Page 9 of The Brothers Next Door

Chapter 4

Layla

I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen the next morning. However, I didn’t expect to open my eyes and roll over to see a note saying, I had a great night, thanks. While I’d had my reservations the previous evening and had felt somewhat slutty, finding an impersonal note thanking me for fucking him made me feel like a downright whore. The only thing worse would be if he’d left twenty bucks on the table along with it.

What did I expect… really?

And Ohmygod! I’d let him put it in my ass! I put the pillow next to me over my head and screamed out my frustration.

Who does that on a first date? Were there different rules for one-night stands? Did it really matter since I would never see him again? The fact that I’d never see him again was the only consolation I had right now.

Deciding what was done was done, I stretched and then groaned. My body ached. One thing that last night did show me was that I was seriously out of shape. People weren’t supposed to hurt like this after sex.

Sliding out of bed, my butt clenched and I immediately remembered why I never had anal sex. It hurt going in and it hurt the next day. I should have known he was too big for my back entrance. Not that I was overly experienced in the butt drilling department…

Grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet, I made my way into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. A hot shower was just what I needed to wash away the smell of sex that clung to me. The feeling of the loofa as I scrubbed my body with rose scented body wash felt divine.

Maybe I was weak, hard to say, but as I stood there under the pummel of the hot water, with the loofa scrubbing my inner thighs, my mind drifted off to images of Nate with his head between my legs, the vision of his dick sliding in and out of me, the feeling of him as he worked my ass with his fingers while punishing my core with his shaft. My pussy clenched and a fluttering ignited in my stomach. Despite the soreness I was feeling today I knew that if he offered me another night I’d be all for it. But the note made it perfectly clear, just as his words had last night before he came home with me, it was one time only. But it still didn’t stop me from wondering about him—not just the sex but about him in general. I shared my body with the man and knew next to nothing about him!

I shook off my ponderings and got to work shampooing and conditioning my hair. There was a lot to do today, including packing the rest of my few belongings. With any luck, the place I bought in the lower west side of Manhattan would be ready early for move-in. The realtor was optimistic.

Once satisfied I was cleansed of the previous night’s escapades, I turned off the shower and stepped out, only to freeze in my tracks at the sound of my front door opening and closing. Then footsteps walking into my living room.

Grabbing the towel from the rack, I quickly wrapped it around my body and then a second around my hair all the while listening intently to the sounds of movement on the other side of the bathroom door. Who in the hell could that be? Did Nate go out for coffee or something and come back? My entire body shivered at the thought that he’d still be here.

But what if it wasn’t? What if it was a burglar? Crime was high in this area. If Nate had left the door unlocked anyone could have just walked in. I looked around frantically for anything that could be used as a weapon. The razor, nope. My eyes shifted to the plunger. I grabbed it, feeling the weight in my hand and then setting it back down in disgust—that wouldn’t hurt a kitten. My eyes finally landed on a can of hair spray. Grabbing it, I flicked off the top and then grabbed the lighter I used to light my candles. In the movies people used the combo as a torch. I wasn’t sure if it worked in real life, but it was the best idea I had.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the door handle and slowly twisted it, attempting to be as quiet as possible. If it was indeed an intruder, then the element of surprise was all I had, though considering the person came into the apartment while the shower was going and now it was off, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that I was going to be coming out at any second.

Opening the door a crack, I peeked out. There was no one in the kitchen, and I couldn’t see into the living room. What if they were behind the door just waiting for me to come out so they could grab me and put a chloroform rag out over my mouth? I’d wake up strapped to the bed with some hunch-backed, disfigured man wearing a mask sitting in a chair across the room with his hard dick in his hand waiting for me to wake.

Fuck. I gave my head a shake. I seriously needed to cut down on watching horror movies—they were giving me too many ideas that I didn’t need or want to have.

Here goes everything, I thought as I pushed open the door and charged into the living room, can of hairspray and lighter at the ready in front of me. If it was an intruder, they’d better hope this wouldn’t work. If it was indeed Nate, then I was about to experience one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

“Jesus, woman, what’s with the hairspray and lighter?” Misty crinkled her nose up as she looked up at me from her place on the sofa. “Careful with that or you’ll end up burning the place down.” She looked around herself and grimaced. “’Course, you might actually be doing this place a favor.”

“What are you doing here?” I set the can and lighter on the end table and took a seat in the arm chair across from the sofa. “How did you get in, was the door unlocked?”

She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You gave me your spare key last week, remember?”

It took me a moment, but sure enough, the memory of giving her the spare key appeared in my mind. “Okay, then the second question would be why are you here?”

“To make sure you’re okay and bring you a morning coffee.” She motioned to the paper Starbucks coffee cup which was untouched.

“And…” That wasn’t the only reason, she couldn’t fool me for a second.

“And to get the gossip,” she added with a smirk before taking a sip from her coffee cup. “So, let’s hear all the dirty details.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” I picked up the coffee and took a drink.

“Bullshit. Just by looking at you I can tell you got laid.”

Heat began to rise up to my cheeks and I found myself unable to meet her inquisitive gaze, partially because I was never good at talking about sexual stuff with my friends, but also because I was somewhat embarrassed that he’d given me a night of passion unlike anything I’d experienced before and then left a note. How cliché. Way to make a girl feel like a whore. “What I did or didn’t do is hardly any of your business. I had a good time with Nate and that’s the end of it.”

“Are you going to see him again? When did he leave?” She sat forward on the sofa, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

With a sigh, I stood up. “Wait here.” She wasn’t going to drop it until I gave her at least something. Might as well give it to her straight up.

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