Hot Bastard Next Door: A Boy Next Door, Second Chance Romance

by Rye Hart

CHAPTER FIVE - DUNCAN

  So much for my week. It had started off just fine, but after canceling the date with the blonde, which I’d only set up hours before seeing Rachel, things quickly begin to turn to a shitty direction.

  Not that I cared about missing out on the date, but now I had to figure out how to get Rachel to give me the time of day. At least I’d have the duration of my new contract to try and make that happen, but I’d seen that look of determination in her eyes she’d shot at me, and I couldn’t blame her.

  I had been home for an hour, contemplating my next move and trying to get my laundry sorted from the cleaners. I still had to have my clothes perfectly pressed and kept my townhouse apartment tidy. It was instilled in me to the bone like many other things, so after my shirts and jeans were all hung up in the closet, I decided to call my sister again.

  She answered the phone with a hesitant tone. “Hello.” She’d never answered the phone so formally for me in her life like she knew the scolding she was due, or worse like I was our father. I got a pang of guilt and decided to take it easy on her.

  “You should have warned me.” I kept my tone level and soft.

  “I know. You’re absolutely right to hate me right now, but I didn’t see it backfiring.” She let loose a long breath as if she’d been holding it since we last spoke.

  “I don’t hate you, but I am a little pissed you didn’t tell me sooner that she was in this area and single. You could have asked me if I wanted to meet up and shit, Shauna, think of how this made Rachel feel. I broke up with her like a coward, and if today is any indication of her feelings for me, then I’d say you’re wasting your time.”

  “No, I don’t think I am. I’m not sorry I got the two of you in the same room. I’m only sorry that I was a sneaky about it. She still loves you. I know she does.”

  “Yeah, well she’s got a hell of a way of showing it. Those lasers of death in her pretty green eyes today told me differently.” She’d always had the brightest green eyes, like a new spring leaf, with tiny flecks of gold, but that gold had turned molten with anger.

  “She was just shocked to see you. She asks about you all the time, she’s never dated anyone steady, Duncan, and I mean, like no more than one date. And according to her, well, she’s never even been with a man. I can’t help but think that all this time, she’s been waiting for you.”

  “You don’t know that. I could have just turned her off men completely.” I wondered if she truly was a virgin or if any of those one-nighters had been fruitful. Even after all these years, the thought of another man’s hands on her made my gut clench.

  “Yes, you screwed things up between you guys, but you have another chance now. Make it count. You can’t tell me that you don’t want her, that you don’t still love her.”

  “It’s been years, Shauna. Look at us. I’m not with her because I didn’t want her wasting her life waiting on me. Not to mention, her father had a lot to do with it. So, unless he’s dead, there’s still that obstacle.”

  “He’s alive and kicking, but he’s accepting that he can’t control Rachel’s life. Aren’t you surprised you didn’t find her in a courtroom somewhere? She’s made her life her own. She told me that you wanted her to follow her dreams. She’s done that, and now the only thing missing is you. Make it right, Duncan.”

  “Maybe she’s still better off without me. I have to go sis. I’ve got a banging headache. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ended the call and lay back on the bed with the phone resting on my chest. I’d let her go when I hadn’t really wanted to. I’d let her father convince me that her waiting was the worst thing she could do and though I agreed, that she shouldn’t sit around pining for me, I’d longed for her to wait for me. I remember all the years I’d sat around wondering who she was loving. If it had been one of the local guys, or perhaps some guy she met in college. It was a relief knowing that no one else had touched her like I had. Or was Shauna misinformed?

  Growing up, I took me a little while to finally notice Rachel as more than the nerdy girl next door, and sister’s best friend. Though, I’d always known she had the biggest crush on me. Right around her sixteenth birthday, she blossomed into a beautiful and sexy woman before my eyes. I was in awe of her striking bright green eyes, which could see right through me. She knew I wanted her the way she wanted me. Her curves had all the boys at school wanting a piece of her pie, and I made sure they knew not to make any attempt at even talking to her, much less ask her out on a date. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to. She’d always had that power over the opposite sex.

