Pucking My Next-Door Enemy （Sneak Peek）

by Livvy Stone

1

Eve

"IS THIS SEAT TAKEN?" a voice asks confidently.

I turn on the bar stool and look the man up and down slowly. Tall, blonde, not bad looking, wearing a designer suit and tie.

He looks like a douche.

"Yes, I'm waiting for someone," I reply as I look away.

Two weeks ago, I bought a new car, loaded it down with some of my personal belongings, and Diesel and I started a trek across the country to return to my hometown after some men from the Tambov Gang, the Russian Mafia, showed up at my house.

My Pitbull, Diesel, is a trained military/police dog. I had a similar incident a few years ago and my mentor at the time hooked me up with a rescue group who trained dogs as service animals. Diesel quickly became my protector and best friend.

I don't want to be found, so Diesel and I drove from California up and crossed the border into Canada before dipping back down to the United States by way of Michigan. I'm using cash and burner phones, my regular phone has as much advanced security protection on it as it can have, but when dealing with these types of people, you can never be too careful.

I am about eight hours from my hometown of Legacy right now and that's where I'm headed to stay with my brother for a bit. Our parents died in a car accident when I was sixteen and my brother took care of me until I turned eighteen. We used to be really close, but life took us away from each other. I have been here in Detroit for the last few days. I started talking to a guy named Mark on Bumble and he is supposed to be meeting me here.

Because of my background and job, I tend to get to dates at least thirty minutes earlier. In doing so, it gives me the opportunity to pick my seat with a view of all entrances and exits, while also scoping out the place and the people in it. I can never be too careful when it comes to meeting someone online, for obvious reasons as a woman, but also because the Tambov Gang isn't the only group of derelicts who would love to get a hold of me.

This man is not him. Not even close.

I like my men not in the douchebag flavor and he screams it.

"I'm that someone."

"No, you're not."

"I could be."

There's a lot of chaotic noise behind us as a group of six men walk into the bar. I glance back briefly noticing they're rowdy and annoying.

The blonde man in a suit takes a step forward, putting his hand on me.

"I'm sorry," I purr as I grab his wrist. "Did I say you could touch me?"

He laughs awkwardly, clearly thinking I'm playing hard to get.

"You don't have to say the words, babe, when you wear a dress like that. It's obvious you're looking to be touched in all the right places."

Entitled. Douchebag. Creep.

I laugh as I tighten my grip on his wrist, about to engage him in a wrist lock when someone knocks into me hard from behind.

The douchebag rips his arm away. He takes a step toward whoever bumped into me and puffs up.

I turn around and fall into a pair of light, soft green eyes.

Holy Hell, are those real?

He kind of looks like my Bumble date. Damn, that's good timing.

My stomach flips and I suck in a breath as he puts both hands on my arm. Electricity shoots through me.

"Oh man, I am so sorry," a deep baritone voice says, barely audible over the noisy bar.

"Are you Mark?"

"Yes, how are you? Again, I'm sorry. We're a little wild today."

"No problem," I smile. "Have a seat."

The blonde in a suit shoots me a dirty look, removes his grubby paw from my arm, and walks away in a huff.

"Who was that guy?"

"Someone who didn't take no for an answer."

"Let me buy you a drink, gorgeous," he smiles as he gestures toward my almost empty beer.

"Sure, but only if you promise to make it worth my while."

"Oh, I have no doubt that it will be worth your while."

"I love a confident man."

This man is way hotter than his profile pictures online. He's like a six-foot-six wall of muscle. He's got shaggy blondish-brown hair and a goatee.

"What brings you in here tonight?" he asks before he hails the bartender and orders us both drinks.

"You," I reply flirtatiously.

He glances back at me and chuckles. "Lucky me."

"Are you and your friends celebrating something or are you always the life of the party?"

"Both. You look like you could be trouble."

"I am."

Our eyes lock onto each other and I get lost in his sexy, soft green eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"I can handle that challenge."

"That's what I'm hoping for."

"You're absolutely breathtaking," he says as he turns toward me and takes a long pull from his beer bottle. "Can I kiss you?"

I laugh as I lean toward him and kiss him instead. "Asking ruins the mood," I reply as I pull away from him.

He pulls me right back into another kiss. This time, I can feel the warmth flooding my core as his hands go up to my face.

"I have a room upstairs; do you want to continue this there?"

"Lead the way, Romeo."

I stand, he takes my hand and leads me out of the bar. We go to an elevator and as soon as the doors close, he's pulling me into a hot kiss.

The elevator dings softly as we reach his floor, and he leads me down the hallway to his room. As he fumbles with the key card, I can feel the anticipation building in the air between us.

The door swings open, and he pulls me inside, not wasting a moment before pressing me against the wall in another searing kiss. The room is dimly lit, the only source of light filtering in from the city outside, casting long shadows across his face.

His hands are on my hips, firm, but he's hesitant to explore anymore.

Guess I'll take charge then.

My hands go down to his pants, unbuttoning them quickly. He takes the hint and his mouth moves down to my cleavage, exploring hungrily while his hands move down to grab my ass cheeks.

Atta boy.

I moan as I unzip his pants and yank them down. He removes them the rest of the way while also continuing to kiss me.

That's talent.

