Neighbors (Twin Estates #1) (16 page)

“Please
what?
”

“Wulf, I want ...”

The hand on her throat squeezed tighter, the hand on her stomach moved lower, but neither pushed her over the edge she was so desperately seeking. She stood on the balls of her feet, almost crying from the tension running through her body.

“If you can't even say what you fucking want,” he growled, his breath hot against her face. “I don't know why I should bother giving it to you.”

“Please, I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. The chuckle she heard sounded more like a growl, and she moaned when she felt his tongue against her ear.

“What was that? I couldn't quite hear you,” he hissed.

“Just fuck me,” she hissed right back.

“
Just
fuck you? That's it? My, your demands are so very simple.”

Alright, Wulfric. You win.

“Please, Wulf,” she purred, placing one of her hands over his own and moving it down between her legs. “Fuck me right now. Right here. Against this window. Fuck me so hard, people down on the street will hear me screaming your name.”

She'd never spoken like that before, to anyone. She briefly wondered if it was too much. If she sounded ridiculous. But then he was slamming his dick into her, and she realized it wasn't too much at all.

Jesus, I should've been talking like this years ago.

“I thought that was going to take you all fucking night,” he groaned as he bucked his hips against her. Slow and gentle certainly wasn't on the menu that night – he just instantly started fucking her like it was his job. She couldn't even respond. Could barely breathe. He was pounding the air from her lungs, and the hand on her throat was ensuring she couldn't suck any of it back in.

“See what happens when you do as I ask? You get rewarded,” he panted, finally moving his hands. She sucked in air greedily and managed to nod.

“Yes. Yes, thank you. God, thank you so much,” she moaned. He gripped her hips and yanked them further away from the glass, forcing her to bend at almost a right angle. The new position enabled him to fuck her even harder, something she hadn't thought was possible. She shrieked with every thrust, her hands beating against the window.

“So polite. So sweet. Katya Tocci, best fucking dessert I've ever had.”

She shrieked again as she was whirled around. She thought she was going to fall over, the position she was in wasn't favorable when competing against gravity, but she didn't have to worry. Wulf always had a plan. She was slammed down against the conference table top. She pressed her cheek to the hard wood and let out a long groan when his hips started slamming against her again.

“The best. God, you're the best,” she was whispering. Babbling, unsure even of what exactly she was saying. She had her arms stretched out to the sides, gripping the edges of the table, but he roughly grabbed her right arm and yanked it back.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, lifting her hips enough so she could work her hand between them and the table.

“
Oh my god.
”

One press of her fingertips, and she shot off like a starter pistol. Screamed as an orgasm rocked every single nerve ending. She went to pull her hand away so she could bathe in the sensations, but Wulf's hand flattened over her own, his fingers working above hers. She whimpered and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Became too much for her. Overwhelmed her. Yet still, he forced more, his fingers pressing even harder. It wasn't until she was lifting her feet off the ground, her free hand pounding on the table top, begging him for mercy, begging him to stop, that he let her go.

And immediately, she missed his touch.

Before she could plead with him to start all over again, though, he had his own orgasm. He came with a shout, dragging his nails down her back before grabbing onto her hips. Digging his fingers into her flesh. While he throbbed inside of her, bruises throbbed on the outside of her, and every nerve ending throbbed within her.

“Holy shit, Tocci,” he panted, and she felt him lean forward. Felt his forehead against her back.

“You … you were … that was incredible,” she whispered, still finding it hard to breathe.

“I know.”

“Jesus, it was like you were angry at me.”

“I was. You should've given me that show a week ago, how dare you keep something so wonderfully inappropriate from me.”

She managed a laugh.

“Duly noted. Next time I learn a new trick, I'll share it with you immediately.”

“You had better,” he growled, and she yelped when she felt his teeth against her skin.

“You're going to leave marks,” she commented, raising a hand to rub at the bite on her neck.

“Good. Every time you see one, you'll think of where it came from. Who gave it to you.”

