☽Ⓛ❈Ⓒ☾

I watch Vince Loughton work out in his garden. He's using the pull up bar, flexing all of his delicious muscles.

'It's been a month already, will you just go talk to him?'

I jump at the sound of Mindy's voice and glare at her over my shoulder.

'Don't sneak up on me like that!'

'Don't perv on our neighbour,' she retorts with a smug smile.

I have no reply to that. I close my mouth and turn back to our gorgeous hunk of a neighbour.

'You guys have so much sexual chemistry, you need to go for it,' Mindy urges me.

I scoff, but I'll confess, she kinda has a point.

A month ago, Vince moved into the house next door.

Alone.

Mindy and I went round a few days later and introduced ourselves. We brought him a cake and our landline number, just in case there was ever an emergency and he needed something.

He was gracious and flattered at the time. I think he was surprised to have us knocking on his door and thrusting a cake into his hand, to be honest.

He gave us his number, too. Well, he gave it to me, actually. I was over the moon because his eyes had remained on me the whole time. With a supermodel like Mindy next to me, that means a lot.

Ever since then, we haven't had a proper conversation. I've said hello to him in the morning when we've both been leaving for work. We spoke about the weather as we took our bins out; we both agreed it was going to rain.

That's it.

That's the sole summary of our limited interaction.

And in the last month, I have managed to grow the world's biggest crush on the police officer dog handler next door.

Yeah, that's right, he is a police officer that trains dogs.

It's like hot and cute rolled into one.

'I'm sorry but, how is a girl meant to resist such a fine piece of ass next door?' I ask Mindy.

It's a warm day, he's sweating. His whole upper body is covered in a sheen as he pulls himself up to the metal bar.

'You're not, that's the point. Get your damn ass over there and ask him out,' my housemate responds.

I'll admit, I was a little bummed yesterday. A woman parked on his drive and went into the house with him. She brought this big-ass mirror.

Maybe I'm too late...

Too late for what dumbass? You've not acted on this crush at all.

'Seriously, it's been four weeks. I've had enough of watching you two pine over each other.'

I glare at her. 'We do not pine at each other.'

'You do!' She protests. 'Look, he's looking over right now, pining!'

My head snaps back to the window and Mindy bursts out laughing.

'Oh, my God! Got you! You turned around so fast, I'm surprised you haven't got whiplash,' she says through fits of laughter. 'You're so whipped, girl. Just fucking ask him out already.'

'Why am I friends with you again?' I mutter as I keep watching Vince.

'Cause I'm awesome.'

Vince drops down from the bar and rolls his shoulders to loosen them up. He wipes his face with a towel and then turns towards the house. He looks straight up at my window.

'Oh, shit,' I utter and quickly look away.

'Hi, Vince!' Mindy waves enthusiastically from beside me on my window seat. 'He's waving back! Wave at him, Jin.'

I scowl at her and then turn to our neighbour. Vince is stood in his garden, waving at us. I wave back awkwardly.

I get up abruptly and step back from his line of view.

'That was fucking embarrassing,' I mumble and collapse on my bed.

'Not as embarrassing as it will be when he invites you to his wedding as a guest,' Mindy comments. 'We need to do something. I'll have to wait a while for him to have a shower.'

I lift my head up and glare at her.

'Don't you dare do anything, Mindy,' I warn her.

She feigns innocence and shrugs. 'Like what? I wouldn't do anything stupid. Give me an hour, I'll come up with a plan...'

She walks out of my room. I call her name but she ignores me.

Ugh.

She's going to do something stupid, I know it.

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆✥⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

About forty-five minutes later, Mindy pokes her head around my door. I know she's done something, her eyes are far too bright with excitement.

'Put something nice on. Something revealing! Spray some perfume and touch up your eyeliner.'

The door is closed behind her before I can ask for any details.

I've been friends with Mindy long enough to know to do as she says. If she wants me to fix myself up, it's because there are guys coming over.

Reluctantly, I slide off the bed and do as she commands. I fix up my make-up and catch sight of Mindy marching over to Vince's house with a purpose.

What is she up to now?

I'm just slipping a summer dress over my head when I hear the front door open and close. I smooth the material down and then rush down the stairs.

Standing in the hallway, at the bottom of the stairs, is Vince and Mindy. Vince has showered and changed. He's wearing a wife-beater that shows off all of his muscles.

I freeze on the third step from the bottom, my hand gripping the banister.

What is he doing here?

How is he so hot?

Vince looks up at me and one side of his mouth lifts up in a half-smile.

'Hey, Jin,' he greets me warmly.

My face heats up in an automatic response to his attention.

'Hi, Vince,' I reply shyly. 'What are you doing here?'

'He's fixing my bedroom lamp,' Mindy jumps in.

