Wallbanger(21)

“Now, you listen here, mister,” I said, trying for a more adult tone. “I’m not going to spend every night listening to you try to crash your girl’s head

through my wal with the force of your dick alone! No way, buddy.” I pointed a finger at him. He grabbed it.

“What I do on my side of that wal is my business. Let’s get that straight right now. And why are you so concerned about me and my dick

anyway?” he asked, smirking at me again.

It was the smirk, that damn smirk, that made me go bal istic. That and the fact that he was stil holding my finger.

“It is my business when you and your sex train come knocking on my wal every night!”

“You’re real y fixated on this, aren’t you? Wish you were on the other side of that wal ? Are you lookin’ to ride that sex train, Nightie Girl?” He

chuckled as he wagged his finger in my face.



“Okay, that’s it,” I growled. I grabbed his finger in defense, which instantly locked us together. We must have looked like two loggers trying to

cut down a tree. We struggled back and forth—beyond ridiculous. We both huffed and puffed, each trying to get the upper hand, each refusing to

relent.

“Why are you such a manwhoring asshole?” I asked, my face inches from his.

“Why are you such a cockblocking priss?” he asked, and when I opened my mouth to tel him exactly what I thought, the fucker kissed me.

Kissed me.

Placed his lips on mine and kissed me. Under the moon and the stars, with the sounds of the waves crashing and the crickets cricketing. My

eyes were stil open, furiously looking back into his. His eyes were so blue, it was like looking at two angry oceans.

He pul ed away, our fingers stil gripping each other’s like pliers. I released his hand and slapped him across the face. He looked shocked,

even more so as I grabbed his sweater and pul ed him closer. I kissed him, this time closing my eyes and letting my hands fil with wool and my

nose fil with warm boy smel .

God damn, he smel ed good.

His hands crept around to the smal of my back, and as soon as he touched me, I realized where I was and what I was doing. “Dammit,” I said,

and pul ed away. We stood looking at each other, and I wiped at my lips. I started to walk away and then turned back quickly.

“This never happened, got it?” I pointed at him again.

“Whatever you say.” He smirked, and I felt my temper flare again.

“And cool it with the Pink Nightie stuff, okay?” I whisper-yel ed and turned to walk back down the path.

“Until I get to see your other nighties, that’s what I’m cal ing you,” he shot back, and I almost tripped. I smoothed my dress and headed back to

the party.

Unbelievable.

“So I told the guy, there is no way I’m organizing your ‘play room.’ You can arrange your own riding crops!” Mimi shrieked, and we al laughed.

She can tel a story like nobody’s business. She has a knack for bringing a group together, especial y when it’s new people just getting to know

each other.

As the party began to wind down, my girls and Simon’s guys were gathered around a fire pit on one of the terraces. Dug deep and lined with

flagstone, it had benches al around. While the fire crackled merrily, we laughed and drank and told stories. And by that I mean Mimi, Sophia, Neil,

and Ryan told stories while Simon and I glared at each other over the flames. With the sparks flying, if I squinted my eyes a little I could imagine him

roasting in the fires of hel .

“So, are we gonna address the elephant in the room here?” Ryan asked, drawing his knees up and placing his beer on the bench next to him.

“Which elephant would that be?” I asked sweetly, sipping my wine.

“Oh, please—the fact that the guy thumping the headboard off your bed is the hottie across the way, girl!” Mimi squealed, almost tossing her

drink in Neil’s face. He laughed along with her, but pried the glass out of her hand before she could do any real damage.

“There real y isn’t anything to talk about,” Simon said. “I have a new neighbor. Her name is Caroline. That’s it.” He nodded, eyeing me across

the fire. I raised my eyebrow and sipped my wine.

“Yeah, it’s nice to know Pink Nightie Girl has a name. The way he described you…wow! I wasn’t sure you were real, but you’re as hot as he

said you were!” Neil hooted at me appreciatively, trying for a moment to fist bump Simon through the flames before he realized how hot they were.

My eyes shot to Simon. He grimaced at the description. Interesting…

“So, you were the guys banging back at us tonight? Listening to the Guns N’ Roses?” Sophia asked, nudging Ryan.