Loving My Neighbor

by C. M. Steele

  “Lily, do you want to call your parents?”

  “Please. I can’t believe I forgot. They must be worried by now.” I hear her words, but I’m not sure I believe them. I hand her my phone and watch as she presses the screen with her small, slender fingers. I picture her splaying those fingers across my chest as she rides my cock while looking me in the eyes. Shit, I need to get it together before I have another hard-on that won’t go away.

  She dials the number, but it goes to voicemail. I see the upset in her face, but I can’t tell why. “Hi, Dad. There was an explosion at the house today. I made it out okay, but the house was destroyed. Please call me at this number for the next hour.”

  “You do know you’re going home with me, right?” We didn’t discuss it before, but that’s what it is. We’re going back to my place so I can nurse her back to health, then fuck my kid into her.

  “I am?”

  “Yes, you are. I told you before, but I’m guessing you don’t remember because you’ve been through a lot.”

  “You don’t even know me, Trent.” She’s right about that, but I don’t give a shit. I’m a very decisive man; when I make a decision it’s final. She’s mine now, and that’s all I need to know.

  “I will get to know you,” I pause and give her a dirty smirk, “in every sense of the word.”

  She blushes innocently and I wonder if maybe she isn’t like most women her age. I’m not going to ask because the thought of her having past lovers may drive me off the deep end. It’s only noon and the day has been filled with enough emotion for a long time.

  “I lost everything in the fire.”

  “I thought you said there was an issue with the movers and your things weren’t all there.”

  “Well, I wasn’t living with them when they invited me to stay with them at the new house. It was only supposed to be until I decided what I was going to do with my life. I had everything that meant anything with me when I moved in.”

  An irrational jealousy takes over and I want to know who she’s been living with. “Where were you before that?”

  “I was in college, but I graduated three days ago— a semester early. The next day, I packed up my SUV with my belongings and headed up here to meet them for the Christmas holiday.”

  “I’m sorry, Bunny. I’ll get you anything you need.” I caress her cheek only because I don’t trust myself where she’s concerned.

  “You don’t have to. By the way…why do you call me Bunny?”

  “Because when I saw you standing there by your SUV the other day, you reminded me of a snow bunny; tiny, cute, and fluffy.” I caress her cheek as she blushes.

  “Are you calling me short and fat, but cute?” she asks with a smile that says she’s half teasing, but her eyes tell me she’s afraid I feel that way.

  “Honey, you are far from fat. Short, yes. As to the cute part, well hell, you’re way past that. You’re sexy as fuck.” I let out a little growl of hunger for her. I need to kiss her again to take the edge off but kissing her doesn’t help. I’m hard and my body’s pulsing.

  “You’re trouble,” I groan out, adjusting myself. She just giggles like this shit is funny. She takes a look down at the problem and the giggles disappear. “You’re not laughing now, baby.” Her eyes widen as she stares at the thick bulge in the front of my suit pants.

  The next hour we spend getting an MRI and after the doctor gives the all clear, she’s released. I take her straight back to my house.

  Chapter 3

  It’s been a hell of a day, and it’s only three o’clock. Trent takes me to his home and it’s freaking amazing. It’s an old three-story mansion that’s clearly been renovated and sets up the hill from what used to be my father’s home.

  Since I’m only wearing what I left with and his coat, he refuses to let me walk into the house; instead, he carries me into his palace. I protest, but my words aren’t vehement— not that he would listen anyway. I have a feeling Trent steamrolls people all the time. I’ve made no decisions since he has rescued me, but the crazy thing is that I don’t mind. His controlling, protective tendencies are endearing. It brings about emotions that have been missing since my mother died. Besides, I like the feel of being in his strong, thick arms.

  He carries me through his mini castle and up the stairs to a bedroom. I don’t look at the room because I’m curled into his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s intoxicating, and I let out a soft sigh which gets me busted.

  “Bunny, you like the way I smell?”

