Next Door Player

NEXT DOOR PLAYER CLARISSA MCKAY Copyright © 2023 by Clarissa McKay All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS 1. Daria 2. Caden 3. Daria 4. Caden 5. Daria 6. Caden 7. Daria 8. Caden 9. Daria 10. Caden 11. Daria 12. Caden 13. Daria 14. Caden 15. Daria 16. Caden 17. Daria Epilogue Taken by the Grumpy Player Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Also by Clarissa McKay About Clarissa 1 DARIA “I need to wake Elaine up in ten minutes.” My words are returned by a slow smirk that’s way too sexy for the morning, a gasp escaping me as Caden pushes his cock slowly into me, inch by delicious inch. Fingers digging into his shoulders, I arch my body into Caden’s muscled one, hypnotized by the hazel eyes that look down at me with lust swirling within them. His dirty blonde hair hangs over his forehead, one of my hands reaching up to run my fingers through them as my body turns to liquid fire as he buries himself to the hilt. Caden dips his head, his mouth brushing over mine as he murmurs, “You and I know that’s plenty of time to get you to come on my cock.” My heart trips at his words, desire pulsing through me. I can’t lie—starting off my mornings like this, with Caden in my bed and bringing me to a release to begin my day, is one of my favorite things. There aren’t many things I indulge in, but this is one thing I allow myself to have. It’s too good to pass up. With a man like him wanting me? Tall, tattooed, and muscled? I would have to be crazy to say no. His words ring true, and I moan quietly as he pulls out before pushing back in. Caden’s pace is slow and lazy, exactly how we both like it in the mornings, as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. His powerful body covers mine, solid and warm, and I sigh into the kiss, clenching my pussy around his cock that pulls a deep growl from him that has me smiling into the kiss. Every time his mouth touches mine, electricity crackles through my veins and I’m wide awake, consumed by Caden and all of the sensations he brings out within me. The breath hitches in my throat every time he pushes in, hitting me right where I need him to and filling me up in a way no one ever has before. I keep him close, craving his warmth and familiarity, and it’s not long until I feel that familiar tightening low in my abdomen, and it’s no surprise Caden gets me there quickly. Sometimes, I swear, he looks at me and my body reacts in a way it never has before. It surprises me every time it happens, reminding myself it’s purely physical, that my body recognizes the desire that darkens his eyes. Nothing more. “Fuck—oh, fuck,” I cry out, melting beneath him as my body tightens and tightens, digging my fingers into his skin, tanned by hours spent playing football out in the sun. “Come on, honey,” he says, nipping at my lower lip, his hips never ceasing their movements, dizzying and slow. His words, spoken in that low, deep voice, are my undoing. My body is still sore from last night, but, God, I can’t ever say no to Caden. At this point, he knows my body better than I know it, and Caden has no problem in showing it, like he is bragging about it every time we have sex. And this arrangement of ours is probably one of the best things I could have done, benefiting both of us when we need it. Caden pushes in once more and I’m falling apart, my orgasm washing through me with a cry as Caden lets me ride it out, his skin gently slapping against mine and picking up the pace only slightly as he chases his own release. He comes with a deep groan I feel in my bones, before all I can hear is our heavy breathing as my heart thunders in my chest in the aftermath. Caden pulls out of me moments later, quiet moans escaping us both at the loss of contact, and I ignore the emptiness I feel as he lays down next to me, exhaling slowly. When I turn my head to look at him, taking note of his slightly flushed cheeks, sharp jaw darkened with dirty blonde stubble, and messy hair, I feel my stomach dip. The warmth beneath my skin intensifies when he turns his head to meet my gaze and, with a small smirk, says, “Good morning.” The corner of my mouth twitches up. “Morning,” I say, suppressing a laugh. I need to get up even though I feel boneless, but I know the longer I stay in bed, the more difficult it will be to get up. So, I let out a breath and say, “Gotta wake up Elaine.” He nods. “Do your thing.” I flash him a smile and get up from the bed, feeling the heat of his gaze on my naked body as I grab my pajamas from the floor and head into the ensuite bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I fix my hair into a ponytail and get cleaned up, washing my face even though it obviously does nothing to get rid of the satisfied flush to my cheeks. I bite back a smile, not at all regretting my morning activities. It’s become almost a regular thing lately. I moved into the apartment a while ago with my three-year-old, to live with my grandma for a while before she decided to move to Florida. It’s already paid for since she