Love Thy Neighbor (20 page)

It’s sweet that he cares so much. He looks
so damn devastated, and I try so hard that I’m sure my face is
bright red, but I can’t help what happens next.

I burst into laughter.

Right in his face.

It might be the fact that I’ve had two hours
of sleep or it might be the fact that Ash thinks he
broke
me, but I can’t stop laughing. My head falls onto his shoulder with
a plop and I feel his body shake with laughter too. He wraps me up
in his arms and I laugh into him. I choke out between my laughter.
“You think you BROKE me, Ash! What the fuck?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know how a woman’s
body works! Fuck!” Still wrapped up in him, he whispers, “What am I
gonna do with you, girl?”

He kisses the side of my neck, and although
I lift my head to give him better access, I know there’s no time
for a play session this morning. I grip his shoulders as he plants
his mouth firmer onto my throat. My breathing heavies and my eyes
close from the pleasure his skilled mouth is bringing me, but I
manage to utter, “Ash, I need a shower. I have to get to work,
like, soon.”

With that he groans against my neck and
releases me from his hold. We stare at each other for a few seconds
before he prompts with smiling eyes, “Shower, babe.”

I whisper, “Right. Yeah. Shower.”

Acting on impulse, I slide my palm up his
thigh to grip him through his pajama pants. His eyes darken and his
mouth parts slightly. “This is gonna keep, right?”

Smiling that damn crooked smile I love so
much, he answers, “For you, babe. It’ll keep for months.”

Smiling, I lean forward to kiss his lips and
whisper against them, “That was a great answer.”

Then I hop up, walk out of his apartment and
go back to mine to shower and get ready for work.

Chapter Fifteen
Rocking my world

Growing up, I loved Disney movies. I love
Disney movies so much that my sisters and I still watch them
together. I don’t think you can ever be too old to watch
Disney.

Why am I bringing this up?

I’m bringing this up because after this
morning’s lust, fright, then deep and meaningful discussions with
Asher, I feel lighter. While I walk the concrete sidewalk to get to
work, I actually feel like Snow White, daintily dancing through the
forest with her little critter friends following her as she sings.
Only my little forest critters are actually those awful grey
pigeons.

I’m pretty sure those pigeons carry
diseases. And here comes one now.

I sidestep the pigeon and carry on my golden
path. Nothing’s going to bring me down today! Arriving in front of
Safira’s, I flash my brightest smile and push the door open.
Walking across the studio, I greet anyone and everyone with, “Good
morning, bitches!”

No one answers, and I chuckle because I’m
sure they’re all tired and hung-over from the night before. When I
arrive into the store room, my blood runs cold. Tina sits on the
desk sniffling and wiping at her eyes.

Whoever hurt my best friend is fucked!

I say, “Honey bear, what’s wrong?” as I wrap
her into a hug.

She sobs into my shoulder and squeaks, “It
doesn’t match!”

What the hell?

Moving her long dark hair out of her face, I
prompt her to start from the start. “Come again?”

Still sobbing, she holds up two of Safira’s
catalogues and points to a dress that appears in both. She chokes
out, “The printing company got the color wrong!”

Confusion furrows my brow while I look hard
at both catalogues. I honestly can’t see a difference and I tell
Tina that. She drags me out of the store room and over to the
display windows so I can see them in the sunlight. She pokes one
catalogue with tears pouring out of her pretty green eyes. I look
closer and still can’t see the difference in color. Giving up, I
ask her, “What’s wrong, beba? This isn’t about some silly
catalogue, right?”

I get no response to this. Tina simply lifts
her head and wails loudly.

Okay, I’m losing my shit freaking out. I’m
not really good with emotions. I mean, I have a lot of them, I just
don’t know how to address other women’s unexplained ugly cries.
I’ve dealt with many versions of Tina, but I have never seen her
like this. She’s gone cuckoo bananas. I look around in panic before
I get a stupid idea.

Panic!

I run across the room to the counter, fiddle
underneath it til I feel the protruding knob and press the panic
button. As soon as I press it, relief courses through me knowing
Nik will be here in a second to deal with today’s crazy-assed
version of my best friend Tina. Not a second later, I cringe as I
realize that Asher’s head probably just exploded from the amount of
noise that thing causes in The White Rabbit’s security room.

