Loving My Neighbor (2 page)

“Um…actually, I have to go.”

Before I can stop her, she rushes back to her white MKX. Fuck me, my bunny is my new neighbor. Now I regret not looking at their place every time I passed it by. I would chase after her, but it’s a little more than a few weeks before Christmas and about three feet of snow fell two days ago. At least, I know where to find her. I’d go to bed early, but I’m too excited to sleep, like a kid anxious for Christmas morning. I’m almost jumping up and down with excitement, but before I head to the sofa, I need to call Ernie. I want all the details she can give me on the family living down the hill and who the fuck the man is that came here the other day.

“Ernie, my dear,” I say charmingly into the phone.

“This is John.” My eyes open wide. My Uncle John’s answering my housekeeper’s phone.

“Well, well, well. So that’s how it is?” A big-ass grin and laugh coat my question. 

“Yes, it is Junior. You know damn well she hates when you call her that.” Secretly, I think she loves it.

“How long has this been going on?” I ask. They met when I first moved in, but they were at each other’s throats.                            

“None of your business, boy. Just know that you’re going to have to find another housekeeper or a maid.”

“Congrats, Uncle. Just so you know I might not have a need for a maid, but a wife is a different story,” I remark, feeling overly cheerful.

“Well, have at it, man!” He laughed happily on the other end.

“I would if you’d pass the phone to Ernestine.”

“If that’s what it takes then…fine.”

He hands the phone over to Ernie who asks, “So what do you want, Bert?”

“Who lives with my new neighbor?”

“His wife and kids.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. That bastard has what should be mine.

“Thank you, Ernestine.” I hit the end button because I can’t believe that she’s married. Collapsing on the sofa, I lay there lost in thought. Jealousy and pain enter into my heart. “I can’t believe that this is happening,” I moan out to myself and the empty house. My feelings are a waste. I get up and grab a bottle of Vodka, pop it open and drink straight. Drinking isn’t something I do. I usually keep liquor around for poker night, but I just can’t deal with the news that she belongs to someone else. I don’t understand the emotions I am having for a stranger. I call my assistant and tell her that I won’t be in tomorrow morning and will be working from home. It’s a first for me, but I won’t be able to handle the massive hangover I intend to have and work all day with people when I feel like shit, especially my assistant.

I lost a day, and I know it’s because I drank enough to kill a horse. It didn’t help get her out of my head, but I have to move on. I forgot to tell Duke to cancel the search, but I’ll get on that later in the office. I’m driving on the same stretch of road on the way to work, and unfortunately, I’m stuck in traffic that happens to be right before the intersection where I saw her for the first time. Every time I see a white SUV, I have to look. It’s never her, but even though I know it’s a lost cause I still look, and to my right, across the street is a white MKX. There she is. She’s carrying groceries in both hands. Suddenly, I’m glad that her SUV doesn’t come with a foot-activated liftgate.

Just as I’m about to jump out of my truck, Bobby Cole goes to assist her. He’s the local deputy sheriff, but that’s all I really know about him because I don’t know shit about most of the townspeople.

I snarl to myself, jealousy filling me up as he opens the hatch. It’s an emotion that has become the norm the last few days and I’m not happy or comfortable with it. She’s married, and I’ve got more feelings for her than I had for my parents or my uncle. It’s beyond nuts, so I’m going to ignore it. Lowering my window, I don’t stop staring at her. If anyone else is around and sees me, I probably look like a stalker, but fuck it, I can’t tear my eyes away.

She smiles up at Bobby, and I want to go over there and beat his ass. Her smile immediately catches my dick’s attention, and he needs to make an introduction. He hasn’t shown interest in pussy for so long I can’t even remember. Knowing it’s wrong doesn’t seem to dissuade me.

I know if I stop at the store I’ll be late, something I haven’t been in almost six years, but I’m willing to do it just to meet her. She’s perfect and I hate the man that she’s married to, for no other reason than she belongs to him. Even thinking those thoughts infuriates me. I want her to be mine and that scares me. Am I willing to break up a family just to possess her? What kind of man have I become?

I step out of my truck just as she moves back so Bobby can close the hatch of the SUV for her. I get close enough to hear her say, “Thanks, Bobby.” Her voice travels from my ears straight to my groin. If it weren't for my coat and suit, everyone would know that the cold had shit on the sexy blonde in front of me. My face is probably expressing the intense rage I’m feeling at his attention to her.

“Hello, Mr. Davenport,” says Bobby. He gives me a subtle smirk as he glances at my unavailable woman. Yes, I’ve claimed her as mine in my head, but I understand that’s all it will be. My face changes as I turn to her, her eyes are an icy blue and I’m owned. “This is your new neighbor, Lily Mason.”

