Dirty Neighbor(34)

“Don’t you think this is a little exposed?”

“Nah, babe, you look beautiful.” He pushed some of her hair back, paused, assessing, and then he moved back toward his board.

“Am I allowed to talk?”

“Yep, just don’t move too much.”

She went to nod, and stopped. “This is kind of strange for me to be doing.”

“I don’t imagine any of your useless boyfriends ever considered painting you for their pleasure.”

Elisha couldn’t help but chuckle. “My boyfriends wouldn’t even know how to wield a knife, let alone a brush. I think you’re very good, and I do trust you.”

“Good, trust is really important.”

He kept on painting, and she did her best not to move, and she believed she succeeded.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I don’t want you to move. Do you think you can do that for me?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“What do you think of the future?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, where do you see yourself in five years? Or better yet, what do you want to do in the next five years? What did you dream about when you were younger?”

“When I was younger I always imagined I’d have a family.”

“Do you still want a family?”

“Yeah, I do. Beth, she had it young, but she’s living the real dream, know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Elisha was curious about where his thoughts were going. Glancing toward the clock, she already saw that an hour had passed. Between them talking, the silences, and him working, the time had flown by.

“Do you mind me asking why you want to know?” she asked.

“Because I’m curious about something.”

“What would that be?” She watched as he placed his paintbrush down, and walked toward her. He knelt in front of her, and once again she was blown away by his confidence.

“When I’m around you, you make me feel alive, like for the past ten years I’ve been living in a daze, not really living at all.”

Her heart started to pound. This was against the rules, wasn’t it?

“What are you trying to say?”

“Let’s not just live in one moment, babe. Trust me not to break your heart, and give this a shot.”

“Do you mean like dating?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. I want to date you, and get to know you. I want us to have something more than just sex. Give us a chance,” Brant said.

“Okay.” Elisha smiled. “I’d kiss and hug you, but my artist has told me to stay in the same place.”

“He’s an asshole.”

Elisha squealed as he pulled her into his arms, breaking the pose that he wanted to paint her in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and felt happier after their conversation.

He claimed her lips, and any doubt that she might have had about what was going to become of them evaporated into thin hair. Brant sat down, and positioned her over his already rock hard cock.

Sinking down his length, she bit her lip, and moaned from the pleasure of being filled by him.

Brant was an amazing man, and she knew she was lucky to be with him. He made her feel whole, and he completed her in ways she really didn’t think were possible.

Making love in his art studio was just another dimension of their relationship, which had broken through many barriers, and she couldn’t wait to explore them.

****

The days passed, and turned into weeks. Brant split his time between being with Elisha, and being at his art studio. Most of the time Elisha was with him when he was at the studio painting. Elisha had become his inspiration. She’d pose naked so that he’d draw her. She was a beautiful, sexy, sensual woman, and he captured that in his work. Whenever she saw his finished work, she’d always go shy, and a little embarrassed. Brant wouldn’t share those pieces, even though he considered them his best work. Elisha was all his, and the paintings were for him. He was constantly on guard for signs that Kasey would possibly go a little crazy on his woman, but nothing happened. Sean kept in touch all the time, teasing him about finally being caught by a woman.

Brant had no complaints. From the moment he first saw Elisha he’d been intrigued by her. Since getting to know her, he’d discovered that underneath all of her calm, cold exterior was a woman desperate to get out, and to come free.

She was out shopping Sunday morning as he was cleaning away the leaves decorating both of their yards when Kasey pulled up outside of their houses. He tensed up, reaching for his phone in case he needed it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, already on the defensive.

Kasey was dressed in long jeans and a thick sweater, which he’d never seen her wear before. Even in the cold of winter she was always the one to expose her body. She held her hands up. “I’ve come in peace and forgiveness. I’m not here to cause any harm. I was hoping I could see your neighbor.”