Dirty Neighbor (The Dirty Suburbs) (12 page)

Chapter 24

“Looking in through my curtains in the middle of the night? That’s not creepy at all.”

I spin around to find Sammie standing at the edge of the walkway, one hand on her hip and her cheeks pink from the cold, as Isla pulls away from the curb.

“Hey,” I give her a weak grin as I flounce down the stairs to meet her. “I tried to catch you after your tutoring session. I figured you’d need a lift home.”

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. I think she’s nervous. Hell - I’m nervous, too. Last night was something else. And I want it again. I want her again, all night long.

“Isla picked me up and we had a few errands to run.” She’s holding a take-out bag in her hand. It just screams ‘flavorless but very responsible and grown-up food inside’. We stand there looking at each other as the sun slowly slides behind the mountains in the distance.

“What are you doing here, Keeland?” she asks in a small, tentative voice.

I swallow hard before I say, “I want to come inside.” God — I mean that on so many levels.

She opens her mouth and I can see in her eyes that she wants to protest. I won’t let her. I take a step closer, standing so close that I can smell the sweetness rising off of her skin and I can see her shallow breaths fogging up the air.

“Last night was good, Sammie. Let’s do that again.”

Sex with her had been explosive. We’d been building up to it for so long. Not just for the few weeks that I’ve been back in Reyfield but for the eight to ten years prior.

She huffs as she walks past me, up the stairs. “Keeland, you know we shouldn’t be — ”

I slip my hand around her waist, spin her around and pull her into me. A choked gasp escapes her lips right before I silence her with a kiss. A mouth-shutting, heart-stopping, toe-curling kiss. She groans as her arms lock around my neck and I squeeze a handful of her plump ass. We quickly get caught up in the kiss and she abandons her protests. Everything around me melts away except for the hot, little sex sounds she makes as her body sags against mine.

A dog barks in the distance and the high-pitched notes of a child’s laughter echo in the street. Sammie pulls away and looks around self-consciously. When I glance over my shoulder, I see Nancy’s daughter and her grandchildren piling into their minivan with Mr. Lucky, that frisky, little Yorkshire terrier. Of course, Nancy is staring right at us with a knowing smirk on her face.

I offer her a curt nod and a smirk of my own. “Good evening, Nancy.”

She gives us a small wave. “Keeland. Sammie.” Then, she turns back to her family.

Sammie’s face is the color of a strawberry now. She ducks her head in embarrassment as she digs around in her purse for her keys. When she finally pushes the door open, she grabs me by the collar and drags me into the house. “Get in here,” she grumbles as she drops her purse and her responsible-adult vegan meal to the floor.

I lean down, catching her lips with mine. My fingers slide roughly into her hair and I pull her head back for a better angle. She grips the front of my fleece jacket with both hands and my thumb presses into the soft flesh of her throat. She makes a strained sound as she unzips my jacket, pushing it off of my shoulders.

Then, she goes for the button at the front of my pants. Her hands move feverishly to slide into my boxers. She reaches into my waistband and fondles my cock with her small, soft hand.

And my balls give each other a high-five, I swear.

I’m so excited I could come right this second. But I don’t want a repeat of last night’s embarrassing, minute-man performance. I want this to last a while. I bring my lips to her ear. “Get on your knees, Sammie.” I push my pants and boxers down to my ankles.

Her eyes blink open and she gives me a nervous stare. “What?”

“On your knees. Now.” I want to slide my cock against her tongue. Down her throat.

“You want me to…?” Her voice trails off. Her eyes are wide and her breathing is sharp. She suddenly looks very, very innocent. That’s when it occurs to me…

“Wait — you’ve never sucked a dick before?”

She shakes her head slowly, uneasiness filling her eyes.

Something wicked and carnal rises in me. A smile spreads across my lips and my cock goes concrete. Samantha Trotten is vanilla personified and the idea of being the man to sully her thrills the fuck out of me.

She whimpers when I place my hand on her shoulders and guide her down. She looks up at me wide-eyed as I fist my hardened shaft and glide it back and forth along the seam of her lips.

“Open for me,” I say, my voice so hoarse and thick it’s barely audible above the hammering of my pulse.

Her lips part slowly. She’s still giving me that innocent stare.
Shit – I won’t last long
. Not with her looking at me like that.

