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  Pulling me to stand, he cradles the back of my head and once again our eyes lock. Leaning, he brushes his lips against my forehead and my cheek.

  Our kiss is tentative at first but soon becomes frantic and hungry. He continues to grip my head, and slides his other arm around the small of my back and pushes me tight against him. Max is hard and makes no attempt to hide the size of his dick digging in to my front.

  My walls flood with raw desire. The longer he kisses me, the needier I become. I think my panties might actually dissolve from the heat between my legs.

  He releases my head, and rubs his calloused hands over my body. Over my shoulders, down the curve of my waist, on to the roundness of my ass. I moan in delight at the way he make me feel.

  In response, he grinds himself into me, sending a whole new wave of wetness into my pussy. My hands slide over his strong back muscles and down to the waistband of his jeans. I squeeze my hands between us and rub them over his bulging cock.

  As I undo the button of his jeans, he breaks our kiss and trails kisses across my cheek and down my neck.

  Max brings his lips to my ear, and in a low voice says, “Sorry for keeping you up at night.”

  “Huh? What you mean?” I ask, my brow furrowed.

  “With the drumming.”

  Max is holding me close, but I push away from him to see his face and understand what he’s saying.

  “The drumming?”

  “Yeah. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night, and it’s the only thing that clears my head.”

  “You mean you live upstairs? You’re the drummer?”

  “Afraid so.”

  The anger of all my sleepless nights and futile attempts to stop the drumming comes bubbling up to the surface.

  “You asshole!”

  “I said I was sorry.”

  “All the notes I left you, and you just ignored them! I suppose you just ignored the ones from the landlord as well.”

  Max took his head, his mouth turned up in a sheepish smile. “I am the landlord.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Why do you think I’m here fixing your ceiling? Which, by the way, I’d appreciate if you stopped damaging my property.”

  “Stop damaging your property? How about you stop damaging my life!”

  “Easy, it was a joke. I deserved to have my ceiling ripped apart.”

  “You could at least learn to drum if you can keep people up all night doing it. Do you have any idea how bad you are? It’s just noise.”

  “It’s anger management, not music.”

  “You have anger issues?”

  “Not really. More like frustration issues.”

  “Why can’t you sleep at night like a normal person?”

  “How many more questions are you going to ask?”

  “Are you kidding me? When I lay in bed at night listening to your noise, a thousand questions are going through my mind. Mostly what the fuck is up with that guy?”

  “Let me make it up to you,” he says with hunger in his eyes.

  I close my eyes, wondering what to do. My body is desperate for his touch but he’s the figure I’ve been hating since he moved in. He’s responsible for weeks of sleepless nights.

  I open my eyes and say, “Get out of my home.”

  “I deserved that.”

  “You’re damn right you do,” I say, even as my body is screaming obscenities at me to jump into his arms.

  “I won’t keep you up any more, I promise.”

  God, there’s one way I could handle him him keeping me up at night. If only he’d introduced himself tell me me when he first moved in. But I’m holding firm. He’s made my life hell for too many weeks.

  “There’s the door,” I say, pointing at the entrance.

  “I understand that you’re angry. I hope you can forgive you me. You know where to find me.”

  “It’s not like you’d answer your door.”

  “Trust me, I’d answer it.”

  “You had your chance to answer it, and you blew it.”

  I march to the front door and hold it open for him. As he moves through it I can’t help but feel a twinge of regret.

  After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I get into bed in my panties and a cami. No matter how exhausted I am, I can’t seem to fall asleep. All I can think about is the way my body felt when Max touched me.

  Chapter 4

  I must have dozed off because the sound of tapping on my front door wakes me up. It’s a strange sounding tap, like a drumbeat, but quiet.

  Getting out of bed, I pull on my bathrobe and make my way to the door. I open it, and Max is leaning against the door frame, drumsticks in his hand. His eyes are wide and his hair disheveled. He’s wearing a fresh T-shirt and jogging pants.

  “I really needed to drum,” he says, his eyes burning into mine before shifting away.

  The look on his face is a mixture of sadness and hopefulness, causing my heart and pussy explode simultaneously.

  “Come in,” I say, stepping aside to let him pass.

  Max steps into my apartment and we turned to face each other, our eyes frozen on each other.

  I can’t even find any words to say. Instead, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and return his gaze. I wait for his move, and in an instant his hands are on me. He draws me into him and crushes his mouth against mine.

  With our lips locked, Max backs me into the living room, and against the couch. Effortlessly, he lifts me onto it. My heart is pounding, and the heat from my pussy circulates around my body.

