Neighbors (Twin Estates #1)

by Stylo Fantome

  “Hey,” Wulf's voice broke through her thoughts.

  “Huh?”

  “I'm done. Who are you messaging?”

  “Oh,” she mumbled, fumbling while she tried to lock her screen. “Just a friend.”

  “A friend, huh. Is this the friend you occasionally sleep with?”

  Since their date in the fancy bar, Wulf had never asked about the other man in her life. She had figured he just didn't care. The tone of his voice right then, though, made her think that he actually cared very much.

  “Yes. Sort of.”

  “Again with this 'sort of'. He must have an awfully small dick for you to be so easily confused as to whether or not you're fucking him.”

  “Shut up,” she laughed. “It's been a while.”

  “Slacking off, huh?”

  “More like stopped entirely. It just isn't … as fun as it used to be.”

  “Hmmm, and I wonder why that is.”

  They stared at each other for a long moment, and she willed him to say whatever it was that was bouncing around his head. She could see it behind his eyes. He was such a caged beast. Once again, she thought about how good Liam would probably be for him, and wondered if she should introduce them some day.

  Then Wulf broke the spell by slapping her sharply on the thigh, hard enough to sting. She cried out, but then the sting was soothed when he leaned forward and kissed the same spot.

  Dinner was nice, though she was still a little distracted, thinking about Liam. Hoping he was okay. She really did care about him, and she knew he cared about her. She didn't want to hurt him, and she worried that's where they were headed.

  She wasn't the only one with problems, either. During dessert, she noticed Wulf glancing at his phone, then glaring at it like it had personally offended him.

  “Bad news?” she asked. He shook his head and tucked the device into an inside pocket of his blazer.

  “An investment that's gone bad. Nothing for you to worry about.”

  But she did worry. He'd gone back to being silent-Wulf. They finished eating without another word, drove home in silence, and she was left to walk herself to her door. She couldn't help thinking that Liam would never treat her like that, not even when he was upset. Wulf was aggravating. So petulant, like a child. So infuriating, like an asshole.

  Yet an hour later, when she heard the splash, Katya was at her window. Watching him swim all those laps. Wondering when, or if, he'd ever let out his demons.

  Can't swim away forever, Wulf.

  *

  Katya went to sleep worrying that Wulf would still be grumpy the next day. But when she wandered downstairs in the morning, still in her pajamas, she was pleasantly surprised to find him in the kitchen.

  “Katya, just in time. My mother is finally home.”

  Wulf looked nothing like his mom. One wouldn't even think they were related. He was so tall and big and broad. Beautiful, with his dark brown hair and his striking blue eyes. Ms. Imelda Stone had fair hair, now liberally streaked with gray, that went well with her warm brown eyes. She was short, at least four inches shorter than Katya, which made her almost a foot shorter than her son, whom she quite literally seemed to look up to – there was so much love and awe in her gaze, it almost made Katya uncomfortable. It was as if the woman couldn't comprehend that she'd created such an amazing man.

  He took care of her. He supported her. Still does – he owns the house she lives in, he pays for her daughters to go to college. He amazes me, even.

  “Katya, it's been ages,” Ms. Stone sighed, leaning in to give her a hug.

  “A very long time, ma'am. Please excuse the way I'm dressed, I didn't know we had company,” Katya prattled off automatically.

  “Oh, don't worry about it at all. It's an ungodly hour to be visiting, but Wulfy insisted.”

  Wulfy!?

  Katya raised her eyebrows at the pet name, and there was no mistaking the look Wulf gave her from over his mother's head.

  Don't you fucking dare.

  “It's not too early at all.”

  “So tell me, has my son been nice to you? I know he can be a little … abrupt. Heaven knows where he gets it from, his father and I, and even your father, certainly tried to teach him better,” Ms. Stone chuckled.

  “Nice isn't exactly the word I'd use,” Katya replied, unable to contain her smile as Wulf's glare grew even worse.

  “Oh, dear! Tell me everything.”