I narrow my eyes at her in suspicion. 'You don't have a lamp in your bedroom.'

She smirks. 'Oh! That's right...but you do.'

'There's nothing wrong with my lamp.' I cross my arms over my chest.

Mindy frowns and nods convincingly.

'I think there is, I knocked it over and broke the bulb by accident. It needs a new one. I'm sure Vince can help you with that.'

And just like that, her master plan is revealed...

Vince looks between us, obviously sensing the tension and not wanting to get involved.

'I can help,' he offers sweetly.

I scowl at Mindy and turn to Vince. 'Come on up.'

He follows me up the stairs and along the corridor, into my room. My heartbeat immediately picks up.

Vince Loughton is in my room!

'I'm sorry about her, ' I tell him, going over to my lamp.

The bulb is indeed missing from the lamp. A box with a new one in is lying next to it.

How did I not see her do this?

I realise that Mindy must have come in and done this whilst I was in the bathroom, getting ready.

'Shall I?' He asks, gesturing to the bulb box in my hand.

I give it to him and our fingers touch lightly. Desire shoots through me and I struggle not to drop the box. Vince takes it from me with a smile and opens it.

I watch awkwardly at the side whilst he changes the bulb and then tests the lamp.

'Amazing, thank you!' I tell him, even though I could have easily done that myself.

He turns to me and smiles.

'Actually, there is something that you could help me with, if you don't mind?'

'Um, sure,' I reply, wondering what on Earth a strong, smart guy like Vince could need help with.

'There's this mirror that I need taking upstairs but I need some help,' he explains.

My heart sinks at the mention of the mirror.

The mirror that the girl brought round.

I follow Vince outside and over to his house. Mindy raps her knuckles on the windows and I look over my shoulder at her.

She mimes sucking a guy off by fisting her hand and pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

'Mature,' I mouth at her and stick my middle finger up.

Vince lets me into his house and I look around nosily. It's the first time I'm seeing in his home. It's tasteful, decorated in white with a few bold shades of navy or red.

It smells good, too. It smells like him.

'It's not heavy,' he says as he points to the black mirror. 'It's just hard to manoeuvre, what with my arm and all.'

He holds up his prosthesis.

'That's okay,' I reply. 'I'll help.'

'Could you take it upstairs and round the corner? It's the corner that I was struggling with,' he explains.

I pick up the mirror and grip it tightly.

What a shame it would be if I dropped it...but I don't want the bad luck.

'Thank you for this,' Vince says behind me as I carry it upstairs.

It's a bit awkward getting it around the corner, but I manage to do it without scuffing his walls.

'My sister bought it for the spare room,' he tells me.

Relief pierces through me so quickly, that I almost drop the mirror.

'Your sister?' I ask casually, pretending that I'm not doing a mental happy dance. 'Is she younger or older?'

'Older and stupidly protective,' he mutters.

I put the mirror down and lean it against the wall.

Vince smiles widely. 'Perfect. Thank you, Jin.'

I shrug, feeling nervous. 'No problem.'

We both stand in the room in silence for a moment, studying each other. I don't want to go and he seems reluctant to let me leave.

'Jin...do you mind me being forward?'

My heartbeat falters and I quickly shake my head. 'No...I'd like it,' I reply quietly.

He takes a step towards me and I lick my dry lips.

'I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks now,' he admits lowly.

This isn't happening.

I'm dreaming, right?

This can't be real!

'Really?' I mumble.

He nods and smirks. 'Really. So, can I? Can I kiss you, Jin?'

UM, YES!

I nod, at a loss for words.

He leans and kisses me. The world stops turning for a moment as our lips meet.

The kiss starts slow and sweet. We take our time with one another, kissing almost lazily. His lips are soft yet firm, coaxing me to kiss him back with equal enthusiasm.

Gradually, the kiss builds into something more. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck in response and breathe in his heady cologne.

It's like something passes between us. An unspoken need that we've both been feeling the last few weeks. We break the kiss and our eyes meet. The need and desire in my eyes is reflected in his.

We both have the same idea, because he reaches for the bottom of his t-shirt at the same time I grab the hem of my dress. I pull it up and over my head.

Seeing Vince shirtless and this close to me is bad for my heart. He is so deliciously chiselled and muscular, it's insane.

He stares back at me with equal enamour. His hungry eyes drink in my underwear-clad body. He grabs my waist and lifts me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, on instinct.

'We're doing this in my bedroom,' he states huskily.

I nod and snake my arms around his neck to hold on. He carries me down the corridor, towards his bedroom. The plastic of his prosthetic arm is cold against my bare skin, but I don't mind.

He holds me tight and takes me into his room. He places me on the bed and I look around as he kneels between my legs.

