The Good Neighbor - Bettes Kimberley A. - Страница 28

I decided I wouldn’t fight it this time. When the urge to cum came, I would just go with it. I really didn’t think I had enough will power to hold back any longer. I hadn’t been with a broad in weeks, if not months. This broad had been flaunting herself next door and teasing me. Not to mention that I’d been walking around with what seemed to be a permanent hard-on.

Yeah, this was definitely going to be impossible to fight. I would just go with it, ride it out.

And there it was. The tingling that started deep down, and worked its way up until I was caught in the thrall. I exploded into her, gasping and biting her breast so hard, I was certain I tasted blood. The metallic taste made me thrust harder, like a madman. I emptied myself into her with a final shudder.

Now, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of here without her screaming. And how was I going to keep her from going to the cops? I really should’ve thought this through more, but it was impossible to think when all the blood in my body was in my aching loins.

In the clarity of the moment, I wasn’t sure what to do. But I had to think fast.

“I’m going to get off you now and get dressed. If you make a sound, I’ll slit your throat and watch you bleed, and then I’ll go downstairs and do the same to those brats of yours. Got it?” I asked with my mouth no more than two inches from her face.

She nodded.

I pulled myself out of her and started to get up, but realized that my hard-on was still there. The orgasm hadn’t gotten rid of it. That had never happened to me before.

I put all my weight on my arms and looked down between the broad and me to my dick, as if seeing it would change the facts. I threw the broad a strange look. I didn’t know what to do. If this hadn’t gotten rid of the damn thing, what would? Why wouldn’t it go away?

“All right,” I mumbled to myself. Surely, it was still there because I wasn’t done with her.

I forced myself back into her with more force than before. She sobbed, but that didn’t stop me. I kept on, as if she was enjoying it, which I was sure she was.

I was banging her now with all I had. I was throwing myself against her so hard, it was hurting me.

But I had to.

I was breathing so hard and fast, my chest hurt.

But I had to.

I was sweating so much it was dripping down onto her face. I didn’t care. This wasn’t even about her now. This was about me. Me and my eternal hard-on.

Sure, it felt good banging her. Damn good. Hell, I’d already came once. What the hell was the problem? I didn’t understand. All I knew to do was keep banging her.

So I did.

I kept on slamming myself against her over and over until I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t have the strength, I didn’t have the breath, and I didn’t have the time. I was sure Owen would be back any second.

Finally, I stopped. I laid there on her for a minute catching my breath. I could feel her sobbing underneath me. It still turned me on, but I just couldn’t do anything about it.

I was pissed.

I put my face closer to hers and said, “Remember what I said.”

She nodded.

48 Owen

I put the trash bag containing the bed clothes Bernie had ruined in the trash can at the curb and replaced the lid.

I yawned, happy to be finished with this chore. I wanted more than anything to get home so I could cuddle with Carla and get some sleep.

Oscar ran up to me, coming from who knows where. I scratched behind his ears before heading home.

I saw that everything was still dark at Bernie’s house. I wondered what he’d been up to all day and night. He was probably nursing his wounds. I’d done more than tap his head with that golf club. Carla had done a number on his crotch as well. He was sure to be in agony.

I quietly opened the door and stepped inside my house. I went into the living room and checked on the kids before I headed upstairs.

I had only gone up a couple of steps when I heard a crash and a thump come from my bedroom.

I bolted up the stairs and burst into the room. It took a few seconds to register what I was seeing.

Carla stood naked, crying. She had her arms folded across her chest, covering as much of her body as she could. I saw blood on her right breast. Even from across the room, I could see her trembling.

I saw all that in one second.

In the next second, I saw Bernie crumpled on the floor, naked with an erection, surrounded by shards of glass. The remnants of the lamp from my nightstand were scattered around him.

I was both furious with Bernie and concerned for Carla at the same moment. I decided Carla was more important. Bernie was out cold, so I had a minute or so before he regained consciousness.

I ran to Carla and threw my arms around her.

“Are you okay?” I wanted to squeeze her against me to let her know it was okay, that she was safe. But I didn’t want to hurt her. I knew if her breast was bleeding, there was no telling what other injuries she had. “What’d he do to you?” I asked, doing my best to keep from sounding angry. I didn’t want her to think I was angry with her. That was the farthest thing from the truth.

She didn’t have to say it. She looked up at me, eyes full of tears, chin quivering, and I knew. I knew what that bastard had done to her. And I knew what I was going to do to him.

“Carla, grab your clothes and go downstairs. Don’t come back up here, no matter what.” I kissed the top of her head and turned to deal with Bernie.

Before I was fully turned around, Bernie lunged at me. I threw up my arms to avoid the impact of his bulky body slamming into mine, but it was too late. He hit me with all his weight and we stumbled backward, falling onto the bed.

I felt it before I knew what it was. As Bernie stood, I saw the knife, dripping my blood. The overwhelming stinging in my side was explained now. He had stabbed me. I reached down and touched the spot where it stung the most. It didn’t feel like a large wound, but when I brought up my hand, my fingers were red.

Rage rushed through me then. I sprung up from the bed and punched Bernie in the nose. He dropped the knife and stumbled backward, holding his bleeding nose.

Before he could recover, I rushed him again, punching his oversized gut.

He let go of his nose and wrapped his arms around his stomach, doubled-over in pain. I used this opportunity to knock one of his teeth out with my knee.

I saw the opportunity to go for the knife and took it. Though it only took a second for me to bend down and grab the knife with my right hand while holding my bleeding side with my left, it was enough time for Bernie to see an opportunity of his own.

When I stood, he was gone. I heard him thumping down the stairs heavily and took off after him.

I didn’t make it far, though. I heard Carla’s sobs as I passed the bathroom. It stopped me briefly. I wanted to go to her. However, I needed to make sure that Bernie was gone before I did.

I went downstairs and quickly checked the kids. They were fine, and there was no sign of Bernie in the living room. The front door stood open. I ran to it and stepped out onto the porch. I saw Bernie running up the steps to his house, naked, with his arms full of clothes.

One thing was for sure, I knew where to find him. And I would find him, and I would deal with him. I stepped back in the house, closed and locked the door behind me, and ran upstairs to Carla.

The shower curtain was pulled back, allowing me to see Carla sitting in the shower, naked, with hot water beating against her body. With the water going, I couldn’t see the tears that I knew were pouring from her eyes, but I could see the way her body heaved with her heavy sobs. She was trembling.