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

by Rye Hart

  Then I remembered, I had something to tell her. “Violet, listen,” I said. “Seriously, stop and listen to me for a second.”

  She sighed. “Are you going to pull away again, Sebastian? Because I can't handle this on-off bullshit,” she said. “Either we're going to be together, like two grown, consenting adults, or you need to stop leading me on.”

  There was the woman I was falling for. She was not a little girl, and gone were all thoughts of her being that little girl. She reminded me that she was a grown woman by straight telling me off. It was an important moment, one that I was glad to see had happened, to be honest.

  “No, not at all,” I said reaching for her and pulling her to my chest. Her hands gripped my cock, and momentarily, I forgot what I was going to say again. “I just want to be sure you're sure, because Jessica has threatened to out us to your family if we continued with this.”

  Violet stared up at me with wide eyes, and for a moment, I feared she would back away. But instead, she surprised me when a slow grin spread across her beautiful face.

  “Fuck Jessica,” she said. “Or rather, don't. Fuck me instead, please?”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.” I growled.

  Violet led me by the hand, out onto the deck. I was surprised, but incredibly turned on, by the fact that she was being this daring. I had to admit, I liked it; I liked it a lot.

  She removed my shirt, tossing it onto the table with what looked to be her untouched dinner. If she wasn't hungry before, I'd make sure we were going to work up an appetite. The only view of the patio came from my currently empty bungalow, so we were safe from onlookers, for the most part. Not that it mattered in that moment anyway, I didn't care and Violet didn't seem to either.

  She sat down on the hammock and pulled me toward her, kissing down my neck and chest as she wrapped her legs around me. My cock pressed against her opening, and she pulled me into her. My tip pressed past her lips and with one long thrust, I was buried inside of her. She was tighter than anyone I'd ever been with, so it still took me by surprise even after our last encounter. But I fit inside her so perfectly, and she clenched down on my cock , sending a wave of pleasure through me and making me moan her name.

  “Violet. Oh Violet.”

  Violet rocked on the hammock, with her legs wrapped around my waist, using it for momentum as we fucked right out there on the deck. The ocean breeze washed over our bodies and the waves crashed around us, only adding to the intensity of the moment. Violet wasn't quiet, not by any means. She kept calling out my name as I thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, her nails digging into my flesh.

  I held her head up so I could stare into her eyes when I felt her getting close.

  “I want to look into your eyes when you come,” I said.

  She nodded, biting her lip as I shoved my cock deep inside of her relentlessly. She was so wet and so tight as I fucked her, I thought I too might lose control. I somehow managed to keep it together, even as she writhed wildly under me, her legs tight around my waist, her pussy even tighter around my dick.

  Violet writhed and bucked wildly, but I kept moving in and out of her, trying to keep the rhythm that had driven her crazy in the first place. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she slipped me out of her pussy and looked up with a devious smile.

  “Take me from behind,” she said.

  She turned around on the hammock and bent over, shoving that magnificent ass into me. My dick rested against her ass, dripping wet from her juices and pre-cum and I watched as I buried it inside of her pussy once more.

  Violet screamed out in pleasure, gripping the hammock as I continued fucking her from behind. The view was fantastic. Her ass wiggling around on my dick, the ocean, the moon shining overhead. Everything was so perfect, it was almost surreal.

  As I felt the cum bubbling inside of me, a warmth inside of my balls, and a tightness unlike any other, I prepared myself. I could pull out. I should probably pull out because I wasn't sure if she was on any form birth control. But as I tried to pull out to shoot my load all over her perfect ass, she pushed backward, taking me back inside and it was too late.

  I exploded, a stream of cum shooting out of my cock and spilling inside of her tight pussy. I groaned as I let loose of my seed, every little but of cum spilling inside of her body. Violet fell limp on the hammock, and it took me a second to regain my composure.

  When I slipped my spent cock out of her pussy, I couldn't help but watch as my cum dripped out of her. It was such a glorious sight; one I knew I'd never grow tired of.

  Violet stood up and turned to me, smiling the biggest smile ever.

  “Oh my God. I think I love you, Sebastian,” she said, gasping for air.

  Her hair was a mess, frizzy and knotted, and she was sweaty and bright red. She looked happy and satisfied. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.

  “And I think I might love you too, Violet,” I said, surprising even myself. “I really do.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - VIOLET

  My phone lit up within minutes.

  We need to talk, Violet. Now.

  It was a text message from my mom. Sebastian and I were curled up in bed, and when I looked down at my phone, it only took me a minute to realize what was going on.

  “Oh, I think Jessica got to her,” I said, groaning, but also laughing. I looked over at Sebastian. “What should I say?”

  “Maybe tell her we'll talk when we get back from the trip?” he said. “It might be easier to break it to her in person.”

  “Break what to her?” I said. “That I'm in love with my deceased father's best friend and my current boss. Yeah, she's not going to take it well no matter when I tell her.”

  “I'm sorry,” Sebastian said, reaching out and stroking my cheek. “I didn't want to do this to you, Violet. Maybe I shouldn't have.”

