Bad Boy Neighbor

by Maddie King

  I’m a little aggravated and need to take out some of my aggressions. My uncle, the Sherriff, told me he’s putting the house on the market. My grandma’s house and the house I’ve been living in on my own for years now.

  I’ve been taking care of it, keeping it maintained. He tells me I’m too irresponsible and since he technically owns it, I can’t do shit about it. He’s a fucking asshole.

  I fuck her even harder and she yelps, soon crying out my name, gripping the back of the couch tighter.

  “I’ve had a hard week so I’m going to fuck the shit out of you right now and cum so hard in your pussy you’ll be feeling it run out of you for days.” I grab her hair, tugging on it and forcing her head back. I make her look at me and then I lean forward, still thrusting and stroking, sucking on her bottom lip.

  That really gets her going. She throws her ass back even more, ravenous for more of my cock. I can tell she wants me fully inside her, so deep.

  “Fuck,” I growl against her lips. I’ll hate having to leave this pussy behind when I have to move. He’s given me two months to look for a new place. Fucking sucks to think about, but she’s enough of a distraction.

  I feel her clenching and pulsing around me, coming hard just the way I like. I ease up, feeling myself throb in her dripping hot cunt. I hold onto her hair and bite the top of her shoulder lightly. My cock is so fucking swollen inside her.

  She’s so fucking wet and her moans are like my favorite music. I can’t even help it. Between the anger and this pleasure, I fucking explode. I blow my load so hard in this firecracker’s snatch.

  “Goddamn, Brooke. You always have me coming so fucking much for you.” I suck on her skin, where I bit her. “Wet, perfect fucking pussy. Too bad we’ll have to stop soon.”

  She sighs, going limp. I do as well, collapsing on top of her. We pant hard, trying to catch our breath. Then she pushes up a little and I move over, sitting on the couch.

  “You know we don’t have to make it just two months, right?” She sits beside me. “I mean . . . well, we can have sex whenever we want, for however long we want.”

  I look her over. “So you do want more than Sunday fucks?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Let’s face it, Xander. The sex is fucking great. No strings are required.” She shrugs. “We’ll just fuck and suck and move on. Keep it simple and still do whatever the hell else we want. You’re cool with that, right?”

  “Shit, if I can keep getting your pussy whenever I want and not have to worry about you whining or bitching at me, I’m down with that.”

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t bitch at you,” she says like a know-it-all. “If those parties start up again, I’ll have no choice. I hate the noise.”

  “Well,” I sigh, slouching back. “You don’t have to worry about that for too much longer. My uncle is selling the house. Kicking me out. I have two months to find a new place.”

  “What? Seriously?” She frowns and seems a little too pissed to hear that than she should be. “Why would he just kick you out? You grew up there.”

  “He thinks I’m just wasting space there. He can sell it or rent it out to someone else for a lot of money. It’s a good neighborhood. Convenient too. He told me if I want to stay I have to pay $2000 a month. I’m not paying that fucking much when the mortgage is only $500. He’s just trying to find anyway to get me out.”

  “But he’s your uncle. He shouldn’t just kick you out like that.”

  I hold my hands out. “I guess he got tired of the late night complaints from the neighbors. My grandma left the house in his name. He’s her son. I’m just the grandkid and she obviously trusted him more than me, which is understandable as fuck. What the hell am I gonna do? Bitch about it?”

  “You could say something.” She rubs my thigh. “If you move…how are we going to do…this?”

  “I’ll find a way.” I grip her chin. “Trust me, firecracker. I won’t let pussy as good as yours just slip away.”

  She laughs. “That name is so fucking dumb.”

  “But you fucking love it.”

  She giggles. I reach for her, hauling her onto my lap and centering her on my cock. I slide her back and forth, needing to get hard again. Her stickiness covers the top of my dick. I need to fuck her again.

  “Haven’t had enough?” She holds onto my shoulders.

  “Fuck no.” I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. I don’t give a fuck about whatever rules I’ve set. I’ve wanted to feel her lips on mine for as long as I can remember.

