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But he doesn’t do that.
He rises, and I put my hands back on the tree trunk for balance. Wetness glistens on his lips, and I almost combust when he licks at the lower one.
Coen’s gaze moves from me to the trees over my shoulder. A thoughtful expression softens his face and then a mischievous light glitters in his eyes.
Those lips that just destroyed me curl into an evil smirk, and he wipes his hand across his mouth. “Couldn’t have done that to you if you’d have cut the trees down, now, could I?”
Coen pivots on his foot and walks away, chuckling as he heads toward his house.
“Seriously?” I call after him, bending over to thread my foot back through my shorts.
I’m pulling them up as he turns his head slightly to yell over his shoulder, “We should have a bumper sticker made.Save a tree, ride my mouth.”
He laughs heartily at his joke.
Did he do that to me just to make a joke? Prove a point?
Was there even any attraction, or was he just putting me in my place?
“You’re an asshole,” I call after him, angrily zipping my shorts.
“Yes, I know,” he calls back and shoots a hand up to wave in acknowledgment.
I watch as he trots up the steps of his back deck, enters through the sliding glass door, and disappears.
“Motherfucking asshole,” I snarl, even as I can still feel tiny pulses of pleasure between my legs when I move.
I put on my shoe, look at the bird feeders I’ve taken down, the ones still in the trees, and the salt licks in a pile.
“Fuck him.” I decide that I’m not doing another damn thing to clean up this mess. He can call the police for all I care.
I stomp over to the cooler he left behind, snatch a cold beer, and twist off the cap. As I take a drink, I vow that I’m going to do everything in my power to win this lawsuit. I’m going to cut down every damn tree and wipe that smirk off his face, then I’m going to pursue my dreams and forget about my awful neighbor.
CHAPTER 9
Coen
My dick isso fucking hard it hurts. I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking out there, but Tilden Marshall is one lucky girl. If I’d had my wallet on me with a trusty condom tucked inside, I would have taken her down to the ground and fucked her brains out.
Kissing her to shut her up.
Putting my hand in her pants to shock her.
Eating her pussy because I wanted to own her with an orgasm.
That may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some seriously kinky things.
It wasn’t just about control. What made it beyond hot was who she is. A slightly weird, completely annoying woman who’s not my type and who should be intimidated by me but isn’t. She’s got a fire deep within her that I enjoy provoking, and as I walk into my house, I don’t know that I’ve ever been more disappointed in my life not to be able to bury myself deep inside a woman.
The second the sliding glass door closes behind me, I head straight into the master bathroom. When the shower is steaming hot, I step in naked and grip my aching cock.
I stroke it slowly, pressing my other palm against the tile as water beats down on my neck. I replay that entire scene in my head. I relive every single detail within my memory as I fuck my fist.
As I’m envisioning the way Tilden orgasmed, hips bucking, her hoarse cries of pleasure, I come long and hard with a piteous groan of relief.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Christ, that felt good.
