Dirty Neighbor (The Dirty Suburbs) (16 page)

Chapter 35

I lean over the pool table and take aim at the orange five ball. It’s positioned to roll right into the pocket. I jab the stick into the white ball but I miss.

“Fuck,” I mumble as I lower the stick and slump against the side of the table.

Daniel chuckles. "You're making this way too easy, Masters. Are you
trying
to give me your money tonight?" He rounds the table and, as he passes behind me, he grabs my shoulders and gives them a rough shake. It's meant to be a friendly gesture but it only serves to remind me of the raw horsepower in that guy’s body.

Shit — I’m screwed.

"What's up with you, man? Your shoulders are all tense." Daniel leans over the table and prepares to take his shot.

I shrug, "Must be the mattress. That old thing’s really uncomfortable."

The mattress? Yeah right.
The truth is, it's kind of hard to relax around Daniel when I can still taste his sister on my tongue.

I just fucked her brains out in the restroom. The possibility of getting caught got me jacked up on adrenaline but I just couldn’t resist. I can
never
resist her. It’s like I have to be inside of her or else I feel unsteady.

My feelings for Sammie are starting to get out of control. At first, pursuing her was all fun and games. I enjoyed the challenge more than anything. Then, when she finally gave in, the high of finally getting to taste what I’d missed out on all those years ago became the ultimate aphrodisiac. But now, I’m starting to feel completely strung out on her. She’s freaking beautiful and smart and funny.

She also has obsessive-compulsive tendencies and she’s half-crazy.

But she’s been holding onto a piece of my heart since I was a teenager and now, every time I’m with her, that piece gets bigger and her hold gets tighter. I’m not sure what I’m doing but I know that this thing between us isn’t just physical anymore.

A tall brunette with brown skin, flirty bangs and cleavage boiling over the top of her lacy, white blouse slows to a stop next to our table. “Hey Mr. Trotten,” she says with a wide grin. Her eyes are on me.

“Hey Sanaya,” Daniel responds when he looks up and sees her.

“Having fun, tonight?” she asks.

“Sure thing.”

“Great. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, then. Have a good evening.”

She walks away, but turns back to give me a wink over her shoulder.

That's when a light bulb seems to go off in Daniel’s head. He straightens up to his full height and stares at me. “Wait — have you gotten laid since you've been in Reyfield? Have you gotten laid since you got out of
jail
?”

I take a sip of beer to drown out my guilt. “Yeah - sure,” I say with a nonchalant shrug.

Daniel doesn't seem convinced. He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Really? Who? Somebody I know?”

Um - Somebody you know very, very well.

“Uh, nah.”

“Where’d you meet her?” He sets down his cue stick and approaches me.

I gulp from my beer again. “Uh, on…the Lane.” The lie tumbles past my lips before I have the chance evaluate whether it will cause more harm than good.

“On
Thornbush
Lane?”

“Yes,” I say casually as I lean over the table and take another unsuccessful shot.

He throws back his head and roars with laughter. “Dude, aside from my sister, there are practically no single chicks on Thornbush Lane so unless you're sleeping with somebody’s grandmother or somebody's wife, then you’re flat out lying.”

My whole body runs cold when he mentions Sam’s name. But he immediately rules her out as an option because I’m his best friend, after all. I wouldn’t fuck his little sister, would I?

Worry crosses his brow. “Dude, going to jail didn’t make you all
sideways
, did it?”

Now, I’m annoyed. “No Daniel. I’m not gay.”

“Phew!” he says, drawing the back of his hand across his forehead. Then a wary look comes over his face. He throws up his hands in surrender and speaks quickly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

I give him a pointed look. “Daniel! Not gay!”

“Okay, so let me hook you up with Sanaya. She’s an administrative assistant at my firm. She’s smart, confident, funny. Plus, her parents are Indian so she has that whole exotic thing going for her.”

I glance over at Sanaya who’s sitting at a table near the flat screens grinning at me like she’d like to have me with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy. She’s very attractive but I already have my eyes – and heart – set on someone else. “Daniel — relax, would you? Have I ever needed your help with the ladies?”

But Daniel isn’t ready to give up yet. “Come on! What happened to good old Master Kee? The ladies man?”

“He grew the fuck up and learned that most women aren’t worthy of my trust.”

Right as Daniel’s persistence is about to intensify, Gracie, Faith and Sammie come strutting up to our table and thank god because I am so ready for this conversation to be over.

“How are you girls doing?” Daniel asks, turning his attention to them.

“Ready to leave,” Gracie announces dryly. I chuckle on the inside. It’s just like Daniel to try and fix the problems he perceives in
my
love life when half the time, his wife looks like she wants to stab him with an icepick.