  She moans behind the kiss and I feel my cock getting hard again. Before I know it, I’m stiff and ready. I lift her hips high enough to bring her down on the head of my cock. Her breath hitches with each inch down.

  When she’s fully wrapped around me, I look her over and then meet her eyes again. Then I crush her full, juicy lips and she rides the fuck out of me. She bounces up and down on my dick, making those tits jiggle. I bring my hands down to her ass, holding and squeezing it, making sure she feels every single inch of me.

  “I don’t want this to stop,” she breathes on my mouth. “I can’t stand you, but I love fucking you. I must be twisted.”

  And I must be twisted, too, because I love fucking this little firecracker. I love owning this pussy. I love knowing no other man is touching or fucking her but me.

  She’s mine and it’s going to be that way for a long fucking time. I don’t give a fuck if I have to come over here when I move just to pick her up and fuck her in my car.

  I will.

  That’s how good her pussy is.

  “Just know you’re mine,” I growl on her lips, and I let her finish riding the fuck out of me, needing it badly it right now.

  9

  Brooke

  Brooke

  Three weeks have passed and it’s been the same routine with Xander and me. Sneaky sex, but not just on Sundays anymore. We’ve been in his house. In his car. On his deck in the back. Even at Harlow’s after work.

  I should be ashamed, but he’s too good to be ashamed of. Though he’s an arrogant prick, he makes up for that with his magical cock. He knows exactly how to please a woman.

  Things seem to be okay. Shelby has been home less and less, hanging out with Jake, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It gives me more of an opportunity to sneak Xander into my bedroom and ride him until I’m too tired to move.

  Tonight, I’m working overtime at Harlow’s, covering for my co-worker, Reba, who is sick. Last night was great with Xander, even though he took me on the porch around midnight. I didn’t mind it. I needed to relieve some stress. I didn’t get the job at the daycare like I’d hoped. Being around him was almost like a cure for the disappointment.

  As I whip up a few drinks for some college girls, a hand touches my shoulder. “Hey, Brooke!”

  I turn to see Charles, my boss and the owner of this club. Even though he looks greasy and cheap in his silk shirts, he’s actually a really nice guy.

  “Hey, Charles. What’s up?” I slide the drinks across the counter to the girls and they take off right away, too excited to get their night started.

  “I saw your application for assistant manager and found it interesting,” he says and I’m shocked to hear that.

  “Interesting in a good way or a bad way?” I laugh nervously, wiping the counter off.

  He laughs with me. “A good way. I know Reba has been working here longer, but let’s face it. She’s not very reliable. On nights like tonight I need her, but she seems to always have an excuse for the busier nights. But you—you remain consistent. You show up and take care of these customers. You make great tips and I get a lot of compliments about the ‘redheaded bartender’ that works here.” He laughs at that and I do as well.

  “Wow,” I breathe. “That’s great!”

  “Yeah. So do me a favor. Meet up with me after work and we’ll discuss that assistant manager position. I am more than happy to get it started for you.”

  My chest feels hot, burning with glee
. I smile so hard my face will probably break. “Yeah—yeah, of course! I would love that!”

  He nods. “Good. Keep taking care of my bar. I have a few things to handle but I will be speaking with you in a few hours.”

  He walks to his office and I am thrilled. He’s just made my night ten times better. I’ll have the position. I’ll be getting paid more. I won’t have to always bartend—not that I mind it, but getting this opportunity will help with a lot of things.

  Holy shit. I’m so fucking excited.

  My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I take it out. It’s a text from Xander. I have him stored in my phone as Guy Next Door.

  Xander: Need some of you tonight. You down?”

  Me: Sure. Meet me after work. I get off at 3.

  Xander: I’ll be there

  Great sex to top off getting a promotion. I don’t think it can get any better than this.

  I’m all set to go. I talked to Charles and I think I got the job in the bag.

