Hot Bastard Next Door: A Boy Next Door, Second Chance Romance

by Rye Hart

  She had a sly smirk on her lips and a matching sparkle in her eyes. “Conner Wilkes, what did you do to that poor woman?”

  Unable to help myself, I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. With a shrug of my shoulders and honesty in my voice, I replied, “Absolutely nothing, but we should probably sit somewhere else.”

  Chloe laughed, got her wine and motioned with her hand for me to lead the way. Due to the number of male eyes focused on her as I guided her to a quiet table at the far side of the room, I placed a protective hand on the small of her back and saw her blush. The reaction pleased me way more than it should, so I let my hand drift a little lower.

  Once we reached the table, I pulled out a chair for Chloe sand then took my seat in front of her. My chivalry toward her surprised me. I hadn’t acted like that, or even wanted to act like that, in years. The honest truth was that I liked being around her, and for some reason treating her nicely was important to me.

  I leaned back in my chair and held her gaze for a few seconds. She took a rather large gulp of her wine and fidgeted in her seat. With a tilt of my head, I asked, “Are you uncomfortable?”

  She took a deep breath and hesitated a little before replying. “A little.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because you’re Conner Wilkes and I’m in a skin tight dress with a glass of wine in my hand. It’s all a little too surreal.”

  “Why surreal?” I asked genuinely confused. “We’re adults who work together. Celebratin’ a win, and drinkin’ on a Friday night. That’s pretty much my whole life.”

  She laughed at my comment and took another sip of her wine. “I know that, but it’s not my life.”

  “Bullshit. You serious?”

  “Yeah, I was too worried about getting good grades and maintaining my GPA to actually have a social life.”

  I shook my head. I simply couldn’t believe that a twenty-two-year-old woman as pretty as her had never experienced a night of partying, and it made me wonder what else she had never experienced. I thought back to all her blushing and doe eyes whenever she caught me checking her out, and the possibilities in that made me almost dumb with excitement.

  With a deep need to investigate further, I took a sip of my whiskey and held her gaze. “And didn’t your boyfriend mind you not joining him for all the fun stuff.”

  “I didn’t have a boyfriend in college,” she admitted in a shy tone.

  Although it wasn’t proof, Chloe’s little confession led me to believe that she might still be a virgin. The possibility of it made my cock nearly burst through the zipper of my pants. I hadn’t been a girl’s first since high school, and that had been twenty-two years ago when I was a flustered teenager. Now that I actually knew what to do, I couldn’t even imagine how incredible it would feel to teach someone as gorgeous as Chloe all the secrets and pleasures of her body.

  The idea alone drove me half-crazy with need. I wanted Chloe as my own. I wanted to shape her so no other man would ever fit as well as me. I wanted her spreasd across my bed with my cock pulsing inside of her and my name rolling off her tongue. I wanted to be her first and her only, but I knew it would never happen. It couldn’t. At least not if I wanted to keep my nuts where they were.

  Then again, if Chloe and I could keep things just between the two of us perhaps there was a chance. While the thought made me feel like a complete asshole, I couldn’t help but wonder about the possibilities.

  Knowing that those were some dangerous waters I was treading, I pushed those thoughts away from my mind and changed the conversation. “Well, since you’re graduated and employed now, I feel like it’s my duty, as the most experienced party here, to teach you about fun bar nights.”

  Holding my gaze and giggling, she replied. “That sounds fun. Teach away, master.”

  Those words sounded way too good coming out of her mouth. In a split second, my mind was filled with a very vivid image of her naked and tied to my bed, saying those exact things but in a much different tone. I couldn’t help but smirk.

  “First of all,” I started in a very firm, teacher-like tone. “Wine isn’t really a fun bar night drink. You want beer, whiskey, or tequila.”

  Forcing a straight face, she nodded, “Duly noted.” I waited a second for her to tell me which one it would be. When she didn’t, I raised a brow and, like a good student, she quickly reacted. “Oh, I have to choose one now?”

