Page 46 of The Guy Next Door

“Yeah,” I lie, since I’m leaving out the part that this burglar might not have been here to burgle. “Lock’s changed.Neighborhood Watch on alert. I’ve been keeping the alarm on, and nothing’s come up since.”

“That’s good,” Dad says. “Just strange since this has always been a good neighborhood. But I guess it’s what happens when the economy’s like this. You weren’t hurt. That’s all that really matters.”

“No, and I need to give you back your pepper spray, Mom. Been carrying it around since then.”

“Did you get the one from the office?” When I confirm, she says, “Keep that one. I have another. So tell me more about that guy…Zane.”

“What?” I ask, which makes her expression twist up.

“You talked. I assume you know more about him than that he’s friendlier than he looks.”

“Oh, yeah.” I meant for that to come out casually, but as the words escape my lips, they sound suggestive. I check my parents’ reactions, but they didn’t seem to pick up on it. “He’s nice. I think he just has a hard time warming up to people.”

“What does he do over there?” Dad asks.

“IT work, online.” I take the pan off the heat, turn off the burner.

“Yeah, but why does he live in that house? At his age, he should be going to college or staying somewhere he can go out and party.”

“From what I’ve made out, he doesn’t seem the partying kind.”

I wonder if Dad notices how I evaded answering his question, and I figure now’s my chance to get them off this subject. I talk about Kyra’s health while I fix their plates, and after we finish our little catch-up and the meatballs, I head up to my room and plop down on my bed.

My ass feels so fucking needy right now, but it’s gonna have to wait.

Still…just because we can’t do anything tonight doesn’t mean we can’t make other plans.

ME: So…my parents just got home.

ZANE: I noticed.

ZANE: Obviously.

God, that should be disturbing, not making me laugh.

ZANE: Now maybe I can get some sleep.

I laugh again. Seriously, this shit is fucked up. I shouldn’t be laughing.

ME: I was a little bummed. My ass misses you.

ZANE: Funny ’cause my fingers are missing your ass. *squirt emoji*

Now I’m beaming. And my ass cheeks clench slightly, as if in anticipation of the next chance we’ll get.

ZANE: Don’t worry. They’ll still be here for you when you’re free.

Something naughty rises up within me. And maybe I’m feeling bold because everything he’s texting suggests he doesn’t regret what we did and that he’s looking forward to it again. So I go for it.

ME: I think you know those aren’t the appendages I’m interested in next time.

ME: Not that I would mind being reintroduced.

ME: But you’ve got something else I’m real curious about.

He doesn’t respond as quickly as he did to the other texts, and for a moment, I’m like, seriously? He can’t show me what he can do to my ass and that fat cock and expect me not to be curious. Finally, a response comes through.

ZANE: This doesn’t sound like begging…

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