Chapter 2

I heard the distinctive knock of Stanley on the front door before I could even open my eyes. There was no need to hurry and get up, though; I’d given him a key a long time before. It had been a few weeks since Stanley wanted to play, but man did I miss our time together.

“Isabella, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good, just sleeping. What’s up?”

“I text you last night, and you said we were doing coffee today,” Stanley said as he stood at the end of the bed and started to unbutton his flannel shirt. “I was worried.”

“Oh, yeah, wow, I totally forgot about that,” I said as I opened my phone and saw the text I’d sent to him. “Come here, I’ve missed you.”

I threw the blankets back and exposed my naked body to him. We were so comfortable with each other that I knew he would climb right in, and I couldn’t wait.

As he slipped out of his clothes, his body throbbed with excitement for me. Stanley had an above average body which he often hid behind below average clothing. When he climbed into the bed, I instantly grabbed for him and started to stroke him.

I was in desperate need of an orgasm. Not the kind that I’d get from a toy or my fingers, no, I needed a hard thick member thrusting inside of me. Stanley just seemed to know exactly what I needed as his fingers started to play with me, and I soaked with excitement for him.

There wasn’t going to need to be a bunch of foreplay for this morning of fun. I was ready for him within moments and reached over to the drawer to hand him a condom. Normally, I would have done the honor myself, but I could hardly open my eyes from the aftermath of alcohol, so this morning was going to be Stanley’s morning to be in charge.

He climbed on top of me and didn’t hesitate as he slid his body into mine. I loved the size of him and how he made me uncomfortable for just a moment while my body adjusted to having him inside of me.

His strokes were long and hard. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly and urged him to move faster and harder. I just wanted to forget everything and feel the pleasure of his body and mine as they exploded in ecstasy.

My hips thrust hard against him, and I rubbed my clit against his body as well. The pleasure was building up quickly, and I knew Stanley wasn’t going to wait for his explosion. We’d been away from each other for a little bit, and that meant that Stanley was eager to cum, but so was I.

“Harder,” I ordered him.

He grabbed my legs and put them onto his shoulders as he pounded deep inside of me. I loved every moment of it and soon felt my body rumbling with the pleasure that I needed so desperately that morning.

Stanley thrust deep into me, and as soon as I motioned that I was starting to cum, he let himself release into the pleasure as well. Together, we thrust our bodies in perfect timing until we both exploded at nearly the same time.

“Fuck,” Stanley groaned. “I can’t stay away from you.”

“Then don’t,” I teased him as he fell next to me in the bed.

My phone started to ring, and I knew exactly who it was going to be. She had impeccable timing and a sense for when I was in the middle of anything fun.

“Are you alright?” Willow said loudly into the phone.

I’m not sure if she was actually loud or if my body was reacting profusely to the large amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before and my total dehydration.

“Shhhh, not so loud,” I said as I tried to pry my eyes open and hold a normal conversation with my friend.

“I’m talking in a regular voice. Are you just getting up? Geeze Isabella, it’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon.”

Sitting up in my bed, I squinted with one eye as I looked at the clock. I couldn’t remember ever sleeping in that late, even on a Sunday. Typically, I had my days filled with so many things to do I would wake up out of pure worry that I wouldn’t get them all done. I really had thought Stanley came over much earlier than he had. My whole timing for the day was totally thrown off.

“I guess I am,” I said with a smile.

“So you’re alive, and I can call off the search crews, great.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for coffee. I’m just going to nurse this hangover for today.”

“Take some aspirin, drink some water, oh, and some orange juice too.”

“Alright. Alright. I have to go. See you tomorrow.”

My bladder was about to explode, and if Willow had not willingly hung up, I’m sure I would have just done it myself. Willow was a kind soul who really did care about everyone. After losing my parents to illness and Michael to a car accident, Willow had been the best person in the world to lean on. When I’d taken three men into my apartment, she was worried about me, but even then she let me be when she saw how happy I was.

As I brushed my teeth, the memory of the gorgeous stranger hit me, and I had to go look out the window. It didn’t look any different over there at the neighbor’s house. I watched intently to see if I noticed any curtains moving as he walked passed, or perhaps I would get lucky enough to see him come outside again.

