Page 6 of Glory Hole

“Thanks, man. I could use some help. Maddox, this is my neighbor, Glory. Glory Greystone, this is my friend and guitarist in our band, Maddox Case.”

“Nice to meet you, Glory.” Maddox takes my hand and kisses it. His warm lips scatter chills up my arm.

“Okay, Madd, lay off my neighbor.” Beck lets out a laugh, and he shakes his head.

“What? I’m just being a gentleman. I can’t help it if I have manners.”

“Yeah, manners are what you’ve got.”

Maddox is hot. That cool, suave kind of hot. He’s almost as tall as Beckett and built just as well but with a bit more bulk. Where Beck is light, Maddox is dark.Jet black hair styled back from his face. Deep, emerald green eyes and a gorgeous smile, and holy fucking shit. Dimples. The fucker has dimples. Where the fuck did these guys come from? All I can think about is being the jam in a Beckett-Maddox sandwich. Jesus, that’s the shit fantasies are made of, or books.

“Glory, you hear me?” Beck asks, and I come back from my wet dream to realize I’ve not heard a word he said.

“What? I’m sorry.” I can feel the blush creep up on my cheeks.

“You ready?”

For a ménage a trois? Yes, yes, I am.

He leaves himself wide open for these things. Doesn’t he?

Chapter Three

Glory

I say goodnight to Captain Hot-Ass and his super sexy sidekick in the hall and gather myself to face the firing squad. The moment I open the door, I’m assaulted by laughter. I love these girls. They are my best friends, my family. They pick me up when I am down. I know they worry about me because all I do is work, read, write, and hang out with them, but after Jack and I split up, I needed some time to myself. It didn’t end very well, to say the least.

It was our three-year anniversary, and I went to surprise him at the university where he teaches Intro to Statistics, only the surprise was on me. I timed it to arrive for his lunch break. He always said he was too busy to leave for lunch, so I had Jen and Evelyn create a picnic basket for us of tea sandwiches, a fresh baguette, desserts, and wine to celebrate.

I arrived at his office about twenty minutes after his class dismissed, opened the door, and lost my mind. His teaching assistant was on her hands and knees on his desk, and he was fucking her like a wild beast. I’m talking hair-pulling, throat-choking fucking. I’m still not certain if it was the hurt of the betrayal or the fact that he didn’t fuck me so wildly, so uncontrolled, so full of lust, need, and madness that spurred my inner rage demon to surface, but surface she did. He never fucked me like that. Ever. In three years! I never saw that side of him.

Some unintelligible battle cry screeched out as I withdrew my baguette like Excalibur from my picnic basket of doom and began to swing it at Jack’s naked body with reckless abandon. Once the baguette was bashed into crumbs, most of which covered him and his skank, who was curled up into a ball sobbing, naked on his desk, I went for the stapler. Jack ran, as he should have, but the fact that he ran into the hallway naked, with a crazy staple-wielding lady chasing him, didn’t do either of us any favors.

Needless to say, security was called. Jack was placed on leave. Fortunately, he didn’t press charges. That was over a year ago. It’s not that I loved Jack so much as I couldn’t move on. I found it a bit hard to put my heart back out there. I just hadn’t been interested. No one had caught my eye. Well, my neighbor’s cock did, but that didn’t count.

I shake off the memories as I take Wookie off his leash. He scampers to the kitchen to beg the girls for food. Such a little panderer. I make a beeline straight for the hole in my wall. I have to cover it up and hope the girls haven't already seen it. I pull the large scenic painting off the wall from above the side table of my reading nook. If I rest it on the floor and lean it back against the wall, over the hole, that should do the trick.Now that my secret is hidden by a woodland stream, I steel myself for the inquisition to come.

When I walk into the kitchen, I head straight for the wine. I pour a glass, and silence descends upon the room. I squint my eyes as I take a sip, a large sip, of my wine. I dare not turn around.

“Out with it, bitch. Why did you not immediately tell us there was a sex god moving in next door?” Christina asks. I can feel their glares on the back of my head.

Any other time, I would have called them. I know that. They know that. It’s just after what Beck and I shared, or rather, what I had stolen from him and made my own, I wasn’t ready to share it or him with anyone.

Reluctantly, I turn to face them. The raised eyebrows, the unspoken accusations, the betrayal of not sharing the hotness stare back at me.

Then we all burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry. I ran into him in the elevator where I promptly stumbled over all my words. Really, there was nothing to mention other than the fact I have a hot neighbor now and I made an idiot of myself. Also, he has a hot friend over right now.”

“How hot are we talking?” Jen asks.

“Three alarm.”

“Damn, we need to go next door. How do we get a look?” Jen asks, refilling her glass. The look on her face tells me she's already working up a plan in her head.

“We are not going next door. Beck just moved in today. He’s still unpacking. They play in a band together so he’ll be around again I’m sure.”

“WHAT? HOLY HELL! NO. FUCKING. WAY!” Ev shouts and starts bouncing up and down.

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