Her mouth closes around me. Warm and wet. I should give her time to acclimate to the experience of having a cock in her mouth for the first time, but I want to come. So much. I want to empty myself into her mouth and watch her struggle with my desire. It’s all for her. It’s all because of her. I want her to have it all.

I hold the back of her head as I thrust softly into her mouth over and over again. It’s taking all of my self-control to restrain myself from plunging deep and hard into her throat. God — my balls are so fucking tight. My legs prickle with electricity.

She runs her hands up the backs of my thighs to my ass and she squeezes, pushing me farther down her throat. Her lips work my shaft, pursing and squeezing me. Back and forth, fast then slow. She says that it’s her first time doing this and I believe her, but she sucks my dick like she was born to do it, like it comes naturally to her.

“Shit — Sammie…I…I’m…I’m…” I try to pull out of her mouth before the ropes of come spill onto her tongue, but she holds me there, keeping me captive as she milks my orgasm with her lips. And I empty, empty, empty into her mouth. She tries to swallow it all, but it’s too much. It’s dripping down her chin. “Oh, god,” I groan. My head spinning, I collapse into the wall behind me.

She falls back onto her ass, still looking up at me in bewilderment, like she can’t believe what she just did. She’s never looked more beautiful and sexy. She’s a slice of heaven.

I pull up my pants then reach a hand out to help her to her feet. “You okay?” I ask. She accepts my assistance and as she rises to her feet, a dazed smile takes over her lips. She glances around at my discarded jacket and the slush from our shoes, puddling on the floor.

“That was…
hot
!” she whispers, her fingers ghosting her lips.

“Fucking right,” I mumble as I pull her to myself, kissing her wet, swollen mouth. “But I’m not done with you.”

I take her by the wrist and lead her up the stairs to her bedroom.

We’re frantic as we undress each other in the dark. All I want is to feel my cock inside of her again. It’s the only thing I’ve thought about all day. She lies in the middle of her bed and I climb on top of her. I kiss her, swirling my tongue around hers, nibbling on her bottom lip, tasting the tang of my juices still lingering in her mouth.

“I want you so much,” I groan against her lips as I roll my fingers over her clit and down across her seam. My hand is so wet from touching her there. It’s crazy how much her body wants this.

She moans my name followed by a string of words that make no sense. That’s how I know that she’s ready.

I find a condom in my pocket and roll it on. I flip her over, so that she’s on her hands and knees. She seems self-conscious at first, she isn’t comfortable in doggy-style. “Are you okay?” I whisper into her hair.

She nods. “Yes,” she says in a soft voice. She’s unsure, but she wants to be adventurous with me. That’s a real turn-on.

I sink into her, balls deep, and she quickly forgets her discomfort.

I kiss her neck and the space in between her shoulder blades as my fingers circle her pulsing clit. She purrs quietly, the sound low and restrained.

“Sammie,” I groan her name quietly.

She reaches back, grabbing at my thighs, pulling me closer. She wants it harder, deeper. I give it to her. Just how she wants it. She’s hissing and writhing in my hands. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her up so that her back is pressed against my chest.

“Christ, Sammie,” I say just before I slide my lips over hers, swallowing her lusty, little cries. “I can’t believe how good you feel. You’re so tight, Sammie. So good. I just want to fuck your greedy, little pussy until you’re losing your mind.”

“Yes,” she sighs. “Do it, Keeland.” She slams her hips back into me again and again, abandoning all control. One of my hands cups her breast, pinching her hardened nipple between my fingers. My other hand slips between her legs, strumming her clit in an erratic rhythm.

Without warning, she’s spasming around my dick, squeezing me tight as she climaxes, making loud, frantic noises. A million tiny explosions flash before my eyes as I combust inside of her a moment later. Our cries mix together in an erotic cacophony that fills the room. Our damp bodies tremble against each other until the shock of pleasure has subsided.

Sammie falls forward, landing on her pillows. She’s panting when she glances at me over her shoulder. “Oh my god, Keeland. That was the best…”

Chapter 25

Keeland is gone by the time I wake up the next morning.

Thank god!

I’m confused enough as it is. The last thing I need is an awkward ‘morning-after’ interaction to muddle things up even more.

The first time we had sex, I chalked it up as a one-time indiscretion…but then, it happened again. I catch a glimpse of the four empty foil wrappers in the garbage bin next to my bed.

