Big Man Next Door - Page 31

It all makes sense now. Why the pictures didn't match when I got here. Why I send my rent check to a P.O box on the other side of the country.

“Yeah, we wanted to screw him like he screwed our mother. But I can see now how ridiculous and immature this was for us to do. My negligence put you in danger. It's the reason you lost everything, and I feel horrible I did this to you.” Taking his drill out of the holster, he screws the door in place.

“It's not your fault, Ian. Whoever broke in, whoever stole my shit, they made a choice, you didn't make it for them.”

“I know, I just feel like if I had taken better care of this place, then maybe it wouldn't have been so easy for them.” Looking around, he holds up both his arms. “I mean look at this place. It looks like a crack house or something.”

“It's not that bad, it just needs some TLC is all.”

Ian smirks, holding up a single finger. “I got something else for you too, one sec,” he says, quickly disappearing into my apartment.

Taking a step forward, I run my fingertips over the door. I can't believe he did all this for me. Smiling to myself, my stomach explodes with butterflies as my fingers slip into the open hole where the doorknob will go.

“Close your eyes,” Ian says, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back.

Following his directions, I close my eyes. Smirking, I wait anxiously. “What is this? Should I be scared?”

“Put your hands out.”

Rocking on my heels, I hold out my arms, and feel him rest something heavy across both hands.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

Peeking out of one eye first, my jaw drops. “Are you serious?” I ask, both eyes now wide open. “Are you fucking serious?”

In my hands is a bright red, acoustic guitar, the paint is glittering off the light in the hall. It's gorgeous. My hand slips up the neck, fingers bending to touch the frets. Tears begin to bubble up over my eyes.

“Do you like it?” he asks. “If not, you can return it and get the one you want.”

“No, no, I love it. I'm just in shock.” Blinking, tears begin to roll down my cheeks. “I can't believe you're doing all this for me.”

He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, smiling big. “You don't deserve to lose everything, especially your dreams because of me. You came here with a purpose; you deserve your shot.”

Looking up at him, I can't stop the smile on my face as tears keep rolling. “Thank you.” Taking a step toward him, I back him into the apartment. Setting the guitar down against the wall, I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

Ian stumbles back, laughing into my kiss. “I guess you really do like it.”

Kissing him harder, I nod in agreement. “I do, I love it.” My hands curl into his hair, and I tear his head closer to mine.

Slipping my tongue into his mouth, I kiss him like I've never kissed anyone else before. I feel this kiss in my chest, in my muscles, deep within my veins as it moves all throughout my body.

This man is giving me something no one ever has. He's giving me support, and that means everything.

He wraps strong arms around my waist, groaning into my mouth as his lips seal tightly around mine. Digging his hands into my ass, he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist, and I grind my pussy against his corded abs.

Ian drops to his knees, laying me on my back on the floor. My hands work at his pants, ripping the button. Driving my hand inside, I grab his cock. He's so thick, hard as stone as I pull him free.

Wearing only one of his t-shirts, he pushes up the bottom, exposing my bare pussy. Guiding his cock to my entrance, he slides inside. I'm soaking wet, dripping with arousal as his cock easily spreads my lips open and fills me completely.

Pulling back, he drives in hard and fast. My back slams into the floor as he fucks me. I can feel my body moving the faster he goes. He tightens his grip on my ass, holding me in place.

He feels so good inside me. Every thrust sends me closer and closer to ecstasy. Everything about this moment is raw, it's primal, it's built on a hunger that's infiltrated every ounce of my right to my soul.

Ian's peering down at me, his eyes locked on mine as he fucks me with such vigor I'm certain the apartment below us is watching their ceiling buckle.

“I love you,” I say. The words find me, they swell in a way that I can feel, and I know it's real. I love this man.

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