The Neighborhood Series (The Neighborhoood)

by Tarrah Anders

  She looks annoyed as I continue. “I started to have feelings for you, long before you moved here. I looked forward to the nights that we had planned to meet, I was upset when we couldn’t. And after our last night together, I couldn’t bring myself to take another partner. Before, I didn’t waste time and I got a new partner right away. I planned that as usual, but I couldn’t. It’s all because I have had feelings for you, and they stem from sometime during our time at the club.”

  She’s silent, taking in all the information that I’ve given her.

  “So, your trips to the club, were for informational purposes? You didn’t go there with the intent to hook up with a random woman?” she asks.

  “I had zero intentions to do that.” I hold my palms up and say.

  She’s quiet and I wait for her to say something, as I don’t want to push her.

  “I think we should cancel dinner for tonight,” she says finally. “I need to sit and think on this.”

  “Okay, I do want you to know that I’m sorry that I went to the club, but I think it helped me realize a lot more than I thought before.”

  “I’ll take that into consideration,” she replies.

  I push off of the fridge and see my way out. I look over at my place and it’s dark. I start off toward the bar. I need to be around people before I start to think shit that I shouldn’t.

  Chapter One Hundred Two

  Noah is standing at the bar, waiting for Miles to get him his drinks. He turns and sees me standing there, apparently looking like a lost puppy. He tilts his head over to his table and silently, I follow him.

  Valerie, his fiancée waves at me as Noah scoots in beside her.

  “Hey Micah, how’s it going? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she says.

  “It’s been a minute,” I reply smiling at her. She’s an awesome chick and even managed to tame the wild playboy of Mercy.

  “Everything alright?” Noah asks.

  I look between them and shake my head.

  “Do you want to go somewhere else and talk?” Noah asks.

  “No, it’s okay,” I take a deep breath and fold my hands in front of me and recount everything up until the moment that I walked inside the bar tonight. I explained to Valerie about the dynamics of the club, it felt great and welcome that she had no outward reaction during my telling of events.

  “So, you basically fucked up, that sucks. Did you get any read with how pissed off she was?” Noah asks.

  “She was pissed, I could tell that much,” I reply.

  “Can I give you some insight into the female brain a little?” Valerie interjects while I nod. “You did fuck up. You went behind her back and went to this club, without even mentioning it to her ahead of time. She called you, but it went to voicemail. Think about how that would look to you. While you may not have actually done anything in the club, you were there and that was something that she asked to be left out of the current relationship that you guys have. Think about it this way, and some people think like this. You’re in a relationship and you find out that your significant other is getting off to porn. Now, I’m not saying all people think this way, but some would see that as cheating,”

  “Really?” Noah interrupts whipping his gaze to Valerie.

  “I’ve seen the topics online, it’s interesting. Anyways, in your case, your girlfriend is gone, not even twenty-four hours and there you are at the club right away. As if you went the moment she left, like you couldn’t wait. You’ve gone behind her back and while you say that you didn’t do anything but window shop, the purpose of the club is to get off basically.”

  “Hi.” Carol says from beside the table. She looks less pissed off than she did an hour ago and I couldn’t be happier that she’s here.

  “Hey, um. Valerie this is Carol. Carol, this is Noah’s fiancée Valerie.” Valerie reaches and takes Carol’s hand and share quick pleasantries.

  “Can we talk?” Carol asks.

  I move quickly to stand up, say my goodbyes to my friends and lead Carol out of the bar. We begin walking side by side down the street, both of us with our hands in our pockets.

  “I’m hurt that you went to the club,” she says breaking the silence.

  “I know, and I’m sorry that I did.”

  “If you would have spoken to me about wanting to go, then I would have been fine and maybe would have even agreed to go with you. But I’m hurt that you went immediately once I left town. Like, almost as if you went there with an intention, even though you say you didn’t.”

  “You’re right, I should have spoken to you about it. I think, and I’m not saying this is true. But I think that as soon as you were gone, I was thinking that I was getting too deep, when the fact was that I was always in deep with you.”

  “So, what do we do here?” she asks as we walk mindlessly through the streets.

  “What if we make plans to go to the club as an official couple. It wouldn’t be any different than how we have previously been at the club, or when we are here in Mercy.”

  “So, you want to continue going to the club, but with me?” she asks for clarification.

  “You and I have known one another for almost a year, it’s been about you since the first day that we met. I don’t want anyone else. But I think I need the club for a sense of normalcy, in a strange way.”

  “And you think that the club will do what?” she asks.

  “I don’t know, add another element to our relationship. Like I told you, before you came along, it was all I knew. Why don’t we go there as a couple and keep that as an extra thing that we occasionally do?” I ask.

  “So, you’re saying occasionally and not twice a week?”

  “Yes. I’ll have you every night here, if you let me. But once in a while, we revisit what brought us together?”

