I look through the peephole, and I have to hold onto the door to keep from falling.
My neighbor is outside! My sexy neighbor is outside my house at seven in the morning looking freaking amazing and, and…
And shit! I’m here without my hair brushed, in my ratty old robe, and I probably have morning breath! Shit!
I push my hand through my hair, trying to comb it with my fingers. I’m positive it doesn’t, but at least I tried. I try to make a mental note not to breathe on him, or talk a lot just in case he might be able to smell my breath. I paste on a fake smile and then I open the door—all while searching for something cool and fun to say.
“Um… hi,” I say and bang the side of my head gently against the door, wondering what it is about this man that makes my brains go as limp as a wet noodle.
“Hey Christmas Joy. You’re looking pretty this morning,” he says—obviously lying through his perfect, white teeth. Good gravy, how does one get teeth that perfect? Are they fake? I doubt anything on this man is fake.
“Hey… umm…”
“Eb.”
“Eb?”
“That’s my name,” he says, laughing.
“Oh… I’m Joy.”
“Yeah. You are.”
I’m wishing the ground would swallow me up. Is that really so much to ask?
“Why are you here?” I ask, and I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but now I feel even more stupid.
“Is your offer still open?”
I really can’t think this early. I’m racking my brain trying to figure out I offered him. As stupid as I go around him, I might have offered to wash his body… with my tongue.
“Um…”
“If it’s not, that’s totally fine, it’s just I could really use Christmas Joy’s help,” he says, looking like a sad little puppy who lost his favorite chew toy.
Those eyes… those damn eyes of his.
“What offer?” I ask, drowning in deep pools of caramel.
“To help me decorate?” he asks and my heart speeds up.
“You want to decorate your house?” I question, shock coloring my voice.
“Well, everyone else is, I thought maybe I should.”
“For Christmas?” I add, like a fool.
“Is there another holiday I don’t know about?”
“Um… No. No, that’s the only one.”
God. I’m such a dummy.
“Then, yes. Definitely for Christmas.”
“I want to help!” I practically shout.
“I was hoping.” He laughs and he must think I’m a loon after all of this, but instead of making me feel worse, he gives this smile that reaches those caramel eyes of his and I feel like a big melted pool of goo.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, and for the first time in a long time, Christmas is not what I’m thinking about.
“I was hoping you could go shopping with me and help pick out my decorations and…”
“And a tree?”
“A tree?” he asks, clearly surprised.
“You have to have a Christmas tree!”
“I do?”
“A big one! You have those amazing windows in the front of your house. A big tree would look awesome there.
“It would?” he asks, and I think I’ve shell-shocked him.
“Definitely. If you give me a bit to get ready, we can go to town today,” I tell him, suddenly very excited.
“That sounds good,” he says, but his voice sounds more reserved than earlier. For some reason I think he might be hesitant on getting a tree. Surely that can’t be it? Maybe he just doesn’t want a big one? Some people like small trees or even porcelain ones. The thought that Eb might be like that makes me sad. Hopefully, I can steer him the right way with a little work.
“I’ll get ready and come to your house in about an hour. Is that okay?”
“That sounds great,” he whispers, and he brings his finger up to touch along the side of my face.
It’s by sheer willpower alone that I bite into my lip and don’t move my mouth to suck his finger.
Sheer-freaking-willpower.
This may be a long day.
Chapter 6
Eb
Shit, Joy has some fucking amazing tits. I couldn’t see them yesterday, but today they are up close and personal. She’s wearing jeans and another sweater today, this one gray, but it has a V-neck and every time she moves it dips into the valley of these perfect C-cup tits. They make me want to bury my head in them like a kid diving for apples. That view alone is enough to make this entire shopping torture worth it.
And then there are moments like this…
“Joy? What do you think about this?” I ask, leaning over to look at the most horribly, obscene tree I can find. It’s only about a foot tall, made entirely of pink foil and clearly hidden at the bottom of a shelf on purpose.
For some unknown reason, Joy has made it her life’s mission to help me find a Christmas tree. I don’t want a tree. When I decided to seduce little Miss Christmas Joy out of her Christmas cookies—so to speak—I felt it was a big enough concession to have shit littering my lawn. There was no way I wanted the decorating to infiltrate my house. I was going to tell her hell no. Then, the strangest thing happened.
I enjoyed my time with her. It was fun watching her get so hyped up about the decorations and I’m finding myself having fun. What’s even better, are times like this.
Joy moves in front of me and leans over to look at the sad little fake tree.
First my gaze goes to her tits, because if I angle my head just right, I can see her tits in that pale pink silk bra she’s wearing. It’s a damn good view and I love the way her tits are doing their best to get out of the bra. Overfilling the cups is a real thing and definitely a great problem for Joy to have. Still, even that isn’t as great as what comes next.
My gaze slowly travels down her back to her ass. She’s leaning over to look at the shelf. And she’s in the perfect position for me to fuck her doggy style. Those jeans are stretched across that juicy ass and it’s enough to make a man beg. I can’t tear my eyes away. To be honest, her ass is just that good.
“Damn that’s a nice view. Am I right?” I look beside me to see another man, his gaze trained on Joy’s ass and I don’t like it. It’s okay for me to look at her ass. Hell, I’ve been having her bend over the whole day to look at shit, for that sole reason.
It’s not okay for another man to be looking at her ass. It’s not that I’m territorial—or rather I haven’t been before. It’s just the fact, that this is the ass I’ve now invested time in and an ass I’m definitely going to tap and therefore… mine.
“Look elsewhere,” I growl, keeping my voice quiet, so Joy doesn’t hear us talking.
“Are you crazy? There’s nothing in this fucking store even close to that view. Damn a man would give his right nut to come home to that ass every night,” the guy says a little too loudly.
Luckily, Joy has no idea because she’s busy talking about the shelf being overcrowded and not seeing what I’m talking about. To quickly end this conversation, I hit this asshole in the stomach. When he starts to bitch, I hit him hard in the mouth and he goes back with a thud.