  “Well, first he put in a huge order at my bakery, all while pretending not to know me, just to make me nervous. And then he took me to a fancy restaurant, the awful man. And you'll never believe this, but he even showed up at my apartment once, on my day off, and forced me to give him a manicure. Can you believe it?” Katya teased. She was pretty sure Wulf's glare had reached burn-to-a-crisp levels, but she just ignored him.

  “Sounds terrible,” Ms. Stone laughed. “Just awful. Best to get rid of him while you can.”

  “If only,” Wulf finally cut into the conversation, making all the women laugh.

  Katya dashed upstairs to shower and change, and by the time she felt presentable, the Stones had already gone back to their own home. She discovered that the mothers had made plans for a barbecue. It was short notice, they weren't sure a lot of the neighbors would show up, but both had already started making some phone calls. Mrs. Tocci had their housekeeper dust off the grill and move it into the backyard, near a picnic table, and a grocery store delivered a ridiculous amount of food.

  “Mom! Did you invite the neighborhood, or all of Carmel!?”

  “Hush, it's not often my beautiful daughter comes to visit.”

  “Oh, stop.”

  “And even rarer that she brings home a man I actually approve of!”

  “Hey! I did not 'bring home' Wulf, it is not like that. And I thought you loved Tony!”

  “Because I thought you loved him. I always thought he was boring. I was dreading going to those PGA tournaments.”

  The Toccis had always been popular in their neighborhood, and of course, Wulf was somewhat of a legend, so a lot of people turned out. The gate was opened between the Stone and Tocci properties, and people milled about, chatting while eating gourmet hot dogs.

  Katya was sidelined by a neighbor's son. She felt awful, she couldn't remember his name, even though they'd gone to high school together. He was living in Carmel and his parents had invited him to the barbecue.

  “Real estate, huh? I hear that's good business,” Katya mumbled, only half listening to him while her eyes scanned the yards, wondering where Wulf was – she hadn't spoken to him since that morning.

  “Yeah, it is. Carmel has some great property values. I'm still kinda new, but I think I'll go far,” what's-his-name babbled.

  “I'm sure you will.”

  “I heard Wulfric Stone is here – isn't he into real estate?”

  “Yeah, he owns his own agency in San Francisco.”

  “Tough market. I should meet him, he could probably give me some good advice.”

  “Don't hold you breath,” she muttered.

  “What was that?”

  “I said don't you like this bread?”

  She took a huge bite of her hot dog and he went back to going on and on about his fascinating job. She was just about ready to excuse herself when her eyes finally locked onto Wulf, and for the first time ever in her life, Katya saw pure green.

  Jealousy.

  He was in a group, but standing next to a woman. She didn't know who it was, just that she was tall and blonde. Not crimes in themselves, but the fact that his arm was draped casually around the woman's waist made Katya want to commit murder in the first. When he leaned in close to speak directly to the girl, jealousy turned to nausea. She was going to be sick all over her mother's lawn.

  “Excuse me, I don't feel so well.”

  She made her way inside and went straight into the pantry, where she knew no one would be, and shut herself in. She leaned over a utility sink and turned on the cold water
.

  She was being ridiculous. Wulf wasn't technically her boyfriend, she'd been over and over this in her mind. She was the one actively seeing another person, so it was wrong and unfair for her to get upset at seeing Wulf with another woman.

  Doesn't change the fact that I'm really upset.

  Making her feel doubly stupid was the fact that she didn't even know what was going on. For all she knew, that girl was a cousin of Wulf's. An old school friend. An old girlfriend. A current girlfriend. His mom's girlfriend. Who knew? Certainly not Katya, because she hadn't asked. No, she'd taken the very adult approach of freaking out and locking herself in a pantry.

  Right there, surrounded by canned goods and cleaning supplies and jars of pickles – when had her mother gotten into pickling!? – she had an epiphany. It wasn't about expanding boundaries anymore. She'd been trying to keep her feelings for Wulf at bay for a while, but really, she'd only been ignoring what had been happening all along. Ignoring the insane death fall she was taking into caring for a very, very cold man. Right then, she was suddenly very aware of the steps she'd taken, and it was too late. She'd gone over the edge. She was falling, falling, falling, gone.