Before she could respond to such a bold statement, he moved away from her and yanked her upright. She stumbled a little and he laughed, then helped her wiggle her panties back into place. He put his own pants back to rights while she struggled with her leggings, but before she could put on her shirt, he was kissing her again. She coiled her arms around his neck and sighed.

“I thought we were having dinner,” she snickered as they stumbled around the room.

“We were, but then someone decided to do a strip tease on my conference table. Do you know how hard it's going to be to have meetings in here now?”

“Good, you deserve it. Jesus, that was amazing,” she moaned, rolling her head on her shoulders. “What got into you? You were so wild.”

“
You,
” he whispered, bending his head down to kiss the hollow of her throat. “You sit there, so pretty. So perfect. So completely unaware of how fucking sexy you are. Sometimes … I can't help myself when I'm around you. I have to
make
you aware.”

She made him lose control. Never in a million years would she have thought she could have that effect on a man, let alone one as amazing as Wulfric Stone. Katya groaned and lifted her leg to his hip, trying to get closer to him. Wanting to feel all of him, all over again.

“You can do that
any time
,” she whispered.

“I know – I wasn't asking permission,” he whispered back, and then his hands went down the back of her leggings.

Who needs to eat when I can just feed off his passion? Food is overrated, anyway.

Liam was in trouble.

Smiling and selling himself came second nature to him, it's part of what made him such an effective business owner. He could smile in someone's face and make them laugh, even as he fired them. He could sell a woman in white gloves a ketchup popsicle. He could certainly sell himself to Katya as a charming, happy-go-lucky, only interested in sex kinda dude.

Because that's what he was, usually. He'd seen her profile, learned about her, and wanted to push her buttons. Tease his prim-and-proper next door neighbor. He'd never expected her to explode out of her shell the way she had – he was still blown away by their first night together.

But he hadn't expected her to be so endearing. Sassy. She was funny, and watching her discover herself, seeing her test her own boundaries, was special to him. She was a very willing student, and Liam was an excellent tutor, so they fit well together in bed. They fit even better outside of bed.

That was the problem, right there. Every time she smiled at him, teased him, complained about him, he liked her even more. Less and less of his time was being spent thinking about what new and nasty thing he could get her to do, and more was being put towards figuring out how to just spend time with her. How to get her to look at him the way he looked at her.

Stupid fucking
New Guy
.
Fuck him
. And fuck Liam for taking it so far. It was all his fault, he was very aware of that – everything. He should've fucked her, then just let it go. Goal attained, mission accomplished. It had all been for a laugh.

Now, he was in too deep to pull away from her. He spent almost more time at her building than he did his own. He was addicted to pushing her buttons, to seeing her reactions, to hearing her laughter. They hadn't slept together in a while, she'd backed away from that aspect of their relationship, and he didn't even care.

“I am so fucked,” he whispered, dropping his head to his desk.

This is gonna be bad. This is gonna be so bad. How do I tell her everything? It won't end well. Correction, it
will
end. Completely. She'll never speak to me again. And I don't know if I can handle that.

*

Katya spent most of her time in a lust induced haze, anymore. She managed to turn everything off for work, that was the only time she could concentrate. She would
not
put her job in jeopardy for those boys. But from the moment she woke up till she got in the door of the bakery, and the second she left the bakery till she went to bed, she was thinking about them. Answering texts from Liam, making plans to meet on the roof and have pizza. Talking to Wulf, meeting him for stolen kisses in alleyways between their work places.

It was overwhelming in the best way possible, but still – despite all that and her case load from work, she was finally able to pull her head out of her ass long enough to realize something.

“
Holy shit, you lost your job, didn't you?
”

She and her roommate stared at each other. Katya had gone home for lunch, something she rarely did. Tori had left the house at the same time as her, around eight in the morning, yet there the other woman was, sitting at the kitchen table, wearing shorts and a hoodie. It was like tumblers fell into a lock in her brain, opening Katya's eyes. Tori had been home a lot, always showing up at lunch time, staying home when Katya stayed home.
Always around.

“I'm … I'm sorry,” Tori whispered, then burst out crying.

