Her Big Neighbor

by Wylder, Penny

  “Oh come on,” his voice is wheedling. Begging. “I can rock your world if you just give me a chance. I’m a nice guy. You don’t want to go on a date with a nice guy?” He runs a finger down my arm. “Hell we can skip the date and just head back to my place. I’ll show you what I’m packing.”

  “Julia?” Edward’s voice comes from behind the man, and relief like cool water floods my veins. “You all right?”

  The man invading my space turns and sees Edward, and they do that thing where they’re sizing each other up. The invader must have fifty pounds on Edward, but with thunder in his eyes. I wouldn’t test him. The invader isn’t that smart. “Who the hell are you?”

  Edward doesn’t respond. He just looks at me. “Are you all right?”

  I shake my head no at the exact same time as douche says. “Yes, she’s fine, fuck off.”

  Finally, Edward looks the man straight in the eye. “I suggest you step away from my girlfriend.”

  Douche laughs. “Your girlfriend? I don’t think so, pal.”

  “Not that you would have thought to ask me about it,” I say, feeling a lot more confident now that Edward is here.

  The man looks back at me. “This guy? Seriously?” He turns towards me fully, completely turning his back on Edward. “Baby, you don’t even know. I can make you feel things he’ll never be able to.” Then he grabs my hand, and everything happens very quickly. Like lightning, Edward is between us, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting with quick and brutal force. The man goes to his knees with a grunt and he hisses in pain.

  “I know you didn’t just put your hands on a woman without permission for the second time in as many minutes, did you?”

  If I were on the end of the look he’s giving Edward, I would be losing my shit, but my extremely hot, extremely capable boyfriend doesn’t even seem phased by it. “No, of course not,” The man says.

  “Good,” Edward says. “Because if you had, I would have no choice but to break your wrist, and honestly that wasn’t part of my plan when I came to get coffee with my girlfriend. So unless you want to go to the emergency room, when I let your hand go you will stand up and walk away. You talk to her again or try to touch her, all bets are off. Got it?”

  The guy looks at me, judging if he’s serious, and I just smirk. “Fine,” he grits out. “Bitch isn’t worth it anyway.”

  Edward moves a finger, and the guy suddenly howls in pain before he lets go. “Get the fuck out of here. It’s not broken, but I’d get some ice.”

  He leaves, and I know people are staring. But my pulse is pounding and I’m really turned on by the way Edward took him down and I don’t care if people look. Edward’s arms are around me. “You okay?”

  “I am now. That was awesome. Thank you.”

  Looking me in the eye, his expression is entirely serious. “I want to make myself incredibly clear. I know that things are complicated with your mom, and my brother, and that we’re being secretive out of necessity. But you are mine. I don’t want anyone but you, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that. Especially not entitled assholes who think they can touch you.”

  I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him hard. “I want you to touch me.”

  “I will,” he whispers. “Your order is a caramel latte.”

  My jaw drops open in shock. “How did you know?”

  The smirk on his lips is sexy enough to make me wet. “I have my ways.”

  “I told my mom that I’d be a little while because I ran into a friend. Maybe we can get coffee on the way back.”

  “What are you suggesting?”

  “I’m suggesting that you fuck me, Edward.” When he stares at me, I add. “Please. After all, you guessed the drink.”

  We’re in the car faster than I can blink and pealing out of the parking lot. “Where are we going?”

  “Not far.” We turn off into a quiet lane that’s near one of the city’s parks. I haven’t been here in ages, but it’s a good idea. From what I remember this park is full of trees and isn’t particularly popular. Edward pulls into a little clearing surrounded by trees. “First thing I thought of.”

  “It works,” I say, and then I start undressing.

  13

  Julia

  Getting naked in a car isn’t the easiest task. When you’re trying to do it as quickly as humanly possible, it’s even harder. I get stuck in my pants, and have to shove them off, and I get caught in a storm of giggles as Edward yanks me into the back seat and lays me down. “I swear to you, Julia. I’m going to fuck you in a bed more than just the once.”

  “I’d fuck you anywhere,” I say.

  He laughs. “I haven’t had sex in a car in a long time. And I wasn’t exactly planning on doing this. I don’t have a condom. I swear I’m clean.”

  “Do it,” I say. The idea of being with just him—without anything in between us, sends furious heat running through my veins and even more wetness to my pussy.

  Edward strokes himself a couple of times as he lines himself up with me, easing inside. I’m still a touch sore from yesterday morning, but it’s the good kind of sore and the way he fills me now takes my breath away. I lift my knees up, wrapping my legs around him as much as I can so I can take him deeper. His mouth lands on mine, plunging his tongue deep, with sure strokes, perfectly mimicking what his cock is doing, and I moan.

  “No one is here to hear you,” he says. “Be as loud as you want.”

  “Would you like that?” I ask.

  He draws his lips across my jaw, “I love hearing you. Knowing exactly what I’m doing to you.”

  “I can’t even think,” I say. “All the words disappear.”

  “I like that too.”

