Dana caught me at my car.

She came running across the street in her bright pink jacket and sleek black leggings, her ponytail swinging in the sun.

“Have you seen?”

“Have I seen what?” I asked, balancing a travel mug atop my mail as I tried to open the car door.

She got up close enough for me to see the sweat glistening on her upper lip and whispered, “Jake’s home from college.”

I tried not to roll my eyes. This woman had too much time on her hands.

“I didn’t even realize he was old enough to be in college,” I said dismissively. “Sorry, Dana, I have to go — ”

“But you live next door!” she said, grabbing my wrist and refusing to let the matter drop.

“Yeah, and?”

“You haven’t been paying attention then. He has… how do you say ‘blossomed’ when you’re talking about a boy?”

“I don’t know. Budded?” Then I snorted because I’d amused myself.

She shook her head. “You really should pay better attention. He’s really become quite a good-looking man.” Then she winked at me.

I turned to look at the house next door because I am a curious person. “I’ll pay better attention,” I said to appease her, and then added, “I have to go to work, Dana.”

“Oh, right! Sorry! Back to my run!” And then she was off like a blonde gazelle with a taste for designer workout clothes.

I rolled my eyes, got in the car, and went on my way to the post office. “I wonder how many times a day she runs by Jake’s house?” I wondered out loud. But I also wondered what there was to see there that would get her worked up enough to mention it to me.

I found out that night. I’d grabbed a bag of takeout and a bottle of wine, and I was very ready to kick back and break into both. But when I got out of my car, there he was, waving. Jake.

“Hi!” he said enthusiastically.

“Um, hi, Jake. How are you?” It was all I could really think to say because my brain had stopped working. Dana’s exuberance was suddenly making a little more sense to me.

“I’m good. My mom wanted this ivy cleared because it’s starting to attack the house. It’s like a horror movie,” he said, laughing.

“Yeah, it’s a pain… ” That was it. All I could think of.

“Good to see you,” he said, grinning.

“You, too,” I mumbled and headed to the house. I managed not to say, “You have no idea how much.”

I drank a glass of wine, inhaled my shrimp lo mein and then went up for a long, hot shower. When I’d climbed out and was toweling dry, I heard the doorbell ring. I hunted for my robe but couldn’t find it. In the meantime, the doorbell rang again.

I gave up and ran down in a towel, prepared to peek out at a solicitor and yell “no thank you!” through the small window. Instead, what I saw was Jake smiling at me.

“Shit, shit… ” I muttered, but I unlocked the door and opened it, making sure I was tucked behind the door. “Hi, Jake… what’s up?”

I tried to focus on everything but the fact that this young man in a snug T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans was making the parts of me beneath my towel pay attention to him.

“I wanted to ask if I can go into your backyard. The ivy’s spread back there, and my mom wants me to track it down and eradicate any trace of it before I head back to campus next week.”

“Sure!” I chirped, wanting to get rid of him because my pussy had taken up time with my heartbeat. I really did wonder what was beneath those faded jeans. Jake had turned into a spectacular specimen. “Go for it,” I told the handsome young thing.

God, I remembered when he was even younger and would come over to hang with my own kids, who’d moved out long ago. He might have been half my age, but he was definitely all grown up now.

“But your gate is locked. And it’s too tall for me to hop. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Shit,” I said. “Shit, shit… ” This was becoming my mantra.

“It’s padlocked. And I don’t know where the key is. Um… come on. Come in. Come through the house.” I’d said “come” three times in a row while looking at a very fit young man with twinkling blue eyes while I was basically naked. The wetness between my thighs right then had nothing to do with my shower.

Jake stepped inside, and I was hit with a big whiff of man. He smelled like outside and wood and masculinity. My nipples pebbled beneath my towel, and I nearly growled in frustration. I took a deep breath and said, “This way. I’ll let you out the back door.”

He was close behind me. I could sense him as I walked. Real or imagined, I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. I stopped short in the kitchen before I hit the door because my towel started to slip. Jake was right there, crashing into me from behind and making me lose my grip on the terry cloth.

The towel sank to the floor with a whoosh, and I froze. I couldn’t see Jake’s face. I could only hear his breath. I was mortified, my cheeks hot and my heart pounding. But then I felt something unexpected. A kiss on the nape of my neck that made me shiver.

I made a noise, and he leaned forward to whisper near my ear. “Was that okay?”

I nodded but didn’t turn around.

Jake’s arms wrapped around me from behind and then his big hands were cupping my breasts. “And this?”

