Boys Next Door Page 13

  ‘They sucked cocks and took them deep and fucked and loved and wished and hoped. And then they ended up as each other’s secret.’

  He shoved my pants down and my bare ass braced itself against the wind with an armour of goose bumps. I kicked my legs wide and tilted forward, showing him I wanted him. I wanted him again and there was no preamble or need for foreplay. Deke made me wet, he turned me on. He triggered something primal in me that wanted to fuck and eat and drink and run and laugh.

  He was magic. And evil. And perfect.

  His zipper hissed like a co-conspirator and he slipped into me easily, holding my hips tightly as I held onto the stone lip of the tower. We looked out over the fall night, blanketed in navy-blue sky with small pinpricks of white where the stars lived. I pushed back and he rocked forward.

  It was a slow lazy fuck – the sex equivalent of a long bubble bath or a satisfying sleep. He thrust up high and hard and his fingers found me as he reached around. Gathering my own moisture, he rubbed me in tight hard circles until I pushed back violently, taking him deeper and coming so hard I had to swallow to keep from yelling.

  ‘That’s my girl. Give it to me, Farrell.’

  Spasm after spasm unwound inside of me and when I thought they were done, one more sweet pulse worked through me. He pushed me forward just a bit more. Possessive hands pushing on my lower back to steady me as he began a rougher rhythm. It only took a moment of driving into me, as we looked out into the night, and he was coming too. His hands biting into my flesh, making me wonder if I’d see the evidence of him holding me that way in the morning.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I shocked myself. Not Brutus – he’d just met me – but I sure as hell shocked myself, and I guess Deke as well.

  ‘You can stay the night if you want. I mean, I don’t have a proper bed yet, but …’ I poured out two more glasses of wine and he started a fire for me.

  The temperature outside had dropped even more. Deke had sniffed the air as we’d scurried home like juvenile delinquents saying, ‘Smells like snow.’

  ‘Wow. Whatever did I do to deserve that?’

  I shrugged. Maybe it was just a sex high. I mean, I’d gone at it three times in a single day and my body was pleasantly sore, my mind a hum of white satiated noise. ‘I like your company. You’re funny. You’re sexy. You can fuck like a trooper.’ I grinned when he chuckled.

  ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘Are you not?’ I plopped on the sofa and dug for the remote. My boots came off with a bit of struggle and I put my feet, swathed in lime-green slouchy socks, on the boxes I’d set up in lieu of a coffee table.

  ‘I’d love to stay. But I don’t want to … push you? Freak you out?’

  ‘I asked you. So there is no pushing and no freaking.’

  I pushed the button and a classic horror movie came up complete with manic serial killer in his white hockey mask brandishing his machete.

  ‘You in?’ I nodded to the screen.

  ‘That depends,’ Deke said, leaning over the back of the sofa and kissing the back of my neck so softly I shivered and my nipples spiked painfully hard under the warm cotton of my T-shirt. ‘Is there … popcorn?’

  I brought out a husky sex-kitten whisper. ‘Well … there’s a bag of popcorn, and oil and a pot and … butter.’

  ‘In!’ he shouted, shaking his fists at the sky, being a total nut. ‘The woman has popcorn … and she likes it the old-fashioned way! Booyah!’ he yelled, pumping a fist at the exposed beam ceiling. ‘I’m making a double batch,’ he said and hurried off.

  I tried to ignore the fact that there was something supremely satisfying and comforting about hearing him in there.

  * * *

  ‘Wakey, wakey.’

  I rolled away from him, knowing he was going to make me get up. And I didn’t want to get up. We’d made a makeshift bed on the floor with cushions, blankets and two thick foam bed pads I’d happened to have in the detritus of my move. My body reminded me as I moved that I wasn’t a teenager any more. I ached.

  I’d not dreamt of fairy-tale characters or pigs or ovens this time. This time I dreamt of Maxwell and Sidney, in love but kept apart. Maxwell building a tower as a monument to his love, watching over the man he adored from up high. Not able to be with him.

  Bleh.

  Romantic and sad, and it was too early for that.

  ‘Wakey, wakey,’ Deke repeated.

  ‘No,’ I sighed.