  He thrusts with slow, steady strokes, burying his entire length inside me each time, and pulling back to the tip. I’m so full, and so stuffed, that each time he moves it feels like fireworks. He’s hitting that deep spot that so far only he has seen able to find. He shifts a little bit, and I gasp, because suddenly it’s so much better. The angle and the speed. “Oh God.”

  “Mmm. There it is.” He doesn’t pull out entirely again, just moves faster, driving into me and making the world go white.

  “Edward, yes. Please.” Those are the only words that I’ve got, and they disappear in a blur of pleasure and I can only moan. I’m begging him for more, and he gives it to me. Harder and faster, and he’s groaning with me. I can’t keep my lips away from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock up together. I want to share his breath. I want to share everything with him. Always.

  I’m breathless for a different reason now. I never thought that I would realize that I’m falling in love with someone while fucking in the back of their car, but that’s just what’s happened. Holy shit, I’m falling in love with Edward. The truth of it resonates through me like a bell. It doesn’t matter that we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days. We’ve known each other, been on the periphery for so long that we don’t need that much time. Who knows, maybe I’ve been a little bit in love with him for a long time. But this man who’s kissing me, defended me, and has claimed me so thoroughly that I can’t breathe—I am in love with him.

  Edward thrusts deep one more time, and I’m falling into bliss. I want him and I want all of him. He doesn’t stop, fucking through my orgasm, and another one starts to build. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I revel in that delicious friction, due to the fact that we’re skin on skin. There’s nothing between us, just like he said there wouldn’t be.

  I’m shaking, climax pouring over me and leaving me spent and breathless. Everything still feels so good. I’m resting in a haze of perfect pleasure, Edward just keeps going. “I’m close,” he says.

  “Don’t pull out,” I tell him.

  He falters in his rhythm, taken aback by the statement. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” I want to feel him. In this moment, I want everything.

  Edward’s mouth crashes onto mine with bruising force, and it f
eels like he’s even deeper now. I feel it when he comes, his cock jerking inside and filling me with perfect, exquisite heat. Holding himself deep, he shouts out his pleasure, body going taut with it before he nearly collapses on top of me.

  We’re breathing together, just holding on to each other. I don’t want to move. He’s still inside me, that perfect feeling of being connected and filled, and I don’t want it to end.

  “Holy shit, Julia.” Edward says, voice rasping.

  “I know.”

  He scoops his arms under my shoulders, so he’s holding me too, fingers tangled in my hair. Gently he turns my head to the side, and works his lips down my neck from ear to shoulder. Slow kisses and drags of his tongue that tingle and make my nipples go hard and my pussy squeeze him. “I will never get tired of tasting you,” he murmurs. “Every part of you.” The trail of his mouth weaves down to my shoulder and back again all the way to the underside of my jaw. “I could spend a day doing this, you know. Slowly covering every part of your body with my mouth until I’ve tasted everything.”

  I close my eyes. “Let’s do that. We could take turns.”

  One long lick across my collarbone. “I don’t think so. This would be all for me. And I would spend my time well. Your pussy would be last.”

  I laugh, but my breath catches as his teeth graze my skin. “If you’re doing what you’re doing now, I’d have come long before that.”

  Edward bites just a little harder. “Wrong again. I would tell you no.”

  I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow. “And what would stop me?”

  “Me. I wouldn’t let you get there. In this fictional scenario, you wouldn’t come unless I could lick it out of your pussy. And I would do that when I’m good and ready.”

  My chest feels tight with desire, and I can’t breathe. He’s still brushing my skin, now sucking at the juncture at neck and shoulder. “Is that a fantasy?” I ask softly. “Because if it is, we can do it. You already helped me with mine.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, voice amused. “Though I need to have my house back before I bring you over for an entire day of worshipping your body.” My pussy contracts instinctually, and he groans. “You’re going to make me come again doing that.”

  “I can certainly try.”

  The windows of the car are steamed and dripping. If anyone did happen to come across us here, there wouldn’t be any question about that’s happening. Part of me wants to smudge the window and make our own Titanic moment. But I can only imagine if I did that there would be a curious face on the other side and then I would die of mortification and embarrassment. “You’re making me braver,” I say. “Two bouts of car sex in less than twenty-four hours.”

  “Hmm,” he hums against my skin. “I wonder what else I can get you to do.”

  “Don’t push your luck.”

  “I most certainly will.” With a peck on my lips, he releases me and pulls back. “And I owe you a caramel latte.”

  I shake my head as he passes me my panties and bra. “I still don’t know how you guessed that. First try.”

  “I asked the barista. She’s taken your order before.” He smirks.

  “What?” I hit him in the arm. “That’s cheating.”

  He catches me behind my neck and hauls me in for a kiss. “All is fair in love and sex.”

  “You’re lucky that you’re very good at that.”

  “I know.” He winks.

  We manage to clean ourselves up and get into a semblance of being put together. When we get to the coffee shop, there’s still some of the same people there, and the baristas are also the same. I pretend that no one notices that we’re back and slightly disheveled, but they totally do. It’s okay. I’m not embarrassed. They should be jealous. They wish they got to spend this time with Edward.

  We order Edward’s coffee and my caramel latte, and the Frappuccino that my mom requested before heading back to the car. He didn’t even let me pay.

