Page 24 of Boxer Next Door

I gasped his name against his lips as I felt his cock pulse within me and knew he was following right behind me, right over the edge into a shaking orgasm that left me unable to even form thoughts.

“Lydia,” he ground out, his lips hot and wet against mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Then he stopped speaking as he lost himself in his own pleasure. In me. I felt him within me, powerful pulses that set off renewed shivers of pleasure within me. I knew this wasn’t enough, once would never be enough for me.

We both slumped against the couch, my trembling limbs still around him, air seeming to elude me as I clutched his shoulders. Ken buried his face against my shoulder, unable to do anything more than gasp as he fought for his breath. After a couple of minutes, I wiggled, shaking him a little.

“Off, Ken,” I grumbled. “You’re heavy for such a fit guy.”

He was still before he was shaking with laughter. He was still inside me, and the action caused us both to gasp. Then he was sliding back on his knees and out of me. Our eyes met, and I could feel my lips twitching before I broke down in laughter.

“There’s nothing funny going on!” I said. “Why are we laughing?”

I had to know the reason why he was laughing.

His eyebrow shot up. “Better laughing than crying.”

I didn’t get what he meant, and he didn’t explain.

“We need to pick our things up,” I said once we both calmed down. “Can't leave them around for the kid to find.”

Ken got up and, suddenly feeling shy, I diverted my gaze. He noticed, and laughed at me, before holding a hand in front of my face to pull me up. I let him, nearly stumbling when I got to my feet because they still felt like jelly. He held me against his chest until I could move.

“Are we getting dressed?” he asked, seeing me pick up my clothes and head for the kitchen for what I’d left there.

I paused to throw him a look over my shoulder, wrinkling my nose. “Of course not. I’m going up for a shower.” Then I winked at him, grinning. “You can join me if you’d like.”

He looked surprised, like he’d expected me to toss him out right after. But that would be entirely rude, and it had been a while since I’d had experience with one night stands.

Besides, we were trying to avoid making things awkward. Sending him home and pretending as though nothing had happened would likely do the opposite.

I picked up my blouse from the kitchen, and Ken followed me up the stairs and to my room. Neither of us bothered to put on our clothes first, and I was giggling quietly as we ran up, holding my clothes up to cover my chest.

Ken then followed me into the bathroom and before I knew it, he had me pinned to the wall, our hands clasped as he held them to the wall, my face his playground of choice for the moment as he kissed me deep and hard.

I was going to get my second chance at him.

* * *

When I woke up to the sound of my alarm the next morning, he was gone. He’d left a note, saying he didn’t want Bryson catching him in the house; I understood and agreed. He also said to call him during my lunch break at work so we could meet.

That made me a little nervous. Fuck, was he disappointed with last night? But we’d done more than one round, and there hadn’t been any complaints from him. Or maybe he wanted to tell me things wouldn’t work out, and we shouldn’t do it again.

I sighed, sliding back under the covers. I had a ton of stuff to do to prepare both Bryson and me for the day, but suddenly, I wanted to be a little lazy for once.

Why do I feel so depressed? I chided myself. I expected this.

Still, I was surprised just how much it hurt.

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Kenji

Sneaking out of Lydia’s house early in the morning felt somewhat wrong, but I thought it would be better than her having to explain to her kid why the neighbor spent the night.

It had probably just been the two of them since her ex left them, and I didn’t want to confuse the kid. For all my parents’ faults, their relationship was probably the only thing that stayed stable about them. I couldn’t imagine what Bryson had gone through, first the divorce then his father just up and disappearing.

I went inside my house and locked the door behind me, slumping against it with a satisfied grin.