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

by Rye Hart

  My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the now familiar need for something more began to build within me. Like Conner had done, I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.

  My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.

  I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though they were moving in the exact same way as Conner’s did, it felt completely different. It wasn’t better or worse, it was just different and, surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.

  Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more, and so did Conner. He wanted to know I made myself come, while thinking about him that night. Only then, he would make me his.

  You can’t let him down Chloe.

  So I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was his massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Conner must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out of myself. Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.

  The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my father knowing I was finger-fucking myself at the orders of his best friend.

  Would that be fun to explain?

  With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel. After tonight, I was determined to find out.

  CHAPTER EIGHT — CONNER

  I dismounted my horse, Lucky, and tossed the reigns to Ian, my stable boy. Usually, I would take care of Lucky myself, but I had something more pressing to handle. With my phone in my hand and an annoying pain in my cock, I exited the stables and started walking toward the main building of my resort.

  Asking Chloe to send me texts relaying her orgasms had been the most idiotic idea I had ever had. In only five days, she had gotten way too good in the art of sexting, and I was reaching my breaking point. With every message, I relived our time at the woods, and the simple memory of how tight and wet she had been for me was enough to make me wild with the need to make her mine.

  Still, there was a part of me that felt an extreme weight of guilt, and for that reason I was holding back and keeping as much physical distance between us as humanly possible. However, after reading about her adventures with the shower head this morning and how she had called my name as she came, that bullshit was coming to an end.

  We were consenting adults, and though I knew it was wrong, and she deserved better, I could now see no other option but to walk into her office, strip her naked, bend her over the desk and finally make her mine.

  Like a man on a mission, I entered the reception area and made a beeline toward her open door.

  “I’m done with these texts,” I said in a sharp, heated tone as I barged into her office.

  Chloe’s eyes widened, and her face grew a little pale as she looked at me.

  “Sorry, but I didn’t know where you were, and I had to run those numbers by you ASAP.”

  My brows pulled together in confusion, and I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was talking about. However, before a word came out, a throaty laugh I knew all too well filled the room and made the blood in my veins run cold.

  Forcing a smile, I turned to the right and saw the scruffy face of my best friend. Shifting my position to hide my obvious boner, I tried to keep my voice casual as I asked, “What the hell are you doing here, Alex?”

  He nodded toward Chloe with one of those silly fatherly smiles. “Came to talk to my little girl and I feel old. Just yesterday she was playing with dolls, and now she’s here, runnin’ your empire.”

  My little girl, those words echoed in my mind, bringing me to reality and making me wonder what the fuck I was doing. Although I was perfectly aware that Chloe was Alex’s daughter, it took the look on Alex’s face and those three damned words for the seriousness of my betrayal to sink in. I felt like pure scum.

  Alex had always been by my side. He had helped me turn the shitty piece of land my father left me into what it was today, stood by my side as my best man at my wedding and then, when I needed a friend the most, he stood by me at Quinn’s funeral. Hell, the guy helped me raise my son. He was my brother, my best friend, and one of a very small number of people in the world I actually cared about.

  Like an asshole, I fingered his only daughter under a tree like a fucking high schooler.

  You’re such a fucking DICK Conner.

  Guilt and the self-loathing ripped through me, but I tried to keep my confident and carefree face in place as to not alert Alex. “She’s doing a good job at it, too. You should be proud.”

  “And I am,” he assured me as he got up from the chair. “Of both of you, actually.”

  His words were like a kick in the nuts, but I just chuckled and raised a brow as I would in any other situation.

  “You, proud of me? That’s a first.”

  Alex laughed and clasped his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, it is. But Bumblebee tells me you’re a decent boss—a shock considering you’re a raging dick—and that makes me proud.”

  Chloe reprimanded her father, but I just laughed—uncomfortably—and playfully showed him my middle finger. This kind of teasing banter was our normal, after all, and right now, I desperately needed all to appear normal.

  Once the laughs settled, Alex sighed and looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “On a serious note, I was just telling Chloe that I’m leaving tonight for a business trip. I’ll be gone about a month negotiating some covers and the purchase of a new stallion. She’ll be alone at the house, which I don’t like, but I told her that if she needs anything she can count on you—not as a boss, but as a friend.”

  I took a deep breath through my nose and stole a quick glance at Chloe. She had a wicked smirk on her pink, glossy lips that just moments ago, would have made my cock nearly explode but now filled me with nothing but dread.

  Considering I couldn’t deny my friend’s request without raising suspicions, I widened my smile and nodded. “Of course, Chloe knows I’m always here for her.”

