Rock Hard Neighbor

by Rye Hart

  My pussy was dripping for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I threw myself at him, our lips crashing into one another. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he growled into my skin. Our tongues danced, tasting each other as the water pounded against our skin. I could feel his need for me. I could feel the animal within him trying to break free.

  He backed me against the shower wall and hiked my leg around his waist. I felt his cock teasing my pussy, his girth pulsing with lust. I opened my eyes and found his as a small grin spread across his face, and holding my gaze he slowly slid into me.

  I shivered at his touch while he filled my body with his hardness.

  Slowly, his hips rolled into mine. His lips peppered kisses along my brow as the water from the shower battered our bodies. His touch was electrifying. Addicting. Mesmerizing. His calluses were softened by the water as they smoothed over my skin. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot within my body that caused my leg to jolt. I felt myself growing weak against him as my fingertips dug into his shoulder. I was trying to keep myself upright, but every time he would roll his hips, my body would quake.

  I felt his hand dip around my thigh and hike my other leg up. I locked my legs around him before he grabbed my hands, then he pinned my wrists above his head. He was staring right into my eyes as my tits pressed into him, and the coolness of the shower wall caused me to shiver.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  He reared back and slammed into me, and I moaned. I could hear the sloshing sounds as he pulled back out, his thickness coated in my arousal. He thrust into me again as my head leaned against the wall, my body open for his taking as his lips traveled down my chest. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipple, his tongue swirling salaciously around the puckered tip. I was panting. Writhing. Dripping onto his skin as sweat began to gather on my brow.

  “Brian,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”

  His head came up to find my eyes, and I saw a mischievous glint ignite. He leaned down and captured my lips, a soft kiss from a strong man. My tongue ran across his lips as he smiled, but he pulled away before I could find entrance in the warmth of his mouth.

  “I think we should get married on the mountain,” he said.

  My eyes fluttered up to his as his cock stayed trapped in my pussy.

  “What?” I asked. “What about the courthouse?”

  “If we do a wedding,” he said as he pulled out, “we’re going to need pictures.”

  He slid back into me, pulling a groan from my throat.

  “Yes. Yes, we will,” I said, quivering.

  “Might as well make those pictures worth looking at,” he said.

  I felt him slide from within me again, his cock sitting just shy of my entrance. I tried to roll my hips into him, but he backed up, keeping my hands pinned above my head. My mind was swirling and my body was humming. I wanted my release. I needed to feel his cock inside me. I felt so empty when he wasn’t there, with his muscles pressed against me and his lips upon my skin.

  “Whatever you want,” I said. “Whatever will help Lanie, I’ll do.”

  I watched something similar to gratitude wash over his features. He pulled away from me and set me down on my feet, and I felt my stomach drop. Had I said something wrong? I didn’t want him to go. I wasn’t ready to give him up yet.

  But then he spun me around and pressed my chest into the shower wall.

  “Fuck. This body of yours,” he said. “So perfect.”

  He nipped at my ear as his knee parted my legs.

  “And this ass. So supple. So soft.”

  I felt his slick cock travel down my ass before he slipped it between my legs.

  “Give me those hips of yours,” he said.

  I arched my back as his hands descended onto my hips. I felt him lift me up, almost onto my tiptoes, as I braced myself against the wall. My tits were hanging, and my folds were coated with my want for him. My hands braced against the tiles as his cock slowly slid into me, and I groaned out his name. My voice filled his shower as the steam wrapped around our bodies, and soon I felt his hand traveling around to my stomach.

  Then it moved down to my hips.

  Then it moved down to my clit.

  “Brian. Oh shit. Please. I can’t wait. Please.”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  His fingers had parted my folds and were hovering over my clit. I could feel their heat teasing my swollen nub as fire surged through my veins. It was all too much. His muscles against my back. His voice in my ear. His breath on my neck, and his cock in my body. The water was tinting our skin red as the steam took over the air in our lungs. I was dripping from head to toe as he bent my body to his will.

  “Please let me come,” I said with a whimper.

  “All you had to do was ask.”

  He pulled back and thrust into me, setting an earth-shattering pace. My body bounced against the wall as his fingers circled my clit. My legs were shaking, and my arms were growing weak. I could feel the electricity building behind my abdomen, threatening to push me over much sooner than I could’ve ever thought. My head was spinning as his lips nibbled on my ear. I could feel his breath cascading down my neck. I was entranced by him; under his spell as he worked my body like he’d known me forever. His arm wrapped around my waist as his fingers pressed into my clit, and I could feel myself falling over the edge.

  My vision tunneled as stars burst behind my eyelids, and the only thing I could do was chant.

  “Brian. Brian. Yes. Yes. I’m coming.. It’s coming. Brian.”

  His hips pounded into me as my pussy milked his cock. I held him in my vice grip as my body trembled against him. He stilled his movements and sank his dick into me, his hips making shallow thrusts as he felt my pussy cradle him. His lips bit down on my shoulder, his teeth scraping along my skin as a growl emanated from his throat.

