Rock Hard Neighbor

by Rye Hart

“Camillo?” Kevin asked.

  “What’s up?”

  “Junior and I are hungry.”

  “Oh, you guys are, are you?” he asked, grinning. “Well, how about we go get a snack?”

  “Can we, sis?” Kevin asked.

  “Yeah, can we, Miss Rose?” Junior asked.

  “I don’t see why not,” I said, shrugging. “But I’m paying this time.”

  “No, you’re not,” Camillo said.

  “Yes, I am,” I said.

  He shot me a look, just as Cassie walked up behind me.

  “I think you’d better listen to the man,” she said. “He seems very serious about treating us to a day out.”

  “I just don’t want him feeling like he has to pay for everything,” I said.

  “I don’t,” Camillo said. “There’s a place called Trattoria’s. They have wonderful Italian teas and tea cakes. It’ll be a nice way to warm up with the downturn of the weather.”

  “Camillo, please let me pay,” I said.

  That stern gaze I was growing so familiar with descended upon me, making my legs shake as he held our daughter.

  I was entranced by the way only a glance could make me feel and, suddenly, I found myself wishing it was already dinner time.

  We followed him over to Trattoria’s and indulged ourselves in wonderful little cakes. Ana was shoving them in her mouth while Camillo smiled at her, and I just couldn’t get enough of their tea. I had three cups by the time we were done at the restaurant and I could tell the boys were starting to wind down, despite the sugar they’d just pumped into their stomachs.

  “Want to take one home for later?” Camillo asked Ana.

  “More cake, more cake!” Ana chanted.

  “All right, why don’t you pick one out?” he asked. “Do you want vanilla?”

  “No,” Ana said.

  “Do you want chocolate?”

  “No!”

  “How about… the red one?” he asked.

  “Red and blue,” Ana said.

  “There isn’t a blue one, princess. Want two red ones?”

  “Red and blue!” Ana said.

  “Ana,” I said, scolding her. “There isn’t any blue.”

  “But… blue.” Ana’s eyes began to water and I could see how much it hurt Camillo for her to be upset. He turned his entire body toward her and focused on her, his massive thumb dwarfing her cheek as he wiped his daughter’s tears away. Ana sniffled and I swore I could see Camillo’s heart shattering right behind his eyes.

  “Why don’t we head on back to the house and relax before it’s time to cook dinner?” I asked.

  “Hold on,” Camillo said as he stood.

  “Where are you going?” I asked.

  “To get my daughter a blue tea cake.”

  I watched him walk off and signal for the baker. He was talking to her, motioning to his daughter while I watched with wild eyes. I saw the baker smile and nod her head, smiling at him while she batted her eyelashes. She was flirting with him, I could tell and my toes curled with jealousy in my shoes just as Cassie leaned into my ear.

  “Be careful, your green-eyed monster is showing,” she said jokingly.

  “Shut up,” I said.

  “All right,” Camillo said. “A red one and a blue one.”

  “Red and blue! Red and blue! Red and blue!”

  Ana continued to chant while a broad smile grew upon his cheeks. I shook my head and giggled, astounded at the fact that he’d somehow swayed the baker to give him exactly what his daughter wanted. On the one hand, she needed to be taught that sometimes she couldn’t get what she wanted. On the other hand, I was enthralled with the fact that Camillo was so determined to give his daughter whatever he could.

  “Maybe we could put on a movie, hunker down in the living room, and get away from all the snow,” Cassie said.

  “You don’t like the snow?” Camillo asked.

  “Oh, I love it,” Cassie said. “Just not being out in it. Snowing is a spectator sport, as far as I’m concerned.”

  Camillo laughed, his face lighting up, and I realized just how much I liked to see him smile.

  “Miss Rose?” Junior asked.

  “Yes, honey?”

  “Do you have any popcorn at the house?” Junior asked.

  “Of course, I do,” I said. “Would you like some when we get there?”

  “I just really like eating popcorn when I watch a movie.”

