THE NEIGHBOR'S SON - Rakhibul hasan (books to read in your 30s .TXT) 📗

Keep the money.”

 

“I can‟t keep this money. I didn‟t earn it. Please take it back. If you‟re not going to let me finish the job, at least take the money back.”

 

I let out another heavy breath. He was a stubborn one that Cade. I reached out and grabbed the money out of his hands. I figured he wasn‟t going to leave me alone until I did.

 

“Thank you,” I mouthed before stepping to the other side of the room to set the money on a coffee table.

 

When I turned my gaze back to Cade, I found him staring intently at me. It was as if he was trying to read my thoughts. His once vibrant, sparkling blue eyes were now clouded with frustration and pain. I felt awful for him, but I believed I was doing the right thing by keeping him away from me. Getting involved with him would‟ve been a huge mistake. Huge.

 

Cade drew in a deep breath and shoved the wallet back in his pocket. “Well, that‟s all I came here for. I won‟t bother you anymore, Sidney.”

 

He gave me one final questioning look before spinning on his heel and heading for the front door. While staring at the back of his head, I felt overcome with sadness. I knew that once he walked out of that door, I was never going to see him again. But something happened. Something made him freeze when he reached the door. He gripped the handle but wouldn't turn it. He just stood there, staring at his feet for a few long seconds before jerking his body aro und toward me.

 

“You know what, Sidney? I lied. I‟m not sorry I kissed you this morning in the pool.” He took a couple of long steps and suddenly he was hovering over me. I gulped down a breath, too startled to move or speak. He had his hands in fists and I wasn't sure if he was about to shake me or kiss me. The volume and the harshness in his voice went up another notch. “I enjoyed the crap out of that kiss and I know you enjoyed it too. And if I had to do it all over again, I would.”

 

“Please. Lower your voice, Cade,” I whispered.

 

“No, Sidney. I will not lower my voice. I will not keep it down," he snapped, gripping my shoulders and drawing me into his body. I could smell a faint trace of alcohol on his breath. His lips were now dangerously close to mine. "That‟s all I‟ve been doing since the day I met you. I'm tired of keeping it down. I'm sick of pretending I don't have these feelings for you. I‟m done pretending and I don't give a damn what people think or say.”

 

His hands slid down my arms and moved to circle my waist. "I haven‟t been able to get you out of my head since the day I met you. I walk up and down the block several times a day trying to get a glimpse of you going to work or picking up your mail. I know that sounds a little

 

 

stalkerish but I can't help it. You have gotten under my skin, Sidney. I can't get over you. I don't want to get over you. I thought you were married. That's the only reason I kept my feelings to myself and chose to admire you from afar. But now that I know you don't belong to a nyone, there's no way I'm letting anyone or anything keep me away from you."

 

One of his hands traveled up to brush strands of hair off my face. His other hand stayed on my waist. “I lay awake at night thinking about touching you, kissing you, wondering wha t it‟d feel like to make love to you. I get hard just picturing you in those hot yoga pants you were wearing the day we met. I‟ve jerked myself raw just imagining how tight your pussy would feel around my cock. I‟ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want you, Sidney MacDougal.” He didn‟t need to tell me how badly he wanted me. I could feel his hard as a rock, throbbing cock pushing against my belly.

 

“Please Cade,” I whispered. “Stop saying those things. You have to stop thinking about me that way.”

 

“Why?” he asked, pulling back and dropping his arms to his sides. His voice was now softer but still full of angst. “Why Sidney?”

I lowered my voice even more. “You know why. You‟re too young for me.”

 

Cade groaned, backing away from me and throwing his hands in the air. “Who gives a shit about how old I am or how old you are?”

“I do. And you do too. You just don‟t realize it yet.”

 

Cade placed his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. “And who made you an expert on what I care or don‟t care about?”

 

“You don‟t want me, Cade. What you‟re feeling for me will pass. You need to go find girls your own age. Girls you have things in common with. Once you do, you‟ll forget all about me.”

 

Cade shook his head slowly. A bitter laugh fell from his lip as he scratched his forehead.

 

“You think I‟m just some stupid kid who‟s trying to score with the hot neighbor lady, don‟t you? You think I‟m trying to nail you so I can go brag about it to my friends. Is that it?”

 

“Well... Why else would a guy like you be interested in someone like me?”

 

Cade chuckled and shook his head. "Someone like you? You make it sound like you're some sort of hideous creature locked up in an attic somewhere." Like a lion in the jungle that had just spotted its lunch, Cade sauntered back toward me. Anger no longer clouded his beautiful eyes and a lustful, lopsided grin curled his lips. I retreated but he kept coming. My heart skipped a bit. The last time he came at me like that, we almost ended up fucking each other senseless in the pool. I was able to fight temptation then. I didn't think I could do it a second time. I kept backing away but soon I found myself trapped between a hard wall and his imposing, testosterone- fueled body hovering over me.

