The Girl Next Door
The Boy Next Door Chapter 53

Three years later...

strokes.

I roll over and stretch out an arm, only to replace the space next to me empty and the sheets already cooling. I crack open an eye and glance around the room. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the vast stretch of space with pink and purple Where the hell did that girl disappear to?

I throw off the covers and pad over to the bathroom.

Empty.

I don't bother to put on clothes. It's just the two of us. I surprised Alyssa with a weeklong vacation at the beach. One of my father's friends owns a house on Kiawah Island in South Carolina right on the ocean. We can hear the crash of the waves from our bedroom window. It's the perfect sound to fall asleep to with Alyssa tucked in my arms.

I pad down the stairs to the first floor. The scent of fresh brewed coffee permeates the air and the door to the patio is open. I should have known that she was out here on the deck. She can't get enough of the fresh salty air.

I push open the screen door and replace her sitting at the small iron table, staring out at the water in the distance. There's something hypnotic about the waves as they roll onto the sandy stretch of shore. "Hey," I greet, "you're up early."

Her eyes flicker to mine before widening when she gets a good look at me. A chuckle escapes as her lips bow up at the corners. Her gaze skims down my naked body before settling on my c**k. That's all it takes for me to stiffen right up. "Decided to forego clothing, I see."

I arch a brow. "Is that a complaint?"

I'll tell you what, there was nothing but moans coming from her when I was buried balls deep inside her heat last night. "Nope." As if to give proof to her words, she leans forward and flicks her tongue over the tip of my erection. "Not at all." Damn. There is nothing like the feel of her warm mouth on me.

"Good." My voice drops, turning raspy as I scoop her up into my arms and settle on the chair she'd been lounging on. "It isn't a secret that I love you naked. Speaking of which," I grab the hem of her thin tank top and pull it over her head before tossing it onto the deck, "you're wearing too much clothing." Then I hook my thumbs into her panties and pull them down her hips and thighs before dropping it.

Totally at ease with our nudity, Alyssa settles against my chest, her head resting at the crook of my neck, her legs curled up. We fit perfectly together. A sigh of contentment leaves my lips as we watch the sun rise over the water. It's almost magical. f**k me.

I almost shake my head.

Five years ago, I never could have imagined feeling this at ease with another person. The ghosts from my past were still fresh inside me. They had a hold on me that I never realized. All right, so maybe I realized it, but I never understood how much they were holding me back. How much I was missing out on until I made a conscious effort to face them head on.

That meant-yup, you guessed it-therapy. Spilling my guts to a dude with glasses and a beard who eventually helped me to realize that Candance's decisions have everything to do with Candance and not me. Alyssa has been there every step of the way. Holding my hand when I need it. Taking a step back and giving me space when I ask for room.

Without question, she is my person.

And to think that I almost lost her.

Thankfully, I got my s**t together before that could happen.

Every day I make a conscious decision to live in the present and only look back at the past when I think reflection can help.

I'm sure that makes me sound all enlightened but I'm like everyone else, just trying to get through life the best I know how. Alyssa likes to joke that this is the Colton 2.0 version. That girl thinks she's a real funny fucker, but you know what?

I'll take it.

A seagull cries over head as it glides on the early morning breeze, and I brush a kiss against the top of her blond head. "Love you, baby."

She lifts her head until our gazes can lock. "Love you, too. Did I thank you for planning this?"

My lips hitch. "I thought that's exactly what you did last night in the shower. You mean there's more?"

Even as she rolls her eyes, a twinkling light fills them. That girl can pretend all she wants to be exasperated with me, she enjoys our s*x life just as much as I do.

"You, my friend, have a one-track mind."

When it comes to Alyssa, you're damned straight I do.

Always have, always will.

Luckily, she's not going anywhere. And if she does, I'll be right there with her.

We've been going strong for three years now. I'm in my last year of business school and Alyssa is working at a dance studio in town. She also choreographs dance routines for the Wildcats dance team. We have an apartment in town that is close to campus but far enough away for us not to feel like we're still in college. If everything goes according to plan, I'll propose once I have my degree in hand and we'll move back home so I can start working with my father. I was supposed to move back after I graduated but I delved straight into business school. It was the right decision for both of us.

"You wouldn't have it any other way."

Before she can respond, I close the little bit of distance that separates us so that my mouth can capture hers. As soon as my lips make contact, she opens. Alyssa is just as needy for me as I am for her.

She tilts her chin, angling her head in order to give me better access.

There are some days that I feel as if I could devour her in one tasty gulp. Like I'll never get enough.

Her arms slip around my neck, pulling me closer. With a groan, I lift her, repositioning her on my lap so that my c**k is pressed against her heat.

f**k me that feels good.

But then again, it always feels good.

Needing to feel more of her, I thrust my hips until I'm able to slide deep inside her tight sheath. A sigh of pleasure escapes from her p***y tightens around me. For a moment, I pause, simply enjoying the heat of the sun as it strokes over our bare flesh. Read more free novels at Narugi.com

"One of our neighbors could peek outside and see us." Her voice turns breathy. I can't tell if the idea bothers her or turns her on.

My guess is the latter.

"Let them look," I growl. Buried inside her like I am, there is no way I'm going to stop. This is happening. Right here, right now. If I have my way, they'll hear her before they catch sight of us.

Wanting to tease her, I move my hips and pull almost all the way out of her before surging forward again, burying myself to the hilt.

On the third thrust, her head falls back, exposing the delicate column of her neck as her eyelids feather closed. A throaty moan slides from her lips.

Stupid as it sounds, my breath catches as I watch her. I couldn't rip my eyes away from the gorgeous picture she makes riding my c**k if I wanted to. Her cheeks have pinkened and her back is arched, thrusting her breasts forward.

She's so f*****g beautiful.

And mine.

Five years ago, that thought would have sent a torrent of panic flooding through me. I would have pushed her away, needing to dismiss my feelings for her.

But times have changed.

And I've changed with them.

After all, this is Colton 2.0 we're talking about.