I'm an awful friend.

Katya dropped the bags she'd been carrying and she hurried to her friend. Tori had been there long before boys had ever been a thing to Katya – they'd met their sophomore year in high school, had been inseparable ever since, much to Katya's mother's chagrin. Tori was a “bad influence”. Oh, if Mrs. Tocci only knew how much.

They sniffled and cried, then Katya bundled Tori up in a blanket. While her friend tried to get control of herself, Katya made soup and got down the special reserves.
Vodka
.

“Why didn't you say anything?” Katya asked. She'd called in at work, letting them know she wouldn't be back, then she'd changed into her yoga pants and a hoodie of her own. She sat next to Tori, her legs propped up on a chair across the way. Tori's feet were in her lap and Katya was absentmindedly massaging them.

“I didn't want you to be mad,” Tori sighed, slurping at her soup. “It happened a couple days before we made that dating profile for you. I was freaking out, I didn't want you to think I couldn't pay rent.”

“How could you think I'd be mad? I mean, yeah, if you can't pay rent, we'll need to figure something out, but that's it. I'm not gonna kick you out,” Katya told her.

“I know, I know. I'm awful. I just felt so … stupid. Here you are, with this amazing career that just sky rocketed. And I'm some paper jockey in a stupid marketing agency. Then you met those guys, and you were so happy. Like for the first time ever, for reals happy with yourself, and I didn't want to ruin it, or distract you. I figured for once, we could overlook my issues and concentrate on yours.”

It was a sweet sentiment. Tori had always been a wild child, they'd spent many a night cursing her ex-boyfriends, of which there were many. Katya'd had to bail her out of jail once, when she'd keyed one of the unfortunate dudes' car. She'd bounced from job to job, but she'd been at the ad agency for over six months. Katya had thought something had finally stuck.

“Hey, you know what would make me feel better?” Tori sniffled.

“What?”

“One of your coffee cakes.”

“Can't,” Katya sighed. “Oven is still broken.”

“Still!? Did you send an e-mail?”

“Several.”

“And Liam?”

“He said he'd talk to the management company, but he's busy with his club, I don't want to bug him.”

“This is stupid. No job, no boyfriend, and now no cake. My life sucks,” Tori grumbled, burying her face in her arms. Katya heaved a sigh.

“How about we make a pact now, that no matter what is going on in whose life, we always take time to help each other?” she suggested.

“Sounds good.”

“And my career isn't that amazing. I'm lucky, and I work really, really hard. Sometimes … sometimes I honestly wonder if it's worth the stress I put myself under. Sometimes, Tori, I wish I was more like you,” Katya was completely honest. Her roommate looked shocked.

“Seriously!?”

“Yeah. You never care what people think, you do whatever you want. I've never gotten to be that free.”

“Maybe I need to be less free ...”

“Maybe I need to be less closed off ...”

They were both silent for a while, deep in their own thoughts. Then Tori took a deep breath and pulled the vodka bottle closer.

“Alright then. Let's get royally fucked up – it's the only thing that can save today.”

A couple hours and most of the bottle later, Tori made good on her word. Both of them were proper drunk. They'd moved to sit on the floor in the living room, sharing a bag of popcorn. Tori had just gotten done telling a story about the time she'd tried to date a guy who was heavily into the world of BDSM. She hadn't been able to get into it, the whole sexual lifestyle thing, though she'd appreciated his very thorough approach to sex.

“Liam put me on one of those cross thingies,” Katya said, then hiccuped.

“
No fucking way!
You had sex on a St. Andrew's Cross!?” Tori gasped.

“No. I'm like you, I'm not really into all that, I think. But at his club,”
hiccup
, “there was some sort of convention. He showed me some stuff, some things. Strapped me in,”
hiccup
, “and I almost thought it was going to happen, but then we had Chinese food instead.”
Hiccup
.

“That man is a waste on you, I swear. When you're done playing with him, send him my way,” Tori groaned. Katya frowned and poured herself another shot.

