by Maree, Kay
“Fuck a duck!” Makayla cooed.
“Great!” I chuckled as I opened my eyes. What now? I turned my head as best I could to see what Makayla was fussing about and coped an eyeful of a man’s bulging package stretching to break free from a pair of jeans that I could guarantee were far too tight for any man, especially the man who was actually wearing them. ‘Fuck a duck,’ were the only words you could use to describe what I was eyeballing; however, the words were a screech of horror not enjoyment.
“Seriously Makayla,” I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood to see something as horrific as that, besides I was in the middle of getting my hair washed and I was mentally preparing myself for a pending leg and bikini wax.
“Oh, listen to you. You can’t tell me that, that,” she pointed. “doesn’t turn you on,” she added.
Turn me on. Don’t get me wrong I love a man in jeans but when you’re wearing tight ones like this man was wearing, you just know that his package is getting so squished that you can guarantee rearing children with the man is 100% off the table. Not that I have plans on settling down and getting hitched, but you get my point. He’s killing his chances of anything! “It takes more than some tight jeans and a protruding package to turn me on,” I voiced.
“Bullshit!” she called with a chuckle.
“It’s called Boobylicious not perves-ville Makayla,” I said as I returned my focus back to my scalp massage. The so-called fuck a duck hottie could give Makayla an eyeful of his crutch but as for me, well he could keep his package tucked tight and secure.
“So, as I was saying,” Bridget piped in.
Deep breaths in and out. That was going to become my mantra at least for today, at least while I was stuck here with Makayla and Bridget for the next few hours. People usually don’t tick me off as much but, I barely had time to relax and enjoy a break, this was it for a good few months and I didn’t want to waste my time listening to Bridget go on and on about people I didn’t know and as for Mak, well she was lonely hence her keen eye for men in tight pants. I guess the rude interruption by Mrs Wilkes, before my first cup of hot elixir… yes, I’m meaning my morning coffee this morning everything had started to go south. She wanted to tell me more information about the guy that purchased the house next door to me. He wasn’t from around here, wouldn’t be staying long, something about the home being a holiday retreat. For all I knew the information she had been delivering to me was all a load of rubbish but I’d yet to meet the man and I didn’t know if I’d even have time to with such a small amount of my time off work. On that note my phone began to ring, I silently groaned but quickly excused myself to answer it, just encase it was work related. A three-minute conversation and I’d booked in a few fun things for my afternoon. I was off to Frenchies Burger Bar to catch up with some girlfriends. I was hoping it would put me in much better spirits. Maybe sipping on a cold beverage and eating some delicious dirty fries and a greasy hamburger would help me.
***
I don’t know what it was, the booze or maybe it was catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in forever.
Ok, serious hotness alert. This guy was… well for lack of better word PERFECT.
Yes, I know there was no such thing as perfect, but the truth was perfection was something people strived for but never thought they’d achieve. Ultimately, I believed we all achieved perfection in our own little way. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and that was true or for me it was. This was eye candy and some great eye candy at that.
His scruffy hair, slight five o’clock shadow. I liked a guy with facial hair. That laugh, the way it resinated through the air and prickled my skin, goosebumps invading my skin.
Riker
“That’s what I love about your love,” she sang. Her voice humming through the breeze toward me. “It knocks me off my feet,” she continued. Jana Kramer, What I love about your love was blasting through my stereo and I was enjoying the mood it was putting me in.
Shit! This woman could sing sweet country… a girl after my own heart. I wasn’t a city slicker; I was a living and a working on the land type of guy. I had big dreams of a semi quiet life, tucked away on a lot of land in a country town where I grew up. I wanted kids, but I wasn’t in any rush for them. I’d happily wait, for that chapter of my life. After all I witnessed first-hand what had happened with my brother and the last thing I wanted was to be going to court and arguing over an innocent child’s life but that was neither here nor there.
I wasn’t here in this city to find a woman; to settle down or anything, I was here for business. To put some affairs in order, I wanted to also set up something for my mother. She’d been the rock in our family, taken amazing care of us and to thank her I wanted to make sure she didn’t want for anything.
The doorbell rang out over the music and I froze… I wasn’t expecting visitors especially not at this time of the day. I silently groaned and headed down the hall. As I opened the door, I wasn’t expecting to see two big beautiful brown eyes starring back at me. I was expecting it to be some delivery from my mother back on the property up north. I’d promised her, I wouldn’t stay here in Sydney long, I’d return to my country roots in Queensland, to our family owned and operated farm. The whole reason I was here was to do with paperwork regarding my biological fathers’ investments. I wasn’t raised by my so-called father; he was in my mothers’ terms a night she’d rather forget but she kept in touch with the guy. She was young, dumb and I guess you could say the man that fathered me was full of cum, but that resulted in me. I was the product of their one night together many years ago. She doesn’t regret having me, but she didn’t entirely like the fact that she’d left me without a father to raise me. The truth is, I didn’t want for anything as I grew up. She did her best and made us as a family work. Afterall, I had a brother and a niece, so I wasn’t lacking in support.
“What do you want?” I mumbled. The words sounded harsh to my ears. I felt bad for saying them the instant they left my mouth.