He hikes up the hem of my little black dress and reveals that I'm not wearing any panties. His eyes find mine before he grins back at me. He drops to his knees in front of me before he spreads my thighs apart.

Yes!

He buries his face in between my legs, moaning as he gets his first taste of me. The vibration sends tingles all over my body and I gasp.

My hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently as he licks and sucks on me, driving me wild. The feel of him is intoxicating.

My breathing quickens as he explores further, his tongue darting in and out, teasing me to the brink.

"You taste so good," he groans into my wet folds, making my heart race. "I could spend all night down here."

The heat between my legs is building, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

He stands up, kisses me, and cups my butt, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he guides himself inside me, filling me.

"Yessssss," I breathe.

I grip his shoulders tightly as I grind down on him.

His eyes lock with mine as he thrusts slowly, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

A low groan escapes my lips as he picks up the pace, each thrust deeper than the last. My breath catches in my throat as the pleasure builds, the tension within me coiling tighter and tighter.

He leans down and kisses me softly, his breath warm and ragged against my lips. His touch is electric, and his hands roam over my body, sending shivers down my spine. He knows exactly where to touch with his hands, and his mouth, it's like he's the conductor of my body.

He carries me to the bed.

"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice low and gravelly. I comply, eagerly opening myself up to him. He takes a moment to take in the sight of me, lying there naked and exposed, before he crawls up my body, his eyes never leaving mine.

His lips meet mine in another passionate kiss, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. I arch my back, wanting to feel more of him against me, and he complies, positioning himself at my entrance.

He enters me again, this time slowly before he hits my G-spot.

"There it is," he breathes.

I don't know that I've ever had a man know when he hits that spot, at least not that they've voiced.

Fuck.

I let out a gasp as he hit just the right spot, my entire body trembling with pleasure.

"Take it, baby, take it all," he urges, thrusting into me deeper and harder with each word.

He pumps his hips faster and faster, sending electric sparks through me. I can't help but moan, my body responding to his every touch.

"That's it, take it, take it all," I whisper back, my voice barely recognizable as my own.

His hands grip my thighs. His body moves with a power and intensity that sends shockwaves of desire through me. I want him to take me higher, to push me over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. The room is a haze of sensation, the city lights dancing in the shadows as the sounds of our passion fill the room.

Then, suddenly, everything comes to a headas I cry out, arching my back and clinging to him as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over. He continues to thrust into me, his own release building.

With every swift thrust, he takes me to the edge, and I can feel it coursing through me. My orgasm is building up within me, like a volcano about to erupt. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, unable to control myself.

"Oh, God," I moan, my voice trembling as I surrender to the wave of pleasure flooding over me. The whole world fades away, and all that exists is him and me, connected in the most intimate of ways.

He keeps thrusting, riding out my climax, pressing into me with every powerful stroke. It's intense, it's beautiful, and it's ours. His eyes stay locked with mine, the heat of them burning into me, reflecting my own desire.

He lets out a primal growl and collapses on top of me, spent and panting.

"That was incredible," I whisper, finally able to catch my breath. He kisses me softly, tendrils of warmth still pulsing between us.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and concerned.

I smile up at him, a warm feeling spreading through me. "Better than okay," I reply. "I've never felt so alive."

"Good, we're feeling the same vibe."

He slowly pulls out of me, moves to the side, and pulls me into him.

Normally, I would bail after sex. I'm not the cuddly type at all.

I can't be, especially now. One night stand with a hot guy that I'll never see again, that's all this can be. But for now, I'm going to pretend like I didn't write a computer program for the military that has caused the Russian Mafia to come after me so that they can get classified information.

I'm putting this sweet man's life in danger by even being with him tonight.

I used a fake name on the dating site, so hopefully he doesn't suffer for this one night of sweet release.

I feel so safe right here.

Damn it, it's that really good orgasm afterglow that has me feeling like he'll protect me from dragons.

You can protect yourself, girl. Get out of here.

"Damn, I am worn out," he chuckles. "Usually, I have way better stamina than this."

"That's what they all say," I giggle.

"Is that so? Let me get a ten-minute power nap and then I'll make your legs shake even more than they already are."

"All talk."

He chuckles and pulls me into him. "It's a promise."

He closes his eyes and within a few minutes, he's sound asleep.

It's really annoying how men can do that.

My phone buzzes with a notification. I have a new message on Bumble. I open the app to see that Mark has messaged me.

What?

Hey, I'm really sorry I missed our date. I think I have COVID, I've been asleep for the last twelve hours. Raincheck?

Who the fuck is this man if he's not Mark?

Shit, Eve, shit. How did you let this happen?

I move and when he doesn't notice I remove myself from the bed. I straighten my clothes quietly leaving his room.

I immediately go to the shower, and turn the spray on as hot as it can go before, I climb in.

Was he one of Ivan's guys?

No, if that were the case I'd be dead. He'd have taken the many chances I'd given him to catch me off guard.

Was that just dumb luck that I ran into a hot guy with an incredible dick?

That guy seemed pretty great, he definitely knows what he's doing with that dick and mouth, but it can't be anything else.

I have to get to my brother's house and hide out. Ivan, the man chasing me, won't know to look for me there and it's my only chance at staying alive.

The only chance Mark, or whatever his real name is, has at staying alive.

I can't bring him into this no matter how bad my body wants to go back to him.