Neighbors (Twin Estates #1) (5 page)

“Oh my god,” she moaned, burying her face in the pillow again.

“Relax, Katya.
Relax.
”

He could say that word all he wanted – didn't mean it was going to happen. She chewed on the pillow and chewed on her lips and so desperately wanted to be the kind of girl who could have casual no-strings-attached anal sex in a club, but she became increasingly sure it wouldn't happen. He was simply too big. It
hurt
. She blinked away tears and tried to catch her breath.

“Liam, I don't think -”

“
Relax,
” he sounded like he was clenching his teeth together. “I told you it would be uncomfortable. It's gonna hurt. But I promise you, it will feel
so good
if you see it through. Cry if you need to, scream, shout, whatever. It's okay. But just trust me.”

She almost took him up on his offer to scream. He couldn't have been more than halfway inside her and the pain was causing a burning sensation up her spine. She would've screamed, but she worried that if she opened her mouth, she'd throw up. She bit down on the pillow and cried, the tears soaking the material.

“This is better than I imagined, Katya,” he sighed after what felt like an eternity later, when his hips were against her ass.

“I wish … I could say … the same,” she managed to pant out between gasps for air. He chuckled and she felt his hands on her back, massaging her shoulders.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

“I can't,” she whispered back. She was scared to move, scared it would hurt more.

“Just relax and let your body feel everything,” he insisted, and one of his hands moved to her front, passing over her breasts and heading straight between her legs. She was still wet from the sex they'd had, so his fingers moved with ease. She took deep breaths and was shocked when she felt her body react. Felt warmth spread from his fingers to her nipples to her lips to every limb. When he started moving his hips against her, it wasn't exactly enjoyable, but it wasn't as painful as it had been, either.

“Touch yourself,” he said it again, this time as a command. She did as she was told, replacing his fingers with her own. His hands gripped onto her hips, holding her still while he slowly moved in and out.

“Oh my god, Liam,” she whispered.

“Told you so.”

It took some time to adjust to his size, it felt like he was splitting her in half at first. Every time he plunged back in, fresh tears filled her eyes. But after a while, her fingers were moving faster than his thrusts, and her panting was staving off an orgasm, not pain. Before she fully clued into what was happening to her body, he was fully fucking her, his hips thrusting hard and fast against her ass, and even more shocking, she was pushing back into him. Wanting it harder, wanting it faster. Wanting more, period.

“Oh god, I'm gonna come,” she cried out, something she'd never said during sex before, to anyone.

“
Fuck,
yes, me too. Come with me, Katya, please, baby, come again,” he begged.

This time, she really didn't hold back, crying out as her orgasm rocked her world. She had three of her own fingers inside herself and she held them still when she started shaking again. Then Liam's hips locked in tight against her and as she felt his hands on her back, he let out a long growl, coming and coming till she didn't think he could possibly have anything left to give her.

“Holy shit, what did we just do,” she gasped for air when she could finally talk. He laid down on top of her, forcing her flat against the bench again.

“Something amazing,” he replied, kissing along her shoulder blade. She managed to move her arm and she reached back, combing her fingers through his hair.

“Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“I'd like to reassess something.”

“What?”

“I think I'm more like a six – not black-out drunk yet, but beyond tipsy.”

He burst out laughing, then went back to kissing her skin.

“Don't tell me that, I want to believe it was my cunning sexual prowess that just gave you that monster orgasm,” he teased.

“It totally was, and if you get me something to drink, maybe you can show me some more of your 'prowess' before we go home.”

“I think I'm falling in love, angel cake. You are more fun than I ever would've thought possible.”

“See? Never judge a book by its cover.”

Katya woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright.

Where the fuck am I?

She winced at thinking such a bad word, and at the pounding headache that was raging between her ears.

She pressed a hand against her forehead and looked around. She was in an apartment, but it wasn't hers. This one was nice, with high ceilings and ornate crown molding. A glance over her shoulder showed her big bay windows and pale yellow wallpaper.

She was stretched out on a long white leather couch. She cringed as she looked down at herself. She had her bra on and her blouse, though it wasn't buttoned. She wasn't wearing her pants, and her panties were hooked around one ankle.
Classy
. She felt around her head and could tell that half her hair was still up in a bun, though it had gotten yanked around and was hanging askew off the side of her head. The rest of her hair was in a rats nest on the opposite side.