  I have to tell him. I have to tell Liam. I have to end everything. God, I can't talk to him, not like this. I'll burst out crying and he'll laugh at me and then I'll puke on him. Would serve him right. He's such a dick. Jesus, I'm falling in love with a total dick. I cannot tell him that.

  Though she still kind of wanted to throw up, and very much wanted to cry, Katya pulled it together enough to go back out to the party. She would make one more round through the yard, saying thanks to everyone for coming, then she would lock herself in her room and try to figure some shit out.

  When she stepped out onto the back deck, her eyes immediately zeroed in on Wulf and the blonde. They were laughing together, standing even closer than before, his arm still wrapped around her. Jealousy and self-pity took up root in Katya's chest, making her heart hurt. She took a deep breath and strolled onto the grass.

  She said thanks to their pastor. Kissed Mr. and Mrs. Patel's baby on the forehead and commented on how much he'd grown. Oohed and aahed over old Mrs. Hoover's new needlepoint. Made light conversation as she moved through the crowd, weaving in and out of different groups. She'd almost made it back to the deck when a shadow fell over her from behind.

  “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were avoiding me, Tocci.”

  Wulf's voice was low in her ear, and though they weren't touching, he was standing far too close to be considered appropriate. Katya took a deep breath and held herself as still as possible.

  “Not avoiding you. Just mingling.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “You were busy.”

  “I know, so were you. How's Kenny Bartlett doing, anyway?”

  Aha! While I was eyeballing him, he was eyeballing me. Works both ways, wolfman!

  “Great. He's in real estate, you'd probably have a lot in common.”

  “I bet we would – we certainly have similar taste in women.”

  “I don't know, seems like you prefer blondes.”

  He chuckled in her ear, but it sounded more like a growl. Then his arm was slipping around her, his hand pressing flat on her stomach and pulling her back into him.

  “Jealousy looks good on you, Tocci. I like it.”

  “Not jealous,” she sighed. “Just tired. And have a headache. I think I'm going to go lay down.”

  She went to step away, but he refused to let her go.

  “Hmmm, I'm calling bullshit again. I have to share you with another man, yet I can't even talk with an old friend from school?”

  “Never said that, not even a little bit. You're allowed to talk to, see, do whatever you want, with anyone you want.”

  “That's really impressive, you know.”

  “What?”

  “Getting those words out around all the bullshit in your mouth.”

  Katya stepped forward with enough force that he had to let her go, unless he wanted to actually struggle with her. She glanced back over her shoulder once, when she went to step through the sliding glass door. Wulf had already moved on and was laughing with a group of guys. She shook her head and continued inside, making a beeline for the stairs.

  Stupid, stupid, Katya. At least you didn't start crying in front of him. Then you'd really belong to him.

  *

  She hadn't been lying, she really had a headache. Probably brought on by a sudden case of massive heartache, with a little guilt and self-pity sprinkled on top. She paced around her room for a while, resisting the urge to spy on the party. Her mother checked on her once, bringing her some water. Then at eight, Katya gave in to the pounding between her ears and she swallowed a couple Tylenol PMs before burrowing under her covers. She was out within twenty minutes and had strange dreams about being in the woods. Going over rivers. Heading to her grandmother's house.

  Sometime later she was startled out of her sleep. She sat up, struggling with her blanket as she tried to figure out what had woken her up. Her alarm clock said it was just after eleven-thirty. The only lighting in the room came from the glow off Wulf's pool, making everything look eerie and ethereal.

  Then Katya heard it again – a thumping noise, outside on the roof below her. Was this a home invasion!? She clutched the blanket to her chest and reached for her lamp, but only succeeded in knocking it off the end table. She cursed at herself, then gasped as her window started to slide open.