  “Well, I don’t just have popcorn,” I said. “I’ve got flavors, too. There’s caramel, white cheddar, and kettle corn flavors. Would you like one?”

  “You have flavors?” Junior asked, his excitement showing.

  “I do,” I said, giggling. “How about this? I’ll pop you a bag and split it up. That way, you can have all three flavors.”

  “Thanks, Miss Rose!”

  Junior threw his arms around me before I could even react and I looked over at Camillo. His eyes were wide and bright with shock, watching our every move as my arms embraced the little boy. I could feel his body shaking with excitement, ecstatic at the fact that I was going to let him have all three flavors of popcorn.

  My heat broke as I thought about what this boy must’ve been through to be so excited about flavored popcorn.

  “You can have whatever you want when you’re at my house,” I said as I hugged him tightly. “Whatever you need.”

  The baker delivered the tea cakes Camillo ordered, much to Ana’s delight. He scooped his daughter up into his arms before he paid, eyeing me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and smiled. He was rubbing it in my face now, the command he had over me. One look was all it took to do me in and, even though I still didn’t understand why, I was loving every second of it.

  Until we got outside and I saw Camillo stiffen.

  His eyes settled onto a car idling on the other side of the road. He handed Ana to me absentmindedly an,d immediately, Junior froze at my side. Camillo’s face hardened, like a threat had just found us, and he stalked toward the car before it peeled off into the falling snow.

  My eyes were heavy with worry as Camillo strode back across the road.

  I couldn’t read his expression, but I knew something had just taken place. Something that rattled his insides and caused him to switch back to the strong, protective man I remembered from that night three years ago.

  I tried to choke down the fear I was feeling, so as not to taint this perfect day.

  “What was that about?” I asked as he took Ana from my arms.

  “Nothing,” he said. “I thought I knew the driver of that car. He owes me some money.”

  “Guess it wasn’t him?” I asked.

  “Nope. Wasn’t him,” he said, plastering a smile back on his face.

  He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze and I tried to forget the look I had seen on his face just moments before. He had told me that we were safe and I wanted to believe him.

  By the time we got home, it was time to start preparing dinner. Camillo started pulling bags out of a cooler in the back of his truck, and all I could do was shake my head. I popped Junior’s popcorn and made it up for him while everyone hunkered down onto the couch. Then I headed into the kitchen and shut the door behind me.

  “Aren’t you going to go watch the movie?” Camillo asked.

  “Nope,” I said as I grabbed a knife for him.

  He expertly chopped up the vegetables, his hands flying between slices as if he was a professional. I was preparing the filet mignons he’d purchased for us to eat, sprinkling them in salt and pepper before laying them out to come to room temperature.

  “Where’d you learn to cook?” I asked.

  “What makes you think I cook?” he asked.

  “Besides you offering to cook? You’re pretty good at wielding that knife over there.”

  I watched his face slowly sink as he tossed the vegetables into a pan. His eyes glazed over with a faraway stare and I swallowed thickly.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”


  “I learned to cook from my mother before she died.”

  He tossed me a haphazard smile but I could see the pain behind his eyes. I was familiar with that type of pain. The ache of a child who had been orphaned far too early. The pain of losing the one person you clung to for support. I saw that ache in my brother’s eyes every time our parents’ birthdays rolled around.

  We danced around each other in relative silence, preparing dinner and setting the table so everyone could come eat.

  I sat there silently while I watched everyone else dig in. Camillo was entertaining Ana, and the boys were talking about the movie. Cassie and the nanny were talking about previous employment they both had and, then, there was me.

  Trying to figure out what my place was in all this.

  Usually, I was running around, trying to bend to everyone’s whims. Usually, I was feeding Ana while getting Kevin drinks and trying to keep Cassie entertained with conversation after her days at the bookstore. Usually, I was ranting to her about my day over a glass of wine while Ana laid down in her room and Kevin played Minecraft in his.