  Our houses were situated directly across from each other, which mean I had the perfect view to her bedroom window. I grew to enjoy the naughty peep shows she’d give me after she finished her evening showers. It saved me the expense of porn magazines for damn sure. I often had to relieve myself of the tension building up, so I wouldn’t walk around with a hard on every time I ran into her. I grow hard to this day when I think of her naked wet skin being toweled off under the dime lighting in her bedroom.

  Once we started dating, we were inseparable. Things started to heat up quickly between us. Being an early bloomer in the sex department, I’d already lost my virginity and had my share of girls, but no one made me feel the way Rachel did.

  I hadn’t gone all the way with her. I was content to let her keep her flower intact, to respect the fact that she was so young and not yet ready. My worst fear had been getting her pregnant, and so we’d almost everything in the book aside from going all the way.

  I hardened thinking about those times, those long, hot kisses, her soft tongue darting against mine, tasting like fruit gum. I still remembered her perfume, that soft, flowery scent like honeysuckle, the salt of her skin as I kissed down her neck. There was only one thing I enjoyed tasting more than her mouth and that was the sweet folds of her sweet wet pussy, as I gave her the best orgasms she’d ever experience.

  I tugged down my shorts, gripped my cock, and thought of the first night she’d let me touch her. Her breasts, those perfect swells, just barely a handful, and their tight little rosy tips, how she’d let me kiss them. I was as gentle with her as I could be, the urgency of wanting to be inside of her nearly drowning my good sense. It was all I could do not to let her put her mouth on my cock, even when she offered to.

  Instead, I had rubbed her soft mound, the barely-there tuft of blonde that covered it had been as soft as a kitten and as I remembered the way she purred rubbing against me, her mouth never leaving mine. I’d never wanted anyone more since.

  She’d grown up and filled out a bit more, just like I always knew she would, beautifully. I pictured myself kissing her. It’s what I should have done when she ran into me. I should have grabbed her and kissed her. She would have had something to be mad about then. I chuckled and stroked my cock as a tiny tear formed at the tip. I dragged my thumb across it and spread it around as I worked my hand down my shaft.

  I used my other hand to tug my sac, to massage my balls, kneading them. It felt good to work them over, sweat beading on my brow. I rose from the bed, still stroking, as I went to the shower.

  After setting the temperature of the spray, I stepped in, still holding my cock and lathered it up, imagining my hand against her soft little mound. I wanted to taste her, to lick that nectar from her little slit and let it melt on my tongue. I wondered how tight she’d be and imagined my cock sliding in, and how I’d break her apart. The sound of her little purring moans, how they were almost a whimper, her quiet little voice begging me for more, knowing she would only go so far.

  She’d shuddered beneath me as her pleasure overtook her, as I’d rubbed her slick juices all around her little clit. I remember her eyes widening as I tasted her, the heat rising to her cheeks and staining them with blush. I’d kissed her after, and she’d moaned then too as if to tell me she tasted herself.

  I imagined if I had only gone further. If I’d given her my cock. I would have rubbed it all around that little, wet hole, coating my tip
in her nectar and spread it all around before I buried it deep inside her tenderness. I’d have rutted deeper with each thrust, every single grind until I shot my load deep inside that tight little channel. I wanted to come inside her and fill her up only so I could pound it in.

  My release shot out against the tile and was quickly rinsed down the drain. As I sank back against the shower wall, I knew I had to have her. The thought that anyone else might take her sent a growl of frustration through me.

  I did love her, I’d always loved her, and she was mine. I’d been a fool to let her go and now had to make it right.

  I finished watching up and hurried out of the shower – not bothering to even dry off as I went to my phone and called Shauna.

  She picked up the phone and before she could even finish saying hello I blurted, “What’s her number?”