“Yes,” I managed, but my voice was a strangled sound. I took a deep breath but even my exhalation shook and shivered.

When Jake’s fingertips clamped down on my nipples, a tight moan slithered past my lips. I felt a rush of honey flowing between my thighs, and that sensation made me moan all over again.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since I got back home,” he said.

He closed the gap between us by taking a step forward and then his denim-clad erection was pressing against the crack of my ass.

“You have?”

“I have. I’ve wanted to fuck you since forever. Can I say that?”

I nodded again. “You can say any damn thing you want.”

His finger slithered down my back, making me shiver. I was wet, and he was dry. I was cool, and he was warm. He bit the top of my shoulder, and I sighed. Then his hands were smoothing along my body and between my legs to stroke my clit until I whimpered. I turned to face him, and he grabbed me and kissed me.

I found his zipper and pulled it down so I could slip my fingers inside and touch his cock. “Take off those pants,” I whispered.

He stripped fast, and I had to laugh. Ah, the exuberance of youth.

Jake backed me up against the wall, hiked my leg up to his hip and held me so I was open for him. His cock pressed against my drenched slit as he kissed me on the mouth. His tongue slid across mine, and then he nipped me with his teeth. My lower lip throbbed and so did my cunt. I grabbed his hair roughly and kissed him again.

“Fuck me,” I said without a second thought.

He growled and dropped to his knees, pushing my legs wider apart and licking me instead. His mouth covered my sex and then his tongue swept across my tender clit. He flicked it fast and then faster still, working me until I was climaxing. I pushed my mound against his mouth so hard I felt the bite of his teeth on my skin, and the pain only took me higher.

Jake stood and took hold of my leg again, holding it by his side. He slipped his cock into my pussy and started to rock against me. Every thrust banged me harder against the wall. My body met his, and the motion allowed him to go deeper. Every time he drove into me, his pubic bone kissed my clit, and I found myself on the verge of an orgasm all over again.

“I felt like his personal doll, and the way he was manhandling me made me groan.”

He watched my face as he fucked me, his big blue eyes anything but young or innocent in that moment. He lowered his head and kissed my neck as his tempo increased. When his teeth clamped down over my pulse point and my throat prickled with goosebumps, I came again — and I was loud.

He laughed, pulled free of me and dropped back down to his knees, ready to dine between my thighs once more.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. But part of me really wanted him to ignore me. “I’m too sensitive.”

Which was as far as I got when he did ignore me. His tongue tenderly touched my pulsing clit. He held me fast to the wall and ate me mercilessly until I came again. The orgasm rocked me, the spasms stealing my breath even as I attempted to say his name.

Jake rose, turned me toward the counter, and bent me over it. I felt like his own personal, bendable doll, and the way he was manhandling me made me groan. I’d never expected to think of him that way, but as he dragged his cockhead against my slick opening, I was grateful I had the opportunity to experience him.

Jake shoved into me so fast and hard, the motion lifted me up on my tippy toes. I pressed my palms flat to the counter as he fucked me good. The marble was cool beneath my breasts, and my nipples grew tight again.

I shoved my body back against his as he drove into me rhythmically. Jake palmed my ass and squeezed my cheeks before delivering a hard strike to the right — much to my surprise.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

He struck me once more, and I nodded stupidly against my countertop.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

He chuckled. “I had no idea.”

Then he delivered a flurry of swats, spanking me so hard my ass cheek throbbed with every beat of my runaway heart.

My body clenched tight around Jake’s driving cock, and then he pulled free again. I cried out with abandon, but he was down on the floor once more. I would have laughed, but he turned me so that he could press his handsome mouth to my pussy again. It only took a soft flurry of licks to get me off. I pulled his hair hard and came with a shout.

Jake laughed, grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the floor. There he got on top of me, spreading my thighs and slipping back inside me as easy as you please.

“I hope I’m not boring you,” he said, smiling down at me.

Then I was laughing. I couldn’t help it. But even as I laughed I moved against him so I could feel him deeper inside me. His cock was thick and hit all the right places.

“You’re not boring me at all. Not even a little.”

He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His fingers dug into my hips as he held on to me. When he bit my collarbone hard, I came again from the beautiful burst of pain. My climax stole my breath, and his, too. Jake gasped, and then he came as well, his forehead coming down to rest against mine.

“Ivy?” I managed to say after a minute.

“Yes, out the back door,” he replied, laughing.

We put ourselves back together before I unlocked the deadbolt.

He kissed me as he crossed the threshold.

“I’m here for the next week. I hope we see each other again.”

“I’m counting on it.”

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