Knocked Up by Her Brother's Enemy

I get showered and dressed and head for the grocery store. There’s only one in town. I figured by now the town would’ve grown large enough to afford another grocery store, but alas, no.

I pull into the parking lot and head inside. The temperature drops at least ten degrees in the building and smells like fresh produce. I won’t be needing any of that. Nathan has the fridge stocked with everything leafy and green you can imagine. What I need are things in boxes. If it doesn’t have 80% of my daily intake of sugar and sodium in one serving, I’m not interested.

I head for the sugary cereals and run into Sarah Boyd.

“Oh my God, Wanda, is that you?”

“Sarah Boyd, it’s been ages,” I say, genuinely happy to see her.

Sarah was one of my good friends in high school. She used to come to all of my sleep overs.

She lifts up her hand to show me her ring. “It’s Sarah Sanderson now.”

“Sanderson, as in Keith Sanderson?” Keith was a total stoner in high school. His dad owned the auto mall in town. Last I heard, Keith had gotten his shit together and was running the family business now. Even though I moved away, I was never without the gossip when I talked to old friends on the phone—though they failed to mention Mac was back in town last time we spoke. How that could slip their minds is a mystery to me. Sarah was the only one I lost contact with.

“He’s the one,” she says proudly. “We got married straight out of high school and have two beautiful children.”

Children … She’s the same age as me, give or take a couple months. I can’t imagine being married with two children at twenty-three years old.

“Wow, congratulations,” I say.

“I’m so happy you’re back. You won’t believe who else is in town.” I already know the answer, but I feign ignorance because she looks far too excited to spill the gossip.

“Who?” I say as if I’m on the edge of my seat.

“Mac Stillwell.”

“No shit? That’s crazy.”

She nods vigorously. “Yep, and he’s living next door to your brother.”

“That’s so wild. I guess I’ll probably see him at some point since I’m staying with Nathan until I can find a place on my own.”

I leave out the part that I’m flat broke and in debt and will probably live with Nathan the rest of my life.

Her eyes grow wide. “Girl, we need to have a sleep over like the old days, get out the binoculars and watch Mac exercise.”

I laugh. We were basically stalkers now that I think of it. But I have to admit, it was so much fun having the girls over and drooling over my hot neighbor.

“I don’t think your husband will appreciate that,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “Please, he’d be thrilled to get me out of the house for a night.”

“That sounds like fun, actually,” I say.

It doesn’t. I want Mac all to myself, but I’m not going to admit it.

Her phone starts going off. She looks down at the screen and growls at it. “It’s Keith wondering what’s taking so long. I swear that man can’t handle his own kids more than an hour before he loses his mind. He’s always saying how being a stay at home mom is the easiest job there is, but he has no idea the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

I smile and she leans over to hug me. “It was good to see you again. I mean it, let’s have a girls’ night. If not to spy on your neighbor, then to get sloppy drunk and forget our problems.”

I wonder how happily married she actually is.

“It’s a plan.”

As soon as she walks away, I see three other people I knew from high school, but luckily, not well enough to where they feel compelled to stop and talk to me.

The next aisle over, I run straight into Mac. I startle, dropping my keys. It’s a good thing I didn’t have groceries in my hands. I’m stunned to see him here in a place that’s so … mundane. All of my fantasies involve him being in romantic places. For some reason it never occurred to me that he actually goes shopping and does things that normal people do.

“Hello again,” he says with a cocksure grin. It’s almost as if he was expecting to run into me.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I say dumbly. Obviously he’s grocery shopping, but like me, he has nothing in his hands yet.

He shrugs off the stupid comment, and says, “It’s good to see you again.”

I think about my conversation with Nathan last night, and I feel a little wary of him, even though standing here, right in front of him with his beautiful face and stunning smile, it’s hard to see him the way my brother does, as a conniving back stabber. But I know, better than anyone, that a pretty face can hide all kinds of secrets. My ex was no slouch in the looks department—though he was no Mac Stillwell by any means—and he lied right to my face for years without me ever being suspicious.

“It’s good to see you too,” I say, trying not to sound as blissed out by his presence as I do. Why the hell does this have to be so confusing? I should hate him for what he’s done to Nathan, but he’s making it so damn difficult.

He steps closer to me, his warmth radiating off of him in the cold store. He leans over and talks quietly under his breath in a sexy voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Last night I masturbated to the thought of you. I want to taste and smell your sweet pussy and I miss the sight of that perfect ass slamming up against me.”

His dirty words instantly make me wet. It’s hard to think, to concentrate, to even care that we’re in a grocery store surrounded by people.

“I can still smell you on my sheets,” he continues. “It makes me crazy.”

I think about all the times I looked into his window from my room, hoping to catch him masturbating, but never did. If only I had looked out my window last night instead of going straight to bed.

I’m breathing heavier. My palms start to sweat.

“I need to taste you. I want your warm pussy around my cock,” he says.

“I can’t …” I start to say, but he grabs me by the hand and he’s dragging me away. At first I think he’s going to whisk me off in his car, back to his place, but instead we turn and we’re heading to the back of the store.

“What are we doing?” I ask, confused when we go through the double doors and into the back of the store where the loading dock is and where there are crates of food stacked to the ceiling waiting to be put on shelves.

“I used to work here when I was in high school. I kn

ow all the good hiding spots,” he says with a wink.

“Wait, you want to have sex here, in the grocery story?” I start to pull away, but his grip tightens.

“Trust me,” he says.

I’m nervous, but also thrilled to be doing something so dangerous. My brain starts to fog over from the thought of being with him again, and suddenly I’m no longer worried about getting caught. All I want is to be with him again, to feel him inside of me. Right now I would follow him anywhere.

He leads us to the back of the room where there’s a storage closet full of cleaning supplies. There’s a pallet of paper towels, packed tightly so that when he has me sit on them, they don’t buckle from my weight.

“Are you sure no one is going to come in here?” I ask, not waiting for him to answer as I unbutton my shorts.

“This is where they keep the extra cleaning supplies when the others are all used up in the break room. No one ever comes in here—at least not this time of day.”

“Okay,” I say.

We hurry to take off our clothes. This is not the time nor the place for sensual love-making. Both of us are very aware that this is going to be a quick fuck. I, for one, am totally okay with that.

He yanks down my shorts and underwear. They dangle off my ankle as he lays me down and spreads my legs. He kneels in front of me and smiles. “Doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?” he says as he runs his finger across my slick opening.

“Not when it comes to you,” I admit.

He puts his mouth around my clit and works his magic until my eyes start to roll in the back of my head. A finger slides into me and I pull in a sharp breath. I hadn’t forgotten what it was like to have something inside of me, I just forgot the extent of exactly how good it could feel. He pulls away and lays on top of the pallet of paper towels and says, “Sit on my face.”