“They would?”

  “Of course. Secretly jealous.”

  “Let them be jealous.” I kissed her neck softly. “I just care about how you feel.”

  She turned towards me, her hand on my leg. “How I feel? I’m going crazy. What Carolina told me about you and her…” She trailed off, biting her lip.

  “Yeah, what about it?”

  “I… I want it too.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  Her lips met mine hungrily this time. All her earlier hesitation seemed to melt away as she pressed against me, one hand clutching my shirt.

  I pulled her onto my lap, and she straddled me with a soft moan. Her hips ground against mine as me.

  “Oh, Ryan,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

  I could feel her heat radiating through our clothes. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and her whole body was trembling.

  “You feel so good,” I murmured against her skin, massaging her thighs through her jeans.

  “Yes... Oh god…” She rocked her hips desperately.

  But then I felt her tense up.

  Maybe it was just because it had been so long for her, but I could tell she was self-conscious. I gently moved her off of me so that she was sitting beside me again.

  She was biting her thumb, giggling quietly. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”

  “I know. It’s okay.”

  I could clearly see she wanted to do it. She just needed a bit of distance first.

  I put my arm around her, speaking gently. “I know you want this. And I will have you… But not tonight."

  I stood up.

  “Where are you going?” She leaned towards me like a kitten mewling for more caresses.

  “I’d better go. Want to get to bed early tonight.”

  Disappointment flickered in her eyes, followed by relief.

  I could see the conflict in her face, wanting more but genuinely nervous about intimacy after being alone so long.

  It wasn’t just playful resistance. She needed more time to get used to this.

  She nodded. “Yes, is better. Thank you, Ryan.”

  “What for?”

  “For no rush me.”

  “And thank you for dinner.”

  She walked with me to her porch, and I said a quick goodnight, sensing the withdrawal she was already feeling in my absence as I crossed her lawn and climbed Caroline’s porch steps.

  The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted in the air as I entered through the living room.

  “Caroline!” My eyes fell onto the tray of cookies on the stove. “You made more?”

  She stood at the stove, smiling with amusement. “Aww, you look so excited.” She gestured to the island counter. “Sit. Tell me how it went while the cookies cool.”

  I settled onto a stool, watching Caroline. “It went well. Like you said, she raised objections, but…”

  My words trailed off as Caroline bent over to check the oven. The linen fabric of her loose pants became almost see-through as it stretched over her ass.

  “Continue, hon. I’m listening.”

  “Hey! There’s even more in the oven?”

  “These ones are peanut butter. Don’t get distracted.”

  “I’d focus better if you fed me some cookies.”

  Caroline set a plate of oatmeal cookies in front of me with a glass of milk. “Satisfied? Now tell me everything. Every detail.”

  I recounted the full story as I savored her warm cookies. Caroline listened intently, getting up only to take the other batch out.

  “I don’t know,” I said as she handed me a peanut butter cookie. “Maybe I should have been more forceful.”

  “No, you made the perfect call. She needs a little distance. Tonight will do wonders. She’ll be tossing and turning in her sheets, thinking about you.”

  Caroline stood, her eyes fixed on me as she walked around the counter and slid her arms around my chest. “You deserve a reward for being such a good boy.”

  Her hands pulled at my shirt, lifting it up. I obliged, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor.

  Caroline tugged at me, trying to get me to turn to face her. I swallowed a final gulp of creamy milk, then turned on the stool.

  Caroline was pawing at my belt, I undid it, pulling my jeans and underwear down to my knees, my manhood stiffened, eager to be back inside her.

  She sank to her knees, hands running over my legs as her lips wrapped around me, warm and wet.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing the sides of her head, my hips thrusting. She moaned, then slowly pushed her head down, taking me into her throat.

  She kept working on me, earnestly sucking me off. Soon I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come inside her.

  I turned Caroline around against the island counter. She let her pants drop around her ankles, exposing her soft white skin.

  I bent her over the counter, and she moaned as I pulled the string panties aside and entered her from behind, gripping her hips as I shoved in deeper.

  “You’re so good to me,” she gasped as I drove into her. “So good… Oh, my god, don’t leave. Stay longer. Please. I want you to fuck me all the time, baby.”

  “I’m not leaving,” I grunted, thrusting faster and harder. “I’ll stay longer. Your pussy feels so fucking good. There’s nothing else like it.”

  She kept babbling and moaning as I fucked her faster.

  Finally, she leaned lower, sticking her butt out more, letting me get even deeper.

  The sight of her cheeks shaking as I smacked into them, the clapping noises filling the kitchen, my balls smacking against her— sent me into a mind-shattering ecstasy.

  The kitchen dissolved into a haze as I released my load deep inside Caroline, giving her every bit of the love and attention she deserved.

  Afterwards, we settled on the couch with more cookies and milk. Caroline curled against my side, satisfied and glowing.

  For a while, it was quiet. But I knew we were both probably thinking about the same thing.

  Caroline broke the silence. “That stuff we were saying. I guess it was kind of silly, huh?”

  “Nah, it wasn’t that silly,” I said after a pause. “Actually, I was thinking I’d book another week, if that’s okay with you. I definitely want to stay around in this town for a bit.”

