lack of sex in general. That was enough to drive any man crazy, and doing without it for three years was certainly cause to put him over the edge.
No wonder he got a woody every time Holly paraded past him. It had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with his dick having a mind of its own.
Ever since his wife Karen and their two-year-old son Scott had their lives snuffed out by a drunk driver, he’d avoided getting emotionally attached to a woman, sexually or otherwise. And if he ever did decide to get involved with someone, it wouldn’t be with his next-door neighbor, who Kenny suspected was still in love with her jerk of an ex-husband.
“Instead of staring at her through the kitchen window like a peeping tom,” Libby said a few moments later, “why don’t you ask her out sometime?”
Kenny forced himself to laugh. “Why would I want to ask Holly Mayfield out? I can barely stand to be in the same room with her.” Although he had grown fond of her freckled face son.
Libby shrugged and ran a hand through her dark cropped hair. “I don’t think you realize how lucky you are to be alive. Maybe it’s time you found someone to prove it to you.”
He was about to dispute her theory when the patio door slid open and in walked Holly. “Anyone want to go out for pizza?” she asked, licking her top lip. “I’m famished.” She’d changed into a bright pink, low-cut, fitted blouse tucked into skin-tight jeans. Jeans that showed off her curves ever so nicely.
Yeah, I’m famished, too , he thought, but not for pizza. And damn if his cock wasn’t standing at attention again.
“Greg and Chloe have Jordan for the weekend. I thought about staying home, taking a long, hot, bubble bath and enjoying the quiet. But I’d rather be with people tonight.” She picked up a box of crackers from the counter and dug in.
Kenny ignored the images of Holly in a bubble bath that were trying to force their way into his head.
“Kenny and I were just deciding whether to go out or stay in,” Libby said, opening the refrigerator. She screwed up her face. “Nothing in here of much interest. Pizza sounds good to me.” Closing the refrigerator door, she met Kenny’s gaze and arched a brow.
Kenny faked a yawn. “I’m kind of tired. Why don’t you two go? I’ll just make a sandwich or something.”
The truth was, pizza sounded great, but he had no desire to sit across a booth from Holly and listen to her complain about her ex and his girlfriend while Kenny would be thinking about all the erotic things that luscious mouth could be doing to him. And he was tired of giving himself hand-jobs at night due to her arousing the hell out of him. Best to keep his distance from her and maybe those sexual feelings would fade away.
“Well, if you ladies will excuse me,” he said, setting the newspaper on the kitchen table, “I have work to do.”
“Wait, Kenny,” Holly said, tripping over a throw rug. The box of crackers flew from her hand and landed on the floor. She scurried to her knees to pick up the box and the few crackers that had escaped.
Her denim-clad butt was the focus of his attention before she stood and faced him again. He noticed the bright pink stains that had appeared on her cheeks.
She smiled sweetly. “I want to get your opinion on something.”
His opinion? This should be interesting. He happened to know Holly didn’t care for his opinions any more than he cared for hers. To think she would ask his advice about something, no matter how trivial, truly surprised him.
She pushed a strand of hair away from her face and blinked several times before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about having my breasts enlarged.”
Jesus.
She blinked again, her big brown eyes growing wide. “What do you think?” she asked, lifting her arms away from her sides, inviting him to check her out.
His gaze lingered on her small breasts before meeting her eyes, and once again he grew hard as a baseball bat.
No wonder he got a woody every time Holly paraded past him. It had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with his dick having a mind of its own.
Ever since his wife Karen and their two-year-old son Scott had their lives snuffed out by a drunk driver, he’d avoided getting emotionally attached to a woman, sexually or otherwise. And if he ever did decide to get involved with someone, it wouldn’t be with his next-door neighbor, who Kenny suspected was still in love with her jerk of an ex-husband.
“Instead of staring at her through the kitchen window like a peeping tom,” Libby said a few moments later, “why don’t you ask her out sometime?”
Kenny forced himself to laugh. “Why would I want to ask Holly Mayfield out? I can barely stand to be in the same room with her.” Although he had grown fond of her freckled face son.
Libby shrugged and ran a hand through her dark cropped hair. “I don’t think you realize how lucky you are to be alive. Maybe it’s time you found someone to prove it to you.”
He was about to dispute her theory when the patio door slid open and in walked Holly. “Anyone want to go out for pizza?” she asked, licking her top lip. “I’m famished.” She’d changed into a bright pink, low-cut, fitted blouse tucked into skin-tight jeans. Jeans that showed off her curves ever so nicely.
Yeah, I’m famished, too , he thought, but not for pizza. And damn if his cock wasn’t standing at attention again.
“Greg and Chloe have Jordan for the weekend. I thought about staying home, taking a long, hot, bubble bath and enjoying the quiet. But I’d rather be with people tonight.” She picked up a box of crackers from the counter and dug in.
Kenny ignored the images of Holly in a bubble bath that were trying to force their way into his head.
“Kenny and I were just deciding whether to go out or stay in,” Libby said, opening the refrigerator. She screwed up her face. “Nothing in here of much interest. Pizza sounds good to me.” Closing the refrigerator door, she met Kenny’s gaze and arched a brow.
Kenny faked a yawn. “I’m kind of tired. Why don’t you two go? I’ll just make a sandwich or something.”
The truth was, pizza sounded great, but he had no desire to sit across a booth from Holly and listen to her complain about her ex and his girlfriend while Kenny would be thinking about all the erotic things that luscious mouth could be doing to him. And he was tired of giving himself hand-jobs at night due to her arousing the hell out of him. Best to keep his distance from her and maybe those sexual feelings would fade away.
“Well, if you ladies will excuse me,” he said, setting the newspaper on the kitchen table, “I have work to do.”
“Wait, Kenny,” Holly said, tripping over a throw rug. The box of crackers flew from her hand and landed on the floor. She scurried to her knees to pick up the box and the few crackers that had escaped.
Her denim-clad butt was the focus of his attention before she stood and faced him again. He noticed the bright pink stains that had appeared on her cheeks.
She smiled sweetly. “I want to get your opinion on something.”
His opinion? This should be interesting. He happened to know Holly didn’t care for his opinions any more than he cared for hers. To think she would ask his advice about something, no matter how trivial, truly surprised him.
She pushed a strand of hair away from her face and blinked several times before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about having my breasts enlarged.”
Jesus.
She blinked again, her big brown eyes growing wide. “What do you think?” she asked, lifting her arms away from her sides, inviting him to check her out.
His gaze lingered on her small breasts before meeting her eyes, and once again he grew hard as a baseball bat.
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