  Max yanks open my bathrobe and slides off my panties. He shoves apart my legs and climbs on the couch to kneel between them.

  He kisses up the inside of my thigh, my skin tingling underneath his lips. He reaches the top of my leg, and blows across my mound. Tingles shoot up my back from his breath against my sensitive lips.

  I let out at high pitched moan of approval. Max responds with a grunt and slides his tongue up my slit. When he gets to the top, he flicks my clit with his tongue. It seems like my entire lower body is buzzing. I widen my legs and moan, wanting more.

  Max lifts his head and catches my eyes. With a coy smile, he says, “I’m going to make you scream louder than my drums.”

  He turns his attention back to my pussy. He spreads my lips with his fingers and dips his tongue in and out of my dripping wet entrance. I whimper, and he moves his mouth away and pushes two fingers into me.

  I writhe and moan as he curls his fingers and pumps them against my most sensitive spot. My walls start to pulse and I’m on the edge of tipping over when he pulls his hand away and moves up my body.

  “Please, don’t stop,” I plead, my voice breathy.

  “I need to kiss you.”

  Max closes his lips over mine. Our tongues dance, and his taste is mingled with my own. He grinds his hard cock into me. I frantically slide my hand under the edge of his waistband and take hold of his shaft.

  I gasp as I realize just how big he is. Even with my hands wrapped completely around him, my fingertips don’t touch my thumb. Suddenly I’m desperate to have him inside me and I lift my hips to grind myself against him.

  He breaks our kiss and nips at my earlobe.

  All of the strong feelings I had for him earlier today are back. Something about him feels right, perfect.

  “I want you inside of me,” I say.

  “Not yet,” he says, his eyes blazing. His voice is full of confidence and command. I love that he knows what he wants.

  He moves back down me, trailing kisses down my neck. My hand grasps at where his shaft just was, missing it and longing to hold it again. But Max has other ideas.

  Pushing up my cami, he exposes my tits. His tongue swirls around my nipples, first one then the other. When they harden, he nips at them with his teeth, somehow causing my pussy to clench and pulsate in response.

  I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him as close as I can to me. Max is strong, and my legs do little to immobilize him. He ki
sses over my soft belly and back to my mound.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth and my back arches in response. He sucks harder. Tingles shoot up my spine and I cry out. He cups my ass with one hand and slides two fingers back into my slick pussy.

  My body is on the edge and struggle to get air in my lungs. He keeps up his rough treatment as my moaning gets louder and louder.

  “Max!” I yell as the dam bursts.

  I squeal in pleasure as my walls spasm around his fingers. Tidal wave after tidal wave pushes over me, my body bursting with intense pleasure.

  Releasing my clit, Max stands up. He clamps a hand on each of my hips and flips me over. Moving to the end of the couch, he pulls my legs until my feet are on the floor and my pelvis is on the armrest.

  He flips my bathrobe out of the way, exposing my ass. My walls are so wet that I can feel a trickle running down the inside of my thigh.

  Turning my head as much as possible, I watch as Max takes a condom from his pocket and pushes his jogging pants and underwear down to his knees. My eyes widen at the sheer size of him.

  He rolls the condom down his shaft and moves close to me. His hands rub over my ass cheeks and up my back as he brings his tip to my entrance. I brace for him to enter me.

  Max pushes in slowly, letting me adjust to his size. I wiggle my hips urging him to come in faster. In response, he grips my hips and drives himself into me. All the air is knocked from my lungs in the action.

  I grasp at the sofa cushion as he pounds into me relentlessly, gasping and moaning the entire time. He pounds into me the same way he pounds on his drums - without holding back.

  In what seems like three seconds, my body bucks and writhes in another orgasm. Waves of tingles rush up my back and down to my toes. My walls spasm around his cock, and I feel his shaft start to throb as well.

  He pulls out and I groan in protest.

  “That’s not what I want,” he says.

  He hooks his hands under my waist and shoulders rules me into his arms. Cradling me, he carries me to the bedroom and gently places me on the bed. He climbs on after me, and kisses me softly as he moves between my legs.

  Pushing his hard cock back into me, he begins to move slowly, lovingly. While he moves he kisses over my forehead and hair. I melt underneath him and feel like a mere puddle.

  I hook my legs around his, and we move in unison, our gazes repeatedly locking. This time it’s slow, but an eternity would still be too soon for this moment to end.

  Eventually my body explodes again in another orgasm. As I writhe underneath him, he grunts and releases himself into the condom. My walls and his shaft throb together, the rest of my body is jelly.

  After several breaths, Max rolls off of me and we lie side by side.

