Just checking something,” he replied.

Then he opened one of the doors, practically shoved me into the backseat, and climbed on top of me. Somehow, he got the door closed while shimmying off my leggings and panties. Within seconds I was soaking wet, and he sank into me with wonderful ease. He tasted like sweat and smelled faintly of musk, all of which suited him. All of which turned me on.

Just like in my office, neither of us lasted very long.

We got into a nice routine. Working on the greenhouse together in comfortable silence, taking separate showers, and then meeting up again to fuck. Because this wasn’t just sex: it was hard, passionate, mindless fucking . The kind that always satisfied me, yet always left me excited for more.

“All right,” he said one evening after hooking up at his place. “You should get going.”

“So you’ve had your way with me, and now you’re kicking me out?” I asked with mock offense.

Dante nodded once. “I’ve got shit to do. This is still just casual, right? Or do you want to cuddle?”

“Just casual,” I agreed while putting my clothes on. “You don’t seem like the cuddling type, anyway.”

He rose from the bed, still nude, and gave me a kiss that was softer and more sensual than I was used to from the hard-edged man. “I like to cuddle. Sometimes.” Then he smacked my ass. “But not tonight.”

It was relieving hearing my boundaries reiterated by him. This was just casual. Nothing serious. We were neighbors, and lovers, but that was it. I liked how clear-cut the relationship was.

Yet I couldn’t help but wonder…

We made a lot of progress on the greenhouse the next day. At this point we had enough planters for all of my plants and the ones he wanted to move over. Now we were just building the rest of them so we would have room to expand. “Might as well finish all of them while we have the tools out,” he explained while wiping sweat from his forehead.

“You just want to stare at my ass some more,” I teased.

His eyes drifted down and stopped on my tight leggings. “Fuck yeah I do. It’s making me think about what I want to do to you, later.”

I slowly bent over to pick up an empty planter. “I’m listening.”

“Well,” Dante said in a lusty voice, “I’ll hold you down on the bed and spend a while devouring you. Licking every inch of your body until you’re putty in my hands, and only then fucking you.”

“Mmm.”

“Or maybe we’ll skip the foreplay tonight,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. They glistened with sweat. “Maybe I’ll rip your clothes off, bend you over the couch, and pound you until you’re screaming.”

I grinned at him. “I kind of like that plan. The only problem is waiting until we’re done.”

He put down the tool that was in his hand. “I could be done right now.”

A car door slammed, and both of us perked up. Dante left the greenhouse first, so I followed, walking around the edge of my house so we could see toward the driveway.

An Uber was driving away, revealing a tall, blond-haired man with a huge grin on his face.

“Bash!” I exclaimed.

He hefted his suitcase. “I’m home.”