  I nodded and waited as she looked up while pondering her choices. Then, she replied, “Tequila. I never had it and always wanted to do the salt and lime thing.”

  I chuckled at yet more proof of how inexperienced she was. I raised my hand to call a bartender and was glad when Rob showed up instead of Jackie. With my eyes fixed on Chloe, I ordered a bottle of Cuervo along with lime and salt, and, seeing that the pool table was empty, I requested it to be delivered there.

  Once the bartender was done, I turned to Chloe for her second lesson. “Games are a must. I hope you can play pool.”

  She laughed as I got up from my chair and offered my hand to help her up. “I most certainly can’t,” she admitted with enthusiasm in her voice. “But I’m sure you can teach me.”

  My cock pulsed again and I chuckled. “It’ll be my pleasure, Angel.”

  And I knew it would. I would definitely live to regret it, but I would enjoy every second of our time together. I couldn’t help but think that I’d find great pleasure in teaching Chloe everything I had to offer.

  CHAPTER SEVEN — CHLOE

  My night with Conner was going great, and I was able to finally let loose. Although I sucked at pool, he was an amazing teacher and even better company. In the two hours we spent together, we drank, played and talked in a way I never thought we would. He asked me about school and life in Italy, and in return told me about his son and his plans for the resort. It made me feel like I wasn’t his best friend’s daughter and employee, and he wasn’t my lifelong crush. We were just two people having fun and getting to know each other on a date, and I loved every second of it.

  I loved it so much, if fact, that by the time he excused himself to go to the bathroom, my panties were soaking wet. I was in desperate need of some extra guidance. With my heart beating a million miles per hour, I picked up my phone and texted Hayden.

  ‘I guess u were right. This may be a date.’

  Impatiently, I drummed my fingernails over the surface of the table as I waited for the reply. About thirty seconds later, it finally arrived.

  ‘Details. NOW!!’

  With a grin, I started typing.

  ‘We talked, drank tequila, and he taught me to play pool. We both agreed I suck at it, but he was a great teacher, and I swear there was a moment when I felt his cue poking me - if you know what I mean ;)’

  A few seconds later, my phone beeped with another incoming message.

  ‘LOL! That’s my girl!! You’ve been waiting for this your entire life, and tonight’s the night. Make momma proud.’

  I chuckled and pressed the reply button. Before I could even write the first word, I felt the heat of a body standing behind me, and Conner’s voice sounded in my ear. “You’ve been waiting for what?”

  Conner’s tone made me shudder. It was hotter and deeper than it had been all night. Instinctively, I turned off the screen and looked over my shoulder at him. His face was so close to mine I could smell the mixture of alcohol and mint in his breath.

  “Nothing. We were just kidding,” I lied with a shake of my head.

  Narrowing his eyes, Conner placed his hands at the tops of my shoulders and leaned a bit closer. Something told he that he knew what I was messaging Hayden, and the thought brought a rush of excitement up my spine.

  “I don’t believe that, Angel. Tell me the truth.”

  His words were a command and almost threatening, but they didn’t scare me. They did, however, make my breath a little faster, my palms a little sweatier, and my center a little wetter. My bodily reactions and the need I saw in Conner’s eyes as he co
ntinued to stare deep into mine fueled my courage and, for the first time in my life, I felt bold.

  “For you, Conner,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  His nostrils flared at my words, but he didn’t move. He stood right where he was and continued to stare so deeply into my eyes I felt like he could see my soul. Then, in that same intense tone, he asked, “You’ve been waiting for me to do what?”

  My heart was beating so fast I was certain he could hear it. I felt heat creep up my cheeks, but I knew this was the moment Hayden had told me about. Conner was fishing, and the line was right in front of me, all I had to do was be brave enough to take the bait.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to . . .” I trailed off and took a deep breath.

