THREE
Paige
Him.
Him.
Stone. The fucking neighbor from hell with the overactive sex life, had kept me up all night.
I slammed the door of my apartment, not giving two shits if it rattled the walls in his damn place. I’d give him a run for his money. I’d show him how torturous it can be to live next to a sex maniac freak.
I threw my mail down on the kitchen table, then tore into my room, pulling the top of my uniform over my head and throwing it in the corner. I peeled down my pants, catching a glimpse of the stupid little parrots that decorated the fabric and remembering the way he’d called me little bird.
What a bastard.
I crawled into bed, making sure I bounced on it extra hard, enough so the headboard clattered against the wall a few times.
Fuck you, Stone.
I flipped over, yanking open the drawer on my side table and pulling out the tiny black bullet that I’d received at a bachelorette party. It was the only sex toy I owned, rarely used, but I was bound and determined to make good use of it tonight.
I flipped on the little motor, smiling when I heard it hum to life. I cranked the dial further, wishing the buzzing was loud enough to reach through the walls. Sliding the toy down my body, I hovered just above the crest of my pussy, dancing the little buzzing devil over my panties, and I hesitated.
This was immature, wasn’t it?
Yes. But he was so damn arrogant. How could he move in and have no respect for the neighbors when I’d politely asked him to tone the fuck down?
A door slammed closed in the apartment behind my head.
Stone.
I fumed, wondering if replacing the batteries on my little pocket-sized boyfriend would make it buzz any louder.
No, that’s your job.
Shit. I snuggled deeper into the fluffy blanket, spreading my thighs a little farther apart and touching the bullet to my pussy again.
I heard the bed squeak and shake just like it always did when he crawled into bed. But this was early. He definitely wasn’t going to bed yet…was he?
I adjusted myself again, nerves eating up my stomach as I thought of his dark brown eyes, rimmed with thick eyelashes that cast shadows across his cheeks when his eyes squinted in laughter.
Yes, I’d noticed all that.
I’d also noticed that Stone was much sexier than any man ought to be. The broad biceps bulging through the thin white t-shirt he wore. The sharp cut of sexy muscle that stretched below his hips peeking out from his waistband when he’d shifted toward me. That glimpse of sun-kissed, golden flesh that promised so much more chiseled perfection hidden under a layer of cotton. The way the bold asshole had leaned in, whispering across my neck and leaving my panties damp for action they hadn’t seen in far too long.
Vulgar groans emanated through the paper-thin walls, the creaking sound of a bed in movement shattering the bubble of desire that’d bloomed in my stomach.
“Dammit,” I seethed, shaking my ass on the bed so the headboard would knock against the wall again.
The groans only grew louder.
I gritted my teeth, sitting up on my knees and placing the vibrator right against the goddamn wall, exactly where I imagined his big arrogant head would be. The vibrating head bumped and rattled against the wall, my grin growing wider as I imagined him fuming, his night surely ruined now.
I waited, trying to listen intently through the clattering of my sex toy, finally backing off to find the soft, erotic moans had only gotten quieter, but were still very present.
I rolled over on my bed, huffing as irritation pumped through my veins. I was determined to get my revenge on this arrogant asswipe.
I slipped the bullet under the elastic of my panties, holding it to my clit and instantly feeling arousal burn through my veins. My mouth popped open, and a soft sigh escaped.
I applied a little more pressure, exploring with the little textured head all the nerves between my legs. I allowed another moan to fall from my lips before I closed my eyes, dialing up the volume a few more notches and releasing another, even louder moan.
The sounds of sex from the other apartment died down instantly.
But it was too late, that magic little bullet of love had pushed me past the point of no return.
I clamped down on my lower lip, stifling loud moans as I swirled the head around my slit, sliding it down the seam of my damp lips, massaging my clit again, enjoying the slight bite of the nub as it kneaded my flesh.
“Oh my God, oh my God…” I groaned, hips arching as I clamped down on my lip again. I’d meant to put on a show, but I hadn’t meant to get that loud.
But that little fucking bullet carried the secret to life, I was sure of it.
I hummed, one fist clutching at the sheets at my side, my other hand working the toy in tight circles at my clit. Jagged breaths cut with gasping moans filled the silence in my apartment as my toes curled, my back arching, my nipples hot and hard with built-up pressure, until…until…
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Someone was knocking on the door. I dropped the toy, cringing as it thudded loudly on the cherry wood floors.