  As I walk out the back door and towards my car, I hear the rumble of a familiar engine. Xander pulls up in the back parking lot, flashing his LED lights on me. I roll my eyes when he parks the car and steps out.

  “I meant meet me at home, you barbarian!” I shout at him, teasing.

  “Be more specific next time!” he shouts back.

  I unlock my car door and toss my bag across to the passenger seat. The back door of the club shoots open and Charles comes hurrying out with a paper in hand, calling my name.

  “Oh, Brooke! Forgot to give this to you!” He meets up to me, handing me the paper. “Just fill it out and bring it in when you can. It’s for a small background check. It’s nothing major, really. It’s required for the job since you will be handling some alcohol shipments and some of the cash tills, but they don’t dig deep, trust me.” Charles caps my shoulder and then looks over me at Xander.

  I look back too and Xander has his arms folded, leaning against his car with a scowl. “Is he with you?” Charles asks.

  I sigh. “Yes.”

  “Didn’t think guys like him were your type.” He chuckles, squeezing my shoulder.

  And then I hear heavy footsteps. I look back and Xander is storming in our direction, his heavy boots crunching on the asphalt. “Back the fuck off of her! You gave her what you needed to give, now go!”

  I frown up at him. “Xander! Stop! He’s my boss!” I force him away as Charles steps back, waving his hands in the air like he wants no part of this.

  “I see you have things to handle so I will see you tomorrow, Brooke? We’ll discuss your new position in more detail when we’ve all had some rest.”

  “Position?” Xander grits through his teeth. “What fucking position?”

  I glare hard at Xander. “Xander, back the fuck off. Right now.”

  He looks down at me. “What’d you do? Fuck this guy to get a better job?”

  “What!”

  “Why else would he be chasing after you so late at night?”

  I narrow my eyes up at him, livid now. I look back but Charles is already gone. He’s never been a fan of fights at his club. He’s always had the bouncers handle it but this is my fight and my fight alone.

  “You are a fucking idiot!” I shout in his face. “You show up here, at my job, and then accuse me of fucking my boss?” I push him hard on the chest but he barely budges and that pisses me off even more. “The only person I’ve been fucking is you, Xander. And even if it wasn’t just you, how is it any of your fucking business? We said no strings. No bullshit. Just sex. Stop acting like I’m your fucking girlfriend because I’m not!”

  “Wait—shit, Brooke!”

  I pull away from him and climb into my car, slamming the door before he can catch me. I crank it up immediately and drive off, not daring to look back at him.

  I’m so fucking embarrassed. I can’t believe he came here and pulled that kind of shit—and around my boss! I need this job but if what he’s done makes Charles change his mind about me in anyway, I will be done with him. No more fucking my full-of-himself neighbor.

  My life is more important than sex with him.

  I arrive home and hurry to the house. I know he’s on the way to the neighborhood too. I don’t want to see him.

  I lock the door behind me and then press my back against it, but that’s when I notice Shelby sitting on the couch. Her eyes are big as she looks me up and down.

  “Are you okay, Brooke?” she asks, standing.

  I nod and wave a dismissive hand. “I’m fine, Shelbs.” I tuck my keys in my purse and push off the door. “Why are you up so late? You’re usually sleeping by now. No breakfast date in the morning?” Ugh. Just thinking about Sunday makes me nauseous. Sundays are—were—our days. Me and Xander’s.

  Fuck him.

  “Actually,” she grins. “I waited up on purpose.” She holds up her hand and flashes a diamond ring. “Jake asked me to marry him!” she squeals. “I’m engaged, Brookie!”

  “Oh—wow! Holy crap, Shelbs, I’m so happy for you!” I reel her in for a hug.

  “I know I haven’t been around and that I’ve been spending a lot more time with him. I’m so sorry. I know we need to hang out.”

  “Oh—please,” I sigh. “Stop it. We both have our own lives.”

  She chews her bottom lip. “There’s something else.”

  “What?”

  “I’m moving in with him. Next week.”

  That really surprises me. “Next week?”

