4. Sam
SAM
I had been home for about twenty minutes after the longest day of my life.
The entire damn day, I’d been rock hard. Since I stepped out this morning and my eyes fell on Avery standing outside in nothing but that thin, threadbare nightshirt that clung to her soft curves in a way that made me want to trace her body with my hands and tongue and lips.
Hell, that little nightshirt made me believe in a higher power.
The sight of her engraved itself into my damn brain and I knew it would be one of the things I’d see as my life flashed before me on my death bed. Not only was her body on full display, but she was so damn adorable it made my teeth ache.
The perfect mix of sexy and sweet.
Everything inside of me, the primal being with baser needs, wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life in a way I knew it wouldn’t be satisfied until he not just had a taste but claimed her. Owned her.
Her soft sugary berry scent had clung to the air of my truck, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit the moment I came home from work, I’d shut the front door, leaned against it, undone my jeans, and pulled out my aching dick.
I shut my eyes the moment I spit on my palm and started to jerk off. Right there in the middle of my living room, like a fucking unhinged animal unable to control its baser urges.
The vision of her in that little nightgown, soft and warm and so fucking beautiful, drifted into my head.
She would have tumbled out of my bed after a night of spoiling my princess with so much pleasure, she’d beg me to stop.
I could see her walking towards me, kneeling in front of me and asking daddy for a treat.
Carefully, with her delicate fingers, she’d pull my pants down and lick the underside of my shaft with her pretty, pink tongue.
My hand would tangle in her wild mass of thick blonde hair as I filled her mouth with inch after inch of my cock.
I came embarrassingly fast with my princess’ name on my tongue.
Sweat dripped down my temples while I tried to catch my breath, my head against the wood of my front door.
I slipped my shirt off and wiped myself off, leaving the top button of my jeans undone.
Once my legs were strong enough, I walked into the kitchen for a glass of ice-cold water.
Chugging it down, I gripped the edge of the counter and shut my eyes.
What the hell was I going to do about my sweet neighbor? I needed to get her attention, get her to trust me and let me in. Give me a chance. What happened to not shitting where you eat? The question floated in my head for less than a second before I batted it away.
Over the years, I’d learned an important life lesson: there would always be a million reasons not to do something, but the only regrets you ever had were the risks you didn’t take.
And I had a feeling taking a chance on my breathtaking neighbor would pay off threefold.
With my head on right and the decision made, I made my way to the fridge to figure out something for dinner when I heard it: a soft, barely-there, almost shy knock on my front door.
Wiping my hands and face, I headed over and opened it without checking the peephole.
Right there, standing at my front door, was my sweet princess.
Her blue eyes widened as she stared at my bare chest.
“Avery? Everything okay?” She opened and shut her mouth as her face and neck turned the prettiest shade of pink.
“Yeah. Umm…” Her voice drifted to nothing. “So-sorry if it’s a bad time, I’ll just—“ She turned quickly, but I was quicker. When I reached for her hand, she looked over her shoulder.
“It’s not a bad time, princess. Never when it comes to you.” The term of endearment slipped past my lips, and I didn’t regret it one bit when hers parted and that small pink tongue I’d just been fantasizing about snuck out to drag its way over her top lip.
“Oh, umm, you sure?”
“Yeah, baby.” I smiled. With a gentle tug, I managed to pull her into my house and shut the door behind her. “What’s up?” Her eyes were set on my chest, her attraction and desire clear as fucking day.
She wants daddy as much as I want my princess. My greedy, horny little angel was checking me out. It made me feel like a goddamn king.
I stood straighter.
Taller.
All to help her get her fill.
I’d never been the kind of man who thrived off getting attention from women. But, Jesus, being under her gaze, having one hundred percent of her attention, felt intoxicating. I’d do anything to get it. Work day and night for her eyes to gobble me up like they were right now.
“I, umm,” she started to say, and I couldn’t help myself.
It was like something took over, this primal, savage being that needed to be closer to her.
I stepped forward and knew exactly how a predator stalking its prey, about to pounce, must feel.
Her eyes widened as she stepped back but never took her blue eyes off me. Nor did she ask me what I was doing.
We did this little dance until I semi-caged her against the wall. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I touched her face, stroking her cheek with the pad of my thumb. So fucking soft.
