Loving My Neighbor

by C. M. Steele

  “Damn, I’m sorry, Trent. I thought my childhood sucked.” She grabs my face in her hands, and looks me deep in the eyes before, declaring, “We’re going to give our baby a great childhood. I won’t accept anything less. Will you?”

  “I won’t either.”

  “Which means you’re going to have to let people in.”

  “Yes, I guess so. As long as you’re by my side, I can tolerate strangers.”

  “Are you happy about the baby?”

  “Of course, I’m happy about our baby. I’m sorry I didn’t act that way upstairs. I just jumped straight to the guy you lived with.”

  “How do you know about Dane?”

  “One of my friends, who happens to work for a security company, was in Phoenix and he spotted you. He called me just after I had talked to Bobby Cole and kept an eye on you until I got there. On my way to the cemetery, he told me about the roommate. Something we need to talk about. Am I going to have to kill him for putting his hands on you at all?”

  “He didn’t touch me. Dane is a good man and definitely not interested in me. He’s into guys.”

  “Oh…”

  “Yes, but I really should call him. He’s going to freak when I don’t come back. We grew up together, and he’s one of my oldest friends.”

  “Do you want to call him now?”

  “Please. I don’t want him to worry.”

  “He’s close to you?”

  “Yes, his family disowned him when he came out.”

  We go up to the bedroom so she can grab her phone. Sitting together on the bed, I wrap my arms around her while she makes the call and puts it on speaker; I guess trying to prove their relationship to me. I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary. I shake my head, and in a gesture of trust, I take it off speakerphone.

  I stare and listen as she talks to her friend. She’s emotional, but it’s a positive emotional. I realize that they were planning to spend Christmas together. I can hear she’s feeling guilty about leaving him all alone, so I make a suggestion. They hang up after getting the plans together, and now, he’s coming to my home in two days for Christmas.

  Chapter 9

  It’s Christmas Eve and my house is going to be full tonight. On my fiancée’s behalf, I agreed to have a small Christmas Party with some of the men I already know and their family friends. Duke is coming and he said he is bringing a guest.

  “Bunny, how are you feeling?”

  “I’m feeling wonderful. Thanks for making me go out with Ernestine and John to get a dress. I feel pretty.” She spins saucily in a circle, giving me a show of her luscious thighs. She’s smiling at me and I’m so fucking happy. I think it’s time. I want to present her as my fiancée with a ring on her finger.

  “You look sexy, and I’m going to pop someone in the mouth if they hit on you.”

  “They’re your friends!” she replies in surprise with a giggle.

  “They’re men, and they already flirted with you according to Cole.”

  “OMG. You invited those idiots from the grocery store?”

  “Those happen to be the ones who join Don and me for poker.”

  “Oh, well. Bobby told me that they were only playing and are beyond competitive.”

  “They are. Whatever there is to compete about, they do it.”

  “It’s funny, there was one that wasn’t really flirting with me. He seemed uninterested.”

  “Which one?”

  “Beats me, I don’t really remember much about him other than he was the blonde one in the bunch.”

  “Oh, you mean, Devin. He’s always been very quiet during poker. Enough talking about other men. I think you look fabulous, but you’re missing one thing,” I say softly before I drop down to one knee. Her eyes open wide and her smile is so big that any nerves I have fade away. “Lily, my beautiful snow bunny. You’ve given me your heart and you have mine. I love you so much; you’re all I think about. Will you marry me?”

  There was a knock at the door. Fate hated me. “Go away!” we both shout out.

  “Okay, okay. I just wanted to let you know Duke is on his way with the others.”

  “Fine. Now, go away,” I shout. I need an answer and no more interruptions.

  “Before we get interrupted again, yes. Yes, I love you and I want to be your wife.” I slip the custom-made ring I picked up a week after she left me onto her finger. Then I’m up on my feet, sliding my arms around her waist and picking her up. My mouth is on her before I carry her to our bed. I plan on leaving my mark on her in other ways. I want everyone to understand she’s mine. Like a territorial animal, I’m going to leave my scent all over and my seed inside her.