Jesus, how drunk did I get last night!?

She swung her legs off the couch so she could sit upright, and the soreness radiating out from her backside reminded her
exactly
what she'd gotten up to last night. All the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks. She'd gone out on a date. To a sex club. Where she'd had sex.
Anal
sex. With the club's owner. Liam Edenwieselhoff-whatever.

I don't even know his last name, and I must be in his apartment. Please, dear god, let this be his apartment.

Katya refused to think about anything. If she stopped to think, she'd literally die of embarrassment, and she didn't have time to die. A glance at a huge clock on the wall showed her it was eleven in the morning. She was two hours late for work.

She got to her feet and pushed away the rush of nausea that rolled over her. She hopped around, struggling to pull on her underwear. Once the satin was in place, she searched for her pants. She managed to track down her shoes and her purse, but the pants were simply gone. Shit, she didn't even remember coming to the apartment – how could she remember where her clothing was?

Oh god, oh god, did I come back here only half-clothed!? Did we take a cab? An Uber? Oh god, oh god, oh god.

“I can practically hear your thoughts, angel cake. Keep it down, I'm hungover as fuck.”

She'd been crawling around on her hands and knees, but at the sound of Liam's voice, she knelt upright. She hadn't realized it, but the whole apartment was like a giant studio, or a loft. There didn't seem to be any real walls, though there was tons of space. A huge platform bed sat on the other side of the room, and underneath a single flat sheet, Liam was completely stretched out on top of the mattress.

“I need to go,” she hissed, knee-walking over to the bed.

“Shouldn't that be my line?” he chuckled, not bothering to open his eyes. She lowered herself again and looked under the bed. Still no pants.

“It would be, if we were at my place. I'm beyond late for work. Shit, did we drink more? Shit, where are my pants,” she grumbled. Before she could move any farther, she felt his arm wrap around her waist from behind, yanking her till she was being dragged onto the bed.

“We drank lots more. Forget work, lets spoon,” he suggested, pulling her into his chest.

“No, I have responsibilities, I
have
to go to work,” she insisted, struggling with his arm.

“
Fine.
But I can't help you on the pants,” he sighed, letting her go. She turned so she was facing him.

“Did I come home naked?” she was almost yelling. He smiled at her, though his eyes were
still
closed.

“I tried to talk you into it, but alas, you insisted on getting dressed. We got honey all over your pants, I think they're soaking in my bathtub,” he explained.

“Honey!?”

“Yeah, don't you remember? God, you're an animal. The things you did with those cherries – I will
never
forget last night.”

“
Oh god!
” she groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, and she felt him curl around her. “Don't start that self-hate crap. Last night was amazing. Awesome and fun and all that shit. You were beautiful.”

“I was
drunk.
”

“But still beautiful. I had a great time, Katya. Thanks for going out with me.”

She couldn't help it, she had to smile at him. She didn't know Liam very well – at least in the bright light of day, she didn't – but she was quickly learning that feeling bad simply wasn't an option around him. She leaned back so she was resting on his side.

“It was pretty awesome. Thank
you
for showing me a good time.”

“You're very welcome. Now get out of here, I want to sleep through this hangover,” he said, slapping her on the side of her thigh.

“Can I borrow some shorts or something?” she asked, sliding off his bed.

“Wardrobe. Top drawer. All yours.”

Last night, she'd said his outfit made him look like a college drop out. Looking through his underwear, she lowered her estimation to frat boy. There were boxers with kiss prints, four leaf clovers, beer logos, a woman's face with her open mouth strategically placed, all sorts of goodies. She frowned and decided to move onto a different drawer. There, she found some basketball shorts. They went clear past her knees, but they would do. She knotted the draw string tight and tried not to think about how bad her walk of shame was about to look.

I've never even done a walk of shame before – but last night was totally worth it.

“Thanks, I'll make sure they get back to you,” she told him as she buttoned up her shirt, heading back to the bed where she'd left her purse and shoes.