  “That I do,” she muttered in a voice that was somewhere between playful and provocative.

  Instantly, my eyes narrowed and drifted to her with a warning which she just ignored. I ran a hand through my hair and thanked God when Alex spoke again in a voice that proved he was completely oblivious to the situation.

  “Good, then. I’ll leave you two to your business.” With that, Alex said goodbye to both of us, kissed his daughter on the forehead, and left the room.

  As soon as he was completely out of sight and we were alone, Chloe leaned against the edge of her desk and looked at me with those hungry, glimmering green eyes. “So, you’re done with the texts, hmm? Does that mean I passed the written exams and can move on to the practical lessons?”

  My body quickly responded to her words, as it usually did, but this time, I was determined to shut it down. With a blunt shake of my
head, I replied, “No, it doesn’t.”

  Chloe’s eyes widened Bambi style at my words proving, once more, how incredibly fucking adorable she was. “Did I do something wrong?”

  I wanted to say yes. I wanted to break her and whatever it was we had so she would never even consider coming close to me again, but I couldn’t. For the first time since Quinn’s passing I cared about a woman’s feelings.

  With a long breath to control my temper, I took a step in her direction and gently touched her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong, but whatever this was between us, it’s over. I’m begging you to find a nice boy your own age, because I’m out.”

  Confusion filled Chloe’s eyes, but I didn’t stick around to see it turn into hurt. I couldn’t. Despite what my actions said, I cared about her way too much. The only thing to do was to turn around and leave the room feeling like the piece of shit I was.

  CHAPTER NINE— CHLOE

  “Champagne, Chloe?” Timmy’s voice broke through my reverie. I was so sick and tired of my stubborn mind always returning to Conner and his inexplicable dismissal of me whenever it was idle that I almost thanked the waiter for the interruption. While drinking wasn’t permitted at work, I was good and ready to break that rule today.

  It had been ten days of me pouring myself into work just so I wouldn’t think about him and ten nights of me obsessing over the subject when I got home from work, but I was still as confused and angry about the whole thing as I had been on the day it happened.

  The fact that from the corner of my eye, I could see an unbelievably sexy Conner in a pair of dark jeans, gray shirt, and a suit jacket staring intently at me from across the tent, made those feelings even more prominent in my heart.

  Since he was still my boss I couldn’t just walk up to him and call him an asshole. So, I did the next best thing. I allowed my anger to turn into defiance and smiled at the boy as I reached for a glass, clearly breaking Conner’s ‘no drinking in the job’ rule. “Thanks, Timmy. You’re a life saver.”

  The boy chuckled and winked as he walked away. I took a deep breath and a sip of the sweet liquid as I bluntly ignored Conner’s stare and looked around at the culmination of my hard work. The rose garden where the wedding was finally taking place looked like a magical wonderland filled with twinkle lights, stark white llinens, and glimmering crystals. Although the concept hadn’t been mine, the execution and how smooth things were going was, and that was still a lot to be proud of.

  “My sister tells me you’re the Wonder Woman who pulled this off in two weeks,” a deep voice sounded beside me.

  Peeling my gaze from the beautiful setting, I turned to look at the source of the voice, and my lips instantly curled up into a smile. The man standing beside me was gorgeous in a way that was completely different from Conner.

  Where Conner was all scruff, muscles, and rugged good looks, this guy was lean, clean-shaven, and handsome in a refined way. Although I had never been attracted to men like him, I had to admit that the flirty way he looked at me made me feel a little giddy this evening.

  “Wonder Woman might a bit extreme, but since this was a lot of work, I’ll take it,” I said and smiled widely at the man.

  “As you should,” he said with a laugh as he extended his hand in my direction, “I’m Phil, by the way.”

  I smiled at him and placed my palm against his. The softness of his hand was surprising and another stark contrast to Conner’s callused ones. “Chloe, nice to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is all mine.” The honesty in Phil’s voice made me blush a little and pull my hand away. My reaction didn’t go unnoticed by him, and though he stuffed his hands into his pockets, a soft smile formed on his mouth. “So tell me, how did you pull it off?”

  My brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”

  “How did you get all of this—the band, the flowers, the freaking butterflies—to work on the new schedule?”

  I tilted my head and raised a brow at him. “I asked for favors and begged a little. When that didn’t work, I offered them money—a whole lot of it.”

  Phil laughed. “That never fails, right?”

  “No, it doesn’t,” I replied playfully. “So, why did you want to know? Are you planning a party with a ridiculously small timeframe?”

  He shook his head and shrugged. “Not really, just trying to talk to you. Well… trying to flirt is more like it. I guess after seven years dating the same girl, I’m not very good at it.”

