“I’m so sorry, is there anything that I can do?”
“I’m a huge fan of your boobs,” he says. I can hear the smile to his voice.
“And your point?” I stifle a laugh.
“I wouldn’t mind a tit shot?”
“Other than something that includes nudity flying through the streams to your phone, is there anything else?” I reply.
“When do you work next?” he asks.
“I have shifts tomorrow through Sunday.” I look up to the ceiling, recalling my calendar.
“Damn, looks like I’ll just need to come to you.”
“That sounds so horrible,” I say.
“After being back here in Hollybrooke for a few days, it’s very loud here. I never noticed it before. Mercy has it’s little interesting bits, but overall the noise level is a five when here it’s a hundred.”
“I don’t think I ever noticed the noise level, but I don’t think I was looking for it either,” I tell him. “I haven’t had many extended stays in Hollybrooke to keep track.”
“What time are you off tomorrow?”
“I have the mid-day shift; I’m done right after the dinner rush,” I say.
“Wait, I should have asked, do you mind if I come to Mercy for a few days and spend more time with you while I figure out my next move?” he asks. “I know that we just started dating, and that could be a huge inconvenience, but I really enjoy the quiet there, and hanging out with you is a bonus while I figure out my next move.”
“Well, I mean, you may be cramping my style with my other boyfriend,” I say jokingly, twirling the end of my ponytail.
“Battery operated boyfriends do not count, Deb,” he says sternly.
“Wow, Kellen will be so offended,” I reply into the receiver. Covering my mouth, my chest bounces with silent laughter at the way this conversation went.
“Please don’t tell me that you named your vibrator?”
“I mean, I need a name to call out when I climax, right?”
Upon getting off work, Darrel sat at the bar waiting for me. I place my arm across his shoulder, lean in and kiss his cheek, before I take a seat beside him.
“Hey there, pretty darlin,” he says with a country twang to his tone.
“Um, hello there, cowboy,” I say.
“I figure that you’ve got that cowgirl look.”
“And what does one do to earn this said ‘cowgirl look?’” I ask him, signaling for Miles.
“Well, you wear cowboy, err, I mean cowgirl boots, like a lot,” he says with his eyes narrowed at my boot clad feet. “And then you have those cute little cut off pants that look like a cowgirl would wear during the summer.”
“I see.”
“I like it, cowgirls are freaking hot. Do you own a hat?” he asks eagerly.
“I may,” I smile.
“Oh really?” He turns in his barstool to face me. “Can we get to your house right away?”
I shove his shoulder gently and laugh. “You’re too much. I need to eat something. While you were working on that burger, I was serving them.”
“You didn’t get a lunch?” he asks.
“Oh, I did, but I was holding Rhi’s baby the entire time and didn’t get a chance to eat,” I explain.
Rhiannon and Luke came in this afternoon for the silver senior hour dinner time, and while they ate, I played with Piper the entire time, so the new parents could eat without having to tend to their baby.
“Is that something that you want?”
“Food? Hell yes!” I reply while Miles places a coaster and my standard blonde beer in front of me.
“Can you get me Percy’s sun-dried sandwich with sweet potato tots?” I ask.
Miles writes down my order and walks it back into the kitchen. I turn my attention back to Darrel who is staring at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask.
“I wasn’t talking about food. Do you want babies?” he asks.
“I mean, sure, maybe one day, but right now, no. I want a food baby.”
“A what?”
“I want a food baby, not a real baby. I’m not equipped to have a baby just yet. I need more years of wisdom, and a lot more sleep,” I reply honestly. “What about you?”
“I think I’m good to have one or five in the next, say, ten years.”
“Five?” My eyes bulge out, and my jaw drops.
Thirteen
We walk into my apartment, and Darrel walks straight to my bedroom and drops his bag by the side of the bed that he has claimed as his.
“Deb!” he shouts from the other room.
“Yep?” I ask, getting myself some water.
“C’mere a sec?” he asks.
I set the glass down and smile as he’s sitting on the bed. I notice that he has a box of condoms close by in preparation so as to not have any mishaps like before.
“What’s up?”
“Kellen?” he asks, naming the vibrator that I mentioned on the phone last night. I can feel my face flushing at the mention.
“What about him?”
“Him? Oh man, I want to see my competition,” he says with a smile, leaning back on his hands on the bed.
“Aren’t there some things that should be kept private?” I ask, hesitating to make any movement.
“There are, but I want to make sure that I satisfy you in every way possible.”
“Are you wanting to know whether or not Kellen is bigger than you? Will this be a dick sizing thing that guys do in the locker rooms?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.
“Um, first, not all guys do that. Second, why are you talking as if Kellen is a real person?”
I bite my lower lip and give in. I walk over to the side of the bed that he’s on, take a seat beside him, and rummage through the drawer. Underneath my underwear and shoved into the back of the drawer is my trusty vibrator bag.
I pull it out and hold it out to him.
“Um, that’s a velvet bag,” he points out.
I roll my eyes and hand it to him. “If you want to know your so-called competition.”
He takes the bag, opens it, and pulls out Kellen in all his glittery, purple veiny, glory. He holds it up directly in front of him and looks at it closely. Inspecting the device as he takes in every bit of detail.
“It’s not going to tell you any secrets, if that what you’re expecting,” I say to him.
“Did you get it at a strip club?” he asks. “Do they sell those at the chicks strip clubs?”
