“Jacob.” Jessica’s shoulder shifts under my forehead. “Uh, my thighs are kinda sore.”

I smile against the column of her neck, inhaling the scent of vanilla on her skin. My hands travel down to her full ass and squeeze the cheeks, pulling her against me.

“Jacob!” Jessica shrieks.

“Am I a good neighbor now?” I whisper in her ear.

Jessica is blushing when I pull out of her, her eyes looking away, seemingly stuck for words. That's fucking adorable, and it's giving me some strange fuzzy feelings in my chest.

She hops down from the counter and I watch her ass wiggle away while my cum drips down the insides of her sexy thighs. I just know it's an image that’s going to stay with me for the rest of my life. When I’m old and jacking my wrinkled dick off, I know I’ll be thinking about this moment.

When Jessica comes back—fully clothed, to my disappointment—I hand her a fresh mug of coffee and give her a meaningful look. I can almost tell the exact moment she remembers what I did with the coffee. She flicks her gaze toward some other part of the room to avoid me.

“See you again tonight? Maybe we can drink some tea instead. You know, to help you sleep,” I say.

She continues to drink her coffee in silence.

I bet I can get her to say something. I ask, “Before I go home, why don't you tell me who you meant by ‘they’ yesterday? Who are these people who are looking for you?”

“I said you can stay here if you insist. I didn't say I was going to tell you anything.” There she is. She's back, the hothead. It's messing with my head how different she is in bed and out of it, but I love it.

“Well, I’m going to find out anyway. That's what neighbors do, right? Get all up in each other's business?” I blow on my mug of coffee and take a small sip, while from the corners of my vision, I watch her snap her head toward me in anger. I smile to myself. It's so fun to mess with her.

“That was not what I said and you know it,” she says in an overly calm voice, anger simmering just under the surface.

“Okay.” I shrug. I watch in satisfaction as she sags when she realizes I’m not going to escalate the conflict. “I’m fully awake now, thanks to your coffee—and cream.” I wink as I raise my mug toward Jessica. “That was excellent cream. Fresh and sweet and--”

“I get it. Good cream. Ha-ha. Double entendre. Very funny. Nice joke,” Jessica says in a flat tone while she glares at me over her mug of morning coffee.

“Patience. There's a point to what I’m saying. What is it?” I raise my gaze toward the ceiling like I’m trying to remember. “That's right. I'm awake now,” I say, looking at Jessica's threatening eyes with amusement. Soon she's not going to be able to keep her cool. “So I may as well do something productive with my day. Maybe I’ll look into Steve, your Tinder date. Or Caine, the guy who wants to meet up with you.”

“You’ve been spying on me?” She raises her voice and her eyes widen.

“Like I said, I’m just going to help you, and I don't care what you have to say about it.”

“How did you find out about them? Did you put cameras on me? Are there cameras in my house?”

“That's a great idea, but I didn’t.” I place my empty mug in the sink, where it makes a metallic hollow sound. I give Jessica a sweet smile as I turn around to get to the living room.

“You're not answering me. How did you find out about Steve and Caine?” Jessica stands in the kitchen with her hands on her waist, glowering at me.

“I have my ways.” I grab my stuff, leaving the blanket on the floor after a momentary hesitation. After wolfing down my waffles, Max has apparently fallen into food coma on my blanket.

When I look back into the kitchen, Jessica's still waiting for an explanation, so I say, “Listen. It doesn't matter how I found out. All you need to know is you can't do this without having someone on your side. And it seems to me like I’m the only one here. You have no choice but to accept my help. The sooner you accept it, the better.”

Jessica clenches her little fists and crosses her arms. Even normally, her tits defy gravity with how high they sit on her chest. But when she does this, it only makes her tits look more tantalizing. I tell myself to be patient. I bet I’ll spend more quality time with them again soon.

“Think about it,” I say. “The fact that I can find out about them on my own just goes to show that I can help you. I can find these guys and stay one step ahead of them. You’ll be safe.”

She still looks furious, but I can tell the gears are turning in her head. She's a proud woman who will not admit it, but soon she'll see my point. She needs rescuing, and I’m the right guy for the job.

“Where do you think you're going?” Jessica asks when I walk past the kitchen toward the back of the house.

“I’m going out the back door. You said you didn't want the neighbors to assume things about you. I can go straight to my back door from here,” I say. “Oh, I left my number on the counter. Call me if anything happens. If not, we’ll see each other tonight. It's not like you can ghost me again this time.”

I hold the door handle while I look back to see Jessica's furious face. “See you tonight, neighbor. Or should I call you roomie instead now, roomie? Hmm… Maybe not. It doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Later, neighbor.”

As I walk out the back door, the breeze delivers the scent of fresh grass and morning dew. The first rays of light fall on the ground in splotches, shaped by the tree branches and leaves.

I take a deep breath of the fresh morning air and think about what just happened.

Wow. The way our bodies fit together is just something else. But beyond that, I can tell she gets off from letting me boss her around, tell her what to do, use her body however I want. I can't get over how fucking responsive she is to my touch, and how eager she is to follow my orders, to do things that bring me pleasure, to be the thing that brings me pleasure.

I’d always remembered that night with Jessica fondly, to put it mildly. But, over the years, I’d convinced myself it was just nostalgia making everything seem better in my memory than it really was.

But we still share the same chemistry as before. Together, we're just as good as I remember.

There's no way I'm letting Jessica go now. I'm already fantasizing about fucking her tight pussy again, tasting the honey between her legs again, maybe even shove my cock down her throat. God, just think of all the things I can do with a girl like her.

I feel myself stir in my pants. Fuck, you’d think I’ve never gotten laid before, the way my body reacts to her. I'm like a junkie now, hankering for my next fix.