Less than a minute passes before Nik barges
through the door and as he opens his mouth to say something, spots
an inconsolable Tina with her head raised up to the ceiling,
sobbing like a mad woman. I look over at him with a
what the
fuck
expression, but he just sighs deeply and shaking his head,
walks over to his wife to wrap her up tight.

My good morning has turned to shit.

I need a drink. Stat.

I gasp in fright when I hear someone whisper
in my ear, “Lunch time. Security office. You owe me. I can’t hear
shit.”

Turning, I see Asher wiggling around a
finger in his ear trying to clear it. I shoot him an apologetic
look before saying, “I panicked.” His lip curls and he narrows his
eyes at me. I raise my hands in surrender before leaning closer to
him and hissing, “Would you look at her? I’ve never seen her like
that!”

We both turn to look at Nik and Tina. Nik
whispers into Tina’s ear. She squeezes him around his waist and
nods. She seems calmer and I thank God that I won’t have to deal
with Tina crying all day. I love Tina and I hate when she’s
upset.

Tina moves away from Nik to face me with a
wobbly smile. “Sorry I scared you. Lady issues.”

Asher and I both say
Oh
! at the same
time. Craziness explained. Poor Tina has her period.

Oh shit.

That means Lola and Mimi will have their
period too. That’s how close we all are. The girls’ periods have
synced. I don’t get my period because of the PCOS. Do you have any
idea what it’s like hanging out with three women who are on their
periods at once? Running a hand down my face in woe, I tell her,
“That’s okay, babe. I wish you would’ve told me before you went all
crazy on my ass.”

Tina bursts into laughter, looking a little
uncomfortable. Her face softens when she steps on her tiptoes to
kiss her husband. Looking over, she tells Asher, “No more freak
outs. I promise.” As she holds her fingers up in a scout’s honor
before making her way back to the storeroom.

Nik looks over at me wide-eyed, “She’s been
a little emotional the last couple of days. I used the wrong fabric
softener yesterday and she cried.” Leaning closer to me, he hisses,
“For four hours, Nat! She cried for four hours because I used the
wrong fabric softener. When I asked her why this was such a big
deal, do you know what she said?”

Shaking my head, he leans back, arms wide
and announces, “Because it smells too flowery. She likes the soft
flowers, not the oriental flowers.” Running a hand through his
hair, he goes on, “So I ask her why she buys the oriental flower
shit and she says because she liked it at the supermarket but not
when she used it on the clothes. So I ask why she doesn’t just
throw it away and you know what happened?”

Biting my lip to stop myself from laughing
at Nik in his disheveled state, I shake my head once more. He
narrows his golden eyes at my twitching lip before telling me, “She
gave me the silent treatment all night. But kept forgetting she
wasn’t talking to me so all freakin’ night I was getting half
sentences thrown at me before she’d narrow her eyes and glare at
me! Then the next morning, it’s like nothing happened! I’m losing
it, Nat. This close.”

Covering my face with my hand, I close my
eyes as my body shakes with silent laughter. I hear Nik say, “Why
did I think I’d get any sympathy from you? Some sister you are.”
Nik wraps his arms around me and chuckles with me. He kisses my
forehead. “Next time she freaks out, just call. No more panic
button.” And with that, he and Ash leave. Nik walks ahead and Ash
turns back to me and mouths
lunch time
.

My belly clenches with anticipation.

Is it lunch time yet?

***

Checking my wrist watch, the time reads
12:37pm. If I have to watch her fart-assing around on the CCTV for
more than another ten minutes, she’s gonna get it.

A smirk forms on my face.

I would like all too much to give it to her.
Mmmm mmmm. That fucking sexy ass draped over my thighs while I make
her count it out.

A shudder runs through me.

I don’t really know where my need to be
dominant comes from. I’m not a dom or anything. I just like
control. The first shrink I ever went to told me it’s because of
what happened when I was a kid. It’s my way of taking back some
form of control in my chaotic life. As a thank you for diagnosing
me, I spanked her then fucked her on her desk. I never went back to
therapy, but I was tempted.

Here we go.