  “I have to tell you,” I say as we’re pulling into his driveway again. “I wasn’t expecting that, but that was a great end to the day.”

  “I’m glad. I wish you could just come in and spend the evening with me.”

  I wish that too. “I know. Will you text me later?”

  He waggles his eyebrows, overacting his lewdness. “Bet your ass I will.”

  My cheeks flame with a blush. “Thanks for the coffee.”

  “Anytime.”

  I head inside, and I immediately sense that the atmosphere in the house is different. “Mom?”

  There’s a shuffling noise in the living room, and I walk in to see my mom sitting oddly on the couch. “Where have you been?” she asks, voice harsh.

  I hesitate. “I went for coffee.”

  “It takes you an hour to get coffee? What were you really doing? Were you out being a slut? I thought I taught you better than that. I thought I told you to learn from my mistakes.”

  What the fuck? Did she see Edward and me in the car together? “I told you I ran into a friend,” I say, sticking to my story. “I brought you your drink.” She grabs the cup from my hand so hard that it hurts.

  “Why did you bring me this? You know I don’t eat this sugary crap.”

  “Mom, you asked for it.” I take it from her hands and walk it to the kitchen to put it in the fridge for later. And suddenly everything makes sense. An open bottle of bourbon is on the kitchen island. Along with an empty glass. I don’t know how much she’s had, but the fuzzy words earlier, and now this erratic mood swing makes a lot more sense now.

  I put the Frappuccino in the fridge and go back to the living room. My mom has flopped back onto the cushion on the couch. “Are you drunk?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am. Because the world is shit, Julia. And everything sucks. And men are idiots so I’m drunk.”

  “What the hell is happening? What happened while I was gone to make you act like this? And I don’t mean just to get coffee. Dad left when I was a baby, there’s no way that you’re still this bitter twenty years later. So what happened?”

  “It’s none of your business, Julia,” she says, standing and swaying on her feet.

  “Oh?” I know she’s drunk and it’s not worth arguing with her about it, but the frustration I have at the entire situation is bubbling up. “It seemed like my business when you told me you didn’t want me dating while I’m living here. Despite you asking me to move home. Despite me coming back specifically to help you. And I’m happy to do it, because I love you and you’ve done a lot for me my whole life. But I feel like I deserve some answers, and when you’re sober we’re going to talk about it.”

  She rolls her eyes and stumbles to the kitchen. “You can try.”

  “No, we are going to.”

  I should have put the bourbon away when I was in the kitchen, and she goes straight for it, pouring a shot and throwing it back. I hear her muttering under her breath. Something about mistakes coming back to haunt her, but I can’t quite make it out. Grabbing the bottle, I seal it. “I think you’ve had enough.”

  “Who’s the mother here.”

  “Right now it’s going to be me,” I say, putting the bourbon in the cupboard. “You need to sleep this off. You can barely stand up.” She’s entirely leaning her weight on the island, and it’s only a matter of minutes until she won’t even be able to do that. “How much have you had?”

  “Not enough, clearly,” she mutters.

  I wrap my arm around her back and sling hers around my shoulder. “Okay let’s go.”

  Thankfully she doesn’t resist. Because I am very much not ready to physically wrestle my own mother into bed. “Where are we going?”

  “To bed.”

  “I can take care of myself you know. Always have, always will.”

  I sigh. “Yes, and you’ve done a pretty good job of that up till now. But I don’t want to find you passed out in vomit. So I’m putting you to bed.”

  It’s easier than I thought it would be. When I help her col
lapse onto the bed, she melts into it like that’s where she wanted to be all along. She’s already in comfortable clothes, so I don’t have to worry about that. I don’t think she’s going to throw up, but I make sure that the trash can is right by the bed and within reach. But I don’t see her waking up anytime soon either.

  I get some pain relievers from her bathroom and leave them on the nightstand with a glass of water. Lord knows she’s going to need that whenever she does wake up. And I’m done. I can’t just sit in this house doing nothing after this. Not knowing is killing me.

  My phone is downstairs, so I get it, and shoot a quick text to Edward.

  Can you get rid of your brother for the night? Or at least the rest of the evening?

  The response is immediate.

  What’s going on?

  My mother is drunk off her ass. We said some things, and I put her to bed. I just don’t want to be here anymore.

  Give me ten minutes and he’s gone.

  I’ll be counting.

  14

  Julia

  I go upstairs to my room, and in the ten minutes, I put on the sexiest underwear that I own. It’s nothing crazy, but it’s black and lacy and enough to make me feel powerful. I also put on some extra make-up. I don’t even know if we’ll have sex, but I’m doing it anyway.

  There’s’ a small corner of my mind that laughs at the idea that we won’t have sex. But given that we already had sex once today, I don’t want to assume anything. I hear a car door, and glance out my window to see Kevin pulling out of Edward’s driveway a little too fast. That’s my cue. I’m on Edward’s doorstep about a minute later.

  He’s waiting.

  “Was it hard?”

  “Not at all. I got him a hotel room for the night and sent him there. He was actually more than willing to go when I told him that I had planned to have a night of wild sex before he showed up. Go figure, the one thing that we can agree on. What’s going on with your mom?”