  “No,” I said. “No, don't say that. I'm glad you came over here, and I'm happy we're able to be together like this. I'm going to deal with the consequences, Sebastian, whatever those may be. But this is my life and I'm going to choose the path that makes me the happiest. A little bit of blowback is worth it, for you. Trust me, it is.”

  He pulled me down so I was resting my head on his chest.

  “I sure hope so, Violet,” he said softly. “I don't want to ruin the relationship between you and your mother.”

  My mother didn't want me to date anyone, truth be told. She'd kept a tight leash on me throughout high school and even college. She had always been so worried her daughter could end up pregnant or give up on her dreams for a man. I’d repeatedly told her that was never going to happen, but she'd never trusted me. She didn't know what made me tick, and even worse, had never really tried to find out. My relationship with my mother wasn't bad, I had just always been closer to my dad.

  And now, in her mind, she probably thought she had every reason to not trust me because I was a little whore.

  “Who knows what Jessica told her,” I said. “I doubt it was anything close to the truth.”

  “My biggest concern is that she showed her the photos she took,” he said. “That's the last thing I want your mother to see. Ever.”

  I sat up and looked at Sebastian. “I guess I hadn't really thought about that,” I said. “I guess with everything going on, I somehow managed to forget she took incriminating pictures of us.”

  Sebastian sighed. “Yeah,” I said. “And no doubt, Jessica's friends in the tabloid world have them too.”

  “You didn't tell me she was going to go to the tabloids with them,” I said, looking worriedly at him. Any of those pictures could slander his good name and potentially cause trouble for his business.

  “I wasn't sure if I believed she'd actually do it. But given that she got to your mother, I guess nothing is out of bounds for her,” he said, sitting up and looking worried. “But does that make a difference?”

  I was quiet, but only to think about what my mother might have seen, and what sort of hit piece they'd run o
n Sebastian in the tabloids. I realized that my initial estimation was wrong, there was going to be more than just a little bit of blowback. I hated that Sebastian and I were getting caught up in Jessica's insanity, because we had done nothing wrong.

  “No, not at all. It's just going to make things more awkward at home,” I said, trying to laugh. “Because who wants their parents seeing them having sex, you know?”

  “Yeah, I'm sorry about that,” he said.

  He looked physically pained over it all, and I couldn't blame him. But I also didn't blame him for anything that was happening. I knew this wasn't going to be easy on him either.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about,” I said. “Your ex-girlfriend is just batshit crazy. You can't help that. I'm just sorry that you're going to be tabloid fodder for a while.”

  He shrugged. “It'll blow over soon enough,” he said. “No big deal.”

  I could tell he was uncomfortable with the spotlight getting ready to shift onto him. He was a well-known, well connected, wealthy man, and an eligible bachelor. An eligible bachelor free to do what – and who – he wanted. That was basically the extent of the material the tabloids had on him. My worry was what they were going to make up.

  “I hope so,” I said. “You don't deserve that. And you don't deserve to have such a freak trying to make your life difficult.”

  “I just need to pick a higher caliber of woman apparently,” he said with a wink.

  “I think you've already picked a better one,” I teased. “But I may be a little bit biased.”

  “Oh no,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I've managed to get the cream of the crop with this one. She's something special, that's for sure.”

  “You better be talking about me,” I said, playfully punching him.

  “Actually, I was talking about our maid,” he said. “She's really something.”

  I giggled and slapped him in the arm. “You jerk.”

  “Of course I'm talking about you,” he laughed. We kissed, and even though I had a mess to deal with back home, I was currently in paradise with the man of my dreams. I could forget about my mom for now ,and just savor what remained of this trip. Reality would hit us sooner or later, but we might as well enjoy the fantasy while it lasted.

  ***

  The rest of our trip seemed to fly by, and we both slept hard on the plane heading back home. We couldn't let that hammock and that ocean view go to waste, and of course, we had to make use of the entire bungalow, inside and out. It had been physically draining and we were both worn out.

  Not to mention, I needed to be emotionally prepared for the fallout with my mom when I got home. When we landed, Sebastian asked me if he should come over with me, but I told him it would only make it worse and that I'd handle it.

  “I'll talk to her first,” I said. “And then you can stop by later, perhaps. She's got no real choice. She's going to have to get used to us being together.”

  While I wasn't officially Sebastian's girlfriend – mainly because he hadn't asked yet – we were very much in a relationship; albeit, a complicated one.

  I had texted my mom from Bali and told her we'd talk when I got back. She tried to call me several times after that, but I kept telling her the same thing; we'd talk when I got back. Period. There was no reason for her to ruin the rest of the trip by being dramatic. I didn't need or want her hysterics. But now that I was standing on my front porch, I was dreading the backlash I'd kept pushing off. It was a bill I knew was coming due, and I had no other choice but to pay it.

  As soon as I opened the door, my mother was standing there in the foyer, glass of wine in hand, a well-practiced look of disapproval on her face.

  “Have fun in Bali?” she asked, downing the glass of wine.

  “Yes, lots of fun actually,” I said, surprised that she'd started things out so casually. I'd expected her to be breathing fire the moment my feet hit the driveway. “What's going on? You wanted to talk?”