  His eyes urged me to continue, but I couldn’t finish the sentence while holding his gaze. I tried to look away, but Conner placed two fingers on the side of my jaw and shook his head. “Finish your sentence, Chloe.”

  Unable to resist his command, I opened my mouth and said, “To be my first.” I released a deep exhale and repeated, “I’ve been waiting for you to be my first.”

  A knowing smirk curled on his lips and his pupils dilated so much I could barely see the blue of his eyes. I expected him to kiss me or at least say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he straightened his back, removed a wad of cash from his pocket and tossed it over the table. Then, he took my hand and helped me to my feet.

  On wobbly legs, I followed him toward the bar’s exit not knowing what to expect. In a matter of seconds, we walked out the door and headed toward the parking lot. For a moment, I thought we were going toward my Jeep or Conner’s truck, but instead, we kept walking toward the line of trees that surrounded the building. We finally came to a stop under a huge oak.

  The faint sounds coming from the bar mixed with the thumping of my heart as Conner finally turned to look at me again. His face was twisted with a mixture of anger and lust. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?”

  I took a deep breath to find my voice and nodded. “Yes, I do.”

  “Will you take it back, then?” The strain in his voice made the reply he wanted to hear crystal clear, but I hadn’t come this far to turn back. I wanted Conner, and I wouldn’t let anything get in my way—not even his friendship with my father.

  I shook my head. “No. I’ve wanted you this way since I was sixteen. I’ve saved myself for you, and now, after tonight, I see that we could actually be something special. I know you see it too, don’t try to deny it. I’m staying right here. I’m tired of hiding my feelings -I want this.”

  “Damn it, Chloe,” he muttered huskily, and I honestly thought he would walk away.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, he pressed me against the tree and brought his mouth firmly against mine with a mixture of frustration and need that set my whole body on fire. Before I could process what was happening and what I was feeling, Conner pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked at it so hard I moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Although I had been kissed before, I had never felt anything as powerful and seductive as this.

  Once he released my lip, his hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me toward him. The hard ridge of his erection dug into the soft skin of my belly, and my lips parted with a gasp. His tongue collided with mine and his hands started to move across my skin. He touched my hips, my stomach, my ass, my boobs with the same voracity that his hips rolled against mine. The sensations he brought out in me were overwhelming me in the best way possible, and without me even commanding it, my hands were in his hair and I was dragging him closer to me.

  As I pulled back for air, Conner’s lips drifted to my jaw and neck. His kisses were slow and deep, and caused a new wave of wet warmth to pool between my legs.

  “God, Conner,” I moaned as his mouth continued its descent towards my cleavage.

  My hands moved from his hair to his strong, muscled back and tugged at his shirt, wanting to rid him of it. Unfortunately, my greedy moves made him pull back completely. Without his mouth on me, I felt empty and cold.

  “What are you doing?” His voice was as dark and penetrating as his gaze.

  “Taking your clothes off,” I replied in a breathless whisper. “Isn’t sex a naked activity?”

  A smirk curled on his lush lips, and he leaned forward to kiss me. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was softer and a lot quicker. “Usually, yes. But we’re not having sex tonight.”

  My brows pulled together, and I pouted like a kid who’d lost their candy. “Why not?”

  “Because this thing we’re doing is fucking crazy,” he started in a low voice as his face dipped back toward my cleavage. He licked the upper curve of my breasts and then, with his lips pressed to my skin, continued, “If we’re going take the risk, then I’m going do it right. I’m not going to fuck you in the woods or in my car like a cheap date. When I make you mine, it’ll be on a bed, and you’ll be completely ready for me.”

  “I’m ready now.”

  Conner chuckled and nibbled my collar bone. “You’re horny now, which is sexy as hell but not the same thing.”

  His hands moved to the straps on my shoulders, and he slowly pulled the fabric down until my breasts were exposed. With a touch so light I could barely feel it, his fingers drew circles around my bare skin until they reached my hardened nipples. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and blush when he finally pinched my pink peaks.