  ‘Come on. Don’t you have to go dip dogs or something.’ His hand curved along my bottom, warm and strong. It didn’t take Deke long to nudge his hand in-between my thighs from behind. He cosied up to me and I could feel glorious morning wood pressing to my crack.

  ‘What day is it?’ I groaned. I’d lost track since moving.

  ‘Saturday.’ He nuzzled the back of my neck and I shivered. The room was full of grey light and I could hear the wind blowing outside again. A dry sound rattled in my ears and I figured it was the million and one pounds of leaves outside my house.

  I would need a leaf blower.

  ‘Don’t I get to not dip dogs on Saturdays?’

  He chuckled, pushing his hand into the back of pyjama pants, stroking my skin with his knuckles. ‘Nope. Donna’s is closed Sundays and Mondays. But don’t worry – Saturday is a short day. Nine to one. Only four hours of furry friends.’

  ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

  I felt Deke smile against my neck. His hands travelling up – slow and sensual – to cup my breasts. My nipples immediately rose up to meet the press of his flesh.

  ‘Teasing you, fondling you, or the fact that you let me stay over?’ He pinched, pinched, pinched my nipples tight until an echoing thud sounded in my cunt. Made somehow deeper and richer due to the fact that I’d yet to use the restroom.

  ‘Yes,’ I said, but the word was more of a gasp.

  ‘Yes,’ he replied.

  I pushed my pyjama pants down and felt him slide against me, Deke slept in the nude. I wasn’t surprised at all when he told me that.

  He rolled me to my belly, hands still moulded to my breasts, his lips warm on the back of my neck. His cock was fully hard and nudging me impudently. I laughed softly; there was a sweetness to this lazy kind of fucking. I parted my legs, letting him prod me. When the tip of his cock brushed my drenched opening, he hissed, ‘You’re so hot.’

  ‘You’re pretty hot yourself,’ I said. I slipped my hand between my body and the mattress, pressing my clit a single time to test. I was right; the fact that I had to pee added a pressure and an urgency. I parted my legs a bit more, pushed my ass up and encouraged him in.

  ‘You have the tightest pussy, Farrell. Did you know that? It’s like being squeezed by a hot wet fist. It’s so …’ He broke off as he slid into me, the reality of my pussy more important than his description of it.

  The force of his controlled thrusts drove me down against my own hand, against my own frantic fingertips as I rushed to get off. I wanted to come fast and then come again. Deke pumped into me, his mouth on the back of my neck, his hair tickling my cheek.

  ‘I’m not going to last long. I can feel what you’re doing.’

  ‘Give me two,’ I said. ‘I have to pee.’ I laughed. ‘And somehow it’s adding a whole new dimension to this thing.’

  ‘Two. So greedy – even first thing in the morning.’ But he was teasing me because I heard him laugh.

  I thrust back against him gently to get him in deeper, I was prone under him so the weight of his body crushed me with every thrust. He pinched my nipples again and I came, a thick flexing orgasm that seemed to echo throughout my entire pelvis.

  ‘Oh, fuck,’ I laughed. ‘Weird.’

  ‘You are soaked,’ he said.

  ‘You are talented,’ I reminded him.

  He pulled me up on hands and knees, the covers still bunched and draped over us. The room a little brighter, but still grey.

  I didn’t touch my clit this time, simply bowed under him w
hen he said, ‘Put your head down. Shoulders too.’

  I did. My forehead pressed the bedding, my shoulders kissing soft cotton. I let him tilt my hips just as he liked and drive into me. Deke kept one hand spread possessively along my lower back and I heard his breath ripping in and out of him as he struggled to stay in control.

  The tip of his thick cock was brushing my G-spot with every stroke and finally I simply said, ‘Done’ and came in powerful spasms around him.

  ‘Fuck.’ He laughed and then he was done too.

  We rolled together and I kissed him hurriedly – forehead, nose, lips. ‘I have to go pee or I’ll die.’

  In the bathroom, I realised how ‘Saturday morning domestic’ that had been. How intimate with its familiarity and affection.

  I eyed myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. ‘Careful, Farrell,’ I warned my reflection.

  He distracted me with, ‘I’m making coffee, because you only have two hours before you go to the dogs!’ from the other room. ‘Ha! Go to the dogs, get it?’

