Boys Next Door (18 page)

A very real sense of foreboding – as if I would not like what I found at all – filled me. My bones were heavy with it.

And I was correct. Though I had no right to be, except for the fact that they were technically trespassing. I could only assume this wasn’t a first time thing. The property had been deserted for a while now.

She was tied to the base of a very tall fir tree with –it looked like – her own sweater. Unless Coop had taken to wearing soft, pink cardigans. And that jackass was kneeling on the pine needle littered ground with his face buried between her legs. Nose nudging her pert little ass, and no doubt his tongue doing things to her that I wanted him to do to me – again. As much as I hated to admit it.

She was wiggling and cooing and I watched as he pulled back, licked his lips and pushed a finger into her slick cunt. Even from where I stood spying, I could see her eyelids flicker and dance at how good it felt. Like she wanted to shut her eyes, but was afraid to.

Before returning to his exuberant oral work, he drove another finger into her ass and she moaned, loud enough for me to hear, ‘Oh, Jimmy …’

Jimmy? He was so very much Coop or Cooper to me that I’d almost completely forgotten he even had a first name. And the thought that someone would shorten his to
Jimmy
was almost laughable.

She must be a fine piece of ass
.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud, but it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore the fact that I was getting aroused. More from watching him do his rough, gruff, I’m-a-top-look-at-me routine. He could be a royal ass, but he was a gorgeous man and he knew his way around a woman’s body.

Stick to your guns, I reminded myself. But I feared, watching him go down on her that way, that my guns were insane for missing out – on him, on Deke, on Stephen. They all had their perks and I enjoyed every one.

Tiny bursts of white light winked in my vision and I realised I was holding my breath. The wind blew, tossing my hair back and making my eyes water, and she said, ‘I’m so
coooooold
, Jimmy.’

The urge to slap her was sudden and vicious and I curled my toes in my boots to ward it off.

But Coop did what I anticipated and stood, ripping at his button and zipper, hauling his cock out and pushing her thighs wide. He was in her on a long, slow stroke that made them both groan and I had to swallow my own sound so I wouldn’t give myself away.

His hands were rough on her skin and I could see her pale flesh blanch further in his grip. Her nipples were hard knots of rosy flesh and her breasts bounced as he fucked her. Coop leaned over and bit her shoulder, driving deep and making her shake. The girl – probably a Bambi or a Barbie or a Brittany – moaned loud enough to make me cringe. But the sound of her pleasure also kicked off a rush of blood and arousal in my pelvis. My cunt thumped in time with my heart, and I hated that I was reacting so viscerally to their display.

And that I was still watching. I should have turned tail and left the moment I’d stumbled over them. And yet, I hadn’t.

When he smacked her ass, the wind blew her long blonde hair back and I saw her flinch, but then smile. ‘Again,’ she said, just loud enough for me to make it out.

‘I tell
you
again, Christy,’ he growled. But he laughed and smacked her ass again, his hand assaulting the opposite ass cheek.

Christy pushed back shamelessly, forcing him deeper still and when she said, ‘Again, baby,’ Cooper froze for an instant. And then he really let her have it.

The sharp reports floating to my ears as he lay down criss-crossing blows so that she gripped the tree and bent lower under him. The skin of her ass shone red in the low light. I could imagine the fire and pulse that had taken up residence in that flesh.

And even as I imagined it, moisture slid from me to wet my panties. My face was hot, my heart thundering.

Coop murmured something, reached under her to touch her and bit her shoulder again. Hard enough that she cried out in surprise and then she was coming. Loudly. Christy was vocal and she let loose with noises that made birds take flight.

I heard Coop growl, watched his face as his orgasm hit him. Then when he reached from behind her to clamp a hand over her open mouth – stopping those lusty cries – I nearly came right there.

I owed him one for shutting her up.

My pulse was a thick pounding sound in my ears and my neck, and I needed to run home. I had to find Brutus. I turned and walked face-first into Stephen. I bit my tongue to stifle my cry of surprise.

‘I came to say I was sorry,’ he said, peeking over my shoulder.

Then Brutus came running out of the trees on the other side. Now it was a party.

* * *

‘Back up, back up, back up!’ I hissed, pushing him back and the dog hurried after us.

I got free of the thick cluster of trees and grabbed his hand, hightailing it more toward my house, yanking Stephen. He had very little choice but to follow me.