Four times?

Yup, four times.

I roll gingerly out of bed. I'm absolutely gutted. Sore and raw in the most delicious way. And my mind is spinning. My body has betrayed me over and over again, sexing it up with my sworn enemy. I hate that it felt so good.

I take a quick shower and get dressed for the day before heading downstairs. I start the coffeemaker and tackle the second box of Master Ink receipts with renewed fervor. The faster I get this work done, the faster I can cut all ties to Keeland Masters and try to salvage what’s left of my sanity.

My concentration is shit, though. All I can think about is his cock filling my throat and his fingers tangling in my hair and his –

A sudden knock at the back door startles me out of my daze. I stand and straighten the sash of my blue satin wrap-around dress when Keeland slides the door open and sticks his head inside.

“Hey, do you like English muffins? I made you a breakfast sandwich.” He kicks off his shoes and saunters into the kitchen, holding a ball of bacon-scented aluminum foil out to me. “Gotta keep your energy up if we’re gonna keep fucking like we did last night.” He winks brashly.

I’m blushing hard and my heart feels all fluttery. I snatch the sandwich out of his hand. “Keeland, you can’t just show up here every time you get a hard-on. I’m not some kind of – ”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he holds his hands out defensively in front of him. “Don’t get all weird on me, Sammie. The sandwich is just a neighborly gesture. I’m actually here on business.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really?”

He walks past me and sits on the lip of the table. “Yes. Really.” That’s when I notice that he’s carrying a manila envelope under his arm.

“What’s that?” I ask, dropping into a chair.

“Maxwell had this couriered to me this morning. There’s someone interested in buying Master Ink from me. I’ve got lawyers in California looking over the legal terms of the offer, but I wanted your opinion on the asking price. I think it’s pretty generous but I wanted to double-check with you.” He slides the envelope across the table to me.

I place the envelope on top of the box of receipts. “Okay, no problem. But, I won’t be able to give an opinion on the offer till I’m through with the bookkeeping,” I tell him. “And I’m nowhere near done.” I stand to walk him out.

I can’t spend the day chitchatting with Keeland. I’ve got work to do. And besides, I know very well that, with him, a few minutes of innocent chitchat can easily turn into naked bodies grinding each other into the linoleum floor.

“Yeah. Fine.” He eases off of the table, about to leave, but he pauses at the door. Seriousness settles on his brow. “Are you gonna do this whole guilt-trip thing every time we fuck?”

“What guilt-trip thing?” I say, flipping my hair and trying to act casual.

He laughs. “You’re such a good girl, Sammie. I’d bet you’re terrified of Daniel finding out about us.”

He’s teasing me, taunting me. He knows me too well.

He approaches me, backing me up against the kitchen counter. “Don’t let your heavy conscience get in the way of a good time.”

He knows how to push my buttons. He knows that calling me a good girl will rile me up and make me eager to prove him wrong. His hand slips between us, sliding through the slit in my dress. There’s a war going on inside of me. My desire to prove that I’m not guilty battles against the urge to keep my distance from him.

But when he slides his fingers across the lace edge of my panties, I sag against the counter and give in. A conceited grin unfurls across his lips as his hand creeps beneath the flimsy material and across my damp core. His touch is soft and teasing and my body silently begs for more. I hum impatiently when pushes my panties aside and his fingers slip inside of me. Twisting, exploring.

My hips jerk wildly, chasing after his touch. I hear the arrogance dripping from his voice when he leans into my ear and whispers, “You love it, don’t you, Samantha? You love the way I dip my fingers into that tight, hot pussy.”

I should probably push him away and slap him across the face for talking to me like that, but his conceited words only make me wetter and more eager for him.

Now, he’s moving faster, curling his fingers to find that elusive spot that makes the whole world explode into a mess of lights and tingles and sensations. And when he finds it, oh when he finds it, it’s like the floor melts beneath my feet and an earthquake shakes inside my bones. My core contracts around his fingers and I howl in ecstasy.

He holds me by the waist, softly thrusting his semi-erection against my bare pussy as I recover from the impromptu finger-fuck. "Be honest, Sammie. Have you EVER had this much fun?"

I’m still reeling as I shake my head reluctantly.
No, I haven’t.

"So, what’s there to feel guilty about?"