  It was nice. Coffee and omelette and the morning news. A quick shower together – no nookie – but kissing and getting dressed in a rush. He had a deer to dress for a local farmer: I had dogs to deal with.

  It was good.

  Until we went outside.

  * * *

  I sort of felt him before I saw him. A coolness came over me as I stooped to pick up the newspaper; Deke on my heels at the front door.

  ‘Well, if this isn’t just so fucking Ozzie and Harriet,’ Cooper said. He crossed his arms, lanky body bunched with disapproval. But it was more than that. I was pretty sure I saw a tiny flash of jealousy or hurt before he’d set his face in a stoic mask.

  ‘Good morning, Cooper,’ Deke said. ‘How are you this fine morning?’ He smiled his Satan smile and yes, I knew he was gloating some.

  ‘Shut up, Deke,’ Cooper snapped.

  ‘You shut up.’ I’d had just about enough of this caustic shit. ‘What is your problem? You don’t have any right to come get in anyone’s shit. Do you hear me?’

  ‘So I can just come to get my dick wet, is that it?’

  Heat flooded my face and Deke put a hand on my back. He knew that I wasn’t exclusive. I was fairly certain he knew about Coop and Stephen. But the anger and vulgarity had set me on edge and he could feel it. We’d just spent hours wrapped around each other in various ways, so he would have had to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to pick up on my altered body language.

  ‘Why don’t you leave, Coop?’ It didn’t sound like a suggestion. He’d moved around in front of me and I’d never seen his jovial face look so serious. Or angry.

  He was truly angry.

  ‘Why don’t you leave, Deke?’

  Deke took a step forward and I held my breath. Male pissing contest. Did anyone want to start the fucking day this way? I didn’t.

  ‘Knock it off,’ I growled. Stomping down the steps I passed them both and then lucky me, here came Stephen holding a bag of donuts and looking disillusioned.

  ‘So he gets to stay but you won’t stay with me?’ He said it low and he sounded hurt.

  I think it was the hurt part that pissed me off the most. I hadn’t lied to a single one of them. Had been upfront from day one. So why was I dealing with a caveman brouhaha on my porch and a hurt anime-eyed pretty boy on my front lawn.

  ‘I told you from the start that I wasn’t up for … anything. And I do what I want, Stephen. Last night I wanted him to stay.’

  ‘And the night before that you wanted to suck my cock,’ Coop growled.

  That’s when Deke took a swing at him and I did the only thing I could think to do. I grabbed the bag of donuts from Stephen – still looking hurt and still pissing me off – and winged them at the other two like a missile.

  The bag hit and split and donuts when flying. Cooper clocked Deke who grabbed a fistful of Coop’s hair as he went down. He managed to land a glancing blow as he fell.

  I considered throwing the garden gnome at them but then just shook my head, screaming, ‘Knock it off or I’m getting the goddamned hose!’

  I was glad at that moment that we had no other neighbours but ourselves. This was like a white trash hoedown.

  They continued to wrestle and scuffle and I was screaming, Stephen was cooing in my ear but I couldn’t understand him. I took off my clog and threw it at them, thinking I had hit an all time low. It hit Coop’s head and bounced off hard enough to smack Deke in the face.

  A burble of hysterical laughter ripped out of me and Stephen whispered, ‘Are you okay?’

  ‘No! I am not okay!’ I was screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. ‘Stop it! Stop it right now.’

  Stephen was pawing at me and I swatted him – suddenly irate with all of them – and hissed, ‘Don’t touch me.’

  Coop was sitting on the ground, stunned; Deke was kneeling and rubbing his forehead.

  ‘What is wrong with you?’ I growled. ‘Look at this. You are covered in donuts. And grass. I’m wearing … one shoe!’

  ‘Farrell –’ Stephen started

  ‘Shut up!’ I whirled on him. ‘They’re two combative children, but you …’ I sighed. ‘You come over here with the guilt factor and the sad fucking face. What are you … four?’

  I ran my hands through my hair and could feel it stand on end – whether it was from me mussing it or sheer frustration I couldn’t tell.

  ‘You know, I thought I could be honest with you all and we could all be … grown-ups?’

  Or at least adult pigs …

  ‘But I was wrong. You can never be honest about stuff like this. It doesn’t work.’