  My heart raced with amazement at his sweet bluntness. “Honestly, I’m not great at flirting either, but I think you’re doing alright.”

  “Just alright?” he asked in a teasing tone that made me giggle.

  Uninvited, Conner’s voice repeated the last words he said to me, “Go find a nice boy your own age.”

  Spurred on by those words, I asked. “How old are you, Phil?”

  He raised a brow before replying. “Twenty-seven. You?”

  “Twenty-two,” I replied with real excitement in my voice for the first time in ten days. My enthusiasm at finding a nice boy my own age while Conner was right there watching made me feel bold.

  “Well Phil, I’m afraid to say that yes, so far, you’re doing just alright,” I teased.

  “And how can I do more than just alright?” There was a hefty dose of amusement in his voice.

  With a deep breath and a gulp of my champagne, I moved my eyes from Phil’s handsome face to the dance floor where the wedding guests were flocked. He followed my gaze, and once his eyes returned to me, they were sparkling.

  “Chloe, would you do me the honor?”

  The question made me grin from ear to ear. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask.”

  He laughed and raised a hand for me to take. I finished my drink and placed the empty glass on the table next to me. Just as I was about to put my hand over Phil’s, someone else grabbed it.

  Both, Phil and I turned our faces to look at the intruder, and I was a little surprised to see it was Conner. My brows pulled together as I looked from my hand to his face. “Is everything okay?”

  Conner shook his head. Then, with a strained voice, he replied, “No, there’s a crisis in the kitchen, and they need you.”

  I sighed and closed my eyes for a disappointed moment. When I reopened them to look at Phil, his good guy smile was still in place. “Just go, I’ll take a rain check. Seriously, if something goes wrong because I was dancing with the woman in charge, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

  “Okay. I’ll see you soon.” The words were barely out of my mouth, and Conner was pulling me away.

  With him still holding my hand, we walked down the cobblestone path leading toward the main building where the kitchen was. However, instead of walking inside, Conner continued past it.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, but he didn’t reply.

  I didn’t get an answer until we entered the meadow by the lake and he finally released me. My eyes were fixed on Conner’s wide back as he paced and took deep breaths for a couple of seconds. Then, he turned to look at me. His face was twisted into an angry mask, and for the first time, his intensity actually alarmed me.

  “What the fuck were you doing with that boy, Chloe?” His demanding voice was just a notch below yelling.

  My brows furrowed not only with confusion but also with budding anger at his Jekyll and Hyde attitude. I crossed my arms and stared defiantly into his intense blue eyes. “I was doing what you told me to do, Conner. I found a nice boy my own age.”

  “At my resort? While you knew I was looking?”

  I shrugged. “And? You told me you were out. I gave you something I had never given anyone, I promised you even more, and you broke my heart in the worst, coldest way possible and didn’t even give me an explanation why. I’m done trying to figure out what I did wrong, because I didn’t do anything wrong! You were clearly just playing a game and got bored, you never actually gave a shit about me.”

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it,�
�� he spat back at me as he walked in my direction like a wolf stalking pray.

  In a move that was as rough as it was sexy, he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his crotch. Through the thick fabric of his pants, I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing and pushing against the denim. He felt huge and thick, and I instantly grew wet.

  Holding my gaze, he asked, “Does that feel like someone who doesn’t give a shit?”

  I gasped. “No, it doesn’t, which doesn’t make sense. If you care so much and I make you so hard, why did you walk away? Why did you tell me to find someone else?”

  With my palm still firmly pressed against his crotch, Conner sighed and brought his other hand up to tuck a stray lock of my hair behind my ear. “Because I care too much, Chloe. I want you too much, and it’s like sticking a knife in my best friend’s back,” he said, in a voice that was almost soft.

  The strain in Conner’s words finally put what had happened into perspective for me. It should have been as obvious to me then as it was now, but being pushed aside so suddenly had clouded my ability to think logically. I understood where he was coming from, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. However, he had awakened a part of me that didn’t want to be put back to sleep.

  “I understand your loyalty to my Dad,” I started, after a long moment. “But I want you, I’ve always wanted you, and I know you want me too. But if you refuse to let yourself be happy with me, then I need you to let me go for good.”

  “So that boy can be your first?” he asked in a disgusted tone. “He could never make you feel the way I can, never.”

  I shrugged. “Maybe not, but-”

  “No,” Conner interrupted me and pulled me closer. “You’re mine, Chloe. No other man will ever touch you.”

  The words were barely out of Conner’s mouth, and his lips were on me. His kiss seared my mouth and ignited an immediate fire in my belly.