  Then I felt his cock twitch inside of me before his cum painted the inside of my body.

  In a fit of panting and sweat, the two of us collapsed onto the shower floor. He leaned himself against the wall as I knelt on my knees, and soon I was pulled into his lap. He cradled me against his rippling chest, his strong arms holding me close. I tucked my head underneath his chin, quivering from my orgasm as our juices leaked from my body.

  I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race.

  “A wedding on the mountain?” I asked.

  “Figured the pictures would be nice,” he said.

  “I think they’ll turn out wonderfully,” I said.

  I felt Brian place a kiss on top of my head before he pulled me closer to him.

  “Let’s sit here for a second,” he said.

  “Don’t worry. I wasn’t moving anyway,” I said.

  “Good. Because I’m not ready to leave.”

  And his words brought me comfort. Because neither was I.

  CHAPTER 18

  Brian

  I woke up to my cell phone ringing on my nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, ready to silence it and roll back over. Amanda was pressed into me, and Lanie was still asleep, and I wanted to treasure this rare kind of morning. If I played my cards right, I could slip myself right in between Amanda’s luscious thighs and wake her up with a mind-blowing orgasm.

  But when I saw it was Jack calling, I picked up the call immediately.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “We’ve got a problem,” Jack said.

  I slid out of bed, leaving Amanda to sprawl out as I walked into the bathroom.

  “One of our warehouses was burned to the ground.”

  I splashed some water on my face before I searched for my robe.

  “Which one?” I asked.

  “The one near you. With all the new fucking materials we’d just bought for our full-time guys. They were being held there until we could get them shipped out.”

  “Why didn’t you ship that shit right to L.A.?” I asked.

  “We didn’t have the war
ehouse space cleared out yet. So we used the one near you as a holding tank. You need to get down there, Brian. I’m in fucking L.A.”

  “It’s all gone?” I asked.

  “From the sounds of it, yes. But I won’t know until you get down there. Look, I know you’re not working right now, but it’ll take me hours to get out there. I just got the call.”

  “Isn’t some of that shit supposed to be fireproof?” I asked.

  “Not when you add an accelerant to it.”

  “So it was arson,” I said.

  “Yes. The detectives are sure of it from what they told me over the phone.”

  “Jack. I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me. Did you take my name off the company docket?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “When I asked you to take over my position, I know you kept me on it. But two years ago, I told you I had no intentions of coming back. Did you take my name off of shit?”

  “No. In case you wanted to come back. If you came back and your name was gone, it would’ve been a hell of a lot of paperwork. You still hold majority stock, Brian. It would’ve been stupid to remove your name.”

  “Shit,” I said.

  “Brian?”

  I whipped my head up and saw Amanda standing at the door. She was wrapped in nothing but a sheet, with her hair mussed and her neck covered in red marks. She was a vision, an angel dripping with seduction. I walked over to her and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her to my chest.

  Then, I heard Lanie beginning to stir.

  “I’ve got her,” Amanda said. “You do whatever you need to do.”

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Brian?” Jack asked.

  “Am I needed in L.A. after this?” I asked.

  “No, but you need to get to that warehouse. I need to know how bad the damage is. Pictures. Get me pictures so I can send it to the insurance company. And all the official paperwork you can get from them now would be awesome.”

  “File the insurance claim, and when a check is cut from them, re-purchase all of the equipment and ship it right to L.A. I’m getting dressed and going to see about the warehouse.”

  “You call me the second you get there,” he said.

  “I will.”

  Hanging up the phone, I began to throw my clothes on. I knew exactly what had happened. Lanie’s fucking father. Whoever the hell this man had working for him, they were digging into me and digging deep. They were trying to hit me where it hurt.

  At this point, the man had declared war, and I was going to come at him with everything I had.

  Lanie was sitting at the table eating breakfast as I rushed past. I gave her a quick kiss before I shot Amanda a grateful look, then I was out the door. I drove like a bat out of hell into town and raced through Asheville, all the way to the other side of the city. But it didn’t take long before I came upon police cars, ambulances, and multiple fire trucks.

  And our warehouse fucking burned to the ground.

  I got out of my car and approached the fire truck whose hoses were still on. I presented my I.D. to the police officer before he let me through. Jack was right. The entire thing was a total loss. It was nothing but a pile of rubble with a metal skeleton looming over the whole damn thing.

  I pulled out my phone and dialed Jack as I surveyed the scene.

  “How bad is it?” he asked.

  “As bad as you think. There’s nothing left.”

  “Fuck.”

  “I’m going to talk to the fire chief and see what I can figure out. I’ll call you back when I’m done.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  Hanging up the phone, a man approached my side. He was looking out over the smoky terrain with a stone-cold look on his face. His brow was furrowed, and hands were on his hips. We both stood there for a little while before he finally broke the silence.

  “Detective Landry,” he said.

  “Brian Murphy.”