Nat exits Safira’s and heads over to The
White Rabbit. She disappears from the screen, but I hear the clip
clop of her heels a few minutes later. She stops a little too far
away but I hear her ask someone, “I need to talk to Ghost in
private. Where’s the security room?”

I hear Trick answer, “Just that door there,
doll. What did he do now?”

Nat answers through a long exhale, “What
didn’t he do?”

I smirk, stand and wait for the door to
open. When it does, I pull her in, shut the door and lock it. She
looks up at me wide-eyed. I take her in.

Sexy.

Like a fallen angel, she wears a white long
flowing dress with flat strappy sandals. It sounds innocent right?
Nope. Her bright red hair flows down her back with matching bright
red lips today.

Fuck, she’s hot.

She backs up as I stalk toward her. She
whispers, “You know everyone’s out there, right? What if someone
hears?”

Pursing my lips, I tilt my head and say
quietly, “You’re just going to have to be quiet. Aren’t you, pretty
girl?”

Her back hits the wall. She’s stuck now. I
move in for the kill.

I press in so close to her that my chest
pushes her back even further. Her breathing heavies and she looks
up at me with a grin before sliding down the wall. I close my eyes
as she unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down a little. My cock is
suddenly bathed in wet warmth and I tell myself not to look down. I
can’t stop myself. I have to see her mouth on me.

She sucks me with her eyes closed. Her full,
bright red lips make an
O
as she moves me in and out of her
beautiful mouth. I lower my hand to cup her jaw and take over.
Pressing deeper with every slow thrust, I can see she’s beginning
to struggle but she takes my cock without gagging.

Fuck!

That right there…that’s perfection.

My spine starts to tingle and I pull away
from her flawless mouth. Saliva dribbles down her chin and
something animalistic in me awakens. I lean forward and reach under
her dress to remove her plain white panties then put my hands under
her arms and lift her small body high against me. Using the wall as
leverage, I push my chest into hers to hold her there as I lift the
bottom of her dress high over her hips and fist it at one side to
keep it up. I lick her along her bottom lip and ask, “You ever been
fucked against a wall?”

Her hooded eyes meet mine and through parted
lips she sighs, “Nuh uh.”

Placing my hand under her firm ass, I lower
her a little, just til I feel my cock come into contact with her
pussy. “You ready for me, babe?”

She tries to roll her hips to cause more
contact but I hold her just out of reach. Cupping my face with both
hands, she kisses me deeply before pulling back and answering,
“Fuck yeah.”

Holding her there a few seconds more, a
cruel smirk forms when I see her start to get frustrated. Leaning
forward and kissing me again, her tongue moves against mine and she
tastes so good that I moan. I reach down and hold my shaft, rubbing
the head along her dripping slit and use it to massage her clit.
Her whimper turns to a growl then she whisper hisses, “Will you
just fuck me already?”

“You know I don’t do anything without being
asked nicely.”

Gyrating against the head of my cock, she
moans, “Oh god. I need this. Please, Ash. Please fuck me.”

Capturing her lips in a deep possessive
kiss, I pull back and utter, “That’s my girl. Let’s do this.”

Lowering her slightly, the head of my cock
slips into her and we both moan. Realizing we’re both being kind of
loud, I kiss her to stop us from being heard. I lower her inch by
inch til her tight, warm pussy is completely impaled on me. Pulling
back from her mouth, I place my forehead against hers and whisper,
“So fucking tight, babe. So wet.”

Moving back from the wall a step, I use my
hands under her ass to lift her almost right off me then lower her
quickly while thrusting up into her. We both moan and I’m sure
we’re going to be heard. Without thinking, I move her back against
the wall, take one hand off her ass and cover her mouth. Her eyes
open wide and I wink at her. Her eyes narrow at me as I thrust into
her.

One hand at her ass and one at her mouth
with her back against the wall. It works.

With every thrust her muffled moans get
louder and her eyes close in bliss. Watching her face this close
while fucking her is beautiful. Never seen beauty like this before.
Her flushed cheeks, hooded gaze and puffy red lips are almost more
than I can take. I move my arm to hold her lower back and use the
wall as leverage to pull her body into my thrusts. It feels so deep
I swear I’m moving past her pussy to someplace deeper.