  I realize this isn’t just one more night of interrupted sleep. This is something bigger. Something special.

  “That wasn’t normal, was it?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

  “Nowhere even close to normal,” he says, and brushes his lips against my cheek.

  I lie on my side facing away from him, and Max wraps his arm around me. He cups my breast and I snuggle tight against his body. As much is I want to stay awake and enjoy the feeling of being in his arms, the exhaustion in my body takes over and I fall into a deep sleep.

  Before I know it, the sun is up in my alarm is beeping. My body is still tight against Max’s, we’ve barely moved from each other all night.

  Max kisses my cheek and says “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

  “Better than I’ve slept since you moved into this place,” I say, laughing.

  “I slept better than I have in months.”

  “You didn’t have to drum last night?”

  “Not with you here in my arms. You make that need go away.”

  “Why do you drum?”

  “I was jilted at the altar.”

  My heart sinks at the pain in his voice. I squeeze his hand and kiss his cheek.

  “That’s awful,” they say.

  “It was humiliating.”

  “Wait, do you mean literally at the altar?”

  “Yep. In front of everyone I know. My family, my friends, my colleagues. We waited and waited. At first we thought she was just late like brides often are, but as time went on it became obvious that she was coming.”

  She didn’t call?”

  “Nope.”

  He’s right, I can’t imagine anything so humiliating.

  “Is that why I never see you go out?”

  “Whenever I see anyone, they start asking all sorts of questions about how I’m doing and all I want to do is forget about it.” Pain rises in his voice.

  “Well, that’s the past. I don’t have any need to talk to you about it again.”

  He brushes his finger down my cheek, and says, “Thanks.”

  I have work today but no desire to go in. There’s no way I can bear to leave Max. I make the rash decision to phone in sick and spend the day with Max.

  “I’m too tired to go into work today. My rude neighbor kept me up again all night,” I say, laughing.

  A coy smile spreads across Max’s face, and he props himself on his elbow and brings his lips near mine.

  “Sounds like he’s a real jerk. I guess you’ll have to spend the day in bed.” he says, and closes his mouth over mine.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  * * *

  Max holds up two cupboard doors, one light oak, the other glossy white.

  “I think we should go with the oak one,” I say.

  “I agree,” he says, and smiles broadly.

  Everything has happened so quickly in the past six months. Max and I have been inseparable since the day we met. I never knew I could be so happy. It’s a good thing I forgave him for all the drumming.

  Most nights he’s been in my bed, but lately I’ve moved upstairs to his bed.

  We decided to convert the house from two apartments back into a single dwelling. Max has been doing all of the work himself, and I love coming home to a sweaty man who’s been using his muscles all day.

  The downstairs has been ripped apart. We ripped down the wall between my old bedroom and the kitchen, and are turning it into a big eat in kitchen with a sitting area.

  When we finish down here, we’re going to rip out the kitchen and living room upstairs and restore it to its original three bedrooms.

  “Now we just have to decide on the countertops,” I say.

  “There’s one more decision to make,” Max says, setting down the sample cupboard doors.

  He takes my hand and leads me through the ripped apart back of the house and into the living room at the front of the house. He lets go of me in the center of the room, stands back glances up, then shuffles me a little bit to the left. Clasping my left hand in both his hands, he gazes into my eyes and takes a deep breath.

  My heart flutters, wondering what he’s doing.

  “Lily, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you bashed a hole in my ceiling.” He pauses, and points up at the spot directly over me. “Since the day I met you, all of my frustration and pain has vanished. One look in your beautiful eyes and I’m filled with your love. I can’t imagine going a day of my life without you in it. Will you marry me?”

  Max reaches into his pocket but I don’t wait. I hurl myself at him, wrapping my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist.

  “Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes.”

  “Hold on, I haven’t got the ring out yet.” Max lifts me off of him and sets me on the floor in front of him.

  He pulls his hand out of his pocket, a beautiful princess cut diamond solitaire pinched between his thumb and forefinger. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.

  “It’s beautiful,” I say, tears pricking my eyes.

  With my gaze captured in his, he takes my left hand and slides the ring onto my finger.

  “I only have one request,” he says.

  “Anything.” />
  “We elope, just the two of us. We get married in Vegas or on a beach in the Caribbean, anywhere. Just not a big wedding with anyone else at it.”

  I smile softly and run my hand down his cheek. “That sounds perfect. But don’t worry, there is no way I’m not spending the rest of my life with you. I will never leave you. And there’s nothing I’d like to do more and tell everyone you know how amazing you are and how much I love you.”

  The End

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