The Boy Next Door (49 page)

“I think that you’ve convinced me that this is the vehicle to get. When I make it to the NHL, this is the first thing that I’m going to buy.” He looked like a kid in the candy store. I’m sure that he would have loved for me to give him the keys to take it for a spin. I might consider it, but not until I could truly trust him.

“Everybody should have one of these. It’s great in the winter. You can put the top down in the summer and let the wind blow through your hair.” He tossed his locks back and forth like some kind of supermodel going down the runway. I laughed, slamming my hand on the steering wheel and trying my best not to skid into a ditch.

“I think that you can see that I have no problem with any of that. I take pride in my appearance.” He was clean shaven, but there was this gleam in his eyes that told me that he was a man that usually got what he wanted. And, what he wanted right now was me.

Chapter three

I had my skis in the back of my jeep and he had a pair at his grandfather’s old farmhouse. It was quaint, but very huge and the property did stretch out for miles. The snow was coming down at a steady rate, but it was nothing that was going to deter us from getting up on those hills. We followed the assigned path that Owen had made over time.

The feeling of that adrenaline was not to be missed. I would have rather had my ski jacket, but the leather one that I wore really did protect me from the elements. He had found ski hats for both of us to wear. It was exhilarating to feel that cold wind on my face and to watch his body slide from side to side with the obvious grace of a jungle cat.

We competed for supremacy with me coming out on top three of the five times that we raced to the top and then to the bottom. Time really didn’t mean all that much. We were enjoying each other’s company and laughing at each other’s insane jokes.

We finally had enough after two hours and retired to the warm house and stomped our boots clean of the snow. He took my skis from my hands. He leaned in kissed me without any warning. It was spontaneous and a little jarring, but it was something that I wanted to do again and again. He held me like some kind of prisoner up against that door. His hands unzipped my jacket and pulled it over my shoulders.

He knelt at my feet and I thought for sure that he was getting ready to do something a little naughty. Instead, he helped me take off my boots. He did the same thing for himself, before disappearing through the kitchen and into the living room. I heard him cursing underneath his breath and then I walked in to find that he was making a fire.

It finally came to life and the two chairs situated right in front were calling our names. We sat down and let the warmth of the fire take that chill out of the air. He had to excuse himself for a moment to freshen up in the facilities upstairs. It left me alone to think about how wrong this was to go against my brother’s wishes. He had specifically told me that there were certain guys on his team who didn’t respect women like they should.

Seeing his phone unattended, I decided that I needed to feel secure in this newly found relationship. I knew that I shouldn’t do it, but my curiosity got the best of me. I snatched it from where it was sitting on the coffee table, opening up his contacts to find dirty text messages from women who had found themselves in the same position that I was in. I felt violated. His secret weapon was to bring women to his grandfather’s estate for weekend getaways.

The disgusting photos that I found on his phone made me think that maybe this wasn’t the right place for me. The way that they spoke of him was different from the way that he was acting with me. The tone of the man that they talked about was different. He may have had a nice package and a good time was had by all, but there was no real connection. Most of these women told of a man that was able to go the distance, but had no emotion when it came to commitment. I didn’t feel that from Owen. He was very gentle and maybe he was putting on airs, but I didn’t believe that.

One particular passage caught my eye: “Owen, you and I had a wonderful time together. I knew going in that it wasn’t anything special. I want you to know that I have no ill feelings towards you for sleeping with my best friend. I do hope that your cock falls off and it withers away into nothing, but who doesn’t want that. Just kidding. Please take my words in the spirit that they are given. You have no soul and I believe that you made a deal with the devil early on in your life. You can have the fame and fortune, but not the love of a good woman.” This girl was all over the place and I wasn’t sure how I should take what she had to say.

“I don’t think that it’s right of you to go through my phone.” I’d been caught in the act and I sheepishly turned with my face flushed to see that he was holding two cups of hot chocolate. He had surprised me and this was not the callous individual who slept with women after an excitable game. “It might be best that you leave. I thought that we had trust, but apparently I was the only one who thought so.” He was turning this on me, when he was the one that had no regard for the feelings of others.

I was embarrassed that I had been caught in the act, but I was not going to allow him to make me feel like I did something wrong. “You have the gall to stand there and tell me that I should leave. My brother told me that there were a couple of guys on his team who slept with anything with two legs and a pussy. I thought that you were better than that, but maybe I’ve been seeing this through rose colored glasses.” I really didn’t want to leave, but this test of wills was getting us nowhere.

“I would scream and tell you that you were a dirty little whore, but I’m not going to do that. I’ve learned to think about my priorities and what matters most in my life. My father died recently and it was really sudden. I didn’t know what to make of it and on his death bed, he told me that the love of a good woman was hard to find. He warned me that bed hopping was never going to make me happy. I didn’t even know that he knew about my past indiscretions. Let’s just say that his death was the wakeup call that I needed to finally see that I wasn’t doing myself any favors.” Grief does do strange things to people. It changes them in ways that they didn’t even know they could change.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I believe you. You had no problem convincing me to come back here to your ‘love nest’.” I air quoted those last two words, giving him every indication that I was not very happy to be placed in the same breath as those who found his lines easy to swallow. “I’m not gullible and I do have a mind of my own.” He sighed deeply and I imagine that this was not a conversation that he was looking forward to.

Placing the two hot chocolate on the coffee table, he sat down with one knee on the floor. He placed his two hands over mine and looked into my eyes with a compassion that I could feel coming off of him in waves. “You’re not wrong. I have brought women here in the past. They meant nothing to me and I will even do you one better to prove it to you.” He took the phone from my hand and he erased every dirty text message and nasty photo that was hidden. “I don’t need those to validate myself anymore. I brought you here, so that I could make new and special memories in the place that means a lot to me.”

