Possessive Neighbor

by Kinley Cole

  POSSESSIVE NEIGHBOR

  __________

  KINLEY COLE

  POSSESSIVE NEIGHBOR

  Copyright © 2019 Kinley Cole

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to locales, events, or actual persons—living or dead—is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Possessive Neighbor

  1

  3

  4

  5

  5

  DEDICATION

  This is for all the absolutely amazing book bloggers out there who work endlessly every single day to get indie books out into the world to be devoured by readers everywhere. I would not be able to do this without y’all and your support. Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover the gratitude I hold for y’all, but to keep it short, thank you.

  THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

  PLAYLIST

  Crush - Yuna, Usher

  Good For You - Selena Gomez, A$AP Rocky

  Bed - J.Holiday

  Mine - Bazzi

  This Feeling - The Chainsmokers, Kelsea Ballerini

  Secret - Ann Marie, YK Osiris

  1

  Nickolai Lauchney

  Tap! Tap! Tap!

  The annoying sound pulls me out of my sleep.

  Who the fuck is tapping on my fucking window at...

  I look at my alarm clock.

  5:00 am? Are you fucking kidding me?

  I throw my legs out of bed and slip into a pair of gray sweats, and then throw on a white tank top, and then put on my work boots.

  Opening my front door, my lungs empty every ounce of oxygen they were holding in.

  “Good morning...sir, I’m Kelsie Jensen. I’m moving in next door and I was wondering if you could give me a hand? I know it’s awfully early, but the early bird gets the worm, isn’t that right?” she smiles, a little too cheerfully at five o’clock in the fucking morning.

  “That depends...did you bring coffee or whiskey? It’s late enough or early enough for either.” I grumble.

  She giggles and I can see her cheeks turn slightly pink. “I—I’m not even old enough to drink, sir,” she chews on the inside of her cheek as she waits for my reaction. “And I don’t like coffee.”

  I don’t even know this young woman and I already don’t like her. She gets up at the ass crack of dawn, she’s not old enough to drink which means she’s probably annoying, and she doesn’t fucking like coffee.

  Who in the hell doesn’t like coffee?

  “Are you the fucking spawn of Satan?” the question flies out of my mouth before I can even filter my thoughts.

  She narrows her eyes at me in a deep, dark stare. “I don’t know. Is there a chance you had a daughter at fifteen that you don’t know about?” her attitude is humorous, yet at the same time it makes me want to bend her curvy ass over my knee and spank the hell out of her.

  “I’d watch that tone of yours if I were you... How old are you, anyway?” I growl.

  “It’s a good damn thing you’re not me then, huh?” she turns away from my front steps, heading back to her car.

  There she goes again with that fucking attitude. Good riddance. I didn’t want to help her move her shit anyway, but I’d be more than willing to help fuck that attitude of her round, beautiful ass.

  Annoying or not, too young for me or not, no matter what she’s fucking sexy. And that attitude of hers makes me want to fuck her senseless and put her ass in check.

  She turns back around, ripping me away from my filthy thoughts of her. By the glare in her eyes, it was almost as if she had heard what I was thinking. “You know, I don’t need your help. I can do it myself!” she shouts.

  “Good! I didn’t want to help your prissy, entitled ass anyway.”

  “Good!” she shouts even louder.

  My cock begins to throb, so I quickly turn away and escape inside my house.

  Fuck.

  I can’t find her attractive.

  Granted she has to be at least eighteen, maybe even nineteen or twenty. Fuck, I don’t know. Either way, had I actually had a kid at fifteen, sixteen, or even seventeen, she could very well be my daughter...

  2

  Kelsie Jensen

  The loud roar of my neighbor’s pickup truck yanks my attention away from the article that I’ve been procrastinating for the last couple weeks. I was too busy moving into my new house and didn’t have the desire to sit in front of a computer screen with a pounding headache.

  Annoyed, I shut my laptop and set it on the coffee table. I open the curtains only to find my asshole of a neighbor walking up to my front door. I swallow hard as my nerves begin to run rampant within me.

  What the hell does he want?

  A loud bang followed by another greets the thick, oak door. I shiver and slowly shuffle my way to open it. Slowly turning the lock and then the knob, I take a deep breath and cautiously open the door.

  “Hello?” I ask with an annoyed tone gracing my voice.

  Our eyes meet and it takes everything in me to hold myself steady on my feet. His dark, piercing stare is strong enough to make me have to catch my breath.

  “Hi,” his voice is deep and dark. He’s intimidating to say the least, but he didn’t kill me during our argument when I first moved in next door to him, so that has to count for something.

  “What do you want?” I snip at him, placing a hand on my thick side.

  Fully aware that I’m testing my boundaries with him.

  “I came to apologize for how I treated you when you first moved in,” there’s a softness to his dark gaze, but a flicker of something dangerous.

  “Thanks,” I go to close the door and his work boot juts out, stopping it from coming to a close. “Excuse you!” my voice raises and I narrow my eyes at him.