  “It’s obvious this is arson, but there’s no security footage in this warehouse compound. It appears all of the cameras had been disabled before the fire was set,” he said.

  “Fuck,” I said, murmuring.

  “Without footage, it’ll take a couple of months before we can link this to anyone. That’s the average timeframe for a case like this.”

  “Even understanding it was arson?” I asked.

  “Especially with that understanding. We can know it’s arson, we can label it as arson, but the fact is that arson is extremely hard to prove. We’re going to get this fire under control first, then there are some questions we want to ask you. Starting with whether or not you or the other owner have any enemies that might want to do something like this.”

  I turned my body toward him as the detective’s eyes turned to look at me.

  “I have my own private investigator. He’ll contact you with the information you need to know. I’m currently entrenched in a custody battle for my niece. I have a feeling this is connected,” I said.

  “Any information that you can give us will be helpful in proving this case. I’ll be happy to take a look at anything and everything you have.”

  “Thank you, Detective. Do you have a card?”

  The man pulled one from his pocket and handed it to me.

  “I have to talk with my lawyer, then I’ll call my P.I. I’ll give him your number, and he’ll call you as soon as he can,” I said.

  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your warehouse.”

  “No one’s hurt, and we had insurance on it. Things can be replaced. People can’t be,” I said. “Talk with you soon, Detective.”

  I pulled my phone out and sent a text message to my P.I. I gave him a quick rundown of what was going on and gave him the number of the detective. Then, I called my lawyer as I turned on my truck.

  “Mr. Murphy,” Luther said.

  “Are you in your office? We need to talk,” I said.

  “I can get there. Is everything okay?” he asked.

  “No, not really. I need to see you immediately,” I said.

  I hung up the phone without even saying goodbye and started at full-speed toward her place. I was not only racing against the clock at this point, but I was also racing against Lanie’s father. He was obviously devolving in his mental state and willing to destroy anything to get to Lanie.

  And if we could prove this shit, our case was already half-won.

  I pulled up into my lawyer’s office thirty minutes later. I saw him getting out of her car as I turned off my truck, and he immediately came walking toward me. His eyes were scanning me as I got out of my car, my eyes wild and my body smelling of smoke.

  “Come into my office,” he said. “You look like you could use a place to sit.”

  “There was a fire at my warehouse this morning,” I said.

  “What were you storing in the warehouse?” he asked.

  “New supplies my business had just purchased for our employees.”

  “And the warehouse is here? In Asheville?” he asked.

  “It’s a holding warehouse. Usually, it stores our older supplies as we phase them out. We were eventually going to use it to get an East Coast installment of our company up and running, but the plans always got shoved to the backburner. Apparently, the company used it this time as a holding tank for our newer items until the older ones could be cleared out in our L.A. warehouse.”

  “And now it’s all gone,” he said.

  “Yes. My business partner, Jack, never took my name off any of the company’s formal documents. I’m the majority stockholder in the company still, and he kept my name on things in case I decided to come back.”

  “So you believe Lanie’s father did this,” he said. “Do you have any proof?”

  “The detective I talked with has already declared it arson. But the security cameras around the compound had all been disabled, so there is no footage.”

  “Of course there isn’t,” he said, sighing.


  “I know it was Lanie’s father,” I said. “He’s devolving. He’s willing to do anything to get me to hand over my money to him.”

  “But without proof, we can’t make that accusation in court,” he said.

  I pushed my hand through my hair in frustration. “So this asshole just gets away with it? I’m telling you, Luther, at this point I’m ready to just pay him off and get him to leave.”

  Luther shook his head. “I’ve already told you, Brian, that’s not a good idea. With guys like this, it will never be enough. You’ll give him a million today, he’ll come back tomorrow for two. No, the only way to make sure he stays away is to go to court and win custody of Lanie legally. Then he has zero recourse against you, and his game is finished.”

  “Well, in a few days I’ll have a documented marriage. Where does that put me?” I asked while trying to control my anger.

  “You’re getting married?”

  “I am.”

  “To who?”

  “A woman,” I said.

  “You know I was kidding about that, right?” he asked. “I didn’t expect you to actually go out and find a wife.”

  “Well, I did. If you’re telling me it’s my best shot to get custody, then that’s what I’m doing.”.”

  “Brian, if you’re serious and you’re going to get married, that puts you in a really good place,” he said.

  “It’s about time you gave me some good news.”

  “If you can marry her, get it documented, and prove the fire was caused by him, he’s finished. He’ll never take Lanie from you,” he said.

  “Then that’s what we’re going to do. I’ve already talked to my P.I., and I’m having him contact Detective Landry.”

  “Ok, and I will make sure to put in a call to the department as well. Keep the pressure on to get this case solved as quickly as possible.”

  “Yes. I want all of us working this from every angle. Lanie isn’t going with that man. I’m not going down without a fight. By the time I’m done with that miserable piece of shit, he’s going to be sorry he ever tried to fuck with my family.”