  “Yes,” I admit. Hell, I might as well; I’ve been caught red-handed sniffing my handsome knight. He smiles like he’s won some victory over me. I expect him to put me down on my feet, but he doesn’t. He carries me all the way to his king-sized bed and lays me down on the pillows. This must be his room. The realization is scary and thrilling at the same time. Climbing up with me, he parts my thighs and I think he’s going to take it to the next level, but he doesn’t.

  Looking down at me, he growls, “Just like I imagined. You look perfect against our pillows.” I don’t miss the “our” and I absorb it in my bones. Could this guy be serious?

  He takes my mouth again, and just like the first time, it’s intense. I would say it’s a panty scorching kiss, but I’m not wearing any because I’d left the house for what I thought would be only a moment. Even with the lack of clothing, I don’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I’m just glad they’re not a hindrance to my pussy. He lifts his face from mine then lets out a sigh before getting up. If I didn’t see that massive bulge practically splitting his seems, I would’ve thought he was disappointed with my kissing.

  “I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he commands with his deep timber before exiting the room, and I’m juicing even more than I was a moment ago.

  Seeing his hard-on, I am reminded of what happened in the hospital. My virgin pussy never felt anything remotely close to the pleasure he gave me. I moan as I relive his touch.

  “You’re supposed to be resting, not thinking about what I’m going to do to you tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” I don’t mean to sound needy, but he left my pussy throbbing and wet. His look tells me he’s happy with my response.

  “Yes, tomorrow. You heard the doctor’s instructions. She said to take it easy for the next twenty-four hours. So that’s what we’re going to do, but once that’s up, you best be prepared for the best orgasms of your life. I’m fucking you until neither of us can stand.”

  I moan and rub my thighs together because his words only serve to turn me on even more. He groans and grips his cock as he watches me squirm.

  “Fucking shit. You need to get some rest. I’ve got some things to take care of for tomorrow, so I’ll be working in the room down the hall. If you need anything, just shout and I’ll be here.”

  I want to tell him what I need is between his legs, but he’s right, and I don’t wish to push the poor man. He keeps staring at my pussy, and I know he wants it as much as I want to give it to him. He turns to walk out of the room but doubles back, bends over my pussy, takes a deep, greedy sniff then bites my cunt and growls, “Mine.” Then he walks out the door.

  I throw my head back on the pillow and instantly regret it. The headache that seems non-existent when Trent’s in the room hits me full force. I’m aching all over and I know I can’t find any sort of relief for another two hours when I’m able to take my ibuprofen. They offered me stronger medication, but the pain wasn’t that bad at the time. They told me my adrenaline was high making the pain disappear, but I still didn’t accept that I was really hurt, so I dismissed their offer for Vicodin.

  I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought because I fell asleep, waking up to Trent sitting beside me with a laptop in his lap and the sexiest pair of glasses I’ve ever seen on his face. The man was spectacular before the glasses, but this—fuck— it screams take me hard, sir. His face is in full concentration mode as he looks at whatever it is he’s working on. His strong jaw is tightened as h
is teeth hold tight to his lip. I just want to go up and bite it for him. He must have showered and changed because his hair is wet and he’s shirtless. My heart is pounding and my pussy is palpitating. His muscles are bigger than I thought they were, and his chest is rock solid. His skin is not baby smooth. No, it’s covered with a thin layer of light brown hair to match the hair on his head. He must’ve felt me looking at him, or maybe, it’s the panting sigh I let out because he turns to me with a smile that further heats my flesh.

  “You’re up, Bunny,” he says with a soft, welcoming smile. He takes his laptop and places it on the bedside table, then pushes my body back down onto the pillow and leans over me. “Fuck, Bunny. You know you talk in your sleep.”

  “I do?”

  “Yeah, you do.” He nods; his eyes look so promising.

  “What did I say?” I know that it can’t be something too bad because he’s smiling.

  “I heard you moan and cry out so I rushed into the room thinking you were having a nightmare, but it wasn’t a bad dream you were having. Just know, you’re damn lucky it was my name I heard you calling out to please you because I would’ve had to come into your dreams and drag the fucker out, beating him to death. You’re mine.” His words only make my body melt and I’m on the verge of coming. I shouldn’t want to be his. He’s just my hot neighbor who is rumored to be a mean, solitary man.