  Bringing his mouth to my ear, Conner added, “You’ll be ready for me when you’re comfortable enough in your own body, that my touch doesn’t make you blush anymore.”

  “How will I do that?” I asked under a breath.

  He placed a soft kiss on my lips and said, “Just pay attention, and I’ll teach you.”

  For a second, I wondered what he meant. Then, his right hand pulled the fabric of my skirt up until the entire lower half of my body was exposed to him. With a loose smirk, he tugged at my panties until they fell down my legs.

  “Step out of them and open your legs wide,” Conner ordered in a tone that made my heart skip a beat. Taking deep breaths, I did as I was told and delighted in the pleased expression on his face as he continued, “Now, put your hands behind your back and clasp your elbows. No matter what, I don’t want you to release them until I tell you to.”

  I nodded and, once more, obeyed.

  Once I was in position, Conner stepped back to look at me and clicked his tongue. “You should see yourself like this, Chloe. You look magnificent.”

  Before I could respond, his hands and lips were on me again. This time, however, his touch was a lot more intimate. His right hand slid down my belly toward my center while his mouth covered one of my nipples and his left hand teased the other.

  Against my skin, Conner muttered something, but I couldn’t hear him. I was completely engulfed by the feel of his tongue on my nipple and the way his finger moved against my clit to comprehend anything he was saying.

  Not used to that kind of touch, I moaned as everything in me started to tingle. I wanted to touch Conner, grab his skin and find a way to relieve some of the pressure building inside, but I had my orders, and was determined to follow them. I stood there, my nails digging into my arms as Conner slipped a finger inside me and drew my juices out to tease my clit.

  Soon enough, my moans turned into delicious cries of passion as Conner’s hand gained momentum and finally tipped me over the edge. Every nerve end in my body exploded and I saw a light flash behind my eyes. My legs started to shake and I thought I would fall until Conner looped an arm around my waist and steadied me.

  The feeling was so good I lost myself in it. When my orgasm was finally over, I wanted more. I wanted so much more.

  “God, Conner. That was-” I mumbled once I finally found my voice.

  He chuckled and kissed my lips once more. “Just the beginning, Angel.”

  Dizzy with excitement at his promise, I opened my eyes. The bulge in Conner’s pants was massiv
e and I wanted to hold it, taste it, feel it, but when I tried Conner caught my wrist and shook his head.

  “Not today.” Like a pouty child, I pressed my lips together and frowned. He chuckled and pulled my skirt down to cover me. “You’ll have plenty of time to play with my cock, but tonight, I want you to go home and play with your pussy like I just did. I want you to make yourself come and then text me about it.”

  My eyes widened at his request. I remember all the years I had touched myself with Conner on my mind but I never imagined I would one day be doing it at his insistence.

  Like a good little girl, I nodded, fixed the top of my dress, and gave Conner a quick kiss on the lips as I turned to walk to my car. He watched me go without another word.

  ***

  My excitement and anxiety made the drive home unusually long. I felt like another version of myself - a matured version. After all of these years, I was finally going to get what I wanted most.

  Tonight, I learned what desire and pleasure really felt like in the presense of a man, and I wanted more. I wanted so much more that I could barely think straight. I remembered the words Conner said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets. I knew my car seat would be wet when I finally got home.

  With that laser focus mind, I drove as fast as I could and, once I finally arrived at my house, I haphazardly parked my car and ran upstairs, not even bothering to check if Dad was home. My dress was on the floor less than a second after I closed and locked my bedroom door, and since I had forgotten to retrieve my underwear after Conner removed it, I laid naked in bed.

  Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird. Conner had taken his time kissing and caressing me before even approaching my pussy, and since he had told me to pleasure myself as he had, that’s exactly what I did.

  Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Conner kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread just as it had earlier with Conner.