  She lifted her head. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Yeah, that’s more than okay with me. We can… explore more.” She kissed my shoulder. “And besides, Sofia’s going to have more time this way, too.”

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I felt happier than I had in a long time.

  “We need to get you back over there tomorrow,” Caroline said.

  “To Sofia’s?” I could see her brain scheming.

  Her voice took on a sultry edge. “Yeah. I bet she’s got all kinds of things that need fixing. I can send you over there to do your handyman thing. Just see how she responds to your presence.”

  A devilish look came into her eyes. She bit her lip, suppressing a grin. “I bet she’ll be like a bitch in heat by tomorrow.”

  I looked at her in surprise, then laughed. “Caroline!”

  “It’s your fault, Ryan. You’re bringing out my naughty side.”

  I yawned, a luxurious sleepiness settling over me. I felt cozy and content.

  My hands were calloused from honest work. My stomach was filled with Sofia’s delicious, home-cooked food. And my hot landlord had just fed me cookies and taken my load.

  “You’re sleepy,” Caroline hummed, watching my face.

  “Yeah, I’m heading to bed.”

  “Sleeping in your own room tonight?”

  “I was thinking it might be better that way. I mean, I love sharing your bed, but… maybe it would get too intense too fast if we did it every night. You know what I mean?”

  “Definitely. Distance is good.” She bit her lip. “It might be hard, though.”

  “We’ll see if we can do it.”

  Chapter twenty-four

  “So much for sleeping separately,” I said, grinning.

  Morning sunlight streamed through the window.

  Caroline lay beside me, both of us still catching our breath from our wake-up activities. Her hair was delightfully messy, spread over the pillow.

  She propped herself up on one elbow. “Hey, I only came in here after sunrise, so technically we spent the night separately.”

  “True enough.” I kissed her and climbed out of bed. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”

  When I returned, wrapped in a towel, Caroline had stripped the bed. She was wearing her nightgown, gathering my dirty clothes into a laundry basket.

  “You have anything else to wash?” She spotted a sock by the bed and stooped to pick it up.

  I waved my hand. “You don’t have to—”

  “Stop. I want to. You deserve this. You’ve done so much work around here. Fixed so many things. The least I can do is take care of your laundry. Besides, the sight of these dirty clothes on your floor bugs me.”

  “Well, thanks.”

  A few minutes later, as I was pulling on some linen pants, Caroline appeared at my door, her eyes sparkling with that scheming look I’d seen the day before. “Do you have anything planned for this morning?”

  I shrugged. “Not really. I was thinking of going to check out a cafe, do some reading.”

  “You’re going to Sofia’s.”

  “I am?”

  She held up her phone with a crafty grin. “I’m texting her. I’ve got an idea. Her kitchen sink’s been dripping, and you’re gonna fix it.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and her thumbs started typing a message.

  “I see where you’re going with this.” I smirked, pulling on a v-neck shirt.

  “She usually leaves for work around ten-thirty on Saturdays. That doesn’t give you much time.”

  “Enough to push Sofia’s buttons,” I said, looking over Caroline’s shoulder at her phone.

  The Latina answered right away.

  Good morning!

  OMG Yes! Send him over.

  Caroline grinned at me. “Somebody’s excited to see you. Get over there, big boy.”

  I put some tools in a plastic bag and headed towards Sofia’s.

  She was waiting at the porch door in a very short, flaming red sundress, her hair damp from the shower. The dress was cut low, torturing me with the amount of cleavage she was showing.

  “Good morning! Thank you for coming.”

  “No problem.” I followed her into the kitchen, mesmerized by the view. The sight of her bare thighs made me grit my teeth.

  She gestured at the sink. “Is very annoying. Always dripping.”

  I leaned over the sink, nodding my head. “I see. Alright, let me take a look.”

  “You need your tools?”

  “Yeah, I brought—” I turned and bumped into her, she was standing so close. The scent of her shampoo hit me, and I could see her pulse beating in her neck.

  Moving with quick, nervous energy, she grabbed a tool from the bag and thrust it at me.

  I chuckled hoarsely. “Not that one. Here, I’ll just take them all…”

  I reached past her to get my tools from the counter. She made a sudden movement, and my arm bumped against her boob, making it jiggle. She sucked in a breath and stood up straighter.

  We looked at each other for a moment.

  Sofia swallowed. “Well, I should... get ready for work. I have to go soon.”

  “You probably should.”

  Neither of us moved.

  Her hands hovered in front of her. I trailed my fingers down her small, soft forearm. She shivered. I took her wrist and slowly pulled her towards me.

  She moved willingly, showing me with her eyes that she was ready to deliver her body into my hands, as if I was her dance partner.

  She leaned all her weight against me, my arm clamping across the small of her back. The other hand squeezed her ample ass. I kissed her hot cheek, her neck, her ear.

  Sofia immediately started panting and moaning. “Oy…. Oyyyy. Qué lindo… Es muy rico.”

  Her body trembled as our lips met, and my hand went up her dress between those silky thighs, pushing against her panties.

  The material of her panties was soaking wet. I massaged that delicious softness beneath as Sofia clung to me, trembling and almost screaming, like she was about to unravel.

