Bully Next Door

“This isn’t forever, Hector.”

“I know.”

“I’ve got a lot of … stuff going on. Once I complete the cookbook, and it’s in all the final stages, there is going to be a tour. Then I’m going to be doing stuff for my channel.”

“How come you’re not filming your channel now?” he asked. He still had a lot of content to soak up, but he kept hoping to see her now.

“If you saw the video, I explained that I was going to try to focus on my cookbook. I don’t have a solid deadline yet, but I know one will be coming up.” She rubbed at her head, and he saw her brow furrowed.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. Honestly.”

He cupped her face and stroked her bottom full lip. It looked so enticing. “You know you could talk to me about anything, right?”

“I know. I can’t believe how easy it is to talk to you.”

“We’re kind of weird together, right?”

“I guess,” she said.

He was still balls deep inside her. Even flaccid, he wanted her again. Running his hand down from her face, toward her tits, he cupped one of them, playing with the nipple. He felt an answering twitch around his cock, and he knew her breasts were sensitive. Tiny strokes and nips always set her off.

The puckered point needed his mouth, so he lifted her breast as he fed it to himself with a moan. Sucking the hard nipple into his mouth, he used his teeth to bite down, just enough for some pain, but not too much that she couldn’t take it.

He felt what it was doing to his cock, and so he kept on going, working her body, driving her wild, and feeling her tighten around him. His cock was already starting to thicken to get ready for round two.

Moving to her other breast, he sucked and nipped at her tit until she ran her fingers down his back, going toward his ass.

This time, it was Verity who thrust up against him, driving her wet pussy onto his cock.

He was already hard.

Their combined releases mingled together. Did she even realize he’d come inside her?

He doubted it.

Taking her lips, he worked his cock in and out of her, filling her up and feeling this overwhelming need to claim her, to keep her. He didn’t know where it came from.

Verity felt perfect to him in every single way. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was unlike anyone else. And yet, love and forever were not what he was looking for.

What the hell was wrong with him?

****

Verity stared at the open notebook.

This was the first time in her life that a notebook had ever stayed pristine clean. There wasn’t even an introduction. She’d already been on the phone that morning with her agent about how the book was coming on, and she’d told her it was a very slow process.

It wouldn’t be long before they wanted to see some pages, and Verity threw her pencil down in her notebook and collapsed on the empty pages.

“This is so not fair.”

Teaching Hector had supposed to be the key. The final spark of inspiration to help her complete this cookbook, but all it had done was … make her horny.

She pressed her thighs together, not in the least bit amused at the moment. Work was pressing. She had to get something down soon, otherwise, she was going to have to call it a day.

Getting up from her seat, she went to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, taking out the lemonade she’d put in there earlier.

As she closed the door, she caught the picture she always kept with her of her mother.

She poured herself a glass of lemonade and put the pitcher back into the fridge before removing the single photo. It was herself and her mother, taken when they first set up their social media channel.

That first-ever video was kind of clunky and scary. She’d been shaking even though it had been her mother behind the camera.

Verity always said she got her ability to cook from her mother, whereas her mother always said the complete opposite. There was only so much she learned from her mother.

She missed her so much.

“Nothing in life that comes easy is worth having. Sometimes, the things in life you want the most are the things you’ve got to work hardest for. Never give up, Verity.”

It was like she was in the room with her.

Putting the picture back on the fridge, she started to drink some lemonade when her doorbell rang.

Cutie was already on the case, charging toward the door and barking at it. For such a small dog, she made a lot of noise.

Picking her up in her arms, she answered the door. Not that Cutie would attack anyone, but she was prone to running and jumping.