“Tell me to back off,” I said, but the way she shook her head made me wonder if she was even aware of her actions. I shut my eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply and exhaling slowly.
“What did you need, baby?” I rasped, leaning just a little closer. I dipped my head and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. It was something clean and fucking mouth-watering.
“Oh, umm… I was making dinner and, umm…” She swallowed, and all I wanted to do was lean down the seven to nine inches that separated us and kiss her.
Would she slap me if I did, or would she kiss me back?
“To thank you,” she said, and I blinked.
“What?” I tried to focus and think about what she might have said, but nothing came to me. My brain was fucking blank with only one thing playing on a loop.
Kiss her. My eyes dipped to her beautiful pouty lips and yearned to know how they would feel against mine. Would she like soft, sweet kisses? Or passionate soul-searing ones you felt all the way down to your toes?
“To thank you,” she repeated. I breathed in, the scent of berries and sugar even stronger this close to her.
“Thank me?” I shook my head and forced myself to step back.
“With dinner,” she explained herself all over again. “I cooked and wanted to see if you’ve eaten or—“
“Not yet.”
“Good.” Her eyes brightened with genuine joy, and I had to lock my knees from buckling under me. “Would you like to come over?”
“To your place?”
“I mean… yeah.” Her smile wobbled a little. “Or I can bring you a plate if you don’t want to eat to—“
“I’ll come over,” I cut her off without letting her finish her sentence. “I just need to shower. I, umm,” Fuck! That was when it hit me. I must smell, and here I was, caging her against my wall like some fucking animal. “Can you give me fifteen?”
“Sure. I can go back home and—“
“No.” My hand reached for her because fuck me, I couldn’t seem to resist touching her when she was close. “Stay.”
“Here?” Her blue eyes widened. “While you, umm…” She swallowed, and I couldn’t help the smirk that painted my face. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer she join me, to help daddy scrub his back, but I had a feeling that would be stepping way too far over the line.
One day, though.
Soon.
Because there was no situation or universe in which she wasn’t mine after today.
This morning sealed our future in more ways than she could even imagine. This whole daddy thing in my head had never been something I’d ever even thought of exploring in the past. But it came out so easily around her.
“How about I pour you a glass of…” She smiles at my hesitation. “Wine,” I guessed, and that grin broadened on her stunning face. “And you can snoop around while I get ready.”
“Snoop around?” A sassy, almost bratty, brow rose. My cock started to come back to life as if I hadn’t just jerked off moments before she knocked on my door.
“Whatever you want. Mi casa es tu casa.” She giggled but didn’t say no.
“Okay. I can wait,” she agreed. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Red or white?” I offered, thankful my annoying sisters had left their wines behind last week after their visit.
“Whatever is sweet.” She shrugged, and I licked my lower lip.
Yeah, Avery is definitely mine.
“This was great.” I patted my stomach and relaxed further at her kitchen table.
And I wasn’t lying.
Avery was a fantastic cook. The chicken breasts were flavorful and juicy, the rice fluffy perfection along with the roasted veggies she’d made. It was easily one of the best homemade meals I’d had in a really long time.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “And thank you again for coming to my rescue this morning.” She sipped her water.
When I’d returned from my shower, I was surprised to see her glass was still half full. That was when she admitted that even though the wine was delightful, her words, too fucking adorable, she wasn’t a big drinker.
“Honestly, I don’t know what I would have done without you if you hadn’t saved me.”
“I didn’t do much.” I shook my head, but she surprised me, and maybe the two of us, by the look on her face that flashed quickly when she covered her hand with mine.
“You did,” she insisted. “I was half-asleep and rushing around and… I mean, I made a fool out of myself in front of you, but it could have been worse if the neighbors woke up to me trying to jump through a window or something, if you hadn’t done what you did.”
“You’re welcome, but you have to know you didn’t make a fool out of yourself.” I tangled our fingers together and extended my leg under the table, just enough to hook the bottom of her chair to drag her just a little closer to me. “You were fucking beautiful, Avery.”
“Sam.” She breathed for a beat.
Then another.
I was about to ask her out, to take her for dinner and dancing in town, when she was suddenly up on her feet, stacking plates and avoiding to make eye contact like it was her damn job.