Daniel turns away and rolls his eyes discretely before looking at me. “Hey man, me and Gracie drove here together. Do you mind giving Sammie and Faith a ride home so we don’t have to drive all the way across town to drop them off?”

“Nah. Not at all.” Sammie got her car back two days ago but people in this town seem to like carpooling, for some reason.

We say quick goodbyes and Sammie and Faith follow me out to the parking lot. We make small talk as we drive from Flynn and Murray’s to Faith’s apartment. But as soon as Sammie and I are finally alone in my truck, her hand settles on my knee.

I give her a sidelong glance. She’s still hiding her tattoo. Under her leather jacket, she’s wearing a little black turtleneck with a dark green skirt and black thigh-high boots that make her toned legs look a mile long. All that yoga and whatnot has her in incredible shape. Her shoulder-length hair is in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and her chocolate-brown irises are full of mischief.

She grins slyly as her hand moves up my thigh and cups my balls.

“What are you thinking, babe?” I ask, my voice already thickening as my cock springs to life.

She momentarily seems a little taken aback by the term of endearment but soon enough, she says, “I want to try something new tonight. Something I’ve never tried before.” Her eyes glint wickedly.

Just as my guilt was starting to get the best of me. Just as I was starting to wonder if I should keep my hands off of my best friend’s little sister, she goes and says something like that. Damn — it’s music to my Neanderthal brain and now, when I look down at the steering wheel, I imagine Sammie’s ass bent over the dashboard just begging me to show her the wilder side of life.

I leave tire marks in my wake as I swerve onto Thornbush Lane and pull into my driveway. Sammie hops out of the truck and races up to my front door, laughing all the way.

I’m right behind her, shoving the door open and pushing her up against the wall. She grabs me by the collar and pulls me close. My hand cups the back of her head and I pull her face towards me, stealing her lips into my mouth. The kiss is fire. It’s lightening. Every part of me roars with life, utterly ignited by this woman. Her groan fills the charged air around us as her body sags, knees weak.

She shrugs out of her jacket before shoving my sweater off of my shoulders and sliding my t-shirt up over my chest. Pulling away to yank my shirt over my head is almost painful. I kick off my shoes then scoop her up into my arms and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs.

I drop her into the middle of my bed and she pulls me down on top of her, undoing my fly and shoving my pants down to my knees while we kiss the fuck out of each other. I pull off her boots one by one, then I pull her skirt and panties down her legs. I push her top and her bra up over her breasts, too impatient to actually take them off. I kiss down the center of her chest, right in between her perfect, round globes. Her back arches up off of the bed.

“My nipples…” she moans.

I smile wickedly against her skin. “What about them?”

She purrs. “Lick them. Kiss them.”

“Fuck yeah!” I grumble as I suck one small pink point between my lips. I flick my tongue back and forth across the tip as my hand parts her thighs and strokes the wet heat at her core.

She squirms beneath me, thrusting her hips against my hand. “Mmm. Yeah.”

I slide a finger into her wetness. She’s so slick. So tight. My cock is throbbing, aching to feel that silkiness wrap around me. I dip a second finger into her and I press my lips against her ears. “So, you want something new tonight?”

Eyes closed, she nods against the pillow. Goosebumps spread across her tense skin.

“What do you want?” I tease, pressing the crown of my cock against her opening.

I stroke my free hand down the side of her face. A light sweat mists her skin. She’s panting now. “Whatever. You. Want.”

“
Whatever
I
want?”

She nods. She’s so eager that she’s crying. A single tear is literally streaking down her cheek. “Whatever you want, Keeland,” she breathes.

Fuck. This woman is a grenade, vulnerable and dangerous in my hands, both at the same time. She’s going to make me do something stupid tonight. I know it.

I push my cock harder against her slit, just enough that it penetrates her walls ever-so-slightly. “What if I want this? Just like this?”

“Take it,” she sighs thrusting her hips hard, her pussy jolting forward and swallowing up the head of my cock.

“Aaahhhh…” we moan in unison, both shocked by the intensity of the skin-to-skin contact.

I feel like I’m drunk, like I’ll drown in the heat and the wetness she’s smothering me with. “Sammie…do you…do you know what you’re doing?” I grunt, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“I’m the only person you’ve had sex with in the past three years?” she pants.

Without hesitation, I give her the confirmation she’s looking for. “Yes.”

She jerks her hips again and I have to bury my head in her neck to keep from shouting. “I’m clean,” she whispers. “And I’m on the pill.” Her hands cup my ass and she wraps her legs around my back.