Page 15 of Bad Boy Next Door
Suddenly shamed by my unmade bed, I shook out the navy comforter, wondering when I’d last washed it, and then stretched out on top, folding my hands behind my head. How was I supposed to relax, knowing Jade was so close?
The girl had shown me nothing but shade, yet I was semi-hard. She was hot, in a cute kind of way, but it was more than that.
Was I turned on by the idea of her wanting to please me? Having control over her? Did that make me a sicko?
Intimidation, physical domination—that had been my role in our family business since I was fifteen. But I’d always been extra careful with the ladies, trying as hard to make womencomfortableas I worked to make my adversariesuncomfortable.
Still, the thought of dominating Jade, fucking her with her hands tied over her head, taking her doggie style with my weight pinning her down, finger fucking her and making her come over and over…
Shit.Now I was fully hard.
Unable to get her out of my head, I locked my bedroom door and dealt with it, coming with a groan only seconds after I put hand to dick.
I sure hoped she was still blaring that music.
After a quick nap, I called Keagan.
“She’s here,” I said after he answered.
“Who? What are you talking about?”
“The girl. In 311. She’s in my apartment.”
“Oh. Okay. Really?” Keagan said. “So, what’s she like? Hot?”
“Hot as fuck.”
“Maybe I should pay her a visit.”
“No,” I said too quickly and loudly. Keagan was the kind of man women fell for, tumbled head over heels for, more like it, and I didn’t want him within a mile of Jade.
Keagan chuckled. “Called dibs, have you?”
“Fuck off.”
“Calm down, Brute Squad. Who knows? You might get lucky. She might be into gorillas.”
“Screw you.” I hung up on my brother.
Instantly regretting it, I texted him:Stay away from her, okay?
Sure Nicky,he replied.
Wondering what Jade was up to, I opened my bedroom door a crack and peeked.
Wow.
I swung the door open, barely believing my eyes. All the crap was picked up and there was a pile of garbage bags near the door. The dishes had vanished from the counters, but I couldn’t see any sign of Jade. Had she left when she finished?
Then I heard her—singing along, slightly off key, to the chorus of an Adele song. I walked across the room and spotted her, down on all fours and scrubbing my kitchen floor, her boobs bouncing in time with her effort. I could see straight down her shirt. No bra.
Keeping an eye on Jade was the best thing Keagan had ever asked me to do. She hadn’t spotted me yet, so I kept doing my brotherly duty, trying not to feel like a shit for watching her tits bounce.
Every night, I saw naked women gyrate on stage, twist around poles, spread their legs and squeeze their breasts for the crowd, and yet this was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I watched her tits bob, the muscles of her arms flex, as she scrubbed off something black and crusty I’d always thought was a flaw in the tile.
She stopped and wiped sweat off her brow with the back of her arm. “Enjoying the show?”
My stomach tightened. She knew I’d been watching. “You thinkthat’sa show?”
