The Bad Boy Next Door: Lance & Chastity (4 page)

Mrs. Shields makes this strained “uhnck” sound when my dick touches her mom jeans. She hates me.

I love it.

Dad’s too drunk to notice.

With any luck, he’ll be passed out by this afternoon and I can raid this place.

I find the bathroom and close the door behind me. As expected, it’s a frilly pink girlie paradise. And the toilet seat is down. You know no men come through this joint. I toe the seat up with my grimy boot and start pissing in the bowl.

I can’t get over all the pent up pussy under one roof. The question is, do I need to pick between Chastity and her mom? It’s pretty obvious there’s no way I’ll get a three way with those two. They hate each other. I could bag them separately, but what’s the fun in that? Truth is, I have too much on my plate already. Getting in Panty Shields’ pants would be a shit ton of work. No matter how hot she is, she’s not worth the effort. Right now. I need an easy lay, not a full-time occupation. The decision is simple. Chastity obviously wants me.

I’ll fuck her first.

Who knows what the future’ll hold.

For now, since Panty Shields is drooling over Dad and he has a boner for her, he can run interference for me. That’ll be a fucking mess. I can’t wait to watch the fireworks. In the mean time, I’ll be busy popping Chastity’s cherry. Nobody will be the wiser and I’ll come out on top. And inside Chastity. Preferably bareback. I just need to get her on the pill first. Virgins like her are never on the pill.

No worries.

I’ll convince her.

I smile to myself as I shake my snake and flush the toilet, not bothering to lower the seat. I hope Panty Shields notices I left it up and gets all worked up about it. If she does, it’ll only be one tenth of how worked up she’s going to be when she finds out I’m fucking her daughter under her own roof.

Because I can’t
not
let her in on it.

What would be the fun in that?

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CHASTITY

“Who are these people?” Charity asks, leaning her head into my bedroom after Lance is gone.

“Sorry, sweetie,” Mom says. “Charity, this is Mr. McKnight. Our new neighbor. His son Lance is in the bathroom.” She says it like he’s a criminal. Somehow, that thrills me. I mean, he obviously wants to steal my virginity, so it’s somewhat accurate. But is it a crime if you give it away?

Mom flashes her eyes at me. Her look says,
I will burn you at the stake if I find out you did anything inappropriate with Lance in your bedroom before I showed up.

“Nice to meet you, Charity,” Rod says to my sister.

“Hi,” she replies.

“You look just like your mother.” He glances at me. “In fact, I’d say the three of you were sisters,” he winks at Mom, “if I didn’t know better.”

Mom blushes and flicks her fingers through her hair. “Oh now stop, Rod.”

Eye roll. She’s loving this.

“I mean it,” he says earnestly.

“Thank you, Rod,” Mom giggles. “Charity, please put some shoes on. We’re going to help the McKnights move into their house.”

I frown. Between Charity and Mom, I won’t get a moment alone with Lance. Mom is a total chaperone.

The five of us head outside. Nobody can unload the U-Haul until the trailer with the motorcycles is moved.

“Who’s motorcycles are these?” I ask as Lance rolls the racing one off the back of the trailer.

“This is mine. The other is Dad’s.”

Mr. McKnight is busy untying the blue nylon wheel straps from around the chrome and black Sons Of Anarchy motorcycle. Up close, it’s obvious the bike needs some TLC. The paint is chipped, the chrome faded and dingy, the leather seat cracked.

By contrast, Lance’s motorcycle is clean as a whistle.

“Do we have time for a ride?” I ask Lance.

“Sure,” he grins.

“You’re not riding on that,” Mom chuckles. “It isn’t safe.”

Maybe not today. But tomorrow when I’m eighteen you can bet your bottom dollar I will. Then I can run away with Lance and let fate decide our destination. Mom would totally kill me. But she can’t kill me if she can’t find me.

“It’s safe,” Mr. McKnight says to Mom. “Lance is a great rider.”

I lift my eyebrows. “See, Mom?”

She shakes her head. “No. You’re not riding on that… thing
.
” She’s milking the fact I’m still seventeen until the very last second.

Lance pushes the motorcycle into the garage. I follow. He mutters, “Don’t worry, I’ll take you for a
ride
later.” What kind of ride is he talking about? Sounds like both kinds.