  ‘Well, Stephen came over all sad because he’s caught in the middle. Wants it from you and from me.’ Coop levelled a finger at me.

  ‘Shut up, Coop,’ Deke said, but the real fight had gone out of him. He was eyeing me warily and I could tell he was trying to gauge my true anger level.

  ‘Well, it’s true.’

  ‘Big fucking deal,’ Stephen barked. ‘Once upon a time I wanted you.’

  Two bright splotches stood out on his cheeks and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

  ‘Once upon a time? Like yesterday? Admit it; you’d like nothing better than to be stuck in-between me and her.’

  Stephen’s hands flexed into fists at his thighs, but he just shook his head, clenching his jaw.

  ‘I’d love to stand around and be an asshole with all of you,’ I said, my ire still up. ‘But I’m already late for work.’

  ‘Listen, Farrell, it got out –’ Deke started.

  I held up my hand. I’d had enough. I’d tried to tell the truth, I’d tried to be upfront. I’d tried to be a woman enjoying herself and doing what she wanted and being open about it. But it had all turned into a giant mess and I was done.

  ‘Save it. I don’t want to see any of you. Since you can’t act civil even though I’ve never lied or deceived any of you … I’m done. Out. Finis.’ I waved, heading toward my car. ‘Bye. You can go back to killing each other if you want.’

  After a second thought, I stomped back up the steps, opened my door, caught the ball of fluff named Brutus that leapt at me, and locked up again. Then I stomped to my car, got in and started her up with the only male I could be myself around – my brand new dog. I was done with the three little pigs. If I wanted to get laid I’d find a nice non-storybook character, normal, some non-neighbour man and go out with him.

  They were all standing there watching as I drove away.

  Chapter Twenty

  ‘Uh-oh. What happened to you?’ Joy gave me a wry smile and proceeded to try and untangle what appeared to be a huge ball of tangled leashes and collars. ‘Damn shippers,’ she muttered.

  ‘Nothing. Nothing happened to me.’ I put Brutus down, who promptly galloped in huge circles around the store like a show pony.

  ‘Lies,’ she snorted.

  ‘We’ve only known you a few days and can read it plainly on your pretty face,’ Donn
a said. She walked in wiping her hands on a towel printed with bright-pink poodles. ‘Spill. You have to have girlfriends in your new home or you’ll explode.’

  ‘I’d rather explode,’ Joy grunted. She’d only extricated three collars and was frowning at the rest of the mess.

  ‘You are a liar,’ Donna said matter-of-factly. Joy didn’t bat a lash. ‘I’m your friend and you know it. The only problem is you’d rather die a fiery death than admit to having a friend or ever needing someone.’

  Joy smiled, but said nothing.

  ‘Now, spill,’ Donna said. She waved a hand at me as she walked to the alcove and started pouring out three coffees. ‘I’m listening.’

  I guess I had no choice. Brutus sat by my feet and looked up as if he were waiting too.

  ‘I am … seeing the men who live across from me.’

  Joy looked up, her attention nabbed. ‘All of them?’ She blinked. She knew who lived across from me.

  ‘Yes. All of them,’ I said. A sigh slipped out of me as I took the cup of coffee offered by my new boss. Somewhere in the back a dog yipped.

  Donna yelled, ‘Coming, Sheba!’ And then to me, ‘That dog is more spoiled than any child I know. Now go on.’

  ‘And I was upfront with them,’ I muttered. ‘You know, about not wanting anything serious. Or exclusive. Or any of that crap!’ I finished loudly. God, I was so frustrated.

  ‘And they can’t handle it,’ Donna said, chuckling.

  ‘No.’

  ‘But they said they could?’ Joy asked, pulling another collar free of the knot.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘And you believed them?’ She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  ‘I … well … yes,’ I finished. The phone rang and everyone looked at it including me. Then I realised they were looking at me and waiting. ‘Oh!’ I said and grabbed it. ‘Donna’s Dog Salon, how can I help you?’

  ‘Easy girl,’ Donna said on a chuckle.

  There had been a bit of anger in that greeting.

  I winced and mouthed, ‘Sorry.’

  ‘Oh, we’re open until one today,’ I told the lady when asked. ‘And as for Captain Kipper’s cat food I …’