  CHAPTER SIX - RACHEL

  My bath water was warm, the bubbles were high, and my wine was chilled to perfection. It would have been the perfect relaxing moment had I not been thinking of the day’s blind side. I loved Shauna, but I couldn’t believe she’d done it. We’d made a pact, and I understood that he was her brother, but that shouldn’t give her the pass to interfere. If I’d known he was living so close, that he hadn’t gone back into the military like I’d assumed after their mother’s death, then I would have maybe asked her more about him, maybe even asked for his number so I could finally tell the bastard how much he’d hurt me, and demand a real explanation. And if I hadn’t, it would have been my choice.

  Duncan and I had known each other for years, but he’d always mostly hung around the other older boys in the neighborhood and didn’t have much time for Shauna, his baby sister, and me. He was three years older, which was a lot at the time. To me he was always an unobtainable crush that’d I’d have to keep a secret to myself, as best I could.

  When we were about eleven and Duncan was fourteen and had his first girlfriend, I really started noticing him in a different way. I’d wanted to be like those older girls, not only because their bodies were more developed, but because he was interested in them. I remember seeing Duncan around his house wearing nothing but sweats, and how he’d come in one day from seeing his girlfriend down the block. He was sweaty, his face flushed, and he had a raging hard on that was pitching out the front of his joggers. I had noticed immediately, and he caught me staring and gave me a devilish little grin. I felt the heat stain my cheeks, but later I noticed something else. I noticed that he started treating me differently.

  He didn’t push me away like an extension of his little sister. Instead, he tried to strike up a conversation with me as if what I’d seen that day brought us to a whole different level. Not that he would ever touch me or kiss me, no, I was far too young, but it was like there was a special secret between the two of us; an understanding. And I didn’t stop noticing him from that day on.

  It was painful watching him with the line of other, older girls. They were like cattle in a revolving stall, and when he started playing sports, it only got worse. He was one of the most popular boys in school and somehow, at the end of my freshman year, things changed.

  One day Duncan decided that I was old enough and interesting enough to garner his attention. At night, he’d peek through his window into my bedroom. At first, I found it a little intimidating, afraid I’d somehow screw things up and he’d realize I wasn’t as special as the other girls, but the intensity of our attraction only grew stronger by the day. I relished and even looked forward to our private peep shows, where I gave him his eyeful. I made up my mind that I was playing for keeps; no more random hook ups with other girls. No, I wanted him to himself.

  I’d made up my mind that I’d go all the way with him one day. My father had not been happy. When we’d first started dating, he’d had a fit. He didn’t like the idea of me being with someone older and more experienced in the ways of teenage lust. I’d convinced Daddy it was okay and that Duncan was respectable. I also assured him that with Duncan right next door, he could keep a close eye on him.

  After that, my father did keep a much closer eye, and he stopped letting me spend the night with Shauna. Fortunately for me, my father hadn’t figured out I was really hanging out with Duncan during the sleepovers, until the summer was already over.

  It wasn’t like anything had happened with his sister around. We’d stay up late watching movies with Shauna and crash on the living room floor like always, except for the nights Shauna worked and we had time all to ourselves. Boy did we take full advantage of those blissful nights. Much to my disappointment, we never went all the way, but that didn’t stop us from having fun. With Duncan, I discovered a sexual part of me I’d never even known existed. Being around him was completely intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough.

  I was falling hard and deep wanted him in every way. I pictured us living together as a married couple with three beautiful children in our perfect little home with a white picket fence.

  While Shauna was supportive of us dating, she’d warned me that her brother was a heartbreaker. I should have listened. By the end of my sophomore year, he ended things abruptly, harshly, and over a goddamned text, and I wished I’d paid attention to her warnings.

  My insides burned at the thought, my gut twisting in agony as if it were the very day it had happened. I took a deep breath realizing tears were streaming down my face. I quickly dried them and wondered if I’d wasted my whole life on him.

