Bully Next Door

Stepping up, he looked over the fence and watched Verity for only a few seconds before the dog started to bark at him.

For a small dog, it had a set of lungs.

“Hey, Verity,” he said.

She jerked her head up. “Hector,” she said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just hanging out. I randomly use my ladders to look for things.”

“Have you lost something?”

Just my sense of understanding and dignity.

“I was … well … how about you come over for dinner?” he asked.

Why did he keep asking her over for dinner when he couldn’t cook? This was so annoying. The rest of the food he had left over had ended up in the trash because he didn’t know what to cook.

She put her pen down, leaning her hands behind her to look at him. “You want to cook me dinner?”

“Actually, no. You know I can’t cook. I have another proposition for you.” I want to get you into bed and fuck your brains out. I want to hear my name falling from your lips as you take my cock.

“A proposition.”

He was so not good at any of this. “I can’t cook, and from what I’ve seen, you can cook really well.”

“Thank you.”

“So I’m thinking you can teach me. If you’re not too busy. I know you’re working hard on this,” he said, pointing at the books. “But you could come around every day, or every other day, or once a week, maybe. We could work it out, and then you could teach me how to cook.”

He was never interested in cooking before, but if it would mean Verity was in his company, he was.

“I could pay you.”

“I don’t think this should be discussed over a fence. Why don’t you come on over, and we’ll talk about this.” She got to her feet.

“Come over?”

“Yeah, around to my place. I don’t want to leave Cutie on her own.”

“Cutie?”

“My dog.”

As if on cue, the Jack Russell walked over to her, and Verity picked her up. “This is my beautiful Cutie. Cutie, say hello to this guy.”

The dog did no such thing, but shook his tail.

“Boy or girl?” Hector asked.

“She’s a girl. That’s why she is called Cutie,” she said, nuzzling her neck.

Hector had never been jealous of a dog before in his life. What would it take for Verity to want him? To nuzzle him?

Get a grip.

“I’ll be right over.”

He climbed off the ladder and closed it up, moving it across the yard. His cell phone rang, and one glance at the name on the screen showed it was Sean calling him. He turned the call off, then shut the phone down. This was his vacation after all. He had to rest.

Hector picked up his keys and moved quickly to Verity’s door. He didn’t need to knock as it opened.

Verity smiled at him. “Come on in.”

Her home was so different than his. He hadn’t settled into his home. There were no pictures on the walls. There were a few pieces of furniture, but he’d kept things light because he knew he wasn’t going to stay. His life wasn’t meant to be in this small town.

“Your place is amazing,” he said.

“Thanks. I like every place to feel like home. Mom always said that you could never really find peace unless you’re willing to put down roots, and I guess I am. At least, I’m staying here for a short while. Follow me.”

It was hard to focus as he looked at her ass. When she got to the kitchen, he had to pause and contain his whimper as she bent over, and the dress she wore rode up her legs. She had such juicy thighs. Nice and thick. He could imagine them wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard and fast.

Get a grip, Hector.

She put the dog down, stood, and entered the kitchen.

It looked exactly like his, only hers had stuff in it. There was a fruit bowl on the opposite side of the stove. A large fridge with notes spread all over it. A mixing bowl, a food processor, and he caught sight of a blender as well.

Her home appeared to be lived in.

His was nothing like this.

He was just making a quick pitstop based on doctor’s orders.

“Do you want some lemonade?” she asked. “Or tea?”

“Lemonade sounds good.”

She nodded at the seat in front of her before turning around to open the fridge. He admired the curve of her back. His cock was getting thicker with every passing second.

“You want to learn to cook?”

He really didn’t but the only way to get into her company was to come up with some kind of plan.

“I think it’s time I start learning to cook, don’t you? I’m over thirty years old.”

“True. Have you just been living off takeout?” she asked.

“Pretty much.”

Verity wrinkled her nose. “That’s not healthy.”

He wasn’t going to tell her just how healthy he needed to be. “It’s restaurant takeout, if that makes it better?” he asked.