  “Such an interesting story that we have for how we met, wouldn’t you say?” she stops and turns to me.

  “Every story is unique and that’s no different than ours,” I reply.

  She holds out her hand and smiles as I lace my fingers with hers.

  “Occasional sex club, but we don’t go behind one another’s back anymore and go there alone, you got it?” she squeezes my hand.

  “Roger that, loud and clear.”

  Epilogue

  She kneels before me, dressed in a short-pleated skirt, pigtails and a bra with a small bow in front. She has my cock in her hand and her tongue licking up and down my length as she stares up at me.

  Her cherry red lips move around my cock while she swallows me humming as she sucks me off.

  Our eyes never leave each other as I come in her mouth and down her throat.

  She pulls off of me with a pop and dabs at the corners of her mouth with a smile.

  “I’m ready to go home,” she smirks.

  “Me too, I think after that, I can deal with the drive home and be ready to fuck you into oblivion as soon as we step foot inside.”

  I offer her my hand to stand and she puts her shirt back on, while I situate myself in my pants. Together, hand in hand, we leave the club.

  We only come here every few months, as we’re both busy and enjoying the normalcy of our relationship aspects. We moved in together on our eight month official relationship anniversary, and now my brother lives in my old place. Since he’s too chicken shit to move in with Nydia.

  The drive home is relaxing and silent, my hand is on her thigh and her hand sits atop of mine. When we pull up to the driveway, I see Cooper and Lewis, one of our regulars from the bar standing in the driveway talking. They both look over and wave as we get out of the car. Cooper has made Mercy home, with his own friends, a job, a girlfriend and all.

  Carol pulls my hand as we meet in front of my car and we walk up and inside the house.

  She pushes me against the wall, and I drop the keys on the floor as her lips are on mine and my hands lock behind her. In a series of slow and sensual kisses, she has my cock hard and in her hand as she strokes me through my pa
nts.

  I twist and have her planted against the wall a moment later, as I kiss her roughly, then she’s hoisted in my arms and we’re walking through the house.

  I lay her gently on the bed and pull at her clothes. With our clothing strewn all over our bedroom, she squirms as I hover over her with my cock at her entrance, nudging gently inside. The cords in my neck clench as her body and mine become one. As soon as I’m buried inside of her, she gasps with the grinding of my hips against hers. I pull out and thrust myself back in while watching her face. I begin to thrust into her harder and harder, just the way that she likes it with her hair wrapped around my fist. Her hands rake my sides and pull me down for a tantalizing kiss.

  With the push and pull of our bodies together and our deep moans filling the room, we both release at just about the same time. The feeling of our orgasms hitting at the same time quickens my thrusts. Carol’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her mouth screams an animalistic noise as her fingertips dig into my skin.

  No better feeling in my life spending with this woman.

  It was fate that brought her to the club and into my life.

  It was fate that she moved next door to me.

  I believe in fate now and that’s because of her.

  To her, I’m not just The Neighborhood Bar’s Manager. To her, I’m her man.

  I’m her home.

  COMING UP NEXT

  Continue reading for the 9th story in this series

  The Neighborhood Series

  Stories 1-10

  Tarrah Anders

  COPYRIGHT © 2019– TARRAH ANDERS

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the email address below.

  Tarrah Anders | Tarrah Anders, LLC Tarrah.anders@gmail.com |www.tarrahanders.com

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Book Formatting: Tarrah Anders, LLC

  Cover: Jess Bryant Designs

  Ordering Information: Your Neighborhood Regular

  ISBN: 9780463690659 | 9798619646450

  A book shouldn’t be judged by it’s cover.

  Chapter One Hundred Three

  The smooth wood of the bar top under my hand immediately relaxes me from a long workday while I sink into the bar stool at The Neighborhood Bar in the small town of Mercy, my home. My closest friend, Cooper sits beside me fumbling on his phone then looks over at me.

  “Hey man, finally. I thought you were standing me up,” he smirks.

  “I forgot that I didn’t take a shower all day and thought that I should do that before I went out in public.”

  “I love how you want to smell good for me, watch out though, I’m a taken man,” Cooper jokes with a giggle of his eyebrows.

  “You’re not my type sorry buddy.”

  “What is your type?” Cooper turns his body towards me asking.

  “Female,” I respond grabbing the drink that Noah placed in front of me.

  “So, what you’re saying is that I don’t have a chance?” Cooper asks.

  “Nope, sorry,” I shake my head.

  “Very well then. I hope it’s okay, I invited Nyd and Mads to join us tonight. Nydia has been working late shifts this past week and I’ve been passed the fuck out by the time she comes home, so we haven’t seen one another very much this week.”

  “That’s cool,” I say before sipping my beer.

  I haven’t been around Nydia much. Cooper and I became fast friends earlier this year, just after he and Nydia started to date. He was relatively new to town, only just settling in Mercy earlier this year.