  “Are you aching, my bunny?” I only nod because it’s all my body can do when he looks at me. “If you be a good girl, I’ll take the ache away. Are you going to be a good girl?”

  I nod again, but he demands a verbal response. “Yes, I’ll be good,” I pant. He smirks before moving down the bed, pulling the covers from my body. I gasp when I feel the cooler air hit my bare pussy. “I’m naked.”

  “I know, I couldn’t resist. It was fucking nice to stroke my cock while I thought about how badly I wanted to be in your pussy.” His eyes narrow on the wetness he can see on my thighs. Trent climbs onto the bed and gently moves his hands up my legs, his eyes focus on mine, but he doesn’t stop teasing me. His hands massage my calves and then he begins the journey back up. When he reaches my thighs, he parts them roughly, forgetting I’m still recovering until I let out a rough howl of pain. “Bunny, I’m sorry. I forgot.”

  “It’s okay, Trent. I did, too.” I give him a saucy grin, letting him know I still want him.

  In contrition, he bends to kiss each thigh. His lips feel strong yet soft as they press against my flesh. Every part of my body is pulsing, and the pain in my head is magically gone. Fuck pills, I need Trent to ease my pain. Moving up my thigh with his tongue, he makes his way to my clit, licking it slowly. I can’t contain my cry. “Ah!”

  He lifts his head slightly, making eye contact and gives me a wicked smile. “That’s right, Bunny. Shout as loud as you need to. No one’s gonna hear.”

  I push my thighs together as I ride the feeling that’s taking over my body. He gruffly parts my thighs and lifts my ass off the bed bringing my heat to his mouth, eating me out like he’s starving. His animalistic sounds go straight to my core and bring out the first real orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m panting and arching my back as stars explode behind my closed eyes. As my body comes down from my high, I open them and see that he’s staring at me, his dick in his hand and eyes lust-filled.

  I look at the massive appendage he’s holding, and in a moment of virginal panic, wonder if it’s going to fit or is he going to break me in half. He sees my fear and tucks his cock back in his boxers. “Lily, I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I told you that. Don’t look so scared.”

  “It’s not that, it’s just it’s so damn big, and I’m a... well, I’m inexperienced.” He just stares like he’s trying to process what I said.

  Confusion lights his eyes. “Wait…are you telling me you’re a virgin?” I nod because I’m embarrassed. As the truth that I’ve never been touched by another man hits him, his face lights up. “Bunny, just so you know, you’re going to get used to my dick because it’s the only one you’re ever going to know. I promise to take it slow tomorrow, but the need to make you mine has grown.” He leans down and kisses me. This time the kiss is deep, hard, and full of intent, and I know he’s staking his claim. He fucks with my equilibrium and my pussy is back to the hungry state it was in before he devoured me, then he pulls away and off the bed. “Bunny, are you hungry?”

  I know he’s talking about food, but all I want is his magic mouth back on any part of my body he wants. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m so tempted to ignore the doctor’s orders.” He leans over and his hand grips my pussy then gives it a spank. “Later, Bunny.”

  He leaves me in the lurch, and I want to bite him. Sticking his head back through the doorway, he growls, “I saw that look, Bunny.”

  “What are you going to do about it?” I tease him, hoping that he’ll change his mind.

  “I’m going to fuck that look off your face tomorrow. So calm down, my dick is aching too.” I giggle when he grabs his cock and leaves again with a frustrated look on his face.

  Chapter 4

  Fuck me, she’s going to be the death of me. I’m sporting a three-hour hard-on that’s almost to the point of needing medical attention. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. I’ve thought about saying screw it all and claiming her pussy, but I can’t be a selfish prick.

  It’s dinner time when my cell rings. I look at the caller ID and don’t recognize the number, but it says that I last spoke to that number a few hours ago. I assume this is her father’s number.

  “Hello,” I say, bracing myself for having to deal with someone who’s first concern isn’t his daughter.

