Love Thy Neighbor (21 page)

Her muffled moans move to a higher pitch and
I feel her pussy tighten around me. The tingles climb up my spine
and I know we’re going to reach this high together. I release her
mouth and whisper, “Shut up” before taking her lips in a deep kiss.
She wraps her arms around my neck and moans into my mouth.

Nothing nicer than that sound.

She leans her head away from me and against
the wall, opening her mouth in a silent shout as her pussy
contracts hard around my cock. My mouth parts in awe as I watch her
come through hooded eyes. When her contractions subside, she leans
forward, bites my lip hard then sucks on it. I whisper a groan and
pull her onto my cock til she’s fully seated. Sparks ignite behind
my eyes and I hold her still as I pump my come into her. As my cock
jerks inside of her, ecstasy flows through my body like strong wind
slicing through the air.

Coming down from my high, I grab hold of her
ass with weak hands and carry her over to my desk. I slowly lift
her off my cock and seat her right on the edge. Still horny as
fuck, I tell her, “Spread.”

Her eyes widen in surprise but she does. I
use my index and middle finger to part her pussy lips and tell her,
“Push.” Her mouth forms an
O
but she does it. Her stomach
contracts and I watch as my creamy white come slides down her slit
and drips onto the floor. My eyes roll back in immeasurable
pleasure and I whisper, “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen.”

Looking up, I find Nat biting her lip and
wearing a shy smile. One I haven’t seen before. It’s cute as
hell.

Unable to stop myself, I grip her jaw with
my hand and kiss her hard and deep for a minute. When I release
her, she whispers, “Best lunch break ever.”

Chuckling, I use tissue to clean her then we
both adjust our clothes. She pecks my lips once more. Unlocks and
throws the door open and yells, “God, Ghost! You are
such
an
asshole,” then storms down the hall and out of the building.

I sit back in my chair and think aloud, “I
knew she’d rock my world.”

***

The soft, tan colored leather marshmallow of
a sofa calls my name from the doorway. In my mind, I see a golden
glow around it and I mentally hear a choir sing “Hallelujah”.

My face brightens slightly.

I blow it a kiss and promise I’ll be right
back after my shower.

The hot spray of the shower scorches my
skin. I scrub my body, washing my semi-crappy day away. The water
begins to warm. I take this as my cue to finish up.

Exhaustion flows through me. I drag my butt
to my room and put on a pair of barely-there silky black panties, a
black spaghetti strap tank, Minnie Mouse pajama pants and my Minnie
Mouse head slippers.

Today really took it out of me.

Shuffling my feet, I somehow make it to the
sofa and belly flop. A relieved sigh escapes me.

Just as I start to nod off, I hear the patio
door unlock then open. My eye squints open and in strides Asher,
dressed in blue pajama pants and a muscle tank, seeming on a
mission. He doesn’t even look at me, just walks over to the
refrigerator, opens it and removes two sodas and a tub of Ben and
Jerry’s cinnamon buns ice cream. Still not even having glanced at
me, he walks into the kitchen and although I can’t see it, I hear
him remove spoons from the cutlery drawer.

He walks back over to the sofa, and places
the ice cream and sodas on the coffee table. I squeak when he lifts
me to a standing position and lies down on his back taking my spot.
My face is scrunched and my finger is already pointed at him, my
mouth open to hurl abuse at my ass of a neighbor. I squeak a second
time when he pulls me down onto him. I face plant into his chest
and say a muffled, “Well, Howdy-fucking-doo, neighbor.”

He turns the TV on and I turn my head to see
him flicking through the cooking channels. I smirk and ask, “Crappy
day?”

He grunts and I feel it through his chest
and onto my cheek. I smile big.

Still smiling, I decide now is the time to
start a conversation. “Me too. Lunch was great but the rest of the
day sucked. Really got me down. Then I thought about coming home to
my sofa and TV and my day got a bit better. Little did I know my
sofa would be hijacked by my weird neighbor.”

At this point, he puts a pillow over my head
and I hear a muffled, “Sshhhh.”

Laughter bursts out of me, and I try not to
think about how comfortable I am laying with my head on his chest,
listening to his heartbeat.

Chapter Sixteen
Tricks and mind games

Thursday night is board-game night.

Well, it used to be poker night before it
turned into board-game night, and now it’s really movie night/play
with the kid’s night.

I gotta say, I love Thursday nights.

