Page 26 of Pink and Country

I tipped both eyebrows, giving Smart-Ass Woman my most charming panties-melting smirk. The one I knew women couldn’t resist.

“Why can’t I be both?”

The woman facing me clenched her hands in fists and groaned once more.

“Ohmygod, you’re impossible. Why can’t you act like a grown-up and stop messing with me? And you said yourself you weren’t an ass. Wow, impressive,” Fairy shouted before turning on her feet, about to stomp away.

Not ready to end our banter, I added, “Yeah, leave. You’re the one acting like a child.” She halted, and from where I stood, I noticed how her fingernails dug into her palms.

My neighbor huffed, “I’m not a child. Just trying to be the better woman here and walking away.” She turned around to face me, and her eyes glistened. Not with tears. But with something way more intense. Heat almost enough to melt me on the spot.

“Okay. Prove it. Only a child would bolt in the middle of a conversation.”

Her nostrils flared. Her eyes got so big, I thought she’d popped an eyeball.

“This is no conversation. It’s you thinking you’re smarter than me.” She relaxed her hands. “Anyway, I’ve nothing to prove to you. I’m not the one playing games.”

“You sure about that?” I asked, eyeing her. “There’s no shame asking a man for help. I thought you were a wise woman.”

Pink Hair Girl brought her fists to her hips.

“Ugh. And I thought you said I figured you all wrong.” She cocked a brow, and I sucked in a long breath, trying to cool down, every inch of my body sizzling under the intensity of her gaze. We were now facing each other, both panting, neither of us bold enough to break the silence.

My eyes traveled from Pixie’s baby-blue eyes to her pink mouth and lingered on her breasts, beholding the movement of her chest with each intake of air. My entire body stiffened. Yeah, every part of it. I felt lightheaded. Was oxygen reaching my brain anymore? Annoying Neighbor tsk-tsked, and I brought my attention back to her face.

Her cheeks were a dark shade of red.

Cast under her spell, my eyes locked on hers.

Flustered Girl blinked but never looked away.

A fat minute passed.

Her gaze turned to heat. Scorching heat.

She parted her lips, and her tongue grazed the rim of her mouth.

I was transfixed, nailed to the floor. Even swallowing turned out to be a challenge. My mouth was dry. My heartbeat was all I could hear.

Without another word, I stepped forward and erased the distance between us. Pixie gasped, and I lifted her up in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist at the same time my mouth crashed on hers.

I devoured her lips like I depended on them to stay alive. My fingers clamped her firm ass cheeks as my neighbor moaned in my mouth. She played with the hair at the back of my head, and a croaky groan left my mouth.

Unapologetic, I cupped one of her breasts over her sweater, and she melted under my touch, her body fusing with mine. The image of her bare chest the other day flashed through my mind. Her tits felt fuller in my hands than how they appeared from a distance. I obsessed about feeling them from the moment I peeked at them almost a week ago.

Passive-Aggressive Chick nipped my bottom lip and my earlobe. I curled my hand on the back of her neck, angled her head, and ate her mouth like it could satisfy my hunger, depriving both of us of oxygen.

The tips of my fingers dug into the skin of her shoulders.

Pink Girl lifted the sweater over her head. I caught it and tossed it on the floor. My teeth tugged at the string of her bikini top and untied it, leaving a trail of kisses on her chlorine-scented flesh. The tiny piece of fabric joined the sweater at my feet.

My hands tightened around her waist, and I feared it’d leave bruises on her pale skin.

My tongue flicked over her hard nipples, one at a time. I feasted on them, tasting, licking, and biting her flesh. Pixie arched her back, begging for more.

“Fine, you’re not a child,” I whispered, breathless. Topless Chick moaned in response, shattering every restraint I had left.

My cock pulsated in my pants. A surge of warmth coursed through me.