Lily,
I say to myself, letting her name wash over me. Fuck, it is zero degrees out, and I’m about to come just from hearing her name. What kind of shit is that? She looks like a little cherub with her wavy blonde hair that is up in a sloppy ponytail and her cold-flushed, round face with her bright smile. My eyes trail down her body, taking inventory. She may be short, but what she lacks in height she makes up everywhere else. Even with a big coat that goes just to her ass, I can still make out her round breasts that press against its opening— ready to break free. I can feel my mouth start to salivate. I pull myself together and make sure she knows my name. I want her to be thinking about me and calling my name out in her dreams or when she’s satisfying herself.

“Lily, it’s a pleasure. I’m Trent.” Taking off my gloves, I stick out my hand to shake hers. Of course, I remove them because I want a reason to touch her bare skin. I immediately notice that she isn’t wearing a wedding ring and hope fills me. Maybe Ernie was wrong.

She steps forward, tentatively; I don’t know if it’s because of the heavy snow on the ground or that I make her nervous. There isn’t much distance to cross, but it seems like forever before she’s inches from me. Just as she’s about to put her hand out to meet mine, she slips on the icy snow and lands hard against me. Her breast hits my stiff erection that’s being held back by my belt buckle. My body is racked with pleasure and pain as my dick demands satisfaction. I right her quickly, only because I’m a step from coming and even with many layers between us, she sets my body burning.

Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, but I can still see that she blushed with embarrassment. It may have been a long time, but I still know when a woman’s attracted to me, and my bunny is attracted. I try to think about the cold ravaging my body. Then maybe, I’ll feel the frigid air and it could relate it to my dick before I have to go home and change my clothes, making me even later for my morning meeting. I can see that the longer I look at her, the more unsettled she becomes, and I enjoy it. She’s doing a number on me and hasn’t even said a word.

“Excuse me. I’m sorry,” she says as she tries to regain her dignity. Fuck. Her voice is going to get her nailed soon. After I get home from work, I have every intention of getting a formal introduction. Then I remind myself that it’s all just a fantasy; she’s married.

“You can fall on me anytime.” The words blurt out before I can stop myself. She smiles but tucks her head into the collar of her coat. I unjustly glare at the garment that obstructs my view of this gorgeous creature. She’s a tiny, perfect package that I plan on unwrapping later. Damn it, I’ve got to remember she’s married, but without a ring, I wonder if she likes to play with other boys.

“I have to go. My father is waiting for me to get back home.” She gives me a sheepish half-smile and walks right passed me and into her SUV. I let her go because I am at a loss for words. She’s not married. Ernestine said that he lives there with his wife and kids. I didn’t expect her to be one of the kids. I have no idea how old she is, but I am going to find out.
She lives with her father
. Relief is flooding my body. Fuck, I hope she’s legal. I’ll wait for her if she isn’t because I know she can’t be that young. I’ll give her a year under legal at the most.

Bobby, the young fuck chuckles. I turn and give him a look that should have him running, but he just says with a laugh, “She’s twenty-one. Good luck, man. She’s caught the attention of every available man that has seen her today. Her father is some hotshot from Phoenix and that’s why I lent her a hand. She was approached by Devin, Colt, Joe, and Elijah.”

“She’s mine,” I growl. Staking my claim was inevitable. Showing my hand too soon is never the way I do business so I can’t believe I’ve given away my position. It doesn’t matter anyway; those guys need to know Lily is off limits.

“Understood, Mr. Davenport.” He continues to chuckle to himself as he walks back to his squad car and I head back to my truck. She’s gone, so there’s no reason for me to go in there. The road has been cleared since we were talking, now I have to hustle my ass to make it to work on time.

Lily is on my mind the entire drive in. Pulling into my parking space, I see my assistant with her eyes wide, staring at me like she was afraid I wasn’t going to come in. After taking off yesterday, I’m sure if I didn’t show up today, she’d be at my door with chicken noodle soup or some shit.

“Calm down, Dana. I’m human. I can be late.” I walk past her because she’s staring at me like she always does; hungry and thirsty for my dick. I’ve been tempted to fire her over the past year, but she does work hard for me. I know it’s because she thinks I’m going to fall for her, but it isn’t going to happen. She’s a cute woman about my age, but I’ve no patience for her constant platitudes. Especially now that I’ve found my snow bunny.

I sit at my desk as my employees start rambling off ideas and potential opportunities, but all I can think about is my little white Lily. Her face was flushed from the cold, but I can’t wait to make her flush after I fuck her. I’m not paying any attention to the men in front of me as I trail off into a fantasy about her showing up at my front door in the cold winter night needing to borrow something. As any good neighbor would do, I invite her in to stay warm while I get what she needs. Then I keep her in my house like Beast does to Belle. I’ve even got a library for her enjoyment should she be anything like the tale. I will have her.

Before I can delve into my fantasy of having her at my disposal, Kenneth interrupts, “So do you think that’ll work?”