I tried to peer around to the garage out back to see if there was a vehicle there, but I couldn’t see from my bedroom.

I moved my snooping self down to the kitchen as I made a cup of coffee. The sweet and bitter taste hit my pallet with a bang, and I could feel the caffeine start rushing through my body. I needed that desperately.

Stanley came down the stairs and joined me for a brief coffee before I sent him on his way. Even though I really loved our visit that day, I had a bit of a fixation on the guy across the lawn, and I was focused on getting to see him soon.

“When should I come over again?” Stanley asked as I walked him to the door.

“Text me. We can arrange something. You know how it is.”

“Yes, I do. I’ll text you later tonight,” he said and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving.

The memory of the hot neighbor’s body still burned in my brain; I could still feel his warm olive skin on my hands. I licked my lips with desire as I thought about his lips. Their perfect color and roundness; oh, how I wanted to feel them against mine. It was like a sweetness on my mouth as I thought about the neighbor and how he could please me with those lips of his.

My eyes stayed focused on his house, just waiting for him to come out shirtless like he had done the night before. My body ached to see him again. I didn’t even know his name, but I was filled with thoughts of desire.

What would his lips feel like on my body? Oh, how I would love to feel them softly moving over every inch of me. Slowly moving from my neck, down to my nipple, and further down to bring me to a tremendous explosion.

With my coffee in hand, I went out my back door to see if he was anywhere to be seen. I looked around his garage, but there wasn’t a car there. It looked just as empty as it always had. A sinking feeling came over me.

He was real, right? The idea that he might not have really been there the night before haunted me. I know I had been drunk, but was it possible to be so drunk you imagined a person that didn’t exist?

As I stood in my backyard looking at his house, I was compelled to get closer and closer to the building. I could feel my heart start quickening with each step. One foot in front of the other, and I made my way into the neighbor’s backyard. I placed my hand on the side door to the garage and slowly twisted the doorknob. It opened.

When I looked into the garage, it was totally empty. This seemed extremely odd to me. If someone had really just moved in, surely they would have some boxes or other personal belongings that they would be storing in the garage.

Confusion filled me as I walked up to the house. I placed my face against one of the windows and looked inside. The same old furniture that had sat in there for the last five years was still there.

The Hendersons had been killed in a car accident, and they had no children. Five years had gone by, but I could still remember it like it was yesterday. They had been arguing for days before the accident, and I believed the husband had purposely driven them off the road. But no one would ever know for sure, the event was officially listed as an accident. Their home was given to a cousin who lived out of town. We all thought the cousin would list the house for sale, but year after year it stayed empty.

I walked around to the front of the home and without thinking, I knocked. A flash of regret quickly filled my body. What if he was there? I would look crazy to him. Peering in his windows, looking in his garage, knocking on his door; all for no good reason at all.

Well, in my head I had a good reason. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see if that electricity I had felt the night before was something real or just something that my mind had imagined.

I stood timidly waiting in anticipation. I wanted to see him again, but then I was nervous at the possibility as well.

My mind raced with thoughts of why a man like that would come to Bain, Missouri. There was no reason for anyone to come to this small town in the countryside of Missouri; well, no good reason at least. He said he had come for a break, but still; no one came to our small town for a break either.

Everyone who lived in Bain was born there or had the unfortunate luck to have fallen in love with someone who lived there. People just didn’t move to small towns like Bain nowadays.

After standing for a few minutes in front of the neighbor’s house, I came to the conclusion that I either totally imagined this guy, or he wasn’t home. I slowly made my way back over to my house and called Willow back.

“Hey, have you heard of anyone moving into the old Henderson house?”

“No. Why?”

I hesitated to tell her about the gorgeous guy from the previous night. What if my brain really had made the whole thing up? It was totally possible that in my drunken stupor from the night before, I had imagined the whole incident.

“Oh, no reason, I just thought I saw a light on over there.”

“Well, I know the cousin was going to try and rent the house out or sell it or something. But I haven’t heard of anyone being interested. Plus, I think we would have noticed a moving truck if someone had decided to move in.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Okay, thanks.”

I hung up and was even more confused than before. Willow was right. I would have noticed a moving truck over there. I was almost always home.

This was getting more and more baffling by the moment.