  I’d only ever dated a few men since and that was in hopes that something would blossom and they’d replace Duncan, but it was impossible. There was no replacing the void Duncan left behind.

  Maybe it was because my only sexual experience had been with him and we had never gone all the way. My expectations for my first time were so high, I had a hard time being intimate with other men. Those few times I’d let someone touch me, hadn’t compared to the way I’d felt with Duncan, not even a damn fragment of it. He’d given me my first orgasm and managed to extend it to what felt like an eternity, with the skill of his tongue. He was too afraid to go all the way. He said I wasn’t ready and he was worried he’d get me pregnant because once he got going, he’d be unable to stop. He had several opportunities, but he remained firm at his decision. It had been heaven with him, knowing- well thinking- that he’d loved me so much.

  And then, in a blink, it was over.

  The phone on the side of the tub vibrated and gave me a startle. I looked at the screen but didn’t recognize the number. I almost didn’t pick it up but decided I better. It could be someone from work. “Hello?”

  “Rachel don’t hang up. I want to talk.” The voice was desperate, and though it was much rougher than I remembered, I’d know it from anywhere.

  “I’m in the tub.” I don’t know why I said that, it wasn’t as if it made a difference and my cheeks flared as if he could actually see me naked.

  “I can call back if you’d like, but I’d like to talk things over.” He sounded out of breath, and I wondered if it took him much courage to call or if he was used to this sort of thing. No doubt he’d had many other women and much more experience than me.

  “No, it’s fine.” I kept my tone indifferent and settled back in the tub, heating my water a bit from the tap which I left running at a trickle. “Though I’m not sure what there is to say, we’re strangers who shared a past.”

  “That’s not true. I’ve missed you, and I want to take you to lunch tomorrow. I know my sister set us both up and I got on her about it. She should have talked to us both first, but I’m not sorry that she did what I’ve been too afraid to do all these years.”

  Hearing those words had my heart soaring, but I knew it wouldn’t all be that easy. He had repairing to do, and I wasn’t sure he was really up for the task.

  “You’re the one who broke things off in a text message. Our undoing was your fault, not mine.” I reached up and shut off the trickle of water and laid back so fast that the water swelled up over my breasts. Seeing the water splash ou
t over the side of the tub made me realize my tone had been a bit harsh.

  “You don’t think I know that? I was trying to protect you. I alway had a hard time with us having a long term relationship and my decision to join the military. Your father made it perfectly clear that he wanted us to end things before I left. He opened my eyes to the reality of our relationship and at the time I was grateful, because I was too stubborn to admit it to myself before. With me out of the picture you had a real chance to do great things in life. I couldn’t let you just ruin your life waiting around for me. You had talent and a bright future. I wasn’t worth you throwing that down the drain.”

  “My father was there to console me when you gutted me and left him with the pieces. He said he didn’t understand it any more than I did, so I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but it’s a little low bringing my father into this!” I said, my voice raising angrily.

  “If you don’t believe me, call him and ask him. And while we’re on the subject of parents, why didn’t you come to my mother’s funeral? She loved you like a daughter, and you weren’t there for Shauna or me.”

  I’d been unable to attend because I was overseas at the time for work, but I had a feeling he thought it was because of him. Maybe it had been. The thought of seeing him there terrified me and work had been a welcome excuse.

  “I was oveseas. I hated missing it, but I had no choice. I loved your mother.” My voice broke, but I caught myself. I wasn’t going to let him make me cry again.

  Fuck! Never again.

  After a moment, he spoke. “I thought I was doing you a favor, Rachel. That if I left and things didn’t work out I’d only be prolonging your pain. Let’s stop fighting and try to mend things, please. Have lunch with me.”

  “Fine. But just lunch.” I hung up before he could say more and saved his phone number in the contacts.

  Then I decided to give my father a call and ask him about what Duncan said.