Wicked Neighbor

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Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent

 
ISBN: 978-1-77233-352-7

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WICKED NEIGHBOR

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Charlotte Harris made her way back from grabbing the
mail to pause when she saw the sixth blonde of the week leaving her neighbor’s
house. She couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His hand was in the blonde’s hair
as the other gripped her ass tightly. Charlotte heard the moans from the few
feet she was away from him. Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she took in the way
he held onto the woman. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, showing off the array of ink
she saw every time he mowed the lawn.

Bryan Webb, her wicked neighbor with the revolving
front door. She couldn’t believe how many different women went in and out of
his house every day of the week. He could be mistaken for a porn star with how
many women he fucked.

Stop it. Stop thinking about everything he’s getting and you’re not.

She stared down at the letters in her hand, seeing
nothing of any importance.

“How are you doing, neighbor?” Bryan asked, drawing
her attention back to him. The blonde was climbing into her car, already moving
on.

“Erm, I’m fine.
You?”

“I can’t complain with life.” He raised his arms out
showing off the expanse of muscles.

Charlotte nodded. “Great.” She had nothing else to say
to him. This was how it always was with her, tongue-tied, and she wasn’t even
attracted to him. Okay, he was a good looking man, hot, sexy, but he wouldn’t
even look twice at her. He was into blondes, and she was a brunette with brown
eyes, bad fashion sense, and nothing else going for her.

He still hadn’t moved.

“I’m going to go inside,” she said, pointing at her
home. She stared at the ground before looking into his startling blue eyes.
Licking her lips she did her best to smile, knowing in her heart she failed
miserably. “Bye.”

“Have a nice day. If it’s okay with you, I’m going to
mow the lawn today.”

“That’s fine. I’ll get you, erm, some iced tea or
lemonade if you want?”

“Sounds good to
me.”

She nodded, making her escape quickly into her home.
Talking with Bryan was a lot harder than she imagined. They’d been neighbors
now for over a year, and she still struggled to look him in the eye. His
dominating presence always had her on edge, and mixed with the new lady friend
every day, she felt out of place.

Glancing out the window she saw he was looking at her
house with a frown. Charlotte quickly moved away from the window, not wanting
to gain any attention herself. The neighborhood was a good one, which was why
she liked living there. She worked online designing websites and book covers
for several publishing houses. Her income was modest, but she paid for the
house out of her inheritance from her grandparents. It was a street filled with
older people or families with young children. She and Bryan were the odd ones
out in the street. Charlotte really didn’t know why Bryan even lived in such a
quiet part of the world. Nothing actually
happened
other than the occasional ball to the window, which parents always paid for.
She’d never experienced anything bad during her time there.

Charlotte didn’t even know when she’d started paying
attention to Bryan’s private life.

Maybe because you don’t have one.

She’d left college and a bad relationship behind. There
was a time when she used to be outgoing, happy with life. Now, she was just
happy to be at home with her computer and her own company. So much had been lost
to her over the years. At twenty-five she shouldn’t be confined to her home.
She doubted she’d ever grace Bryan’s doorstep and do the walk of shame, but she
should at least be dating.

Okay, so she wasn’t alone. She did have friends. Her
friends just happened to be her happily married neighbors. Susan and Michael
Lewis, who lived to her right while Bryan lived on her left, were her friends.
She had babysat for them several times, so their marriage remained strong and
they got time to themselves.

Walking into her kitchen, she placed the mail onto the
counter before filling up her kettle for some coffee. She had a long day ahead
of her in her office, and she was already on edge from the brief encounter with
her neighbor.

The sound of her backdoor opening had her jumping to
see Susan herself coming in.

“I brought you some pumpkin rolls,” she said, looking
happy with a spring in her step.

“Why have you brought me pumpkin rolls?”

Over the last two years she’d been the one to take
baked goods next door, not the other way around.

“Well, I’ve got a favor to ask.”

“And here I was hoping that you were just happy to see
me.” Charlotte took the wrapped package, inhaling the wonderful warm scent.
“They’re freshly made as well. What do you want?”

“Well, Michael’s business partner is flying in from
London on Friday, and we’re thinking of going out to drinks.”

“So?”

“You’re free and he’s free. You’re both single—”

“I’m not going on a double date.”

“Please, Charlotte. If you don’t go he’ll bring one of
his plastic dolls, and all she does is laugh and comment on the latest diet
she’s on.” Susan pouted. “Look at me—I can’t stick to a diet to save my life.”

“Michael loves you. You’re not using me because you’re
worried he’s going to look elsewhere. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Susan.
He’s devoted and loves you so much.”

Susan rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, please come
because Daniel really wants you to be there.”

“Daniel?”

“Don’t you remember him? He was at that barbeque a
couple of months back. You talked about heading up a new website for the
company?”

Charlotte vaguely remembered him. Daniel was like
Bryan, a total player and not someone she wanted to be dating.

“I don’t know, Susan. I’m really not the dating kind,
and Daniel, he really is.” She hated double dating. Two people thrown together
for their friends’ sakes didn’t make for the ideal date to her.

“Come on, Daniel is amazing. He likes you, and he
asked if you were going to be there. Please, Charlotte. I’ll owe you.”

She frowned and hated turning her friends down. “Fine,
I’ll go.”

“Excellent. This Friday, dress sexy.”

“I don’t own anything sexy.”