  “I thought this would be appropriate.”

  Holy. Shit. Was this really happening? Was Wulfric fucking Stone really crawling through her bedroom window? It was literally her biggest high school fantasy, but come to life. She tried to keep from panting as she scrambled out of bed.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, picking up the lamp before hurrying over to him. He finally stood upright, dusting himself off.

  “You said you used to dream about me, when you were in high school.”

  “I never said that.”

  “Please, it was written all over your face.”

  “What are you doing?” she said it again.

  “Fulfilling a fantasy.”

  She hadn't realized it, but he was looming over her, crowding in so close she was forced to walk backwards. She sucked in a sharp breath of air when his hand moved onto her hip. The air conditioning had turned off sometime while she'd been out, making the air heavy and warm. She'd kicked off her yoga pants in her sleep, leaving her in only a small t-shirt and her panties.

  “I never fantasized about having sex in my parents' house while my mom was sleeping downstairs,” she hissed. The back of her legs hit her bed and Wulf's chest was pressed against her front.

  “Wait – you've never had sex in here?”

  “No! What kind of girl did you think I was back then!?”

  “You were a sexy seventeen year old girl at one point in time, so I assumed you'd had sex in here.”

  “Well, you assumed wrong. I was a good girl, I couldn't do something like that in my parents' house,” she informed him. His head dropped down and she gasped when he sucked at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

  “Hmmm, then I must've been a bad boy, because I never once thought it was wrong when I did it at my house.”

  “Not shocked.”

  “What if I had snuck in back then?”

  “Huh?”

  “If I had crawled through your window when you were seventeen, would you have been a bad girl for me?”

  “I would've been creeped the fuck out – you would've been twenty-three.”

  “Smart ass. You know what I mean.”

  She did, but she didn't want to give him that sort of power over her. He already had so much. But as his teeth clamped down on the side of her neck, and his hand fisted in the material of her t-shirt, she couldn't resist him.

  Like always.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes what?”

  �
��I would have been a very, very, bad girl for you.”

  He shoved her abruptly, forcing her to fall onto her mattress. He was on top of her in an instant, and the usual Wulf – the slow, torturous, methodical lover – was nowhere in sight. His knee drove up between her legs, forcing them wide apart as he settled in between them, and he let his hands wander anywhere they damn pleased.

  “Prove it.”

  She gasped into his mouth, moaning softly as his hands pressed down hard over her breasts. She knew she had to keep in mind that they weren't alone in the house – she would not embarrass her mother, not even for Wulf. But she also couldn't possibly stop what was happening, not anymore. She sucked her lips between her teeth and bit down.

  “Ooohhh, silly girl, think you can keep quiet with me?” Wulf chuckled, as if she had challenged him.

  “Wulf,” she whispered. “You don't understand, I can't -”

  Another moan cut her off, and her eyes rolled back in her head as his hand dove into her panties. She felt his tongue, flat and warm on her collarbone, and he licked a path clear to the back of her ear.

  “Did you fantasize about this?” he breathed, then bit down on her ear lobe.

  “God, yes.”

  “Me tasting you, touching you?”

  “Kissing me. All the time.”

  His tongue was in her mouth, smooth and warm. She could taste brandy on him, and something smoky. Dark. She mewled against his lips and dragged her nails down his chest.

  “What else?” he asked at the same as he slipped two fingers inside her.

  “God, I don't know, I don't know,” she cried out, scratching at his arm. Holding onto his wrist.

  “Tell me, so I can make this as authentic as possible.”

  Something about that line struck her as odd. Was it not authentic already? He was taking her teenage sex fantasy very literally, it seemed. Then he started sucking on her nipple through her shirt and she forgot her own name.

  “Wulf,” she was able to remember his name and she said it on an exhale as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Tell me what you want, Katya,” he growled, his fingers moving double time.

  “I want … I want ...” she didn't know how to articulate her thoughts around him. Didn't know how to express exactly what she wanted. Words came easily for Liam, but Wulf always managed to chase them away.