  A devilishly handsome smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Excuse you...do you always have that bitchy attitude when someone is just trying to be neighborly and apologize for their wrongdoings?”

  I swallow hard as he presses on the door, forcing it to open further. “I probably wouldn’t have such a bitchy attitude if I didn’t have such an asshole for a neighbor.” He pushes harder against the door, not hard enough to shove it open just hard enough for it to slowly creak. “I think you should go home now, neighbor,” my voice begins to shake.

  “Why’s that? Is someone getting a little scared?” he growls in a taunting tone.

  “Yes, actually. Get the fuck off my property,” I swallow hard, feeling the fear creeping its way back up my esophagus.

  “What does little Kels think I’m going to do?” he lowers his lips toward mine, only a breath away.

  Butterflies swarm my belly and my knees instantaneously grow weak. He smells of cigarettes, sandalwood, and cinnamon. And my virgin center begins to ache.

  “I—I don’t know, but you should go,” I back away from the door. Part of me wants him to walk in here, shove me against the wall and kiss the hell out of me. But another part of me fears he just might actually do that, and I’m not prepared to tell him I’m still a virgin if things get carried away.

  “I’ll be seeing you, Kels. Pleasure having you in the neighborhood,�
� he says in a sinister, gravelly tone as he firmly closes my front door. I stand there with shaky knees, clammy palms, and heaving chest.

  Whatever it was that we just exchanged there, I don’t think I’m ready for it.

  What mess have I gotten myself into this time?

  3

  Nickolai Lauchney

  I should have known better than to go over there earlier and do that. I had every intention of just apologizing to her for the way I treated her, and then I planned to go about my business. But of course her attitude got under my skin, and it made the desire I have for her burn even stronger.

  What the fuck am I thinking? What the fuck am I doing?

  That’s the thing, I know better. I know I shouldn’t pursue anything with her, I’d only end up breaking her heart someway, somehow, and then have to deal with her being even more of a pain in my ass as my neighbor.

  I have to keep my distance.

  Just then, I look through my window and see her curtains open wide.

  Kels is standing there with her dark, wet hair falling down her back as she’s wrapped in a towel. My cock instantly stiffens and presses against the zipper of my jeans.

  Fuck. I can’t help myself. I unzip my jeans, sighing from the bit of relief it gives me but it’s just not enough. My balls need emptied. I slip my hand beneath my underwear and grip my erection. Stroking slowly up and down my long, thick shaft as I watch her. As she lifts her arms to tie her hair up in a dark knot on top of her head, the blue towel falls off her sexy as sin, round body revealing every perfect fucking curve of her. I stroke a little faster imagining the sting I’d feel if I could smack her ass and my handprint painted on her porcelain skin, marking her as mine.

  I continue watching her and she lies down on top of her bed, completely bare. She slowly parts her thick legs, and slips her hands between her thighs.

  She’s going to fucking masturbate.

  I stop stroking myself and run to grab my pair of binoculars. I position them perfectly through my blinds so I can watch her, then I slip my other hand back beneath my underwear. Gripping my hard as steel cock, and running the bead of precum down the bottom of my shaft. Kels is slowly spreading her sweet pussy lips apart, and gently massaging her sweet spot.

  “Oh fuck yeah, Kels,” I say outloud through a growl, stroking my cock to the rhythm of her touch upon her cunt.

  I wonder what she’s thinking about?

  I’d give anything to be the fly on her fucking wall so I can hear her every moan and gasp that she’s making as her mouth slightly falls open. Her fingers pick up speed, rubbing more quickly through her slick heat. “Mmmm...that’s it, baby girl. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck yeah,” I bark as I stroke faster and harder along the length of my shaft. She’s bringing herself closer and closer to the edge, then she shoves two of her fingers inside her entrance. Swiftly moving her fingers in and out, her mouth falls open wider and she scrunches her face as she gets even closer to exploding. “Mmm... fuck yes, Kels. Keep finger-fucking that sweet pussy of yours.” I picture me inside of her, and the feel of her warm wetness stretching to fit my thickness. Up and down, my palm moves quicker until the pressure builds inside me to the breaking point.

  “FUCK!” I shout as my cum bursts out in streams onto my hardwood floor.

  Look at the fucking mess that little brat made me make...

  4

  Kelsie Jensen

  My neighbor has a power over me and I can’t explain why. It’s just that ever since the other day when he showed me a side of him I didn’t know he possessed, I can’t stop thinking about him. I think about the rumble of his deep voice, his scent, his lips, and most of all the overwhelming sexual tension between us.

  It’s gotten to the point that I fantasize about him, and the way it would feel if he’s the one to take my virginity. I even pleasure myself to those thoughts now. But I can’t feel this way toward him.

  He can’t stand me, regardless of his apology.

  And I can’t stand him, regardless of his apology.

  I head out the door and spot my shirtless neighbor getting his mail, his gaze flits to mine and he gives a nod of his head to say hello.

  Holy shit. I have never seen a man this sexy in my life...