  I took my hand away and kept kissing her, letting her come down. She pushed herself away. Her phone was vibrating on the counter. She grabbed it.

  “Ayy, oh my god. I have to go, mi amor.”

  I smiled, my eyes languidly taking in the sight of her, all disheveled and flustered. “Okay. I don’t want you to be late. I’ll get started on this sink.”

  With a massive tent in my pants, I crouched under the sink. But Sofia still didn’t go. She hovered beside me, fidgeting. “You want me to help you?”

  “Uh, could you hold the flashlight?”

  She squatted beside me. The thickness of her smooth thighs was on full display, and the dress was riding so high I could almost see her panties. But I tried to stay focused.

  “Like this?” She pointed the flashlight.

  “Perfect.” I adjusted a coupling, aware of the heat radiating from her body.

  “Ryan…” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  I turned my head. Her face was inches from mine, lips parted, eyes dark with desire. The flashlight trembled in her hand.

  My eyes flicked down to her thighs.

  She whispered, “I wanna stay here with you… I… I want you….” She was already leaning closer. I put my hand on her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft.

  She let out a tiny whimper. “Ay, no.” She caught my wrist, but her grip was weak. “I really have to go to work. The restaurant…”

  I squeezed her thigh. She gasped and her thighs flinched together, a convulsion running through her body. She whispered, “Oh my god, I like that.”

  I gritted my teeth. “Sofia. You’re driving me fucking crazy. If you stay here another five seconds, I’m going to—”

  “Okay! Okay… I go.” She stood on shaky legs, smoothing her dress. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly. “When I will see you?”

  “I’ll come tonight.” I rose, stepping towards her, backing her against the counter. She tilted her face up, eyes heavy with desire. I was about to just take her right there and let her be late. I didn’t think she’d mind too much.

  But her phone buzzed again. “Oh my God!” She pushed past me. “I have to go. My staff is waiting.”

  “Go.” I smiled, almost relieved as I watched her grab her purse. “The sink’s fixed.”

  She paused at the door, looking back at me with those big dark eyes. “Thank you, guapo.”

  She was gone, practically running to her car.

  I stood in her kitchen for a moment, letting out a long breath. Then I headed outside. I needed to dive into some cool water.

  Chapter twenty-five

  “Still alive?” Caroline asked as I came through the door. She was in yoga pants and a sports bra, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

  She gestured to a plate on the stove— scrambled eggs and bacon. “There’s your breakfast.”

  “You look good.”

  She laughed. “I’m guessing you didn’t, um, get to home base with Sofia.”

  “No, she had to go.” I dragged a hand over my face. “And now I need to go dive into the river. I guess you won’t be joining me?”

  She shook her head, making her ponytail swing. “No, I have yoga class, and then I’m going to the farmer’s market. But come on! Tell me what happened.”

  I described the interaction with Sofia, watching Caroline’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, she’s so ready. Tonight’s definitely the night.”

  I reached for the plate, but Caroline stopped me. “Sorry, could you help me carry some boxes to the car? Just some preserves for the market.”

  “Of course.” I grabbed a piece of crispy bacon from the plate and took a bite as Caroline led me into a pantry.

  Neat rows of jars lined the shelves— jellies, jams, pickled vegetables.

  “These are the summer ones,” she said, gesturing to several boxes. “Peach preserves, blackberry jam…”

  We carried them out to her driveway. After loading the last box into her car, Caroline pressed against me. “Thank you, honey.”

  I wrapped my arms around her. “My pleasure.”

  A slight thrill tingled through me as she gazed up at me adoringly, her hands resting on my arms.

  We were pretty much out in public, standing there on Caroline’s driveway.

  And we were openly displaying affection. Bill or some other neighbor might have been watching us, even more scandalized than before.

  But Caroline clearly didn’t care. She lifted her face towards me, demanding a kiss. I obliged. Our lips met, and we hungrily came back for more, kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes like teenage lovers.

  Suddenly, we realized that there actually was a neighbor watching us.

  A clatter from across the street drew our attention. Amber McAlister had stumbled over her lawnmower, barely catching herself.

  “Well, well, look who’s peeping on us,” Caroline hummed, a sardonic satisfaction in her voice.

  “Our ‘local property expert,’” I murmured.

  Caroline snickered. “You saw her signs, huh?” She made no move to step away from me.

  Amber quickly recovered her composure, dusting off her bare legs. Her blonde ponytail swung as she straightened and gave Caroline a neighborly wave.

  “Here she comes,” Caroline hummed.

  The young woman crossed the street with a determined stride, her professional smile plastered on her face.

  She wore running shoes and sporty shorts that showed off her fit legs. Her handful-sized tits jiggled braless under a white T-shirt, and her ponytail bounced with each step.

  Caroline slid a possessive hand up my chest. Her other hand reached behind her head to pull her own ponytail under her chin.

  “Good morning!” Amber called out, her voice was pitched a little too high.

  As Caroline watched Amber stroll onto her driveway, she sniffed her ponytail a couple of times and then flung it over her shoulder. The gesture seemed almost threatening somehow.