“No worries. Take it easy today, you're gonna be sore for a while,” he warned her, and when she looked up, he finally had his eyes open. They were red rimmed and tired, but still so warm. Full of laughter.

“Oh. Okay.”

He laughed and grabbed the bow at the front of her shirt, yanking her in close for a kiss. They both desperately needed to brush their teeth, and Katya was dying for a shower, but he still managed to take her breath away and had her contemplating how important her job really was.

“What happened to my little silver tongued vixen from last night?” he asked when he pulled away.

“She got left behind in the bottom of a tequila bottle. Thanks for a good time, Liam,” she said. He skimmed his thumb over her bottom lip, pressing down lightly.

“Thanks for the
best time
, Katya.”

He kissed her once more, then slapped her on the ass when she walked away.

It wasn't till she was in her apartment, showered and getting dressed for work, that she realized they hadn't even exchanged phone numbers. Hadn't set up another date. Hadn't even learned each others last names (or at least, she couldn't properly remember his, and she'd never given her own).

Holy shit, did I just have a one night stand with my hot next door neighbor? I am, I
really am
a bad ass!

*

Liam dragged himself into work not long after Katya left, but he wasn't getting much work done. He was staring at his phone once again. He'd saved the picture from her Eros profile, which was a good thing because the profile didn't exist anymore. She'd deactivated it.

Good. She's a naughty little secret that we should keep to ourselves for a little while longer.

She'd rocked his fucking world. He'd expected to call her bluff – that she'd take one look at his little club and turn tail. Her taking the shots had been surprising enough, but making out with him? Letting him take off her shirt? Jerking him off? He'd thought he was going to die.

Liam was no virginal choir boy – fucking was like an Olympic sport for him. He trained hard, and he trained often, so it wasn't like some girl wanting to have sex with him was usually so mind blowing. But that particular girl had been something else. Most of the women Liam slept with were old pros at having casual sex. Being with Katya, it was like discovering that lifestyle all over again. Her hands, trembling and full of excitement. Awkward and insistent.

It had made
him
excited and nervous. Caught between not wanting to scare her away, yet also not wanting to pressure her. Desperately wanting to touch her, but also wanting to do the right thing.

Anticipation
. The best of all the feelings, in his opinion. Katya had practically had him begging her to touch him, praying that she'd go just that little bit further with her little bravery charade.

And
ooohhh boy
, did she go that little bit further. Little bit? Pfffft, try a couple extra miles. He still couldn't wrap his brain around the things she'd let him do to her. Schoolmarm to freak-in-the-sheets, in less than a day. She'd needed to cut loose, that much was clear, and why she'd chosen to do it with him, he'd probably never know, but sweet jesus, thank god she had.

Angel cake, I'd cut loose with you any time.

“
EDEN!
”

Liam groaned and rubbed his hand across his face. He tried to close the screen on his phone, but he wasn't quick enough, and his partner caught another eyeful of Katya before the screen went black.

“Hey,
Riiicckkyyy
, how's it going?” he asked, spinning around in his chair.

“You know I hate that fucking name.”

“Okay,
Richard
. What's up?”

“Not a whole lot. Just checking on my investment. How're things on your end?”

“Good, good.”

“How did the date with Susie Homemaker go?”

“Good.”

“Just good? I already heard some interesting things from the staff. Right out there on the floor, huh. Shocking. Not like you, Eden.”

“Yeah, well, this girl wasn't like anything I've ever experienced. I took my chance when I had it,” Liam explained.

“Was it worth your while?”

“More than you could possibly even guess.”

“Hmmm,
interesting
.”

“Did you want something,
Ricky?
” he asked, glancing up at the other man.

“No, just checking in. I'll go get us some drinks, we can go over the books.”

And with that, his partner walked back out of the office. Liam glared after him for a while. If random visits were going to start becoming the norm, he was going to look into working from home.

Hmmm, home. Which was roughly two hundred feet away from Katya's home. He leaned back in his chair and linked his hands together behind his head. They hadn't made any plans to see each other again – he hadn't even gotten her phone number. But just thinking about her had given him an uncomfortable hard on.

She seemed like she lived a very structured life. Liam was a great stress reliever. Maybe they could help each other out. He chuckled and adjusted himself in his pants.

Because I could definitely use some help right now …