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

“I am,” he agreed, his voice full of lust and want and sounding exactly like sex should feel. “So tell me exactly what you want.”


“Fuck me,” I whispered. “I want you in me. Any way I can get you.”


He pulled back just enough so I could see his face. “There we go. I love knowing exactly what you want. You tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, every time.”


“Fuck,” I said on a moan. “Fuck fuck fuck.”


“You got it. Get this delectable ass to the bedroom.” He pushed me away, but gently, then gave me a swat on the ass to get me moving. I headed down the hall with him right behind me. Then he pushed up against me, rubbing my crease with his dick as he steered me into the right room. The feel of his hard length there sent a shock through my system and my knees nearly buckled. But Dylan was right there, and he grabbed me and held me up. When I was steady again, or at least steady enough to walk, he dragged me into the room.


Chapter 20