  “Come, sit down, Violet,” she said, sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to her.

  In that moment, I could see tears in her eyes. She was going to cry. Oh God, I couldn't handle it when my mother cried.

  But I sat down beside her.

  “So, guess who I talked to while you were gone?”

  I had an idea, but I didn't say her name. “Who?”

  “Sebastian's ex-girlfriend, Jessica.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked. “She's crazy, you do know that, don't you, Mom? I mean, she's certifiable.”

  “Of course I do,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Crazier than half the people in the loony bin, if you ask me. I never did like her, but Sebastian did and that was all that mattered at the time.”

  I kept waiting. She'd talked to Jessica, so I knew there was more.

  “ Jessica said she had something to show me, which I refused to look at because it's Jessica and I have no interest in her drama,” she said and a wave of relief flooded my body. “But since I wouldn't look at the attachments she'd sent along, she told me that they were proof you and Sebastian were having a thing. Of course, I told her she was being completely ridiculous. ”

  “So, you didn't believe her?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Of course not,” mom scoffed. “You and Sebastian? He's a good man, and wouldn't do something like that.”

  I twirled a couple of strands of hair around my fingers. “What if I pursued him, mom?”

  “He'd still say no,” she said, shaking her head. “He and your father were too close for him to be involved with you. You're like a daughter to him, Violet.”

  For some reason, hearing my mom deny everything like she was doing made it all the worse. She was so sincere in her belief that we'd never get together and yet, I had to tell her. There was no way I could keep my relationship with Sebastian secret from her. Not for very long anyway. She'd eventually find out.

  And besides, if it was true that Sebastian and I were in love, it was only a matter of time before we became official. I couldn't hide something like that from my mother.

  “Mom, I have something to tell you,” I said quietly, staring down at my hands. “Jessica wasn't lying. Sebastian and I are actually together and we're in love.”

  My mom was quiet for a moment, then she burst out laughing. When I didn't join her, she stopped and looked at me, an expression of something like panic upon her face.

  “Wait. You're serious, Violet?”

  I nodded, finally bringing myself to look her in the eyes. “I am,” I said. “I know it seems weird, with the age difference and all, but we fell in love, mom. And what we have between us is real, I know it is.”

  My mother stood up, her knees shaking. “I - I have to get more wine,” she said, her voice cracking.

  I knew she was crying and didn't want me to see, so she refused to look at me. I grabbed hold of her arm and stood beside her.

  “Listen, mom. I'm a grown woman now,” I said. “And we are both consenting adults. I love him and he loves me, this isn't just some random fling. It's real, mom. It's really real.”

  My mom pulled her arm away, but instead of going to the kitchen for more wine, she reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Calling Sebastian,” she said. “We need to talk.”

  “About?” I asked, narrowing my gaze on her.

  “About the fact that he's sleeping with Charles' daughter, that's what.”

  I reached for the phone, but she pulled away. She had dialed it and was waiting for him to answer.

  “Mom, listen to me,” I said, trying to remain calm. “I'm an adult. I'm not a child, and whatever – ”

  Sebastian picked up, and my mother immediately started screaming at him. She called him every name in the book as tears streamed down her face. It killed me to see my mom in such pain, but I knew that I needed to stay strong. This was my life to live, not hers. And I was going to grab hold of love and happiness where I found
it, regardless of how uncomfortable it might make her.

  I heard Sebastian say, “I'm right down the street. I'll be there in a minute.”

  My heart pounded as I waited, and my mother continued to cry. She refused to look at me. Refused to talk to me. She just sat there sobbing.

  “Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm happy?” I asked, my own tears streaming down my face now. “And that I'm involved with somebody you admit is a good man, one who treats me really well.”

  That's when Sebastian knocked on the door, and we both ran for it at the same time. I reached it first, thanks to me being quicker, and my mom having consumed several glasses of wine. As I opened it up, just seeing his face caused a warm and fuzzy stirring throughout my entire body.

  “What in the hell are you doing here?” my mom slurred.

  “I stayed close by, just in case something like this happened and Violet needed me,” he said, keeping his cool. “Listen, Angela, I know it's hard to believe, but this isn't what you think it is.”

  “It isn't? You're not just sleeping with my daughter because she's young and pretty? She's actually not just another conquest under your belt?”

  “No, I promise you, it's different than that,” Sebastian said. “Violet is a brilliant young woman. She's wise beyond her years. Not many women her age have dealt with the loss of their parent, have managed to plan an entire funeral, kept her head above water, and taken care of their mother at the same time. You and Charles raised a strong, intelligent, confident, and beautiful woman. And I'm sorry, but I fell in love with her.”

  My heart pounded harder in my chest as he spoke.

  “And I hope I can prove to you that we're serious, that we're in this for the long haul,” he said. “This isn't just a fling, I can promise you that, and who knows? Maybe one day I'll marry her.”

  He looked so sexy standing there, defending my honor. I almost couldn't breathe as I watched him. I wanted to go to him, to kiss him, to feel him hold me, but knew that I couldn't in front of my mother. Not yet. Right now, it would only make things worse.