  But, now, I was just a spectator at my own kitchen table.

  “Cassie, I was wondering if I could ask you something,” Camillo said.

  “Speak to the oracle of life and I shall consider your request,” Cassie said, grinning.

  “Would it be possible for you to watch the kids with Mrs. Barker while Rose and I spent some time together?”

  I whipped my head up at my name, my plate of food untouched for the third night in a row as my eyes shot over to him. I knew exactly what he meant. I knew exactly where he meant to take me. And suddenly, I had found my place again. My eyes descended upon his while the boys begged to have more time together and Ana was already falling asleep in her high chair with one of her tea cakes crunched up in her hand.

  “I suppose that wouldn’t be a problem, if Rose wants to go with you,” Cassie said.

  “The boys will be just fine with us and it looks as if Miss Ana won’t be an issue,” Mrs. Barker said.

  “Rose?” Camillo asked.

  He’d been the perfect father all day and he deserved a reward. He’d treated all of us and I couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up within me. His words from last night echoed off the corners of my mind and a smile spread across my face.

  “Let me get my purse and phone and we can head out,” I said.

  Fifteen minutes later, with Ana in bed and the boys playing video games, Camillo and I were off. His hand immediately wrapped around mine before he brought my hand to his lips. He kissed it and his eyes darkened three different shades and settled onto the stormy blue eyes I’d lost myself in that night.

  But the words that came from his mouth caused my entire body to shake.

  “You have a punishment coming, my little songbird,” he said.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You kept a secret from me. A precious secret meant only for my ears. You were naughty and you know it.”

  I squirmed in my seat while he held my hand tightly and we wound around town. I was looking forward to whatever punishment he had in mind, especially since I could feel my core heating up just with his breathy promises. My nipples were puckering against my bra as we slowly pulled up into his driveway and I took in the beautiful log cabin in front of us as he slid out of his seat and came to open my door.

  He pulled me from the car and dragged me to his room, wasting no time in pressing his demanding lips against mine.

  I arched into him, clasping onto his shirt as I pulled him deeper into me. His hands roamed my body roughly, commanding my curves while our tongues battled for dominance. Then he spun me around and pressed me into a cold wooden desk in the corner, his hand flipping up my skirt to expose my soaking wet satin panties.

  I heard the rush of wind just before his hand cracked down onto my ass. I moaned, my legs pulling taut as he smacked his hand against my other ass cheek. My hands pressed into the cold wood, my body instinctively trying to get away, even as my silken fluids dribbled down the inside of my thighs. Again and again, his hand connected with my skin, burning it to a point where I thought my legs would give out from underneath me.

  Then, he ripped my whisper-thin panties from my body, the tattered satin falling to the floor while I heaved into the desk.

  My skin burned with pleasure. I was so turned on, I had no idea what to do with myself, but before I could make a move, Camillo stood me up and slammed his lips back onto mine.

  I moaned into his luscious pout as I threw my arms around his neck and, as his massive hands descended around the throbbing globe of my ass, my legs gave out from underneath me.

  Chapter Twenty - Camillo

  The way her skin glowed red in the moonlight caused me to grow painfully hard. Her lips tasted of honey and powdered sugar, a combination that swirled in my head as she collapsed against my body. I lowered her to her knees, her body trembling as I finally released her sweet, swollen lips.

  I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my massive cock for her to see.

  “Suck,” I said.

  Without a second thought, she wrapped her hand around my dick as I looked down upon her beautiful face: the woman I’d been chasing in my mind all my life. She wrapped her lips around my cock and, instantly, I realized she had no idea what she was doing.

  I growled as my hand wrapped itself into her long, black tresses.

  “Smooth your tongue over the head. That’s it. Just like that.”

  Her cheeks hollowed out as she took all she could of me before she gagged and I couldn’t help but smirk at the sound. Oh, what a compliment that paid me as she wrenched her eyes closed and tried to do what she thought was right.

  “Listen to me, songbird. Squeeze your hand that’s wrapped around me while your lips suck my tip.”