  “Yes—but if you want me to stay here a little longer, I can! Seriously, it’s no big deal. I know the bills can get crazy.”

  Who is she kidding? Bills will always be bills and they will always get paid, but getting the opportunity to live with her now fiancé doesn’t come around often. “No—you should go, babe! Go with him! He’s your fiancé now. I know you’ve wanted to stay with him in his bachelor pad for so long.” I laugh but deep inside it kind of hurts.

  It only hurts because I’ll miss her. A lot. I’m so happy for her—so happy—but it kind of sucks. If Charles changes his mind about giving me the position as assistant manager, I’ll have to get another roommate eventually so that I can take care of the house.

  “I have,” she giggles. She hugs me again. “I just needed to tell you before I fell asleep. I was so nervous but you took it way better than I thought.”

  “That’s what best friends are for, right?”

  “Right,” she breathes. Just as she says that I hear the rumble of Xander’s Mustang outside. My throat thickens but I keep my focus on her.

  The look in her eyes is one I haven’t seen before. She’s so happy. Since she’s leaving I might as well tell her the truth…the secret I’ve been holding on to. Not that it will matter now anyway.

  “There’s something I should tell you,” I start, bringing her to the couch. “I’m so tired of holding it in.”

  Her eyes stretch wide. “What? Tell me!”

  “Well, I know how much you can’t stand Xander. I know he gets under your skin like no other—”

  “Yeah, tell me about it. He’s been kind of chill lately, though. No parties or anything. So surprising!”

  “Yeah,” I laugh. “Well, that’s because I made an agreement with him a few weeks ago.”

  “What kind of agreement?”

  “I agreed to have sex with him for two months and he agreed to stop the parties…but only for two months.”

  Her jaw drops. She’s utterly speechless.

  “But—after tonight we probably aren’t going to be doing much of that anymore. It was harmless. Just sex, you know? Plus he’s moving so I won’t have to worry about the noise at all anymore.”

  “Wow, Brooke. I’m…”

  “Let me guess. You think I’m an idiot. A backstabber? You hate me for not telling you sooner?” I wince, preparing for her backlash.

  She laughs. “What? No! I’m just…well, I kind of knew all along!”

  “Seriously? How!”

  “There
was one time, like two weeks ago, where I saw him touching all over you when you were on his porch late at night. You weren’t fighting him off either. I figured you enjoyed it, but I didn’t want to say anything because…well…he’s Xander Wilson. Our annoying, ignorant as hell neighbor.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief. “Well then,” I titter.

  “Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed, babe. Hell, as long as you are happy, I don’t care. And it stopped the parties and the noise. I guess he really likes having sex with you.” She nudges me with her elbow.

  I can’t help but laugh.

  “So you aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you?” I ask.

  “Not at all, Brookie. It’s your life. I love you regardless.”

  I’m so happy to hear that. Too bad she found out when I’ve considered wanting to stop being with him. He’s too childish and has a lot of growing up to do.

  We play catch up for about an hour and then Shelby takes off to bed. I decide to eat a bowl of cereal but in the middle of eating, I hear a knock on the door. I go numb, knowing it’s him.

  Xander.

  Placing my bowl down, I walk to the door and unlock it. When it’s open, he’s standing there, a sweat-dampened shirt on and khaki shorts sitting low on his hips.

  “What the hell do you want?” I hiss at him.

  “I’m fucking sorry, Brooke. I—shit, I was just a little fucking drunk. Wasn’t thinking clearly back there.”

  “No, you’re damn right you weren’t.” I start to shut the door but he presses a flat palm on it, stopping me with a strong arm before I can.

  I scowl up at him. “Look, Xander, it’s almost five in the morning. I need sleep. I don’t have time for your childish games right now.”

  “Childish? That’s what you think of me?” he asks, voice gruff.

  “It’s the truth, isn’t it? After the way you acted—you know you could have cost me the job! He probably thinks I’m some stupid woman now, dealing with you!”