Chapter 3

3

Jenson

H olly groaned and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in her arms. I chuckled and stroked a hand down her spine. I'd been waiting for her to wake up for a couple of hours now. I didn't have much time before I needed to head to work. I was only supposed to be gone long enough to grab some paperwork I'd left this morning, but then I'd pulled in and seen her piece of shit boyfriend throwing her out the front door, and all of my plans went off the fucking rails.

I still wanted to break his nose. Maybe even hospitalize him for touching her like that. If I hadn't pulled into my driveway, what would he have ended up doing to her? How badly would he have hurt her?

She softly moaned as my fingertips feathered over her back. "Jenson," she mumbled.

"Yes?" I breathed, moving over to press a kiss to the shell of her ear. Her breath hitched in her throat. When I slid my hand over the sweet curve of her toned ass, she wiggled a little, pushing her backside further against my hand, a soft sigh leaving her lips. I'd seen her running every morning since she'd been home, and fuck, I'd enjoyed it a lot more than I probably should have.

Everything about this woman drew me in and kept me trapped.

Ever since I'd caught her getting herself off, moaning my name after, I'd been fucking hooked on her. I'd admired her from afar, but I never thought I'd have a chance with her. She was young and in college. Any number of guys her age would be clambering for her attention. Didn't make sense that she would want me.

Until she came home from her college break and moaned my name in that sweet voice.

The game did an entire one-eighty for me right then, and I knew I needed her as my own. It was a primal urge triggering my baser instincts to claim her as my own. To never let another son of a bitch touch her.

The thought of her boyfriend touching her had a growl crawling up my throat, and I pushed her hair aside, nuzzling her neck. Gripping her hip, I rolled her onto her side, cupping one of her tits in my hand. It was heavy and full, filling my palm without overflowing. She whimpered, her eyes closing as she savored my touch. And the sexiest little moan spilled from her lips when I brushed my thumb over her nipple.

She was so damn eager. So openly needy. I couldn't get enough of it.

"You going to let me in that tight pussy, doll?" I rumbled in her ear before nipping at her lobe.

She trembled, nodding her head. "Yes. Please. I want that. So bad," she unashamedly begged. My dick was so hard at the sound of her pleading, at the desperation in her sweet voice, that I couldn't help but thrust against her ass, letting her feel me and how badly I wanted to be inside of her. My balls were heavy and full, aching to empty a load into her sweet cunt.

I pushed her shirt up so her breasts were exposed to the cooler air of the room, and she shivered. I tweaked each of her nipples with my thumb and pointer finger, pulling at them until they were tight little buds. She rocked back against me, her breathing quickening.

Impatiently, I shoved her leggings down, and she kicked them the rest of the way off. A pretty, blue, lace long barely covered her core from my hungry eyes. Drawing in a deep breath, I moaned. She smelled good enough to fucking eat, and damn did I want to.

"Jenson, I need you inside of me," she panted.

I stroked my fingers over her slick heat. Her thong was damp with her arousal, spurring me on. She ground against my hand, desperately seeking more pressure. Curling my arm around her, I continued to play with her sensitive nipples, leaving her nothing but a writhing, needy mess on my mattress.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me, Holly?" I growled in her ear, stroking harder. She gave a half-sob, so needy for me, she could barely seem to think. I rubbed her clit harder, needing her to fall apart for me before I sank inside of her. "Tell me, doll. How long have you gotten off to thoughts of me sinking inside of you? Of tongue fucking your sweet cunt?"

"Too many to count," she panted. " Please ," she begged again.

I rolled her to her stomach before yanking her hips up into the air. She shook, her face buried in the mattress. Her entire body was trembling in anticipation.

After pulling a condom on, I shoved her thong aside and stroked my cock between her folds. She gasped, pushing back on me, forcing an inch of me inside of her. I growled, my hand gripping her hip. She pushed back a little more, her cunt taking me like a pro.

Fuck, I loved that she knew what she wanted and took it without shame.

"Hold on, doll," I warned her. Then, I shoved the rest of the way inside of her and began to fuck her from behind hard and fast, stroking in and out of her soft, silky walls. She was sobbing, words tumbling out of her mouth so fast, I couldn't understand her. But I knew she was enjoying this, knew she was trying to beg me to never stop because she kept thrusting back on me, taking everything I was giving her.

She screamed when I reached beneath her and began to rub her clit. Tears were streaking down her cheeks as her walls tightened around me. "Jenson!" she screamed, trying to push my hand away. But I only stroked harder, forcing another orgasm from her tender body.

"Little longer, doll," I snarled, fucking into her harder. She moaned. Sobbed. Whimpered. Cried. All for me. "I just need one more, Holly. Give me one more."

She fisted the sheets in her hands and came undone for a third time, crying my name into the mattress. I spilled inside the condom, my hips jerking, my vision momentarily going white.

This sweet, needy, desperate little blonde had just given me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my entire fucking life.

She was stuck with me. I was never letting her go.

Holly

I must have passed back out because when I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the curtains, and Jenson was gone, the house silent. When I rolled over, my hand smacked into a note. Groaning, I sat up, grabbing it from the bed.