  “Hello, this is Ted Mason. I am calling about my daughter.” No shit, fuck-off, I think to myself.

  “Hello, Mr. Mason, I’m Trent Davenport and unfortunately, Lily’s in the shower.” She’s not in there yet, but I’m busy finishing our dinner and don’t want her stressing. At the hospital, it was clear that she wasn’t certain that he’d even care. She might not have said it, but it was written all over her face.

  “So…she’s okay?” Again, his tone isn’t really heartfelt. I remember getting hurt at school and even my hopped up parents were worried about me. They were at the hospital, tripping on drugs, but they were still there. I regret that they let the drugs take over their lives.

  So I answer him with a negative tone, letting him know I’m not enjoying this conversation. “As best as can be expected considering what happened.”

  “We only heard about it on the way back from lunch and the movie we took in. I had no idea. I hope she’s doing okay. Can you have her call me once she’s out of the shower? I need to know Lily’s going to be fine.” He’s defensive, but his bullshit act of worry is faker than a stripper’s name.

  “I’ll let her call you after dinner. Where are you all staying?” I’m done with this conversation. I don’t want Lily to walk into the room while I’m on the phone with this man.

  “We’re going to check into the local Marriot.”

  “Okay, I’ll let her know of your concern.” I hang up the phone and dread telling her he called. I won’t lie to her, so I’m not looking forward to this talk. His concern sounded fake as hell, and I know that sound so well. I’ve heard it so often over the years. Mason doesn’t care about her the way he should. It makes me wonder all the more about how that explosion happened.

  She comes into the room two minutes later with a curious look on her face. I think I’m busted.

  “Who were you talking too?” she asks suspiciously.

  “I thought you were going to take a shower?” My reaction gives me away. She arches her brow and gives me a look like I need to fess up or I’m in deep shit. How the fuck has this happened so fast? I’m a slave to my woman. She’s got me wrapped so tight around her finger it’s pathetic. “Babe, your dad just called. He was checking on you.”

  “Okay, but you didn’t tell him we were intimate, did you?”

  I’m trying to kee
p cool, but I’m a bit offended. “No, I didn’t. It’s not something you tell a girl’s father. ‘Hey Sir, I’m fucking your daughter.’”

  “I’m going to shower.” I look at her longingly and that turns that grumpy frown into a smiling blush.

  “Good, dinner will be done in a few minutes. So hurry your ass up. By the way, just grab some clothes out of the drawers to put on. I don’t think I can take it if you come to dinner in just a towel.”

  The moment I hear the shower, I make a call. I know Duke can get any information I need, and I want everything on Mason.

  Duke answers before I can say anything, “I was just about to email you a list.”

  “Don’t bother. I found her. She’s my new neighbor or was, rather. Now she’s mine. But she’s the reason I’m calling.”

  “What’s up? Background check?”

  “No, not for her. It’s her father that’s got me thinking some shit ain’t right. She was nearly killed in a home explosion today. I don’t know if it was just an accident or it was intentional.”

  I hear the gasp of surprise, then he says, “Damn, that’s fucked, man. After what I’ve seen with Jackson’s wife’s family, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t put past people. What’s his name?”

  “Ted Mason.”

  He pauses, then remarks, “Hey, there’s no Mason on this list. Is she from a different state?”

  “I think so; I didn’t ask where she came from,” I reply. It’s something I have to find out tonight.

  “Well, I’ll look into it and get back to you tomorrow at the earliest.”

  I finish making dinner just as she walks back into the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. They mold to her skin, highlighting her ample curves. I’m looking at her like she’s the meal, and she blushes and her nipples peak.

  “Dinner’s ready. I know you’ve got to be hungry.”

  “Starving…” she says with a wicked grin.

  I don’t respond to her baiting because all the blood has left my brain again. Pulling out a chair for her, she goes to sit down and I slyly give her a little grope. I feel her body shiver and I saunter away with a smirk on my face. Payback’s a bitch. I bring the plates I premade into the kitchen, hoping she likes steak. The moment I put it down in front of her, I get my answer.