Page 31 of Boxer Next Door

“Lydia,” he groaned against my lips as he circled a finger tightly around my clit.

All I could do was moan. Then, he was tugging on the back of my thighs, and I held his neck tightly as he lifted me against the shower wall, wrapping my legs around his hips. The water felt warm and wonderful, even with the cold shower wall against my back, and he slid into me, carefully, slowly. As excited as he seemed, he could still be this gentle with me. He rocked his body against mine, his cock moving slowly in and out of me, and I gasped with every slide. I tilted my head back against the shower wall, letting myself go as he invaded me totally.

The water pouring over us hid my tears. I couldn’t even call this fucking; it felt too much like Ken was making love to me in my shower, and yet, I didn’t think that could be it.

Something was wrong. I couldn't hide it from myself any longer.

Everything seemed just fine, but I could feel it, and my intuition had never been wrong. While I hadn't noticed anything strange about Mike’s behavior in the lead up to the divorce, I’d felt the same dread that filled my chest, even as I gave into the pleasure I was getting from Ken.

He’s going to realize it, or something is going to make him realize. That I’m no good for him, too old, too many responsibilities, something…

Feeling desperation rise in my chest, I held his hair and tugged his head away from where he was nipping and sucking on my neck. I’d need a scarf to hide the marks he was probably leaving, but I was suddenly possessive of those marks. It was a shame they would be gone in a couple of days. I angled his head and leaned in for a kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth as soon as he parted for me. Ken groaned, his hands holding me tighter as he fucked me just a little faster, a little harder against the shower wall. I muffled a moan into his mouth, feeling my insides growing tight as my climax approached.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today,” he growled in between kisses, “but I like it.”

I chuckled, cutting off with a gasp when he moved his hips just right and hit something inside me that had me squirming against him.

“I just really, really missed you,” I said.

He groaned and picked up his pace again. I held onto him as my body shuddered in orgasm, Ken going still against me in his climax. We stayed in that position for a while as we caught our breath. The shower was cooling down again, and Ken let me down. He had to hold onto me because my legs were still shaky.

I was very conscious of the difference between us. Ken had to wash us both as I stayed leaning against the shower wall. Then, he picked me up and walked me out of the shower stall, pausing to towel the both of us down. He carried me into bed and tucked me in as I’d done for Bryson. Fear struck my heart when I thought he would leave, and I clutched at his arm. He arched his eyebrows at me, surprised, and I could feel my face warming up in a blush.

“Do you… think you could stay?” I asked. “Just for a little bit, until I fall asleep?”

Ken didn’t seem to think anything was wrong, though he did give me a curious look. But he just smiled and pulled the covers back, having me scoot further back so he could get inside with me.

“Why not?” he said easily. “Any time you want me to hold you, all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind.”

Even as I tucked myself against his chest, my heart wouldn’t calm down. Surely, if I noticed it, so would he? I could feel his half hard cock pressed against me, but I knew I couldn’t do more than we already had for the day because I was still exhausted from work. He wanted more, but he wasn’t pushing for it.

How long would it take? I wondered to myself. Before he realizes that I’m old. Too old for him. That he was good-looking enough to get a woman younger than me easily.

Hell, even Annara would be a good catch. She wasn’t too much younger than me, but she looked and acted way younger than her age in a way that I couldn’t.

That was where my problem became known to me. It wasn’t about Ken’s age at all. It was about mine.

15

Kenji

It was another lovely day with Lydia. I was taking a shower after our usual activities. Lydia had insisted on us taking separate showers because she was tired. We’d gone two rounds already. Because I didn’t want to overburden her, I agreed to it. I pouted the entire time, but she’d turned her head away and pretended not to see.

“Ken!”

I paused, wiping water off my face. I turned around to see Lydia standing at the door, dressed in a pair of cotton track pants and a t-shirt, hair still wet.

“What is it? Did you change your mind?” I asked with a smirk, feeling a little hopeful. I pouted again when she shook her head.

“Your phone is ringing. I don’t know if it’s anything important…”

Now that she said it, I could hear it over the sound of the shower. My heart thumped for a moment, but the call cut off. There was another sound, this one for notifications, and I felt relieved.

No way would that guy send me a text.

It was probably something else that had come up.

“Can you check what it’s about for me? I’m almost done here.”