“Your words would have more power had you not taken me here in the first place. I do like you, I mean I like you a lot, but I won’t be used as some kind of second thought. I don’t want you to go bragging about sleeping with me to all of your friends. I’m very cautious about who I let into my heart.” His hands felt nice and the way that his thumb was moving across the back had ignited that small ember.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way. I’ve always thought of this place as magical. When I was callous, I did believe that this place would seal the deal. For you, I brought you here to see something of my childhood. I had no illusions that we were going to sleep together. I’m not going to say that I wasn’t hoping for that, but I didn’t primarily take you here for that purpose. I got caught up in my own hype and how ironic is that.” I had to smile thinking that he had got caught in a trap that he usually made for those unsuspecting women after a game.

“Hmmm…that does make me feel better. I know that I shouldn’t feel that way, but you do paint a very vivid picture. I’ve never been one to fall easily for those guys who were players and knew how to say the right words to get any woman into their bed. You didn’t come off that way at the rink. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt. For God’s sake, don’t make me look like a fool after it’s all said and done.” He stood back up and his crotch was level with my eyes. I saw that he was excited and the presence of his manhood had only made it impossible to walk away.

Chapter four

Even after the heated debate, I was feeling like I needed to do something to prove to myself that I was not the one that was being led around by the nose. I’d never been so bold and brazen before, but I thought that I would take a card from his deck.

My eyes did not blink, as I reached out and grabbed onto a certain part of his overactive anatomy. He jumped out of his skin, trying to pull away, but my fingernails were digging in for good measure. “Ahhh… I don’t think that’s appropriate under the circumstances. We just finished having a fight and we should at least talk about this, before we start…oh my God…you really do know how to use your hands.” He didn’t know the half of it. I may have been a good girl, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t walked on the wild side a time or two.

Normally, I would need a few libations to loosen me up, but the setting of the snowed in paradise was giving me the incentive to do what most women couldn’t do. He looked around nervously, sweating and showing that this was not a natural occurrence for him. It appeared to me that he was the one who usually initiated any kind of coupling. This was different, and he was damn well going to have to get used to it.

I moved forward slowly, using the tip of my tongue to lick the length of those tracks on his zipper. I grabbed onto it at the top and pulled it down with my teeth in a seductive manner. I loved the look in his eyes, as he stared and wondered what I was going to do next.

“You just stand there and let me do all the work. I don’t want you to make any sudden movements… my teeth can be lethal weapons.” I didn’t act like this and it was very rare occurrence for me to not care about the consequences of my actions. “You’ve never met a woman like me before and you’ll never meet another one ever again. I’m a unique breed and not someone who is one of the many sheep that have found themselves in your bed.” I saw the length and thickness of his member. It had a mind of its own and was already showing its arousal by leaking through the thin membrane of his underwear.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one that made this happen to me. From the moment that I met you at the rink, I was pretty much hooked. To be honest, the last couple of months I have been taking a break from sex. I was going to hold out, until I found somebody who was worth spending time with. I’m not just saying this and this is the God honest truth according to the gospel of Owen.” He crossed his chest and I had to admit that I didn’t think that he would be blasphemous in using the Lord’s name in vain. “God as my witness, I will be struck down dead by lightning if I’m telling you a lie.”

This momentarily put everything at a standstill. I looked around to make sure that there was no sudden crack of thunder in the distance. No lightning appeared at the window, so I had to assume that he was on the level. “You make a valid argument.” I touched that wet spot. It put a giddy little thrill in my heart to know that I had made him feel this way. “This is the evidence that I needed to make sure that you’re not playing some sort of sick game. This better not come back to haunt me. If I find anything on the Internet to indicate that you videotaped this or talked about this to anyone, then you can imagine that there will be no wrath like a woman scorned.”

“I would tell you that I’m scared of you, but since I am being truthful, I don’t think that I have anything to worry about.” I pushed my hands into the waistband of his pants and underwear combined. I stripped them down, allowing his man missile to rage free and point towards the ceiling. It was a good eight inches and that was being conservative at best.

His fingers ran through my hair and I stood there and waited for him to try to force his will on me. He didn’t try any of that. He allowed me to play with his johnson at my own pace. I loved that he was willing to abide by my rules and not take matters into his own hands. It was bobbing up and down and I knew that he was purposely doing that to garner my attention.

“I want you to suck my cock.” The nasty words coming out of his mouth drew me to him like I had no power of my own. I could smell that pungent aroma near his crotch and I could see that he had shaved for the necessity of making himself look bigger than he was. Every guy was doing it and only the European market had any semblance of a bush in this day and age. I touched the smooth length, stretching my finger around the entire base, making him shiver and hold still for my eager eyes.

“I really don’t care what you want, Owen. This is my show.” I had never been forceful before and I suddenly found myself slapping the inside of his thighs with enough of an impact that it left behind my fingerprints. He growled and those fingers in my hair twirled around in a vice like grip.

“Open up that mouth right fucking now.” He had found his voice and I was willing to succumb to my basic nature. I felt the feather-like touch of my tongue making contact with the head of his cock. It was meant to tease and to please, before I finally had the courage to open up my mouth and let him enter. He slid on the wave of my tongue, until he came in contact with the back of my mouth. I gave him free rein and before long he was literally fucking my face with gobs of spit falling onto the floor at my feet.