When he spreads my thighs, my gaze snaps back to him. He gestures to my thong.

'May I?'

I nod quickly and lay back, letting him slide my thong off. Revealed to his gaze, my pussy is wet and wanting. Vince runs his fingers, his real fingers, down my labia and pushes on finger inside me. I gasp and lift my hips off the bed. He chuckles at my response and adds a second, and then a third finger.

'You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this,' he murmurs against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

Whilst he scissors the fingers inside me, he kisses up my thigh, to my pussy. I remain silent, knowing that, if I did speak, the words would come out as a garbled jumble.

His tongue tentatively flicks my clit and it creates a shudder through my body. He does it again, applying more pressure this time.

A moan leaves my mouth. He slides his fingers in and out of me and sucks gently on my clit. It's all too much for my sensitised body to bear.

With only a little more of his touching, I orgasm hard, trembling beneath his hands and moaning uncontrollably. Vince keeps circling my clit with his tongue, taking me through the pleasure.

He pulls back to give me a break. My chest is rising and falling with each breath. He leans over me and unhooks my bra. Somewhere in my come down, I manage to lift my arms and help him remove it.

Now, I'm fully naked and lying on his bed. He removes his boxers and I get a brief glimpse of the sizeable member between his legs. He kneels down between my thighs again and his mouth returns to my pussy. I lose all ability to speak or form rational thought again.

With his wicked tongue, he draws another two orgasms from me. Only when I am a truly quivering mess, does he stand up and flip me onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto all fours.

He lines himself up with my entrance and I push back against him, helping him slide fully inside of me. He lets out a satisfied grunt as he seats himself in my pussy. His grip tightens on my hips and he starts to move in and out, dragging his cock along my sensitised channel.

My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. It feels so good. His warm arm comes under my stomach and presses, lifting me upright. My back presses against his front and he holds me to him, using only his hips to fuck me.

This position is more intimate. I look at him over my shoulder and he catches my mouth with his. I moan against his lips, loving every second. His prosthetic arm wraps around my midriff, whilst his other arm slides down my front to rub my clit.

We climax together, moaning into each other's mouths and shaking with pleasure.

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆✥⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

Ten minutes later, we lay across his bed, very much naked and cuddling like lovers. His prosthetic arm is wrapped around my waist and I run my fingers along it, feeling the lightweight, smooth material.

'It's called a Hero Arm,' he comments. 'Which is ironic, because I'm no hero.'

I look up at him and wait for him to elaborate. Asking an amputee how they lost a limb (or never had one) is never appropriate in my opinion, unless you're really close. If they want to tell you, they will.

It's like one of those unspoken rules. Like never asking someone how they became blind or ended up in a wheelchair or why they haven't had any children yet.

'I got it a couple years ago to replace my old bionic arm, this one is so much better,' he continues, holding the arm up for me to see. 'I'm a BEA (below-elbow amputee). It can do pretty much everything a normal arm can do.'

'I have to say, it's pretty cool. You like Iron Man or Bucky.'

He smiles at that and then his face turns sombre. 'I'm no hero, though. You're probably wondering how I lost it.'

I shrug, trying desperately to keep the curiosity off of my face.

'I'm not a war hero or a vet. I'm an idiot,' he says bitterly. 'Ten years ago, I had just turned seventeen and I was the first of my friends to get my driver's license.'

He rolls onto his back and I roll with him, resting my head on his chest.

'I drove us to a house party, got wasted, and we all decided it would be a good idea to get more beer. I know, complete assholes. We were ignorant and stupid and I regret every second.' He sighs heavily. 'I didn't hit anyone, thank God. I took a corner too fast and we came off the road. The car rolled.'

He holds up his arm. 'My window broke and my hand was crushed under the car. My friends survived with a few cuts and bruises, one had a fractured rib. I was the worst, which I was grateful for. I deserved it. They amputated my arm below the elbow and, just like that, my life changed and my number of opportunities got smaller.'

'But you're a police officer,' I tell him and he smiles.

'Yeah. I'm lucky they let me on the force. They saw how good I am with dogs and I managed to prove to them that my arm doesn't stop me doing stuff. It works well with dogs anyway, they can bite all they want and I won't feel it,' he says with a laugh.

'Are you still friends with those guys now?'

His face hardens. 'Yeah, we're all still in contact.'

'That's good. You shouldn't beat yourself up so much about it. They were okay and you learned from your mistake.'

His face is still grim, but he nods. 'I know, but I still regret it so much. I occasionally give talks at the local high schools, tell them my story and warn them for when they get their licenses.'

'That's a good thing to do. You're a good person, Vince.'

He smirks at me. 'Wanna be bad one more time?'

I grin and lean in to peck his lips. 'Definitely.'

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆✥⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

Don't drink and drive kids ✌️