A loud, obnoxious rumble tears through the property, practically shaking the foundations of the house and my brows furrow, cutting off whatever point I was trying to make. “What the hell is that?” I murmur, striding across my room to the window overlooking the front of the property.
A sleek black motorbike slows before the neighbor’s house, pulling into the driveway, and I hold up the phone. “You seeing this?” I ask Erica, my gaze feasting over the helmeted rider in his black shirt that sticks to his strong, muscled body, his sleeves tightening around his shoulders and biceps.
Thick thighs straddle the bike and my mouth waters as Erica gushes. “Fuck me. Is that your new neighbor?”
“I fucking hope so,” I tell her, watching as the guy brings the bike to a stop and climbs off, his heavy boots hitting the ground. He looks dangerous and sexy and holy hell, if he is my new neighbor then staying here might not be so bad after all. I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning and peering out my window to see that.
Erica groans, taking him in. “I pray for your little dried up, underused pussy that he’s a fuck boy.”
A laugh vibrates through my chest, and I roll my eyes, unable to pull my gaze away from the intriguing sight. The devilish man kicks the stand out and balances the bike before gripping his helmet and making my heart race, the anticipation of finding out if his face matches his body growing wild within me.
“That’s right, baby,” Erica murmurs. “Take it off. Let me see what’s hiding under there.”
I hold my breath as the helmet comes up over his head, my eyes feasting on every inch of newly exposed skin, and as the black helmet finally lifts off his head, my whole world crumbles, burning to ashes around me.
My eyes bug out of my head, panic tearing at my chest. “OH FUCK.”
“Oh, fuck is right,” Erica laughs. “Girl, you’re in so much trouble. New neighbor dude is so damn hot. He’s going to have you up against a wall and destroying you in minutes. Shit. Who needs Colby’s awkward grunts with that hanging around? Fuck, I’m so jealous.”
“No. I don’t mean oh fuck, he’s going to rail me until I scream. I mean oh fuck, I’m in actual trouble. That’s the dude from the party last night. The one I spilled beer all over and then suggested his friend shove his dick down his throat.”
“Oh, babe,” she laughs. “You really are fucked.”
Chapter 4
TANNER
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I kick the stand out under my bike and make sure she’s balanced when I find the little bitch from last night peering out at me through one of the many spare bedrooms of the Channing property next door. There’s a moving truck blocking half of my driveway, a piece of shit Honda Civic parked on the street, and another car I haven’t seen around here parked in the driveway. All signs that the asshole next door has asked his gold-digger girlfriend to move in.
Just fucking perfect.
Anyone but her.
I’m not surprised. This is Channing’s third girlfriend in two years. It’s his fucked-up routine. He takes them in, makes them think they can’t live without him, and then the bullshit starts. He’s an asshole, but who isn’t around here? Everyone has their dirty little secrets.
My gaze raises to the feisty blonde in the window. I clocked her the second I pulled into my driveway. I don’t know if she’s dumb or desperate, but just because I’m wearing a helmet doesn’t mean I can’t see straight through the crystal-clear window. She’s been blatantly staring like a little puppy starved for attention, and if she weren’t so fucking hot, I would have flipped her off by now. There’s no doubt about it, she’s fresh meat, and I don’t plan to burn that bridge quite so soon. At least, after her performance at Riley’s party last night, I’ll have her on her knees begging for it first.
I don’t know who this girl is, but she’s got a feisty attitude. I’ve never seen her hanging around here, and now I see her twice in as little as twelve hours. Riley was right, she’s got a nasty bite, but it was her bark that intrigued me. I can’t say that any chick who’s drenched me in beer and called me out has ever gotten me hard like that, but she did. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes, or maybe I’m just into petite blondes now.
Riley’s end of year party was a drag. At least, for me it was—he had a fucking great time. It was supposed to be my last shot at relaxing, forgetting all the bullshit, and chilling out with the boys before school starts, but nothing has been the same this summer. The party was flooded with losers from the public school just outside of town, bringing their problems to our turf as though we give a shit about them.
Riley’s party though, Riley’s rules.
If it were me, I would have locked their asses out and watched them beg for attention. Not Riley though. He’s a flirt. To him, any hole is a goal as long as she’s eager, willing, and wet, and when carloads of chicks he’s never played with turned up, the fucker couldn’t say no.
Not gonna lie, he’s a dick, but he’s my best friend, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Stepping back from my bike, I reach for my helmet and pull it over my head. My eyes immediately snap up to the girl in the window as a shit-eating grin stretches across my face. Her eyes bug out of her fucking head and it’s damn near the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.
Panic surges through her wide stare, and I can almost hear her fear pounding through the glass, desperate to get out. She scrambles like a terrified mouse, darting behind the curtains, and it forces my grin wider.
I wasn’t wrong, living next to little miss no name is going to be fun. A lot of fun.
What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall inside her bedroom, to brush my fingers over her pulse and feel the rapid thrum as her heart races with fear, to watch her hands begin to shake and hear her soft gasping breaths as she tries to calm herself.
She fucked up last night. She might not have known who I am or just how fucking stupid it was to mess with me, but she’ll learn quickly. No one throws down a challenge that I don’t rise to, and if a rivalry is what she wants, then who am I to deny her?
Not gonna lie, the fact that she’s absolutely stunning is just the cherry on top, and I’m going to enjoy watching her purse those full lips around my cock, but not as much as I’ll enjoy fucking her. It’s only a matter of time.
Knowing damn well that she’s not about to risk looking down here again, I make my way inside, following the sound of my mother’s heels clicking against the Italian marble she imported last year.
“Tanner? Is that you, honey?” she calls out from the living room.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. I love my mother, but sometimes she needs to think before she lets the words fall from her lips. “Who else would it be?” I throw back, making my way across the foyer and past the kitchen. “Expecting anyone else with a motorcycle?”
“Ha. Ha. You know sometimes I forget how funny you are,” she says as I finally reach her, only to find her scrambling for her things, most likely on her way out. “You get that from your father.”
“Wow. Woke up and chose violence,” I tease. “Fuck, Mom. I wish you’d given me the heads up. Maybe I would have waited until you left before coming home.”