Dirty Neighbor (The Dirty Suburbs) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B

like a damn idiot the other day did nothing to convince him of that.
     
    I grumble under my breath as I grab for my phone and check his message.
     
    Keeland: Sammie…
     
    I can almost hear him saying my name in that teasing, sing-song way of his.
     
    Sammie: WHAT?
     
    I’m not sure that response conveys the level of annoyance I feel. So when it takes him a few minutes to respond, I send him a couple of question marks and some exclamation points to speed things along.
     
    His next message makes me tingle all over.
     
    Keeland: I want to come over. To play…
     
    A sharp reaction pulses at my core. My cheeks blaze. My pulse hammers. I am all hot and bothered.
     
    Dammit!
     
    I’m done being taunted by him.
     
    He thinks he's so irresistible, flaunting his hotness all around, teasing me facetiously, making me lose my damn mind. But I’ll show him.
     
    I’m not just his best friend's innocent kid sister, a little girl he can just toy around with for shits and giggles.  I'm all grown-up now. I'm gonna make him want me. I’m gonna make his balls turn cobalt blue. And one thing’s for sure – he will never have the privilege of getting his hands on my body.
     
    I pick up my phone and tap across the screen.
     
    Sammie: Meet me at the bedroom window.
     
    I grin to myself as I hit ‘send’.
     
    I’ll teach him a lesson.
     
    I'll show him. I’ll SHOW him.
     

Chapter 13

     
     
    I glance down at the phone in my hand.
     
    Keeland: I want to come over. To play…
     
    I hope she knows that I’m not talking hopscotch.
     
    My cock was already rock hard when I sent Sammie that text message, but when she told me to meet her at the window… Fuck! My poor dick is tenting the fabric of my sweatpants now.
     
    I’m standing at the window and I have no idea what she has planned for me. For all I know, she could be scheming to pelt my window with eggs. But damn, it might be worth it, just to see that sexy pout on her lips.
     
    The blinds rise slowly in the second floor window next door and Sammie comes into view. She’s wearing that same fluttery, white sundress with spaghetti-thin straps that reveals her graceful neck and pale arms. I imagine sliding my tongue down that neck and hearing her moan as I do it.
     
    She gives me a wicked look that says it’s her turn to taunt me. She takes slow steps backwards, eyes fixed on mine and she sits in the large wicker chair directly across from the window.
     
    The sensual way she’s moving causes a chill to run down my arms. I feel my heart pick up speed as she lifts one foot onto the seat of the chair and slowly trails her fingers from her ankle to her knee, her eyes on me the whole time.
     
    Shit — this is her payback. She’s punishing me for the way I embarrassed her when I caught her peeking at me the other night. And she’s going to make me suffer.
     
    Her fingers run from her knee to her pelvis before she slides her hand under the skirt of her flimsy dress. I swallow hard and move closer to the pane, hardly able to believe my eyes. Sammie’s tongue darts out and swipes her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering for a fraction of a second. I can barely see her hand moving under the fabric, but I can see her face quickly morphing from wicked and mean to soft and vulnerable. Her facade is melting away with each tiny stroke of her fingers.
     
    The movement of her hand accelerates and her lips part. My breath fogs the window when I lean in, pressing my hands to the glass like an eager child. I can only imagine the sounds that she’s making. I wish I were right there to hear her, to smell her musk filling the room, to put my hand on hers and guide it in small, slow circles around her clit. Her head falls to the side and one strap slips off of her shoulder, revealing a small, perfectly round breast. She’s so lost in her movements now, it’s almost as if she’s forgotten that she has a spectator.
     
    She fondles each breast in turn as she continues to stroke