“No, why would I have gotten a vibrator at a strip club?”
“Look at all that glitter!” he points out.
“That’s just to make it not look like an ugly dick,” I reply.
“I’m offended,” he says, clutching his free hand to his chest.
“Oh, no. You shouldn’t be. You have a beautiful dick. Like the best dick that I’ve ever seen.” I nod appreciatively. “Aside from Kellen.”
“Aw, you like my dick?” He hands me my vibrator back.
“I do. My first thought upon seeing it was: ‘nice dick,’” I say with a nonchalant shrug.
“I’m not sure how to take that,” Darrel says.
“Take it as a compliment; dicks aren’t the most attractive thing on a man’s body. Dicks are just dangly bits that are weird.”
“Weird dangly bits.” He nods.
“Dicks.”
He lunges forward, grabs me, maneuvers so he is on top and tackles me to the bed. While hovering over me, he leans in and kisses my bare shoulder and trails kisses along the path of my collarbone to up my neck.
I shiver as his lips skate across my skin, and my arms move to around him while simultaneously spreading my legs to allow room for him. Immediately, his hardness grinds against my middle.
“I can’t control myself around you. It’s impressive that I was able to for the first several times that I saw you.”
“Tell me about it,” I agree.
“I would have to pull off onto the side of the road t
o relieve myself,” he admits.
“Aw, you like me.” I smile.
“I do, I really do.”
Epilogue
Many months later
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Darrel decided that he would go back to the medic profession after being let go from Cuddle Puddle. Only, this time, he’d be working for the county and not just in Hollybrooke. I stopped using their services, not out of any sort of retaliation of them firing my man but because Darrel and I were moving into a house together between Hollybrooke and Mercy. I wouldn’t have a need for additional human contact, as I was given it on a daily basis by my man.
I still work at The Neighborhood Bar with all my best friends, but I am very part-time as I’m gearing up for my last year of school. In turn, I will have to complete some in-classroom hours at the school just outside of town, close to our new home.
The summertime in Mercy is full of activity as the town gears up for the annual county fair that we host. I’ve seen a lot of the businesses cleaning up their storefronts, preparing for out of town visitors to venture into their establishments, that it makes me smile every time I see a fresh coat of paint or new items in the windows.
Over the past few years, Mercy has been graced with quite a few new additions to its community, allowing new kinds of booths to open up and offer services at the fair.
I pull my car up beside Missy’s. I wave at her and Val standing on the sidewalk through the windshield. I grab my cowgirl hat beside me in the front seat and get out of the car.
With my hat on my head, and my boots on my feet, the girls look at me and smile.
“Ever since Darrel’s come to town, you’ve been very ‘yee-haw’,” Missy notes.
“That’s because he likes this look,” I say softly, my hand brushing against the rim of my barrel hat.
“In or out of the bedroom?” Val asks with a smile.
“Oh, you ladies, quit trying to embarrass my cowgirl, she looks beautiful in all aspects, with and without her cowgirl look,” Darrel says coming up from behind out of nowhere and sliding his arm around my shoulder.
I look around and Miles and Noah also appear at their girlfriend’s sides as if it was planned between the guys.
“What’s happening here?” I ask.
“It’s our anniversary,” Darrel replies. “I invited your friends to come out to dinner with us,”
“It’s not our anniversary,” I say, mentally thinking about when that would be in the calendar of my mind.
“Babe, it’s the anniversary of the first time that I cuddled the fuck out of you and made you mine then ruined you for all others.”
“Why wouldn’t we have our anniversary just to ourselves?” I ask. I look to my friends and smile. “No offense, guys.”
“Your friends are important to you, they’re important to me. So, I think we should incorporate them into our dinner plans for a hearty celebration. They, of course, won’t be involved in the celebrations later this evening, while you’re wearing that hat and nothing else.”
“Too much information!” Val says, holding her hands over her ears.
“Oh, like you weren’t thinking of it earlier!” Missy pulls her hands down.
“Maybe we need to try some reverse cowgirl tonight, babe?” Miles asks Missy with hope, leading her to the door of the bar.
“If you ask for that, I’m going to be thinking of Deb here, and no offense girl, but you ain’t my style.” Missy winks.
“Yee-Haw!” I reply to them, pulling my hat off my head and tipping it their way.
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Acknowledgments
I would like to sincerely thank Authors Jess Bryant and Maren Lee for cheering me on with my ridiculous idea for adding more to my 2019 release plan.
On a whim, Jess made me covers for the entire series and without her doing so, none of The Neighborhood series would be coming to fruition.
Blame her. I do!
About the Author
I am a contemporary romance author who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing has always been a passion, that was kept it under wraps, stayed on the back-burner and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until I read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’
I am originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, but living in beautiful San Diego with my little family while working during the day as a social worker in program management.
In other words, I’m a freaking superhero!
Also by Tarrah Anders
More in this series:
THE NEIGHBORHOOD SERIES
Your Neighborhood Bartender
Your Neighborhood Bastard
Your Neighborhood Vixen
Your Neighborhood Convict
Your Neighborhood Chef
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THE MELTED SERIES
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Frozen Over |
FROZE |
Freezing
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THE NIGHT MOVES SERIES
STRIPPED
| The Night Manager | Tapped
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STANDALONES
New Year, New You
The Brute
Summer Fling
CLUTCH Endgame
Change of Scenery
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