  Nydia walks in and behind her trails her friend, Madison. I’ve seen her from time to time in town, but we’ve never really talked. She’s gorgeous with fiery red hair and blue eyes, the color of a beautiful clear sky. Her lips are ruby red and turned up into a cautious smile as her eyes roam the bar as she takes note of her surroundings with a twinge of discomfort.

  Nydia leans in, places her hands on Cooper and kisses his cheek with a smile and Madison stands beside her awkwardly.

  Both Cooper and I swivel around in the bar stools and lean back on the bar behind us now.

  “Ladies,” Cooper greets them. “You know my friend, Lewis?”

  “Hey Lew,” Nydia waves.

  “I’m Madison,” she leans forward and holds out her hand.

  “Lewis,” I reply, my hand encasing hers. “Nice to officially meet you.”

  “I thought this was a small town and everyone knew everyone?” Cooper asks looking between everyone.

  “Well, we’ve seen each other around town, but we’ve never really talked or any of that.” I reply.

  “Yeah, I know he hangs out here, but you know me. I really don’t drink, so I don’t ever come in here,” Madison explains.

  “You know that now there’s the entertainment area, right?” Nydia points back to the addition to the bar that just opened up.

  “Let’s get a booth and stop talking about how Madison and I have never really talked before,” I point over to the back wall.

  The four of us travel to the back of the bar and grab a booth. Nydia sits beside Cooper, resulting in Madison and I to sit beside one another.

  The sweet smell of oranges wafts my way as she brushes her hair off her shoulder. With a glance across the booth to Nydia and Cooper who are sitting closely and whispering to another oblivious to the outside world and nestled in their own, I turn my body to Madison and place my hand behind her on the top of the booth.

  “Well then,” I begin, “you work with Nydia, right?”

  “For now, I just finished nursing school and will be starting to work at Luke’s office here in town. I guess his nurse that he brought here from Hollybrooke is retiring soon.”

  “The older spunky lady with the blue in her hair?” I ask.

  “She’s currently got pink and purple, but yeah her,” Madison smiles with a nod.

  “That’s pretty cool,” I nod and take a small sip of my beer as Rhi, one of the bar’s waitresses, walks up to the booth.

  “Hey guys, you gonna eat or what?” Rhi asks smacking her gum, holding her pen in the air with her ticket book ready.

  “Hey Rhi, I’ll take the usual, wait no, does Percy have any shredded pork?” I ask.

  “Let me double check,” she says, swaying her hips and running to the kitchen.

  “So, you have a usual order?” Madison asks.

  “Don’t you know, he’s the bar regular,” Cooper chimes in.

  “I know you’re here a lot, but I didn’t know you had special status. You don’t seem like a drunk,” Madison observes looking me up and down.

  “That’s because I’m not.” I reply, trying to act like this line of questioning doesn’t bother me. I don’t like to talk much about myself or the past and the reasoning that I’m always here at the bar, has nothing to do with why I’m a regular at The Neighborhood Bar.

  Chapter One Hundred Four

  After we ate some of the finest food in town - no disrespect to the diner- the four of us went to the new part of the bar. We played some pool and overall had a good time. It was close to midnight before we notice the late hour and determine that it is time to end our evening.

  I walk Madison home, as Cooper and Nydia head back to his place for the night. Since Madison lives on the way to my apartment, it works well for us to con
tinue chatting as I make sure that she gets home safely. Besides, I do not want the night to end.

  “So, where are you from?” Madison asks.

  “I’m from Hollybrooke. So, I’m local, just not Mercy local,” I reply.

  “What made you move to Mercy?” she asks.

  “Honestly? I wanted to be by people.” I say while placing my hands in my pockets feeling a little embarrassed.

  “In the city, there’s a lot more people than there are in Mercy,” she says.

  “Oh, I know, but in a city, sometimes surrounded by a lot of people, you can still feel very much alone. I wanted to live somewhere like Mercy, where I felt at home. Where people know you and talk to you. You don’t get that in the city, at least in my experience, you don’t.”

  “How long have you lived here then?” she asks.

  “It’s been about six years now, I moved here right after graduating college.”

  “That’s cool. I don’t think we ever got to what you did for a living. But it looks like we can add that to the next time that we hang out,” Madison says stopping at a small apartment building.

  “Would you maybe, wanna hang out again?” I ask trying to convey that I’m not shocked.

  “Sure, you seem nice enough,” she smiles placing her hand on my arm, trailing down to my palm and fitting her hand and fingers with mine.

  “I would love to hang out again,” I reply.

  “Good. Well, then come into the diner tomorrow for lunch, I have the morning shift and we can, I don’t know, grab a bite or something?” she asks with a tilt of her head in question.

  “I can do that,” I reply.

  “Good, I’m glad,” she takes a step closer to me and leans up on her tiptoes then places a kiss gently on my cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, thank you for walking me home.”

  “My pleasure,” I say stunned with the turn of events of the night.