Mark Winston is mostly content with his life. He has a home, a job he loves, and a sister who always has his back. So what if the one thing he’s missing is a person to share that life with? Experience has proved he can’t get what he wants and needs out of a relationship. Yet he can’t stop wanting his next door neighbor and wishing there could be more between them.<br><br>Dylan Pomeroy might be young, but knows what he wants: Mark. He continually inserts himself into the older man’s life, determined to show Mark that he’s exactly what Mark needs. But Mark worries that the difference in their ages, and his need to be cared for, are hurdles too big to overcome.<br><br>But Dylan won’t be deterred, and Mark begins to realize his worries are unfounded. Dylan shows Mark he’s the perfect man for him. But years of being rejected for his wants makes it difficult for Mark to hope that things between them will work out. Can Mark let go of his insecurities and let himself fall in love with Dylan?

Love with the Next Door Neighbor

For a moment, I heard Connor’s voice in my head, the man I’d dated before Jessica, snarling about how I “wanted a daddy not a boyfriend.” Or how Jessica thought it was weird and wrong when I wanted her to peg me, because she thought it was my job to fuck her. How they hadn’t been the first to bring those things up, and put me down because of them. I didn’t want to relive that now. Or ever again.


I forced myself back to the present and tried to make my tone as firm as possible. “No. Please, just….let it go.”


He held up his hands. “All right. I will. For now. You done with dinner?”


He pointed to my plate as he stood, and picked it up without waiting for a comment from me. I blinked, sort of surprised he hadlet it go, and was relieved I made my point. I watched him walk into the house, noticing for the first time he was wearing shorts that clung to his ass. And what a great ass it was. And since I wasn’t an “ass-man” it took a lot for me to notice that sort of thing.


Chapter 8