We start it earlier than we used to. Instead
of going home and showering, we all just go to Nik and Tina’s
straight from work.

A huge smile crosses my face. I can’t wait
to see my little angel baby. As soon as Mimi parks her car, I jump
out of the passenger side and run to the front door. The door opens
and a smiling Tina stands in the doorway holding a wriggling
Tatiana.

Without even greeting Tina, I snatch Tatiana
from her and coo, “How is my widdle baby. Oh, I missed you.” Then I
plant a million and one kisses on her warm chubby cheeks.

Finally turning to Tina, I ask, “Has she had
dinner yet?”

A smiling Tina replies slightly exasperated,
“No. She’s teething, so all she wants is rice pudding and
milk.”

I hear Nik talk to Meems while I carry
Tatiana through to the kitchen with me. I yell back to Tina, “Rice
pudding I can do, but you’re in charge of boobie milk, mama.”

Max and his sweet ten-year-old daughter
Ceecee are sneaking around in the kitchen when I walk in. They look
up at me. I see they wear matching guilty expressions and I narrow
my eyes at them both. I whisper, “Were you stealing cupcakes?”

Ceecee has such a sweet disposition. She has
auburn shoulder length hair and amber colored eyes. When she was
just a baby, she was involved in an accident. Max’s ex-girlfriend
had gone through postpartum depression, and just as she was
recovering, she made a small mistake that changed their lives
forever. Maddie put Ceecee up on the counter and turned to get
something out of the fridge. Ceecee fell backwards and hit a stool
on the way down. Her tiny body was twisted in such a way that she
was left a paraplegic.

From looking at them, you’d never know the
struggles they’ve been through and, secretly, Max is my hero. He’s
the type of dad that gets Father of the Year every year. A total
catch for any woman.

Max looks down at Ceecee wide eyed and they
both answer, “No.” Oh, I might’ve believed them before I saw both
their mouths stuffed full of chocolate cake. I whisper hiss, “You
guys are in so much trouble!”

Ceecee covers her mouth and giggles and I
smile. She is so damn sweet. I just want to eat her. I pass Tatiana
over to her uncle Max, grab a cupcake and tell Ceecee, “Let an old
pro show you how it’s done, honey.”

I carefully peel the wrapper off, bounce up
and down like a boxer while craning my neck side to side. Max
bursts into laughter and I narrow my eyes at him before turning to
face a wide-eyed Ceecee. Max counts me down. “Three. Two. One.
Go.”

And I shove the entire cupcake into my
mouth. Ceecee covers her mouth in astonishment and giggles loudly.
Max laughs hysterically while bouncing Tatiana on his hip. I chew
and chew and freakin’ chew for a good minute. I swallow the cake
and take a big bow.

“Wow. That was awesome,” Ceecee
whispers.

Max smirks. “That’s impressive.” He hands
over Tatiana and whispers in my ear, “Makes me wonder what else you
could fit in that mouth.”

I slap his shoulder and mouth
behave,
then take Tatiana and her rice pudding over to her high chair and
sit at the dining table. Nik and Meems come out from the hallway.
As soon as Nik sees his daughter, his eyes soften and he melts a
little. He comes over to where I’m feeding her and kisses her
cheeks saying, “Who’s daddy’s girl? Huh? Are you daddy’s girl?”

Tatiana looks up at her daddy with her dark
hair and amber eyes and smiles a wide gummy smile. I can’t help but
laugh at her. It must be nice being a baby. No worries at all. I
hate mushy mush, but when it comes to children, I go gaga too. I
turn my smiling face up to him. “You did good, Niki. She’s
perfect.”

Leaning down, Nik kisses my forehead and
says, “Thanks, babe. Love ya.” And then he leaves me to feed his
golden-eyed daughter.

Suddenly, the front door opens and I hear
arguing coming from the hall.

“I just want to know where you go! Why is
that so much to ask if you’re not cheating on me?” That’s Lola.

Trick responds, “Baby, I don’t have time to
cheat on you even if I wanted to!” And I cringe.

Wrong answer, Trick.

Lola raises her voice in disbelief. “I don’t
believe you! I don’t know how much more of this I can take,
Diego.”

Using Trick’s real name shows just how
pissed she is. Storming down the hall over to where Mimi, Nik and
Max stand wearing equally stunned expressions, Lola’s wide brown
eyes water as she asks loudly, “Where does he go at night?” Her
voice cracks and I know she’s going to lose it.