“Hi,” she stumbled with a simple word like hi. It was like she couldn’t bring her mouth to say much at all.
“Can I help you?”
“Umm… I’m Adelaide your neighbour. I just wanted to introduce myself,” she chocked out.
“You’re the trust fund baby from next-door,” I snickered. Bloody hell Riker get your head into the game, I know it’s early and you need some coffee, but the girls come to introduce herself and you’re being a dick about it.
“Excuse me,” she replied crossing her arm in front of her chest. If she was trying to prove she was annoyed it wasn’t working for me, the arms across the chest was only making me focus on her breasts. Think I needed my head examined.
“I’m not a trust fund baby, I might be young, but I’ve worked my ass off since I was fifteen.”
“Sorry, let me rephrase that,” I interjected. “Your housemate is the young trust fund brat who insists on throwing raging parties that disturb the whole neighbourhood.”
“As I was saying, I’ve saved to get that place and I’m not letting my nosy next-door neighbour, fucking think that I got my house because I’m a trust fund privileged child,” she angrily groaned.
Shit! She wasn’t happy but I had to say her anger was making my cock stiffen. If she continued, I bet… no, I knew I’d have to take a cold shower to pump myself dry. Something about this interaction had me aroused…. Call it early morning sexual urges.
“Your….”
“Sister,” she mumbled.
“Well, your sister thinks she’s privileged,” I mouthed. This is what I had to do, use anger… annoyance to try to keep myself from losing control because I could feel it slipping away. This woman could make me lose my resolve; self-control was slipping away fast. I wanted nothing more than to push this woman up against a wall and ravish her with my lips, but I wasn’t that type of guy. I had respect when it came to sexual pleasure and my mother would tan my ass for forcing a woman into any comprom
ising position.
“My sister is none of your business,” she remarked.
“Oh, she is my business especially when her and her friends seem to think it’s appropriate to party all day and night long. Some of the neighbours aren’t impressed,” I sarcastically stated.
“She’s young, you were young once… now well, now I’d have to say you’re fucking old,” she spat.
I laughed, hard. Fucking old… was she trying to bait me because if she was it was working and well... “I want to throw you over my knee and spank you hard right now,” I warned, the words flying from my lips. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Reign it in Riker or you’re gonna get yourself slapped with a sexual harassment lawsuit.
“What?” she shrieked, her eyes almost popping out of her head.
“You heard me. I want to punish you for such a comment, to teach you a lesson about what it’s like to show us ‘old folk’ some respect.” Riker, Riker, Riker… your mother is gonna kick your ass.
“You want to teach me the fine line between pleasure and pain,” Adelaide chuckled.
Man, she really had a way of making a guy want her bad. I bet she had no idea the effect she had on men or maybe she did….
“Stop looking at me like that,” she uttered.
“Stop looking at you like what?” I curiously replied. I knew the look I was giving her, and most women seemed to love it, however this girl wasn’t just any woman she was my new neighbour and while the thought of city life I despised, a small voice inside my head told me I could make this city life work for me if woman like this were… well if they stuck around as eye candy.
“You’re looking at me like I’m a big juicy piece of raw meat and you’re a lion ready to pounce and devour,” she answered.
“I can’t help it if I’m hungry for what you’re showing,” I cockily remarked. It was cheesy but it was all that seemed to spew from my lips.
“Where are you from? You certainly don’t appear to be a city slicker, especially with those jeans, that hat and….” she asked.
“I’m from a country town in Queensland,” I quickly answered. That was all she was getting out of me.
“A country boy,” she chuckled.
“We country boys know how to handle pretty little things like you,” I cockily remarked.
“For a country boy, you’re full of shit,” she choked out.
“Don’t tell me it’s not your thing.”
“Cockiness is not my thing,” she declared.
“What’s not your nothing, cockiness or cock?” I questioned. Oh gee, Riker… my mother would be slapping my mouth for the words that were slipping through my lips.
“I’m leaving,” she scoffed as she quickly turned on her heels and walked away.
“Nice to meet you,” I called out with a chuckle and a smirk on my lips. I couldn’t help it; I was laughing internally and secretly staring at this fine woman’s behind as she disappeared into her house.
***
Avoidance… I don’t know if it was the best strategy, but it was slightly working especially since I was currently on route to a meeting. My sexy as fuck next door neighbour I had to say was unforgettable. The vision of her tight ass as she walked away had me… well we’ll leave such thoughts alone. Avoidance was supposed to be my strategy… avoid her, ignore her and maybe in a few days’ time she’d be gone, and I’d be back in Queensland.
Hour and a half later, I was finally leaving the office of a prestigious lawyer. One who’d well… had some interesting information to inform me about. I picked up my mobile phone and dialled the home phone for the farm. I was hoping mum would be having lunch and not out in the paddocks working.
It rang a few times before I heard her sweet voice ring out.
“Hello my sweet boy.”
“Hey mum,” I voiced. If people heard the unconditional love we shared, they’d roll their eyes. My mum was my rock and her children were hers in many ways.
“How is city life?” she inquired.