“Fuck.” I hopped out of bed, pulling a tank top and shorts on. “Coming!” I called, feigning casualness when I really wished I could ignore the door and finish what I’d started in the bedroom. Every nerve between my thighs flaming with warmth, begging and burning for the orgasm we’d worked so hard for.
“Who is it?” I breathed, unlocking the door and opening it without looking.
I should have looked.
If I had looked, I would have turned right around and gone back to my little magical friend.
But instead I opened the door and ran smack dab into the hard wall of his smooth, chiseled, naked chest. “Oh my God.”
“Apparently,” he growled, pushing through my doorway and slamming it on the hinges. “What’s with the show, little bird?”
I crossed my arms, feet rooted as we squared off. “No show, just, ya know, having some fun.”
“Fun?” His body entered my space, one hand landing on my hip, the other catching my wrist in his large palm. “Got a new friend?”
I turned fifty shades of red when he pulled the little bullet from my sweaty hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d been clutching it so tightly. But that’s what Stone did to me. He made me mad as hell, tense with irritation, wild with—
“I can make you cum harder than that little battery-operated bastard ever could.” He tossed the vibrator on the couch.
“Look, I didn’t mean to piss you off earlier, but those walls are really thin—”
“Don’t I know it,” he murmured against the crook of my neck. Jesus, what the fuck was that hot, wet, fucking amazing feeling crawling through my body? “I couldn’t listen to those sexy little noises you were making a second longer.”
I shuddered when his free hand trailed down my stomach, fingertips wisping against my body and causing rampant lightning bolts to catapult through me.
“Look at how perky those sweet little nipples are for me,” he whispered, blowing warm breath from his mouth over the needy little nubs, causing them to harden painfully, the outlines obvious through my soft cotton tank.
His hand slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts, and I instantly thought I should be stopping him.
Why the hell wasn’t I stopping him?
I squirmed, running my hands over his carved shoulder blades. His thumb made contact with the outside of my underwear, directly over the hot little bud I’d been frantically working earlier, and a soft sigh tumbled out of my mouth.
“That’s it, little bird. Let me hear those sexy little grunts now.”
I clamped down on my lips, instantly self-conscious, but the desire pooling in my belly was much too strong to ignore for long.
“No, no. Don’t get quiet on me now.” His lips pressed against my ear. “You wanted me to hear the show, didn’t you? Sing, little bird.” His thumb applied more pressure to the bud of my clit, and then, with one swift grunt, he was shoving my cotton panties aside and making contact with my skin.
Warm, rough fingers meeting hot, aching, wet flesh.
“Oh God…”
“There she goes again,” he whispered, pulling my head to his and swallowing the little grunts that were peeling past my lips. His hand worked swiftly between my legs, arousal pooling and dampening my thighs, his tongue thrusting past my lips. Another hand threaded in my tangle of curls, pulled at my hair as he pressed his lips to mine so fiercely I knew that they’d be swollen in the morning.
Evidence of where he’d been.
I secretly hoped they would.
“Bet this little pussy tastes even better than it smells.” His filthy, unfiltered words wrapped around my ears, causing a spring to come uncoiled and shoot through every muscle of my body. I arched and rocked, riding my orgasm on his palm as I came harder and quicker than I ever had.
My knees softened to gelatin, my eyelids suddenly too heavy to hold their own weight. I clutched at Stone’s shoulders, heaving as I breathed in the air at his neck. The sexy, spicy, earthy scent of him.
“Oh God.”
“Mm…you’re welcome.” I heard the cocky tone of his voice. The way his lips curved up as he peered down at me only confirmed it.
Fucking Stone.
The neighbor from hell with the body of a Greek god and fingers so talented he could have told me he’d created the Sistine Chapel himself and I would have believed him.
How could I share a wall with him without thinking about his hand down my pants?
“Stone, I need to get to sleep, I think--”
“Got it, gorgeous.” He caught my chin between his thumb and finger, planting a hungry kiss on my lips before backing away. “Have a good night.”
The way his mouth curved up in that charming, rogue-ish, sort of maddening grin was the closest thing to swooning at a man’s feet I’d ever been. What was this hold he had on me? Or more accurately, my body?
I crossed my arms, feeling a little uncomfortable, which was odd, considering how far he’d been already.
“Night, Stone.”
“See ya, little bird.” He swung the door closed behind him, before swinging it open again and ducking his head in. “Don’t forget to lock this door behind me.”
I grinned, feeling warmth pool in my belly. “Goodnight, Stone.”
I pushed the door closed behind him, sliding the deadlock in place. I turned and let my body sink into the door, a unstoppable grin pulling at my cheeks.
Fucking Stone.