Tina comes forward wearing a sympathetic
expression and says to Lola, “C’mon, honey. Let’s go.” She and Mimi
lead her down the hall to her bedroom, but not before Mimi openly
glares toward the front door.

Just as I hear the bedroom door shut, Trick
emerges from the hall looking unkempt and tired. At least he shaved
today. I turn back to Tatiana. Feeding her, I tell him quietly, “I
don’t know what’s going on with you, Trick, but family doesn’t keep
things from each other. You got something to say, just say it. We
need you as much as you need us, and I don’t like that you’re
pulling away from Lola.”

Max and Nik don’t say a thing, but I see Max
nodding his agreement in my peripheral vision. Without a word,
Trick walks over to me and kisses my cheek. He takes the spoon from
my fingers and nudges me to get up. I get up and leave him to feed
Tatiana. At least she can get a smile out of him these days.

Walking over to Nik and Max, I ask them,
“So, what’s for dinner?”

Nik says, “Chinese” at the same time Max
says, “Pizza.”

They both turn to each other. My eyes widen
and I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.

It’s a stare off.

“We can’t have pizza every second night,
Max!” Nik snaps.

Max nods and says, “Yeah we can, Dik. That’s
the beauty of pizza. So many different toppings, it’s like you’re
eating a different meal every time!”

“It’s not good for Ceecee.” Nik retorts.

Max narrows his eyes and puffs out a breath,
his face wearing an
Oh please, is that the best you got
expression. He yells out, “Ceecee, baby. You want pizza?”

Ceecee yells back from her room, “I love
pizza!”

Max smirks and widens his hands in a
what
else you got
stance. Nik’s brows furrow before his face turns
triumphant. Wearing a shit-eating grin, he tells Max, “Tina wants
Chinese.”

Game over.

Tina always wins. She has this way of making
you feel bad without actually doing anything to make you feel bad.
She’s too damn sweet is what it is.

Max’s mouth pulls down into a frown. He
sighs. “Fine. We’ll get the fucking Chinese food.”

Just then Tina comes down the hall with a
smile and says, “Pizza! Yay!”

Max and I turn to look at Nik. His face
falls with defeat and Max and I burst into laughter. Getting a
cramp, I clutch my stomach. We laugh long and hard. Even Nik
chuckles and says, “Knuckleheads,” before walking into the
kitchen.

Smiling like idiots, Max wraps his arm
around my shoulder and walks me over to the sofa. He sits then
pulls me down into him. I really can’t help myself. I ask, “Where’s
Ghost?”

Max’s reply makes my good mood turn to a
blazing inferno of emotions. He answers, “With Tasha.”

He’s with Tasha? Tasha ScreamFace? Miss
Oh-God-Yes-Yes-Yes?

My chest aches and my stomach drops.

I clear my throat. “That’s nice. How long’s
he been seeing her?”

Max snorts in response. “Ghost doesn’t
see
anyone. They’re just interchangeable pussies for him. I
think he’s been fucking Tasha for a few months, but it’s just out
of laziness. He can’t be bothered finding another woman. He says
Tasha’s a wild one. He likes ‘em like that.” Completely unaware of
how much what he’s saying is hurting me, Max continues, “I don’t
think Ghost will ever settle down. It’s just not him, ya know? He
doesn’t even know how to talk to people. Sure as hell doesn’t trust
anyone. Why do you think he got into security?”

He squeezes me tight and I say, “But he’ll
get over whatever’s bothering him though, right?”

“Don’t count on it, babe,” Max replies
quietly.

Okay, so either my heart is breaking or
someone stabbed me in the boob.

Before I can contemplate what I’m feeling
right now, the front door opens. Max and I both look up from our
position on the sofa to look down the entry to the hall. Asher
walks through wearing an annoyed expression, a sexy skintight,
black long-sleeved tee, blue jeans and sneakers.

Annoyed or not, my heart soars.

He came! He’s here! Meaning he’s not fucking
Tasha! Yay!

As soon as he sees Max holding me on the
sofa, his scowl deepens. He asks in a deadly voice, “Having fun
there?”

Max just chuckles while wrapping me tighter
in his arms. “Hell yeah! I’m watchin’ TV with one of my favorite
girls. We’re having pizza tonight and Nat said she’d blow me
later.”