When Love Moves in Next Door

The truck rumbled down the road, pulling up across Acacia’s driveway.

With no other parks in the street she couldn’t blame them, but she had an appointment she needed to leave for in half an hour and she hoped they wouldn’t be there long.

Two men got out, opened the back of the truck, and starting pulling out boxes and piling them up in next-door’s front yard.

Great. Not only was she going to be late for her appointment, she was going to return home to a new neighbour.

She’d loved the peace since the last family moved out, and had dreaded the inevitable arrival of a new family to fill the space.

She strode out, hands on hips.

“You can’t park there.”

One of them men looked up and down the road. “And where else do you propose we park, miss? Streets too narrow to get in the driveway, and I for sure as hell ain’t gonna carry heavy furniture two blocks.” He kept walking.

“I’ve got an appointment in half an hour.”

“Well, Miss Persnickety, call a taxi.”

Acacia’s mouth dropped open. “Of all the — ” But he was buried in the back of the truck, his mate avoiding her gaze as he returned with another box. She stormed back into the house and sat at the window, fuming. She wasn’t going to call a taxi, it’d cost a fortune. But she couldn’t cancel either, that would cost her, too. She drummed her fingers on the table, realising too late a third man had appeared, carrying the boxes from the lawn into the house. The new owner?

She strode outside, waving over the low hedge that separated the two properties.

“Excuse me!” She was ready to give him a piece of her mind, until he turned, sparkling blue eyes meeting her gaze. Bristle covered a strong jaw, his T-shirt tight across a well toned chest. Acacia’s breath caught.

“Hi.” He strode towards her, his hand out to shake hers.

She found her hand in his, the warmth and surety of his grip sending a tingle up her arms, and all the anger she felt melted away.

“I’m Ashton,” he said, his smile showing perfect white teeth.

“Hi. Acacia.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his.

“Nice to meet you.” He pulled his hand away. “Sorry about the truck over your driveway. I thought there’d be more space in the street.”

Acacia found herself smiling. “There’s a mother’s group that meets once a week, several houses up. Any other day you would’ve been fine.”

“Ah, that explains it then. It’s been empty every other time I’ve been here.”

“Actually, I do have an appointment. I’d cancel but it’s pretty important and — ”

“Would you like me to drive you? I’m not a serial killer, promise!” He raised his hands in the air.

Acacia’s heart swelled. “That would be great, thanks.”

Acacia had never felt so comfortable with someone she’d only just met. He dropped her at her appointment, waited in town the half an hour until it was done, and drove her home again.

She invited him for dinner, he accepted. She made pasta, he brought wine.

They talked till the early hours of the morning, and she offered him the spare room so he didn’t have to go back to a cold mattress on the floor of an empty house.

Neither of them made it to bed.

They sat on the couch for one more wine, and then he leaned in towards her, ever so slightly, his gaze on her lips. She met him halfway, her hand on his neck, her thumb brushing his bristles, a sigh of contentment leaving her mouth as he broke away to kiss her jaw, nibble her ear, nuzzle into her neck.

He pulled away. “Is that okay?”

“Don’t stop, please.”

He kissed her again. She pulled her top over her head, revealing a black lacy bra, moaning as his warm hands covered her, stroking her nipples through the fabric.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as he slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her hips. He teased her, kissing around her cleft, and down her thigh and back up again, until she groaned in frustration, spreading her legs to entice him in.

When his mouth closed over her clit she sighed, and then his tongue circled and he sucked her, his fingers sliding across her folds and delving deep inside. She writhed under his touch, an orgasm tearing through her far sooner than she expected.

She cupped his cheek, urged him to kiss her lips. As he moved up her body she spread her legs wide, wrapping them around him as she tilted her hips to rub her cleft against his tip.

“I don’t normally do this,” he admitted. “But I feel such a connection to you.”

“Same,” she whispered.

She retrieved a condom from her drawer, and slid it over his cock.

She was so wet he slid inside, groaning her name as he eased in and out. He held back, but she didn’t want slow, and she thrust against him, her lips pressed against his, her tongue delving into his mouth.

He pulled away, holding himself above her on locked elbows, his gaze burning into hers as he came, the hunger in his eyes pulling her back over the edge.

Six months later the house next door was up for sale again.

Hers was bigger, and they no longer needed two.

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