Page 4 of Glory Hole

“Hey neighbor.”

It’s not Jen and Ti.

Fuck.

I feel such shame and glee in equal measure. Oh, my damn. Does he know I watched him? That I touched myself to him touching himself?I snap my head up and peek around the edge of my open door at Beckett. Can’t shut it, can I? That’d be considered rude, right? He stands before me, leaning against the door jamb, just as comfortable and sexy as you please. Like he owns it. Lucky door. There’s the damn sexy smirk again.

“Hi Beck.” I’m already sounding breathy and needy, and the man just said hi. He makes an appearance, and it’s as if my brain cells take a vacation. My libido kicks into hyperdrive, dominating all my faculties.I can’t help it, though. He is sex personified. He is a magnificent specimen.

He’s clad in a black and white plaid flannel shirt, sleeves cuffed to his elbows, showing me hints of those biceps trapped within the sleeves. A tight, black t-shirt snuggles against his broad, muscled chest highlighting the abs I know are there beneath the stretched material. The fit of his faded, worn jeans only makes me imagine how they must cling to that ass. God, that ass. I follow those jeans down, beyond the bulge I’m now mentally picturing, since I’ve had an intimate look at the behemoth, all the way down those powerful legs, to his scuffed-up sexy, leather biker boots.

A throat clears, and I look up to see Christina and Jen catching me outright eye-fucking the beast in front of me.

“Hi Glory. Who’s your friend?” Ti asks with a devious grin, tilting her head her toward me. Great. Busted. Cat’s out of the bag. Jen stands out of Beck’s line of sight, making grabbing gestures toward his ass. Girl, I know that ass looks good. I don’t blame her a bit. I can only imagine what it looks like in jeans. It’s phenomenal in sweat pants.

“Ladies, Beck Jameson. Pleased to meet you.”

He lights their panties on fire with what I’m quickly realizing is his trademark smirk. It’s like he’s hiding a sensuous secret and only he is privy. Except now, I’m privy too. He’s packing. He’s not just cocky. He’s packing a whole lot of cock. Big, hard, amazing cock. I get chills just remembering it.

“Christina Elliott, and this is Jen Haner.” Christina, or Ti as we call her, manages the introductions before I can get my brain to form words and open my mouth. He shakes each of their hands, and I can almost read the lewd thoughts these two have running through their minds. Mostly, because I’m having the same ones.

“Pleased to meet you, Beck. How do you know our Glory?” Jen asks with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile.

“We’re neighbors. I just moved in next door. We share a wall. Don’t we, GG?” He lowers those sexy eyes, pinning me in their green depths. GG? He’s nicknamed me? Why does that turn me on? Wait, what’d he just say? Does he know? Oh, my damn…he’s still looking at me like he knows all my secrets.

What. The. Fuck?

He knows I watched him Jack the beanstalk while I clam-jammed. Oh Jesus. Can I go to jail for this? I don’t want to go to jail. I don’t look good in orange. I’m not a fighter. I’ll end up someone’s bitch out of the gate. Maybe she’ll be nice to me and braid my hair while we do hard time—me for being a sleazy perv and her for burning down her boyfriend’s house because he didn’t answer the phone when she called.I attract the crazies. Always have.

“Did you need something, Beck?” My nerves over him knowing I just invaded his privacy cause my voice to tremble slightly. I open the door wider, trying to steer Jen and Christina through it. I don’t want an audience at this shame show.

“Yeah, some of your mail was placed in my mail box.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a couple of envelopes and a sales circular. When he hands them to me, his fingers slightly brush mine and my nipples try to punch through my bra, desperate to seek his attention.

“Oh. Thank you.” He doesn’t know I had a front row seat in his one-man show earlier.Thank God! My hand trembles as I take the mail from his. This fear is almost enough to deter me from spying on him again. Almost.

“Christina, Jen, will you take the mail inside for me? Wookie needs to go out.” I hold the mail out toward Jen. Take a hint, bitches. Scoot. Jen pins me with her brown eyes, not at all fooled into thinking I’m doing anything other than trying to get him alone. After she’s finished glaring her I-know-what’s-up-bitch look at me, she turns to Beck.

“Sure thing. Nice to meet you, Beck.” She says it coyly, assessing Beckett from head to toe.Then she turns to me, quirking her perfect brow before taking the mail from my hand and moving into my apartment. That brow quirk means she expects an explanation as to what is going on between Beck and me. That’s one conversation I’m not entirely sure I can have and not come off like the over-horny freak I am.

“See you around, Beck.” Christina waves her hand, laughing as she moves around Wookie and me. She’s not fooled either. They know me too well. Plus, they can likely see and feel the “Over here, Beck, I’m easy” vibes I’m flinging toward him, as I try to mentally will him to take off his clothes in the hall. It isn’t working. He’s still dressed. I try harder.

Evelyn approaches and stops beside me. “Who’s this?” She eyes Beck and shoots me a devious smile, likely for not including her sooner.

“Beckett Jameson, Evelyn Salinas.” I point between the pair of them.

“Would you like to join us, Beck?” Evelyn asks, and I feel the color drain from my face. He’ll see the hole! He cannot come in! Oh shit, shit, shit! The girls will see it! I didn’t hide it! I’ve got to steer him out of here.

“I’m about to take Wookie out,” I interject swiftly.

“Thanks for the invite, Evelyn, but I just moved in today. I still have a lot of unpacking to do.” Relief floods through my body that he’s not taking Evelyn up on her offer. As long as the girls don’t notice my new entertainment portal into Beck’s world, my secret is safe.

“Too bad. Some other time then, yeah?” Evelyn offers a way too dubious smile for my liking. She’s up to something. I can almost see her wheels turning. It’s been a while since I’ve dated, and now, I have a hot neighbor. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out my best friend sees Beck as my potential fuck buddy. She keeps telling me, “To get over someone, you need to get under someone else.”

“Do I know you, Beck? Have we met? You look so familiar.” Evelyn squints at Beck. Recognition flashes across her features.

A blush creeps onto Beck’s cheeks. It’s adorable. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m sure I would have remembered.” How odd. I wonder why her question would embarrass him?

“Is this Wookie?” Beckett asks as he squats to pet him. Wookie, like the rest of us, is immediately in love with him. Any thought of going out is long gone as he sits and adoringly stares at Beck, basking in the affection being lavished upon him by His Royal Hotness.

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