  She squeals and protests. “They’re going to be here soon.”

  “Bunny, they have to come from the airport in Portland first. That’s a drive, baby. We’ve got time,” I growl in her ear. “You’re mine.”

  “But I won’t have time to shower before they all arrive.”

  I give her a wicked smirk. “That’s the plan. I want me all over you tonight. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

  “I think the ring and the fiancée title might prove that, but if you feel the need to satisfy me, I’m more than willing,” she purrs, sliding her leg along my hard cock.

  I let out an animalistic howl before I go to work tasting her neck. Nibbling and sucking, I mark her beating pulse with my teeth.

  Lily moans out, “Let me take off my dress. I don’t want it wrinkled.”

  I let her up, but only enough for me to lift her dress off her and toss it onto the chair.

  “Skills,” she cheers at my perfect landing.

  “I’ve got other skills I want to practice on you.”

  “Please do. I think your oral skills can use a refresher course.”

  “You’ve read my mind, Bunny.” I part her thighs and move in between them. I’m glad she has her lacy panties on, but I tear them off because I’m not waiting. Before she can protest, my mouth is latched onto her sweet pussy. I’ve got her clit throbbing as my tongue presses hard against it. She moans and her juices pump out of her slit. I need more. Her scent is as intoxicating as ever. I feel like I can’t get enough of her, so my hands join the assault on her pussy. I’m so close to coming. Fuck…I’m already getting pre-cum on my boxers. I press my thumb against her protruding pleasure center, sending shivers through her. I groan because I don’t think I can hold on. Thoughts of my scent all over her in front of other men is too tempting. My aching cock is begging for release. I slip two fingers into her overly stimulated pussy and it sends her over. She cries out, “Trent,” over and over again. I stand up, letting her ride it out while I undo my pants. Slipping my dick out, I sink into home in one motion.

  I don’t give a fuck that I still have my clothes on; I’m way past giving a shit. I need to come inside her. When I enter her, she’s still as hungry as she was and she cries out for more.

  “Trent, harder. I’m going to come again.”

  “Fuck, Lily. Make it quick. I’m going to come, too.”

  I reach down between her body, thrusting up at an angle and press my hand on her mound with my thumb teasing her clit. Fuck. I feel my balls tighten; sweat is dripping down my spine. I lean over and take her nipple and suck hard. I feel her pussy contract and pull my seed into her. I’m coming hard, letting out a low roar of satisfaction.

  I collapse on top of her, forgetting about my little man in there. It hits me and I try to get up, but she doesn’t let me.

  “Don’t get up yet. It feels so good to have your strength wrapped around me.”

  “What about the baby?” I ask in a panic.

  “Says the man that was just pounding into my pussy, trying to break shit.”

  “Damn, I didn’t think of it.”

  “Calm down. As long as I’m fine, the baby will be too. It’s probably only a dot at this point. It’s safe inside me.”

  “You’re having my baby.” I feel like I can conquer anything right now; I’m so
damn happy. “Fuck. I love you, Bunny.”

  “I love you, Trent. But you’ve got to get off me now.”

  “I’m hurting you?” I question, rolling off her and onto my back.

  “No, I’ve got to pee.” I try not to laugh, but the serious look on her face is hysterical.

  “Keep laughing. Soon I’ll be having to pee every two minutes and be puking my guts out.”

  “Oh no, no throwing up.” I’m seriously not cool with the vomiting. It’s a trigger of mine. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it.

  “I don’t think there’s much I can do to stop it. I’ll try to rush out as soon as I feel sick. Hopefully, it’ll be when you’re at work.”

  “No, that won’t be good. Who’s going to be here to take care of you?”

  “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “It is to me.”

  “Why?” she asks before getting out of bed.

  I get out of bed and start taking off my ruined clothes. Although I want her to smell like me, I don’t want to smell like her. I don’t want them to know how incredible her scent is.