“Listen, leave me your report and I’ll look into it later. I’ve got a damn headache ripping through me and it’s throwing my concentration off. I’m calling it a day.” They all look at me in shock, but I raise my brows letting them know not to even question me at all. I’d never taken a day off in the past since I inherited the company from my distance uncle five years ago, so I understand their concern. Come hell or high water, I was there, working through colds and everything.

Focusing on work has kept me from becoming like my parents— junkies. I know I’m turning into my uncle, an old curmudgeon. I’ve spent the past decade worrying about not being able to balance my life. I had just turned twenty-one when I went out for my birthday and got so smashed that I was arrested for public intoxication. After that, I promised myself that I wouldn’t drink like that again. So all partying stopped. Temptation can ruin a man, and I know that Lily may be my ruin. Yet I’m ready to take that chance.

My uncle seems more alive now than he did when I met him. We hadn’t been introduced until I was twenty-two. I was a carpenter by trade when I was asked to come to this mansion and fix some leaky pipes. Living in the next town over, it had been no big deal. The first time I met John Davenport, I didn’t know who he was. My parents never mentioned him because they’d had a fallout well before I was born, and they died before it could be fixed. Likewise, he hadn’t known about me. It was then that we realized we were related. He couldn’t believe that my parents had refused to tell him about me. He’s really a great guy. He worked hard before he decided to take an early retirement.

Once the shock that I had an uncle and he had a nephew wore off, things just fell into place. He’d spent his life working, so he never had kids and didn’t find a woman he wanted to marry. Even though I’m a grown man, he treats me like I’m his son. Opening his home and giving me an opportunity in his company was just the start of a new life for all of us. It’s because of him that I am who I am today.

“I hope you feel better, boss,” Dana purrs. My head aches alright, just not the one on my shoulders. I don’t stand while they file out of my office because my dick is making a massive bulge in my dress pants. I know Dana wouldn’t mind seeing it, but this shit isn’t for her. It’s all for my Lily, who’s going to get all of it as soon as I can get her alone in my house. It’s been a long time, but I still know how to fuck. Lily and I are going to be fucking amazing together. I just know it.

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It’s only ten in the morning, yet I’m calling it a day. I can’t concentrate on anything, and as an investor, concentration is essential. Maybe after I dick her out of my system, I’ll be able to get back on track. Somehow, though, I feel like it may not be possible. I’ve never wanted pussy this bad, not even when I was a teenager and my hormones were off the charts.

Since I keep to myself, I’m certain my reaction will be the talk of the town. Although I haven’t had neighbors the entire time since moving in three years ago, I can’t wait to be neighborly. I know that I’m going to have to pass her place before getting to mine, so I decide to stop. Seeing her is now my mission. We didn’t really get to speak to each other last time, but it is going to happen today.

I drive up to their property just as another vehicle leaves the residence and passes me by. In the car, it looks like a man, woman, and some kids in the back. Maybe my bunny has siblings; she didn’t divulge that much before she ran off on me.

I park my truck behind a large Spruce. Wanting to stop in, but trying not to look like a stalker, I sit there thinking of a legitimate excuse for my sudden arrival, but I’ve got nothing. I’m about to drive off when she comes out of the house and goes to her SUV. She doesn’t notice my truck, so she grabs what she needs and starts to walk back to the house. She’s not five feet from her front door when a large boom rips through the house and it explodes, sending my bunny flying. I jump out of my truck and run to her.

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I can’t believe my dad sent me out here to knock on our supposedly rude neighbor’s door. I don’t want to deal with the old bastard and his attitude. If it weren't for an opportunity to get away from my wicked stepmother, I wouldn’t have come. Pulling up to the home on the hill and into his driveway, my nerves suddenly make an appearance. The snow is plowed from the drive, but everywhere else is covered. I’m forced to knock on the door because even though this place is a mansion, I can’t find the dang doorbell. The place reminds me of the Beast’s home in Beauty and the Beast. It’s large, dark and very uninviting, yet I must be here. It’s freaking freezing out here. I’m about to walk away, but I know that it’s important to my father.

Just as I attempt to knock again, the door opens. I’m expecting the furniture to be at the entrance, but I nearly faint at the sight before me. He is most definitely not furniture, but more a wall of a man who happens to be standing in the doorway with no clothes on. Well, if you consider the towel he has around his waist, I suppose he’s covered. My eyes avoid looking down because I’m already blushing. All of the sudden, I don’t feel cold. I look him in the eyes, my body heating up to my melting point and I’m almost a puddle at his bare feet. His face is perfection; chiseled, clean-shaven, and a true work of art. The scent emanating from him hits me full force. I watch the way he stares at me, and it’s exhilarating. I want to run into his arms and stay. Something about him makes me feel at home, and I haven’t felt that since I lost my mother.