  “Hey!” the greeting flies from my lips. My brain, heart, and virgin vagina all at war with each other in this moment.

  He turns around, standing still on his driveway. His eyes piercing mine as I drink him in from head to toe. “What’s up?” he asks in a gravelly tone.

  “I—I just wanted to thank you for the apology the other day, and let you know I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you as well,” I pause. “Oh, and what’s your name?”

  A sexy smirk pulls at the corner of his delicious lips and turns into a bright smile. “Nickolai, but you can call me Nick.”

  “So, Nick...” I lose my train of thought, it’s easy to do when my mind and heart are racing.

  “Yes, Kels?” he inches his way over to me.

  “Um...I forgot,” I giggle nervously and he arches his brow, making his way closer to me.

  “You forgot or you’re just scared to say what’s on your mind?” he asks, his dark gaze scans every inch of my body.

  “What would be on my mind, neighbor?” I ask. Of course I say the stupidest thing I possibly could have.

  “Nick,” he growls.

  “You?” I ask in shock, swallowing hard.

  He laughs. “You called me neighbor and I corrected you, my name is Nick. But, I think you just answered your own question, Kels,” he licks his lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

  The painful ache of desire instantly forms in my center, and I can feel my wet heat growing slick with need. I want to resist him, I try to force myself to resist him and the dangerous mesmerizing flicker in his dark eyes, but I can’t any longer. Nick completely closes the space between us, he puts the two envelopes of mail between his teeth and lifts me up in one swift, effortless motion.

  I gasp.

  He carries me over to his house, and steadies me onto my feet as he opens the door. He extends his hand, letting me walk in before him. Stepping inside, my breath hitches as beautiful woodwork in the entryway. Nick’s hands find my wide hips and he firmly grips them, turning me to face him. He lowers his mouth to mine in a heat-filled kiss, our greedy tongues tangle together in a hot frenzy. His hands travel the curves of my body and I cringe.

  I push back against him, putting a halt to our kissing.

  “Nick, I—I should really go,” I mumble, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

  “Wait...why? You just got here...” his dark gaze softens, he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “I know, it’s just that...I’m not comfortable with my body and to top it off I’m a twenty-year-old virgin and that just makes this all the more complicated because I know I’ll be awful and you’re not going to want to see me naked. I’m sure you have all kinds of skinny girls who you could have sex with.” Tears begin to sting the back of my eyes.

  “Well, if we’re being honest and laying everything out onto the fucking table, I’ll tell you right now that I have seen your naked body, and it’s fucking gorgeous as hell and from how often you touch yourself I’d say you’re pretty damn comfortable with your body and with your sex-drive I find it extremely hard to believe you’d be awful. I also don’t prefer skinny women. Not saying there’s anything wrong with them, all women are fucking beautiful in their own way, but I don’t want them or anyone else, I want you, Kels.”

  Nick takes his thumb and brushes away the tear that falls upon my cheek. I don’t know whether to punch him in the face and run for him spying on me, or strip naked because I strangely find it hot. He leaves me no time to think, he picks me up into his strong arms again and carries me down a long hallway until we reach a doorway. We enter and he lays me down on top of his big bed.

  “Wait...” I mutter.

  “Again?” he chuckles.

  “How in the world wer
e you spying on me? From where?” I ask, regretting the question just as quickly as I asked it.

  “Over there,” he points to the window in his room. “I saw you by accident one day, and I tried to force myself to look away, but I couldn’t. I became addicted to seeing your flawless, round body as you undress every morning and every night in your bedroom, and then from my other window in the front room I watch you dance in your living room on Friday nights when you’re dressed in only a t-shirt and panties as you drink a whole bottle of wine to yourself. Even though you told me you’re not old enough to drink,” he growls through a smile as he sits down next to me on his bed.

  “Well...I’m not old enough to drink but I’m smart enough, or dumb enough, to have a fake I.D. and to be fair, my birthday is next week,” I admit.

  “Ooh, so you’re a bad girl?” he leans in and growls against my ear, sucking my sensitive lobe between his teeth and lightly nibbling. “Tell me what this bad girl fantasizes about when she’s touching herself,” he growls as his hand feverishly runs the length of my thigh.

  “You,” I gasp as he squeezes my thigh.

  “What about me?” his hand finds its way up my shirt and he grips my breast.

  I moan. “About you inside of me,” I admit.

  “Then why don’t we make your fantasy comes true, Kels?” he wiggles his fingers beneath my bra and pinches my nipple.

  “Please do.”

  5

  Nickolai Lauchney

  RIPPING THE SHIRT OFF over the top of Kelsie’s head, she leans back onto my bed. I can tell she’s nervous, but more than ready by every gasp and moan she makes when I simply touch her body. As I unbutton and unzip her jeans, she reaches beneath her back and unfastens her bra. Yanking it off and tossing it to the side, she exposes her beautiful, full breasts that my mouth has been watering for ever since I first saw them. She lifts her thick hips up, helping me remove her jeans and I throw them off the bed.