  Slipping on a clean dress shirt, green V-neck sweater, and clean pair of jeans, I join her in the bathroom. She’s washing her face. I stand there and watch. I don’t think she knows how beautiful she is to me. The thought of her being sick brings painful memories to the surface.

  I lean against the counter to look at her. She dries her face, then returns my gaze. “When I was ten my mother almost died in front of me. She’d been spending a special Sunday afternoon with me. It was one of the best days of my life. She was so affectionate; everything that a mother should be. Then my father came home with one of the men that was always at our house and they all walked into the kitchen. It was taking longer than I was patient enough to wait for, so I went to the door and heard the tell-tale signs of snorting coke.

  Once she stood up, she lost control of her body. My mom started vomiting everywhere, then practically foaming at the mouth. I rushed through the door because I didn’t care if they saw me; she needed me. I grabbed the towel that hung on the stove handle and wiped her face, but she was still being sick, and I begged my dad to make it better. He couldn’t because he was so fucked up too. He was panicking, but the other guy called someone. Then he took my mother in a car with my dad.”

  She moves in between my legs and presses her hand to my chest, comforting and calming me. Her touch has that effect every time.

  “It was the last good day I had with her. She got home later that night and was back to normal the next morning. Two days later, I came home from school and my parents were dead.”

  “I’m not going to leave you. What’s going to happen is from our love and will go away in time. Kiss me, Trent.”

  I kiss her like my life depends on it. She’s my world and I never want to lose her. She slides her hands into to my hair, tugging and pulling, hungrily demanding more. I lift her up so her ass is on the counter and her thighs are wrapped around my waist.

  “Lily, you keep kissing me like that and you’re going to get fucked again.”

  “I really could use a shower,” she hints. I remember that we’ve never showered together like we had planned. I set her back down while I run the water for her.

  “Tonight we’ll share this together, but right now, I know it’ll take longer than we have. I’m going to fuck you until the hot water runs out, and just so you know, I have a tank big enough to heat the water for the five showers in this house. So go and freshen up for now.”

  “That sounds like a challenge, Mr. Davenport. A challenge I eagerly accept. Tonight.” She enters the stall with a sway to her hips. I take in her sexy, round, pink bottom and know she’s going to get it for trying to torment me.

  Chapter 10

  I have my talk with Duke about the camera and the information I need from him after he gets settled in. I’m still in shock that Duke has brought a woman with him. She’s a wannabe lawyer in college, I think. He met Melody at the DA’s office, but if he has his way she won’t be in school for long. He’s more than interested in her but claims that they’re not together, yet. The way he looked at her when he introduced her to me was as bad as me introducing Bunny to anyone—the look is pure territorial.

  “So, please, tell me you got a chance to talk to Jerry Kroll,” I plead, dropping down on my office sofa.

  He nods. “I did and the DA is working to find a legal way to get the evidence I gathered. It shouldn’t be long because Kroll has agreed to a plea deal if they can nail Mason as well.”

  “Did Kroll tell you what happened with her mother?”

  “Yeah. He gave a sworn statement and as an agent for the victim’s family, I was able to listen in. He claimed that the former maid, now Mason’s wife, was the one to make the initial contact. She wanted Mrs. Mason out of their lives. After several meetings with her and once with Mason, he made the final deal. For the hit, he would receive shares in the company, along with a hefty signing bonus. The thing is, he never worked for the company. It was all on paper, but no one was any bit the wiser because Kroll supposedly worked in a small satellite office. It was all bullshit, but no one caught on because he quit after a year, and with all the commotion about the horrific death, his leaving wasn’t a big deal.”

  “What a fucking prick. Do you know why they did it that day?”

  “Yeah, after looking at your woman’s ID when you were looking for her, I noticed the date. It’s insane, so I asked. He said that Ted Mason wanted to cause his daughter as much grief as he could. That way she’d never want to celebrate a birthday again. According to Kroll, it gets worse. Mason didn’t just want his wife dead.”

  “Don’t tell me what I think you’re going to say because I’m already ready to murder that man.”