“Really?” I whisper, glancing back to make sure mom isn’t listening.

“Yeah,” Lance grins. “What’re you doing tonight?”

“I’m busy.”

“No you’re not.”

I huff, “Who do you think you are, my dad?”

“Is that how you wanna play it?”

“Huh?”

“You have a daddy thing?” He winks at me.

“No!” I scowl. “Are you some kind of pervert?” Wow, I sound like a total grandma.

“Yup.” The look burning in his eyes suggests that his form of perversion is well worth the consequences.

I really need to change the subject to something else, otherwise he’s going to out me as the prude that I am. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-six. How old are you?”

Holy cow. He is
way
older than me. The idea gives me sinful shivers, which I hide. Now I really don’t want to tell him I’m seventeen. It sounds so teenagery. “Eighteen,” I lie. Even though I’m only adding a day to my age, something tells me I’m going to burn in eternity for fibbing. Something else tells me it’ll be worth it.

Lance’s devil’s grin eases onto his face. “My favorite age.”

Why do his lips have to be so lickable? I’m about to stand up on my tiptoes and start licking when Mom and Mr. McKnight wheel the other motorcycle into the empty garage. Well, Mr. McKnight does all the work but Mom prances around him like a lovesick pony.

“You guys ready to start moving boxes?” Mr. McKnight asks, toeing the kickstand with his boot and leaning the motorcycle on it.

Lance pins me with his eyes. “I’m all over the boxes. How about you,
Chastity
?” He licks his lips like he’s thinking about kissing me. “I think there’s a
box
in that truck with your name on it…”

You mean the box with your prize inside
, I almost blurt.

Picture this: me in the back of the hot sweaty truck sitting on top of moving boxes with my legs wrapped around Lance’s face. He devours me while I melt in his mouth and moan.

Goodness!

“Something on your mind?” Lance drawls.

Mom is staring at me.

“Nope!” It takes everything in my power to push the sinful images out of my mind. I swear, I wasn’t this dirty when I woke up this morning.

Maybe it
is
good that Mom is right here, because otherwise I don’t know what I’d do. Lance is literally making me stupid. Not that I mind. I suddenly realize that guys aren’t the only ones who think with their private parts. I need a cold shower. Or an exorcism. Which begs the question: can you be possessed by a hot guy? Duh.

“You guys,” Charity demands, cradling a moving box in her arms, “are we going to stand here all day or what?”

“No, sweetheart,” Mom says. “Chastity, help your sister.”

Why is everyone ruining my moments with Lance today?

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CHASTITY

The McKnights barely have any furniture and everything they own looks like it came from a thrift store or a swap meet. Rod and Lance move the big stuff including a threadbare couch and a ratty recliner while me, Mom, and Charity move the small stuff like the black plastic garbage bags full of clothes and the chairs, all of which are folding or junky.

Back at the truck, Mr. McKnight hands me a dusty guitar case.

“Is this yours?”

“It was. Now it’s Lance’s. You can put it in his room.”

“Cool.” I pass Mom on my way through the garage.

A hopeful smile flashes across her face. “Who’s guitar is that?”

“Lance’s.”

“Oh.” She looks disappointed. For the past two hours, she’s been laughing and giggling at everything Mr. McKnight says like he’s the funniest man alive, which he’s not. He’s not
not
funny, but he’s no Dane Cook. I’m sure Mom was hoping Mr. McKnight would serenade her later with this guitar. Too bad. Looks like Lance will be the one serenading me. Mom has also managed to somehow never let me be alone with Lance for more than thirty seconds. Talk about buzz kill. When Mom can’t interfere herself, she sends Charity to do her bidding.

Charity comes walking out the door to the kitchen and goes right past Mom and me, heading for our house.

“Where are you going, Chair?” Mom asks.

“To the bathroom,” she grumbles without looking back.

Mr. McKnight leans his head out of the U-Haul. “Faith? Can you help me with this?”

Mom’s eyes light up like a giddy teenager.

Much like myself whenever Lance calls
my
name.

Gross. I’m nothing like Mom.

“Coming,” Mom coos at Mr. McKnight.

Gag.