‘Why are we running?’ Stephen gasped when we reached the barbeque where our first date had started.

‘Because I don’t want him to see. The last thing I need is to give him more reason to give me shit.’

‘He’s on your property,’ Stephen reminded me, pushing my wild hair off my face. His clear-water eyes were intense and I could feel how badly he wanted to kiss me. It felt like his energy was meshing with mine, probing to find a way in. It made me want to kiss him, too.

I took a step back and he moved to follow me so I stiff armed him. ‘I know, but … I was …’ I shook my head, my face blazing despite the fact that I was getting cold as hell. My nipples pushed against my sweater, two hard visible dots beneath the charcoal-grey cable knit.

Stephen thumbed them, watching my face, focusing on my mouth. A bold move for him – the one who was usually shy and reserved for the most part.

‘You were watching.’

I nodded. ‘Yes. I didn’t mean to …’ My voice dropped. ‘I just sort of stumbled on them and was … swept away.’

‘He’s a slut, you know,’ he said. Stephen leaned in and I could smell the warm yeasty bakery smell on his skin. I shivered when his thumbs pressed my erect nipples once more.

‘A slut you apparently want,’ I blurted.

It was his turn to blush and he shrugged but didn’t back off. ‘I admit it. I wanted him. Sometimes I still want him. There’s something about him –’

‘That makes you want to hit him or fuck him. Sometimes both,’ I said.

Stephen grinned. ‘Exactly.’

‘So you
do
still want him,’ I said.

Another shrug and he kissed me on the nose. My pussy flexed, my stomach tingled. ‘So do you.’

‘Touché.’

‘Touché,’ he repeated.

He kissed me on the mouth this time, our breath pluming around us, his tongue hot against my own. Brutus barked and ran off in another direction and it snapped me back to attention. I backpedalled and pulled free of him.

‘Maybe on some level,’ I said, clumsily. ‘But I meant what I said. I don’t want to see any of you until you act like adults and not children.’

‘I came to say I was sorry. We all acted … like you owed us something.’

‘Good,’ I said, smoothing my sweater.

I could hear other feet plodding through the leaves. They were coming.

‘Now go home,’ I said. ‘They’re coming.’

‘Can I at least offer to make you dinner?’ Stephen asked. He was so pretty. So nice. So soft spoken.

Made it harder for me to say, ‘No, Stephen, you can’t. I’m done with you all. At least for now. Now go home.’

Then I ran toward my back door whistling for my dog. I didn’t want to see Stephen or Coop or his wood nymph of a bimbette.

‘Odd. And creepy. Creepy and odd,’ I muttered, hopping in the shower. I had time to kill before dinner at Mamma’s with Keith, the wholesome freckled mailman. I would have dinner with a normal guy. I would chat. I would … ‘Not fuck him,’ I muttered.

The entire bathroom was fogged with the scent of lavender and hyacinth and yet I couldn’t wash the image from my head. Cooper on his knees in my woods –
my
woods – eating out that little blonde chicklet. Fucking her. Sticking his finger in her ass. Biting her!

‘It doesn’t matter.’

And it didn’t matter. Except it did.

I feared I was doing the classic, I don’t want him but don’t want anyone else to have him. Stupid and petty and childish.

When I wrapped a towel around my wet hair I heard the dog barking. He barked at everything. Other dogs, squirrels, people, even leaves.

In my robe I hurried to look out the bedroom window. It looked down over the porch and if anyone was there, I should be able to tell.

But no one was there. No one was on my porch or my walk. But in the darkling air of twilight, I saw that someone was somewhere – on his bed. Stephen. Pretty Stephen, splayed across his neat but masculine bed with nothing on but his skin. So fucking perfect he looked like a staged and airbrushed cologne ad as he handled himself.

‘Oh fuck, it’s voyeur day,’ I groaned, letting my head hit the thick window glass. The dog barked again and I sighed. This was all his fault.

He had his eyes shut as he stroked his cock – looking very much the part of tortured angel fallen to earth. Big hand stroking big cock, broad fingers gripping hot flesh. A tremble started inside of me. Somehow seeing a man touch himself always made me unravel. It always brought me down to my most animal urges. And as my pulse quickened and my blood thickened, I pressed my face more firmly to the cool window glass and watched him.