“Wouldn't that be kind of weird? Hey, my roommate's dating this dude I used to fuck,” she pointed out.
Fuck
. A word that used to make her feel guilty. Now it spilled out of her mind and out of her mouth with ease.

Times, they are a changin'.

“Who said I wanted to date him?”

“I just assumed ...”

“
You're
not dating him, yet you two fuck.”

Katya waited for the blush to take over her face, but it never came. She smiled. She was finally becoming desensitized.

“Very true. Still. Kinda weird.”

“Whatever. Describe his dick to me, so I have something to look forward to.”

Okay, not that desensitized. She coughed on her shot of vodka, dribbling it everywhere.

“I'm not describing his dick to you, sorry. If he wants to show it to you, trust me, he will,” Katya assured her.

“You're so lame. Then what about the other dude? You've told me everything about sex club man, but you never talk about the lone wolf man,” Tori said. Katya frowned deeper and poured yet another shot, cleaning out the last of the vodka.

“It's … different,” was all she managed to say.

“How so?”

It's special.

She felt awful thinking it – her time with Liam was special, too. Liam was
very
special. But her moments with Wulf were something else. If Liam was discovering a new side to Katya, then she was getting to discover the new pieces of Wulf. The ones he normally kept hidden away from the world. It was beyond special to her. She didn't want to share it with anyone. She wanted those moments, those memories, to only belong to the two of them.

I want to be special to him, too.

“It just is, I don't really want to talk about it,” she finally answered.

“Oh my god, Katya, you l
oooooove
him,” Tori sang at her.

“I do not. I've only been seeing him for a few weeks.”

“So? Your vagina is certainly in love with him.”

“My vagina and my heart are two very different things. One is a lot smarter than the other.”

“Hmmm, I'm still putting my money on your vagina.”

Katya took the last shot, then stood up while Tori searched for her phone. The other girl was demanding pizza, struggling to call Dominos. While she did that, Katya stumbled back to her bedroom, looking for her own phone. When she picked it up, she glared down at the screen. A wedding cake she'd done for the mayor's daughter stared back at her. Katya had been proud of the cake – was still proud of it. And yet … was that really her biggest joy in her life? Her job?

She looked around her room. It was simple enough. Big by San Francisco standards, but much smaller than the one she'd had while growing up. It was a narrow room, so she'd had a lot of space at the foot of the bed, and she'd put in a nice drafting table. She used it to sketch ideas for future desserts, things she wanted to try, stuff she wanted to show to clients. Underneath it were random cooking accessories, promotional items from the bakery, stuff she kept meaning to try and use. A dresser sat on the opposite wall, and on top of it were rows and stacks of cook books.

Is my whole life about my work? When did that happen?

Before she knew what she was doing, Katya thumbed open her phone and pressed a button. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. She frowned and called again. Kept calling, back to back, for two minutes straight.

“Goddamn, Tocci, you better be fucking dying,” Wulf's voice growled down the line. “I was in a meeting.”

“I'm very drunk,” she slurred, kneeling on her mattress.

“What?”

“Tori lost her job, we got drunk,” she explained.

“You're drunk.”

“Sooooo drunk.”

“And you called me.”

“Sooooo called you.”

She expected him to get mad. To snap at her. Call her silly or stupid, then hang up on her. But he didn't. He was silent for a moment, then his warm chuckle filled her ear, and all was right in her world. She slowly laid down, stretching out below the pillows.

“This is very cute, and I'll admit, I'm curious to see just how wild you're willing to get while in this condition, but I'm a very busy man.”

Yet he wasn't hanging up on her, so she took that as encouragement.

“You're always busy. I'm always busy. Let's be busy
together
,” she suggested.

“Hmmm, what did you have in mind?”

“Come over and I'll show you.”

“Tempting, Tocci, but I'm trying to close on a fifteen million dollar property.”

“Is fifteen million dollars worth more to you than pussy?”

She slapped a hand over her own mouth. Had she really just said that!? She'd never in her life said anything like that to a man. To
anyone
. She'd completely shocked herself and she glanced out her open bedroom door, wondering if Tori had heard her.