“It’s certainly different. I miss the quiet farm tranquillity. Can’t wait to return but it’s not why I’m calling. I’ve just come out of meeting with Mckaffer’s lawyers,” I remarked. I knew the instant she heard Mckaffer’s, she’d know exactly why I was calling her.
“Did you see him?” she asked. There was hope in this question. More hope then you could imagine. She’d been wanting me to meet this man for years.
“I’m sorry, but Ian passed away, just over a week ago,” I declared. The silence on the other end of the phone was enough for me to know she would take this information hard. Ian may have been… well I wasn’t entirely sure what Ian was to my mother other than a night she said she’d rather forget, but I was certain whatever they shared had to have been something special. They kept in touch and while he wasn’t around for my childhood, let alone my adulthood he knew I existed. He must have, since the man had left a substantial amount of money to me
“How?” her voice asked.
“I’m not entirely sure about the details but he’s left you something. I had the lawyers express post it today and I’m hoping it will arrive within two days,” I answered, fibbing through my teeth. I knew how Ian had died, it was complications of a heart condition, but I wasn’t about to bring this up and have her have a mental and emotional breakdown over the phone. I could envision it; she’d insist that I go and get checked out in case I to possessed the same heart problem. It just wasn’t something I was keen on discussing, at least not right now beside the lawyer said they believed it was brought on by stress and other contributing factors.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed before I heard the phone rustle a bit.
“Riker.”
“She’ll be ok Miles. She just received a bit of horrible news and she will certainly need your support to come to terms with it,” I voiced. “Look, there is a registered express postal delivery coming in the mail within the next two days, pending the postman delivers things on time… you know how it is. It maybe a little hard for her for to read it and understand it, but I know she’s in safe hands with you and you’ll help her. I’ll be home as soon as I can. There are a few more loose ends to tie up here.”
We didn’t say much more, we said our goodbyes and hung up. I felt horrible doing that over the phone, I would have much preferred to be beside her when I mentioned that Ian had passed but it wasn’t to be that way. I needed a good stiff drink, something top shelf to wash away this horrible memory. I pulled out my mobile and hit the speed number for my brother Neal. I needed to check in with him after the today hearing. I also wanted to let him know exactly what had happened today in relation to Ian.
Adelaide
I was back at the bar with the girls. Call it a spontaneous catch up but it was much needed. While I had issue of my own to sort out and I certainly didn’t really have the time to muck around with friends, the cool glass of wine was hitting the spot. Besides, the girls loved to gossip and I was positive if I started raving on about the sexy cowboy that lived next door to mine they’d be the first to throw a ranging bash at mine and I could jut picture the outcome… he’d be calling the cops.
“What’s wrong?”
Bugger me, she knew, she always knew when something was wrong. I thought sitting back and laughing while sipping some wine would be enough to disguise the fact that I had this guy fixated on my brain but clearly not.
“You’re thinking about a guy, right? You’ve meet someone and I want details,” Annie chuckled.
I was about to open my mouth, let her know about the sexy hot cowboy that had taken the house next door, when my eyes locked onto no other than the man himself. My annoyingly, rude yet hot as hell jean cladded neighbour. Annie wasn’t going to get a word out of me, not when I felt so tongue-tide.
“Hello, earth to Adelaide. Are you alright?” Annie asked waving her hand in front of my face. It was all a bit of a blur; all I could see was my neighbour and his friend I presume walk into the bar tog
ether and suddenly I snapped out of it. Annie’s hand came back into focus and I turned to look at her.
“Yeah, I’m all good, it’s not a guy at all. I’m just a little concerned and preoccupied about my sister and all,” I lied.
“Is she in trouble again?” Annie whispered.
I shook my head saying no. I knew to what she was referring to. I’d had to seek her legal advice when my sister decided to stray into the deep, dark depths of… well lets just say she isn’t innocent by any means.
“If she continues to throw ranging parties while I’m away I am afraid she may get me into a bit of hot water especially with my normally quiet neighbourhood,” I blabbed. It was probably more than I should have said but I was trying to distract her as much as myself because the whole time I was talking with Annie I wanted to take a peak around to see him. I don’t know what it was… maybe the wine but our first encounter had me a little unravelled.
Was it possible to have an instant attraction to a man you didn’t know? I personally thought it was conceivable, but others would beg to differ. Some people didn’t believe in the theory of insta-love. I guess I always tried to view the world differently, each to their own when it came to every aspect of life while others preferred to judge others before getting to know them as a person. Hate, it just wasn’t something I held onto.
***
“Mum must be devastated,” Neal stated. “I’m sorry you never got to meet him, talk to him about everything.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet, I didn’t know if meeting Ian would have helped in anyway. Don’t get me wrong, it would have been nice to at least put a face to the name but that was clearly never supposed to happen.
“Do you think this is gonna stir the pot a bit, I mean for Miles?” Neal inquired.
“He knows what Ian was to mum, he also knows she hasn’t seen or heard from him other then a cheque in the mail every month for the first 18 years of my life. I can’t see him being that petty of insecure in his marriage… besides he’s your father,” I scoffed as I picked up my tumbler of scotch and took a swig.