 

“You think you have me all figured out, don‟t you? Yo u know nothing about me, Sidney. But I‟m going to make sure you learn a few things about me tonight.”

 

Those words, and the flames of desire burning behind his half- hooded eyes, sent a cold sweat down my spine. I opened my mouth to make another argument aga inst what we were doing, but Cade didn‟t let me utter a single word. He cupped both sides of my face and crushed my lips with his, drowning out what little was left of my self- control. His hands moved from my face to lay flat on the wall while his restless, talented tongue continued to plunder mine. All my senses were compromised from the sheer passion of that kiss. It was just as raw, frantic, and hungry as the kiss we shared in the pool earlier, but this time I did not have the soundness of mind or the willpower to push him away. It was game over for me.

 

 

“Tell me, Sidney. Did that feel like the kiss of some stupid boy with a crush?” he asked after pulling back. I let out a sharp breath while the heat of that kiss continued to burn my lips. Too overwhelmed to speak or even open my eyes, I shook my head while holding on to the wall behind me. My heart went on another sprint when his hands moved to undo the ties of my robe. He tugged at them and I let go of the wall, just in time for the robe to slide down my shoulders and pool at my feet. My heart was beating so fast I was certain Cade could hear it. My entire body shivered in anticipation of what he‟d do next.

 

“Spread your legs, Sidney,” Cade breathed against my lips, his voice low, raspy, and incredibly sexy. I did as commanded without objection or delay. I was his to do with as he pleased that night. There was no point in pretending otherwise. With my eyes closed, I listened to his labored breathing and the sound of my own heart slamming in my chest. I could feel his eyes roaming all over my body but I kept mine shut. "Open your eyes, Sidney," he demanded after a while. I did, slowly, and found his gaze boring into me. The fire burning behind his glassy blue eyes was both exhilarating and a little terrifying. A sly grin curled his lips. Something told me I was in for the night of my life.

Breathe.

 

Cade kept one hand on the wall while the other crawled under the front of my shorts and panties. We both let out sharp gasps against each other‟s mouths when his impatient fingers speared into my sensitive, throbbing flesh. I cried out, both from the pain of Cade‟s teeth closing around my lower lip and the roughness of his long fingers sinking into me. “What about this,

 

Sidney? Does this feel like the touch of a stupid kid who doesn‟t know what he‟s doing?” We kept gasping and moaning against each other‟s mouths, biting each other‟s lips as Cade curled his fingers deeper and deeper inside me, soaking them with my arousal. “Jesus, you‟re so fucking wet already,” he growled.

 

Cade dragged his lips from my lips to my ear and whispered in a slow, sexy drawl. “I‟m going to make love to you tonight, Sidney MacDougal. Scratch that. I‟m going to fuck you like I know you‟ve never been fucked before. I‟m going to rip those little shorts off you and you‟re going to scream my name so loud, people are going to think you‟re being murdered. When I‟m done with you, you won‟t even remember your own name. I‟m going to make sure of it.”

 

How my heart was still beating inside my chest after that, I‟ll never know. His lips wasted no time, slamming against mine and turning my brain to mush. While our lips collided into another furious, desperate kiss, his palms wrapped around my ass and effortlessly lifted me clear off the ground. I snaked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Without breaking our kiss for a single second, we began to move, racing up the stairs without stumbling or tripping. When my feet touched the floor again, we were in my bedroom.

 

I wanted him inside me so badly. I had never felt that kind of desire before, not with Peter, not with anyone else. The throbbing between my legs was overwhelming, borderline painful. I was drunk with lust, whimpering inside Cade's mouth, sucking his tongue, biting his lip. Sweat was already running down my spine. With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of his t-shirt and awkwardly pulled it over his head. After tossing it on the floor, I reached for his belt buckle. I started fumbling with it, but Cade had other ideas in mind. I let out a small shriek when he flipped me around and pressed my back against his front. His rough, punishing hands wasted no time crawling underneath the front of my tank top to cup and squeeze my bare breasts.

 

“Oh my God, Cade,” I cried out. His hands were merciless, squeezing, pulling and pinching my poor nipples so hard, I thought he was going to rip them off me. They stopped briefly to get my tank top out of the way. After flinging it over my head and hurling it across the

 

 

room, they resumed their ruthless assault. I reached behind Cade to grab a handful of his hair as a tsunami of sensations rippled through my body. It was all too much: his hands furiously stroking my breasts, his teeth nibbling the bottom of