“You do. You just refuse to wear it. So, how’s the hot
neighbor?” Susan asked, walking toward the window overlooking the front garden.

“He’s fine. I think.”

They both agreed he was hot, just not for either of
them. Susan was happy with her man Michael while Charlotte was happy to be
alone.

“You think?”

“He’s doing the lawn soon.”

“I saw you talking to him from my house.”

“That’s all he said, he was doing the lawn.”

“Really?”

“He was groping another blonde. There’s nothing else
going on. Do you think we’re friends?”

“Well, you’re neighbors and you talk to him.”

“A casual greeting is not really talking to him. I
talk to you and Michael more than I talk to Bryan.”

“Damn, you’re living next door to a fine piece of ass
and I’m struggling to get you to go on a date. It’s pitiful.”

“I like working.”

“Honey, there’s more to life than working. I should
know. I’m a married woman with kids.”

Charlotte laughed. “There’s nothing more important to
you, but I’m happy with my life, really, I am.” She didn’t need men or anything
else to have a complete life.

“You’re seriously in denial. How do you handle your
needs?”

The sad truth was she didn’t have any needs. No, she
didn’t touch or play with herself. She’d tried only to find herself embarrassed
by her complete lack of enjoyment.

“I take care of them.” The lie fell easily from her
lips. She didn’t need or want anyone in her life. At least, that’s what she
told herself regularly.

****

“You can come if you’d like,” Michael said. “Bring a
date.”

“Daniel’s bringing a date?” Bryan asked, uncapping his
soda as he stared at the married man opposite. He liked Michael and Susan. They
were a lovely couple, and they also provided him with information on the pesky
brunette living between them. Charlotte was so quiet and withdrawn. He barely
got a conversation out of her, and he’d tried, boy, had he tried.

“Susan’s setting him up with one. Well, not really
setting him up. Dan’s asked for us to invite Charlotte along.”

Bryan swallowed down his mouthful of soda. “Dan wants
Charlotte?
Our mousy next door neighbor?”

“She’s not really mousy, Bryan. You don’t know her.
The kids adore her, and Susan dotes on her as well.”

“I don’t know what you guys see.”

“Maybe we’re a comfort to her whereas you’re banging
every woman you come into contact with.”

“I have a healthy sex life.” Bryan shrugged, thinking
about Brandie. She’d given him one hell of a workout last night. The blonde was
so incredibly bendy in all the right places. He’d fucked her mouth, pussy, and
ass last night. Six condoms hadn’t been enough for what he’d wanted to do to
her. She was a nice little submissive who loved the brand of dominance he liked
to give. Bryan wasn’t into safe words, or even strict rules, but he did like to
frequent BDSM clubs. He liked to be in charge without all the leather and
labels people liked to put to it.

“That’s all you have.”

“If I bring a date, can I come?” Bryan asked, curious
about Charlotte. There was something about her that intrigued him. Like this
morning, she hadn’t looked at him with disgust when she watched him groping
Brandie. She’d stared then looked down at her mail as if it was the most
natural thing in the world to see.

Unlike a lot of women in the street she didn’t pester
him for conversation or prolonged explanations about what he was doing. She
simply treated him like a neighbor. Later today when he mowed the lawn, she’d
present him with a drink before leaving him to it. He would leave his glass on the
front step, and she’d collect it five minutes after he left. Bryan had watched
her do it.

Now that he thought about it, he’d been spending too
much time simply watching her. He didn’t do brunettes and preferred to stick to
blondes with long legs and an appetite for sex.

“You want to come on a regular double date.”

“Triple date. I’ll bring a date.”

“I thought you said you didn’t date the
people you fucked, which makes
no sense.”

“I don’t. I can make an exception. I’ve got a friend
who I trust, and she’ll be happy to go with me to dinner with you.”

“I shouldn’t accept this. Susan is going to kill me.”

“Why?” Bryan asked, sniggering.

“She really wants to get Daniel and Charlotte
together. They really hit it off at the barbeque, and he keeps asking about her.”
Michael lifted his hand in surrender. “Fine, you can come. We’re going to a
little Italian place in town. It’s really nice.”

“I know the place.” Bryan didn’t like the anger that
he experienced from knowing Susan was trying to set Charlotte up with another
man. He knew Daniel. The bastard was a bigger player than he was, but he
couldn’t get involved.

“My ass is going to be kicked over this.”

“I’m not going to cause a fuss.
A
bunch of friends having fun.
Nothing is going to go wrong.”

“Please, everything has already gone wrong as far as
my wife is going to be concerned.” Michael waved his hand at him. “Thanks for
keeping out of my business.”

Bryan laughed as he saw Michael out of his door.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep everything locked up for you.”

Closing the door, he finished off his soda before
making his way out of the back toward his shed. It was really hot outside, but
the lawn needed to be mowed. He’d watched Charlotte mowing her lawn a couple of
months back and started to take pity on her. She’d looked tired and completely
out of her depth. After watching her struggle that one time, he’d taken over,
and started to mow their lawns.

She needed a man in her life, whether she liked it or
not. He’d watched her one too many times with the men who lived in the
neighborhood. She was always friendly with the men but kept them at arm’s
length. She didn’t even try to flirt with them. He saw the way some of the men
looked at her. They were all curious about her, for a mousy little woman, and
would probably do anything to have their dick fucking her tight pussy. Her
pussy would be tight, too, very tight.