Doll,

I have to go to work. I would have woken you up and kissed you goodbye, but I couldn't risk running later than I already am. And a kiss from you would just make me fall back into bed.

Feel free to use my shower if you want. I'll see you later, and that's a fucking promise.

Jenson

My heart skipped a beat in my chest, and a broad smile split my lips. He was promising to see me again. What happened between us wasn't a one-and-done deal. Thank fuck. Because I was hooked on him. I wanted more. So much more. Being with him was better than anything my mind could have dreamed up.

He wrecked my world.

Groaning at the pleasant soreness in my body, I slid out of Jenson's comfortable bed, wincing when I stood up. My body was sore from how rough Jenson had been, but I also had never felt better. More relaxed. Refreshed. He'd shown me how good it could feel when a man really knew how to take care of a woman's body.

And fuck, I was pretty sure I could never settle for anything less ever again.

I tugged on my leggings before putting my bra back on. I peeked outside. Both of my parents' cars were gone, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't ready to explain what I was doing coming out of Jenson's house, no doubt smelling like sex. My parents were dumb; they knew I was having sex. But I knew fucking my much older neighbor wouldn't go over well.

Hoping none of the nosy neighbors were outside, I slipped out of Jenson's house and quickly rushed back over to mine, praying I didn't get spotted.

While a shower in Jenson's bathroom with his body wash and shampoo would have no doubt been damn near amazing, I had no clothes over there. And I could not put back on a used thong. A shudder wracked through my body at the mere thought of it. That was… ick.

My phone was still on my nightstand when I got back in the house, and I quickly grabbed it, my heart racing at the sight of a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: I had the most amazing time of my life with you yesterday and this morning. Save this number, doll. I'm not nearly done with you yet.

I sighed like a lovesick fool before saving Jenson's number and texting him back.

Holly: How did you get my number?

Jenson: Where there is a will, there's always a way, doll. And that's for me to know. Now hop in the shower. I'll see you later.

Holly: How did you know I haven't showered yet?

Jenson: Because I have cameras in every room in my house. Now do as I said, doll.

He had cameras? Fuck, why did that turn me on so much?

Jenson: Stop staring at your phone and do as I said.

I rolled my eyes before setting my phone down. Walking over to my window, I flipped his house the bird just out of playful spite, and my phone vibrated a moment later. I almost tripped over my feet in my rush to get back to it.

Jenson: I saw that, doll. Keep on, and my hand will be coloring your ass. Shower. Now.

I giggled before skipping to my bathroom, feeling more energized than I had in a long time. And it was all because of my sinfully hot, older, off-limits neighbor.

"Where were you yesterday afternoon?" Mom asked, setting a plate of food in front of me. I'd been asleep when she and Dad had gotten home, and neither of them had bothered me for dinner since I was apparently snoring, which they knew I only did when I was exhausted. When I'd finally woken up, my parents were both asleep, and I had a text from Jenson, telling me to come over when I woke up.

So, I'd snuck out of my house and into his and spent the night with him. I'd managed to drag my groggy ass back home early this morning when Jenson left for work.

Jenson still wasn't home yet, and he'd texted me a little while ago to let me know today would be a late day, and he probably wouldn't be able to see me today, promising he'd make it up as soon as he could. And surprisingly, I believed him. Jenson didn't strike me as the kind of man to lie. I just hated that I wouldn't be seeing him today.

"At Ginger's," I lied. I knew if she called to confirm it, my best friend would cover for me. She always did. But my mom was trying to be better about giving me freedom now that I technically didn't live at home anymore. Technically , this was just a visit.

"Was everything okay?" Mom asked. "You left your phone."

I shrugged. "Needed to step away for a minute," I lied. She frowned at me. "I, uh..." I blew out a soft breath. This would break my mother's heart because she actually really liked my douchebag ex-boyfriend. And he was definitely an ex after what happened yesterday. "Derrick has been cheating on me with Madelyn the entire time I've been gone. I found out yesterday."

Dad dropped his fork to his plate with a loud clatter, and Mom gasped in surprise. "Do I need to have a talk with him?" Dad asked.

I shook my head. Jenson had taken care of everything. My parents didn't need to know how out of hand everything got. I was wearing a thin, long-sleeved shirt, and it hid the bruise on my wrist well… A bruise that Jenson hated. He got a dark look in his eyes every time he saw it.

"No, Dad. I handled it. He won't be coming around anymore."

He nodded once. "He gives you any problems, you let me know."

I smiled at him. "I will, Dad." I reached over and patted Mom's hand, hating the disappointed look on her face. "There will be plenty of other men, Mom. Not all high school sweethearts make it once the time comes for college." She and Dad had been exactly that—high school sweethearts. They'd faced all their struggles together, coming out the other side even stronger.

She sighed. "I had such high hopes for him," she murmured. She shook her head. "Well, honey, I'm just glad you were smart enough to cut ties. Once a cheater, they're normally always a cheater."

I sighed. She was definitely right about that, and I wouldn't be made a fool of. I'd already blocked Madelyn on all my social media accounts. Her new little boyfriend could tell her why I'd blocked her and was ignoring her.

Besides, after being with Jenson yesterday and this morning, I already knew I'd lost nothing by losing Derrick.

Instead, I'd gained everything .