My eyes were open, glued to that man as he moved a bit faster, cupped his balls, arched his hips. His pouty mouth pressed into a tight anticipatory line. The bluish-black of five o’clock shadow was visible even from here, though he seemed small from my vantage point like an action figure instead of a big strapping man. I wanted to touch that stubble and hear it whisper secrets under my fingers.

I pressed my hips to the edge of the window frame, feeling the pressure of cool wood against my pussy. The bold nudge of my clit meeting resistance.

I wasn’t going to do this was I? I wasn’t going to take the spying, voyeuristic, Snoopy Snooperson to the next level, was I?

In my mind’s eye flashed the images of Cooper and his eager tart. Cooper diving face-first into her pussy from behind. Cooper sliding his finger into her bum. Cooper fucking her and spanking her – and yeah, that’s where it got me – the phantom sharp reports of palm meeting plump flesh.

I slid my hand beneath my robe and touched my clit with a single finger. A tentative press of flesh to flesh to see where I stood.

A warm joy flooded me and I sighed. That was where I stood – horny and ready and seriously needing to get off.

I didn’t press this time. Watching my beautiful, now forsaken, Stephen jack off, I swirled. Wet, slippery, sloppy circles around that tiny knob of flesh – my hands shook and my stomach tumbled and my breath had branded a circle of opaque mist on the glass.

‘My God, if anyone sees –’ I whispered. But truth was, that only made it better and on a wet flex of my internal muscles, I slid my fingers inside and ground my palm to my clitoris.

I sighed like I was deflating and continued to watch pretty Stephen. Grinding my pelvis to my hand which made me wetter still.

Getting off with my cheek pressed to foggy glass was an interesting way to preface a date, I thought.

I laughed at that thought and when I saw, mesmerised, the arc and splash of semen when he came, a wet contraction shook me. Milked my fingers. Loosened my knees.

I shivered, my laughter loud and bright as the orgasm shook me slowly. Then I dropped to the floor, legs splayed, running it all over in my head. The spanking, the fucking, the masturbation, and I came again.

There. Now I was read for my date. I would not fuck the mailman. I would not visit any of the little pigs. I would just be.

I had been so busy trying to settle in without settling in. I had slid into my new life on a rush of liaisons and excitement.

Maybe I just needed to be a bit silent and alone and really find my niche.

* * *

‘So word on the street is the new girl’s doing a sexy burlesque number for the fund raiser.’ Keith sipped his wine and grinned.

I must have flinched. His handsome freckled face grew serious. ‘What did I say? No?’

I shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I’m not very skilled in … burlesque.’ I laughed, covering my face. ‘And I was signed up by someone else. I didn’t sign up.’

He blinked. ‘Oh, wow. Who signed you up?’

We both sat back as our waitress delivered a basket of bread and a dish of olive oil and spices. ‘I’ll be right back to take your order,’ she said. Her eyes were glued to Keith. Someone had the hots for my date.

‘James Cooper. My neighbour.’ I took a hearty sip of wine to gird my loins for this conversation.

‘Wow. You live across the street from them.’ He shook his head and smiled as if in sympathy. ‘I forgot where you were.’

‘Them?’

Now I was curious.

‘Coop, Deke and Vogel.’

‘Yeah. And? Come on, I just got here. Dirt, please.’

I didn’t see it working for me and Keith, truth be told. He was too nice. And sort of bland. A nice, handsome, freckled boiled potato. But I wanted to like him, so I leaned in and smiled.

‘I shouldn’t …’

‘Spill.’ I was treating him more like a gossipy girlfriend as opposed to a date, but he didn’t seem to notice, or mind.

Keith shrugged his massive shoulders and ripped a piece of crusty bread in half, thrusting it into the oil. So he had nice thick fingers and big forearms. It didn’t hurt to look.

‘They were tight in grade school. Then middle school. Even the start of high school. Truly they’re like a fucking John Hughes movie.’

‘Meaning?’

I followed suit, tore some bread, dipped it. Ate.

‘Damn,’ I sighed.

‘I know, good, right?’

‘Good doesn’t cover it.’ I ate another piece and waved my fingers at him. ‘You were saying?’

‘Let’s see, Cooper is the surly rebel-rouser who comes from a family with a drunken mother, an abusive father and no one who believes in him.’