What can I say? I’m such a selfless son. Always there for her when she needs me the most.
It takes Mom ten minutes just to back out, inching out of the driveway and refusing to meet my eye. She’s stubborn, just like me, but I don’t blame her. Were the situation reversed, I wouldn’t ask for help either. But on the other hand, I wouldn’t have had the issue in the first place. Those movers would have known to move out of my fucking way, and if they refused, they would have learned really fucking fast what it means to cross me.
I’d wave goodbye, but my arms ache after spending most of my morning working out. The twins fucking killed me. Their dad just completed their new home gym, so naturally they pestered me until I showed up on their doorstep, Riley in tow. Their father, who is also my uncle, is a bigshot movie producer and will flood Jax and Logan with expensive presents and shit just to ease the guilt of being away all the time, but they don’t seem to care. Not anymore. They’ve gotten used to it after so many years.
The twins, Logan and Jax Morgan, are my cousins, best friends, and fucking killers on the football field. All of us are. Logan, Jax, me, and Hudson Bellamy. We’ve been tight for years. Riley’s on the team too, but he’s too busy chasing pussy to care about being at the top of his game—not that it makes him any less of a fucking superstar on the field. Even without putting in the effort, he’s still one of our best players. Not above me though, and that’s not my ego talking. It’s just a fact.
School starts tomorrow, my senior fucking year. I’ve got everything going for me. Colleges are already interested, I’m at the top of the food chain, plus I have a brand-new hobby to fill my spare time. What more could I possibly need?
Letting the door fall closed behind me, I skip up the stairs two at a time while reaching over the back of my head and gripping the fabric of my black shirt. I shrug out of it and toss it aside as I enter my bedroom, my hands falling to the button on my pants. It’s been a long morning and after sweating it out in the twins’ new home gym, I could use a shower.
Stepping out of my jeans, I go to make my way into my bathroom when movement through my bedroom window catches my eye, and I find Killjoy directly across from me, reaching up to hang clothes in her closet, her shirt riding up and exposing the toned skin of her waist.
My cock flinches with hunger, fire burning through my veins.
“Down boy,” I mutter, gripping onto my hardening cock and giving him a firm squeeze. What is it about this chick that keeps setting me off? After she’d bailed out of the party last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about the rage in her eyes. Something had pissed her off and she wasn’t above beating a bitch down to let it be known. Lucky me, I just happened to be the asshole standing in her way.
I watch her for a moment, hanging her clothes and bending down to grab some more out of a large box, her ass high in the air and making the hunger soar deeper through my body. Can’t lie, the girl is fine. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck, while her slim, toned waist looks as though it could fit perfectly between my hands, but her ass … fuck. I could bury myself in that ass.
Without even realizing, my hand begins moving up and down the length of my cock, imagining her plump lips circled around it, her tongue rolling over my tip. A groan rumbles through my chest as my lips begin twisting into a wicked smirk, knowing just how much fun it’s going to be living next door to this little vixen. I just hope her bite really is as bad as her bark.
Killjoy hangs the last of her clothes, and as she steps out of her closet, her head snaps up, her soft blue eyes landing directly on mine. I can almost hear her gasp.
Her gaze drops, her jaw going slack as those blue eyes widen and snap back up to mine. A laugh booms out of my chest. I’m in no way ashamed of my body, in fact, I’m pretty fucking proud of it, and just to let her know, I move my fist up and down and wink before watching as she dies of embarrassment.
She immediately looks away, her cheeks flaming bright red as my grip tightens on my cock. She spins around and all but runs back inside her closet before grabbing the door and slamming it behind her.
Another laugh rumbles through my chest and I move across my room into my private bathroom as I thank whoever exists above that she hadn’t considered closing her blinds. Though something tells me that won’t be the case from here on out.
Leaving the door wide open, I step into my shower and go to fucking town, knowing damn well that the second she steps out of her closet, she’s going to be watching the whole damn show.
Whoever said fucking with your neighbors shouldn’t be fun?
Chapter 5
BRIELLE
Beep. Beep.
Beeeeeeeeeeep. Beep. Beep.
“Ugggggh,” I groan, rolling over and slamming my hand down over my phone. It hasn’t shut up for the past half an hour, and I’m one beep away from throwing it across the room and shattering it against the wall. I’m not proud of my violent ways, but I’ll do anything to make it stop.
Beep.
“FUUUUUCK!”
I curl the cool metal around my hand and lift it over my face to see what the hell is going on, only to feel rage boiling through my veins as I find a slew of missed calls and texts from Colby. Does this guy not get the hint? We’re over. So fucking over. I don’t want anything to do with him. I mean, I know he clearly has no self-respect, but I sure as hell do.
Not having the restraint to control myself, I open his messages and realize they start right from the night of the party.
Colby - Babe, please. I swear, it’s not what it looked like. Come back. We can talk about this.
A booming laugh tears from my chest. He’s kidding, right? I literally walked in and saw his three-incher buried inside Dancer Girl. The need to respond with the photo I’d taken blasts through me, but I don’t dare give in to him. The moment I reply is the moment he gets me right where he wants me, and that’s not about to happen.
I scroll down.
Colby - Missed Call.
Colby - Missed Call.
Colby - Missed Call.
Colby - Where are you? Why aren’t you answering my calls? Don’t be like this, babe. Please, we can work through it. I was just drunk and stupid, but what we have means so much more.
Colby - Why are you throwing this away?
Colby - Missed Call.
Colby - Come on. Stop being so dramatic. That slut came onto me. What was I supposed to do?
Colby - Answer your fucking phone.
Colby - Real fucking mature, Brielle. Do you know who I am? I’m the fucking captain of the football team, I’m the fucking king of the school. Without me, you’re nothing. I will destroy you. You’re just some dumb bitch with a nice rack. One word from me and you’ll be the school outcast. Is that really how you want to start senior year?
Colby - Missed Call.
Colby - Missed Call.
Fucking hell. My heart races with anger and I clench my jaw, the struggle not to respond testing me like never before. All of those messages are from the night of the party, and clearly he was a little sore after having to find his own way home, but what did he expect? Maybe he’s forgotten that I have actual proof of him fucking that girl.