The good news is, while she’s busy with him and Charity is back home…

I make a beeline inside the McKnight house. It’s a mirror image of ours. I already know where Lance’s bedroom is. I
love
that I know where Lance’s bedroom is. Even better, his bedroom is the same as mine, only it’s flipped. It’s so romantic. Every night when I go to bed, I will be thinking about how he’s sleeping in a mirror image of my room. He even has mirrored closet doors like I do. Somehow, they connect our rooms. I can’t explain it. When I step over his threshold, I feel the familiar thrill that I’ve felt every time I’ve walked in here. It’s like I’m allowed to come and go from his bedroom whenever I please. I know the feeling won’t last after today, but I want it to last forever. I wonder when I’ll be in here again? Tonight? Tomorrow?

Hopefully.

Will I sit on the edge of this bed—
his
bed—our knees touching as we kiss for the first time? I hope so. Will I lose my virginity on this mattress, lying on a blanket of rose petals? A girl can dream.

The thought makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“You’re trapped,” Lance says behind me.

Startled, I gasp.

Lance is so tall he fills the doorway. There’s no doubt about it, Lance is not a high school boy like the guys at North Valley. He is a man.
All
man. A lock of hair dangles over one dreamy eye as he curls his grin and shakes his head. It’s the sexiest head shake ever and it promises naughtiness. “You’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs.

“I’m not?” I set his guitar case down.

“No escape.”

“None?” I swallow loudly. Not that I want to escape from him. I hereby do willingly imprison myself in Lance’s bedroom. They can throw away the key so I can never come out. All I need is food, water, and Lance. He can be my jailer and I’ll live out my remaining days doing whatever he tells me. No matter how dirty.

His eyes drink mine.

This moment is so magical I expect Mom to blunder in any second and ruin it. She’s managed to do it every time before this. But the house is silent. She must be trapped in the truck with Rod doing who knows what. Charity is still back home in the bathroom. Which means Lance and I are all alone for precious seconds.

He walks toward me.

My heart starts to pound louder than drums.

My entire chest tingles with electric anticipation.

He stops right in front of me, inches away.

I shiver noticeably.

He slides the backs of his fingers up my naked forearm. My skin fizzes pleasantly and the sensation floats up to my shoulder and spreads across my chest. My nipples harden instantly. I’m so glad I’m wearing a bra right now.

Lance’s eyelids relax and his dark fiery eyes burn into me. He lowers his face toward mine.

His lips part slightly.

He’s going to kiss me.

I’ve never been kissed by a guy.

That’s why I’m transfixed. In the past, I always had it in my head that Mom would somehow know if I ever did anything naughty, so I avoided boys like the plague. So I have zero experience in the kissing department. That’s why I can’t move. But it’s okay because I want Lance to slay me. I mean kiss me. I’m not making any sense. But everything about this moment makes perfect sense.

Strong fingers trace the contour of my jaw. I moan softly. My thighs are quivering like crazy. Wetness pools between my legs. How did that happen so fast?

Wow, this boy, I mean
man
, is incredibly bold. Not that I’m complaining. I couldn’t even if I wanted too.

His mouth is one inch from mine…

I smell leather and musk. I don’t know if it’s cologne, Axe body spray, or his natural scent, but the mixture is making me high. Not that I’ve ever been high. But whatever I’m feeling right now is what I imagine getting high is supposed to feel like.

My eyelids flutter as Lance’s mouth approaches mine. I can feel his body heat against my face.

Footsteps in the kitchen.

Mom.

My eyes pop open.

Her mom ESP must be telling her something sinful is about to happen.

Lance is a millimeter from kissing me. With Mom walking down the hallway, it may as well be a mile. Lance withdraws slowly.
Without
kissing me. The look on his face is total contentment.

No!

You didn’t kiss me!

A sweet ache clenches every muscle in my body. His fingers fall away from my jaw.

No!

He takes a step back just as Mom walks into the room holding a moving box with a small keyboard poking from the open top.

Go away Mom!! You’re ruining my moment!! Again!!!!

“Is this yours?” Mom asks Lance, clearly irritated.

“Yeah,” Lance says casually.

Did she catch us? I don’t think so. Somehow Lance managed to move all the way across the room a split second before she walked in.

I knew it.

He really is a vampire.

As if trying to make a point, Mom drops the box between me and Lance like a challenge. The contents rattle. I hope she didn’t break anything.

Lance scowls at her, only this time it’s not so cute. I don’t blame him.