  I watched her draw my cock out from between her lips before she stopped. I had to hold my hips at bay, resisting the urge to thrust all the way down her throat while she learned how to please me. Her hand squeezed around my thickness and I groaned, feeling my balls filling up with release while her hot spit dripped down my cock.

  “Wrap your tongue around it. Just like that.”

  Her mouth was learning me. Exploring me. Filling me with a warmth that was drawing my balls tight against my body. I wasn’t ready to spill into her. Not like this. I looked down upon her beautiful face as spit leaked out from the corner of her mouth and, in that moment, she captured my heart. This strong woman, with eyes the color of emeralds and skin the color of snow, was yielding to my every command and obeying my every word to fill me with a bliss I’d sought for years.

  She definitely deserved her reward.

  I pulled my cock from between her lips before I could climax down her throat. Her lips were swollen so perfectly with her efforts. I sat on the edge of my bed and I raised her to me, her legs straddling my lap as my hand lifted her skirt.

  I watched her beautiful pussy sink down onto me, my thickness stretching her while she moaned.

  “So tight,” I said, groaning. “So good.”

  I ripped her shirt above her head and wrenched her wrists behind her back. Her clothed breasts were in my face, taunting me with their sweetness while I nibbled at her skin. Her hips gyrated against mine, trying to find her natural rhythm while her walls clamped down around my dick.

  I thrust deeply into her, rendering her breathless as my cock grew thicker and thicker against her warm, wet walls.

  “Camillo. Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

  “Beg,” I said. “Beg for what you desire.”

  “Please, make me come. I’ll do anything, Camillo. Just please. Let me have you one more time.”

  I pounded into her body, her juices splashing upon my skin as her arms pulled taut. I could feel her legs quaking while her pussy vibrated around me, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her as my balls pulled themselves up into my body.

  We came together, a swirling tidal wave of passion, sweat, and sin as my
toes curled. My cock spilled into her, marking her mine while she panted and heaved for air. Her hips bucked wildly against me, riding out her own pleasure while my tight curls raked against her swollen clit.

  The moment she collapsed into me, we fell to the bed, panting, while her body instinctively curled against me.

  I watched as Rose’s eyes fluttered closed, her body glowing with the effort of her lust while I looked upon her in ecstasy. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon and I admired her more and more every day I spent with her. The passion between us was overpowering and the orgasms she gave me rendered me senseless. It was unlike anything I’d ever known in my lifetime, the way this beautiful, inexperienced princess made me feel, and I fell more and more in love with her every single day.

  We fell into a deep sleep, cuddled against one another until the morning sun poured through the window and my phone rang on the table next to the bed.

  I looked at the number and answered it, sitting up as I tucked my cock away. Rose was still sleeping in my bed, her hair spread among the white satin sheets while her breasts settled against her body. I cursed the person ruining my time with her and I was determined to let them know exactly how I felt about it.

  However, the voice that assaulted my eardrum boiled my blood and I stood up.

  “Hello, Camillo.”

  It was the head of the fucking Del Vecchio family.

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me,” I said in a growl.

  Rose stirred. I had a feeling this conversation was going to be unsettling for her, so I quickly switched to speaking in Italian. The man on the other end of the line simply chuckled at me, which caused my blood to boil while my hand clamped down tightly around my cellphone.

  If I held it any tighter, it was probably going to break.

  “I saw your goons today,” I said. “You should pay someone with a little more intelligence to follow me.”

  “Smarts aren’t necessary to get the job done that I want,” he said. “However, they did inform me of a little girl you were carrying. She has your eyes, you know? And that little nephew of yours? It’s a shame what happened to his parents. Is he coping okay?”

  I felt my temper explode in my chest while I tried to contain my outer demeanor. Rose was slowly rubbing her eyes and searching the bed for me, so I knew I had to make this conversation quick. The last thing I wanted her to think was that she was being followed. That she was in danger because of me.