  “It’s true. He wanted her to be with her mother and to meet the same fate, but Kroll refused. He didn’t kill kids so that was out of the question. Then after the wife’s death, there was too much heat on him to have his daughter killed.”

  ~~~~

  I run straight from the room out into the hallway and try to absorb what Duke just revealed. I toss my head back against the door to our bedroom. I want to cry, but then Trent will freak out and our other guests will be arriving soon. I wipe the few tears that have fallen without my permission and sneak into our room to wash my face.

  After refreshing my makeup, I go out to see what Dane is up to. Since Trent is busy, I might as well catch up with Dane. He arrived while I was in the shower so I haven’t had a chance to see him yet. I walk up to his room and knock on the door.

  Dane opens it with a goofy ass grin on his face. “Hey, beautiful, come in. I love your man’s pimp old castle.”

  “It’s not a castle.” I roll my eyes.

  “It’s freaking huge, old, and dark. It’s cool, and damn is that man good-looking. Why don’t you have any of them like that, that swing my way? I can definitely use a big, powerful beast-man like either your man or his beefy right hand man, Duke.”

  “Maybe they have a friend.”

  “Let’s hope they do.”

  “Come on, I hear someone knocking.”

  “Crazy how the sound echoes. He doesn’t need a doorbell at all.”

  We go downstairs and I see Trent answering the door for the four jackasses that flirted with me at the store. He welcomes them by name which is good because I don’t remember if they told me their names that day. They say what’s up to Trent, but spot us on the steps. All of them stare at me, well, almost all. Colt, the biggest man of them all, has a look about him. It’s a lost in love look I get from Trent and it’s aimed at my dear friend standing next to me. I turn back to Dane and he too is struck dumb by Colt. I look back at Colt, but he’s looking back at Trent, who’s growling at the men.

  “Hey, jackasses. That’s my woman. Go find your own.”

  “Not Devin, we need to find him a man.”

  “Fuck off, asshole,” Devin hisses, giving Joe a shove. From what Trent�
��s told me, Joe and Devin are brothers and Colt and Elijah are cousins.

  They’re all handsome men, but none of them compare to my Trent.

  “Oh, there she is. Lovely Lily, how did you capture this beast,” Colt asks, reaching me before everyone else. Trent is looking pissed and pulls me from his arms. I get why Colt approached; he wants to get to know Dane.

  “Hi. Colt, right?”

  “Yes, pretty lady.”

  “This is my longtime friend, Dane.”

  “Dane, this is Colt and the rest of Trent’s friends: Devin, Joe, and Elijah.”

  “Hey, fellas.” Dane may be gay, but you wouldn’t know right away. He doesn’t have that effeminate quality that a lot of men do and he likes doing “guy” things. I don’t know if any of Trent’s friends are homophobic or not, but I don’t want any tension today. I need Trent to see people can be good to have around.

  Ernie and I invited several people that Trent knows and some of their family. Bobby Cole is coming with his girlfriend, along with Elijah’s two sisters. All of them are best friends so it won’t be so awkward with a bunch of people that don’t know each other.

  “Damn, it smells good in here. Trent, did Ernestine cook?”

  “Yes, but my bunny did too. That’s the freaking juicy ham you smell.” I know he snuck some while I was in the shower. I smell it on his breath, the sneaky man.

  “Is it juicy, Trent?” I ask him, calling him out for eating it.

  He tightens his hold on me and whispers in my ear, “Not as sweet and juicy as you.” Instantly, my panties are soaked.

  I whisper a dirty reply, “Especially right now.” His eyes open wide before he lets out a growl.

  “So lovebirds, is there anything to drink or eat in this place?”

  “Sure, boys. Let’s go into the living room.”

  Just as we’re pouring drinks, there’s a knock and Ernie brings the rest of the party in. Cole, his woman, and Elijah’s sisters come in. The party gets louder, but it’s more fun. Trent never leaves my side, always holding on to me at all times. After a while, I realize it’s his coping mechanism and he’s not caring for this at all.