Page 40 of Pink and Country

Desmond called me at the same time, giving me the perfect excuse to go talk to her. Bubble Gum never saw me coming, and the surprise effect doubled her adorableness.

She’d barely ever seen snow before. Her astounded eyes gave her away. Anyone accustomed to snow wouldn’t be this smitten by a few snowflakes. But Fairy totally was. She looked like a little kid as she enjoyed the little crystals falling from the sky as if they were the most precious and rare diamonds she’d ever seen.

Then her gaze landed on me.

Her baby-blue eyes darkened, the more she eyed me.

My entire body reacted to her closeness. My lungs constricted. My mouth got dry. My heart banged against my ribcage. Why did I always feel like a stupid, starstruck teenager around her?

Never a woman had this much effect on me.

Winter Girl wrapped her arms around me and I froze, torn between hugging her back or not. My dick, already hard, thickened. All the air left my lungs when she leaned back. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Miss Dolly? What kind of name is that? Fairy fucking named her car. I should have guessed it. She always found new ways to surprise me. Wait. Why was she talking about my dick? The sucker loved hearing his name coming out of her mouth. He throbbed against the zipper of my denims.

“You—”

“I…what?” my temptress neighbor asked, her glazed eyes widening.

My words froze on the tip of my tongue, and I shut my mouth. Not ready for her to see the thoughts swimming in my head, I walked away while I still had some self-control left.

“I’ll see you later, Pixie.”

My pink-haired neighbor woke up something in me that I thought had died a long time ago. Lust. Desire. Feelings. I had no idea how to resist her charm. She ignored how sexy she was. How enticing I found her. I readjusted the crotch of my pants and sighed. The last thing I needed was to be pussy-whipped by some woman who’d walk away from my life forever in just a few weeks.

A scary-large grin appeared on my face when my mind swam back to last night when Pixie tried to scare me away with a growl and a TV remote. The image swam in my head. That was sexy as hell. And stupid. But damn hot. My body warmed up at her sight. Sexy Neighbor was fascinating. A breath of freshness in my life. A vision to lose myself in. All I could think about was her lips on mine, her tight and warm body clenching on my fingers as she orgasmed in my arms. The memory filled all my thoughts, all my dreams.

I raked my hands through my hair. Pink Hair was just passing through my life. I shouldn’t get attached. Maybe fucking her, for real this time, would erase the tension between us and free me from my blue-ball syndrome. That was it. A case of blue balls. Nothing more. My neighbor was the only woman in my life right now. She wasn’t special. I had an itch to scratch, and Pixie was here. I’d fill two needs with one deed if only I could get into her pants. Damn. New goal. Yeah, I needed to set goals.

First one? Fuck my neighbor until I got her out from under my skin.

Second one? Keep her at a distance. For my own good.

I squeezed in a training hour before lunch, needing to burn all my excess energy, bury my unsatisfied needs, and clear my head. After an intense jerk-off session in my shower with images of Cotton Candy Girl dancing in my mind, which left me raw and sore, I toweled down and got dressed to meet the girl haunting me at her place.

“The back door is all fixed,” Desmond said, matter-of-factly.

“Great. Thanks, man. We can still use the front door, right?”

“Yeah. But you won’t be able to lock it, though. I dismantled the whole thing. I thought I might be able to fix it until I get the new one. I watched a tutorial last night and thought I’d give it a try. Now it’s not working at all. I’m sorry. I’m not a tech-savvy guy, and I don’t know how to put it back together the right way.” Desmond gave me an embarrassed smile and lowered his voice. “With your status, I wouldn’t risk leaving this woman here alone without a fully working lock on the door.” I blinked. Perky Breasts Neighbor had no idea who I was, and I intended to keep it that way. My neighbor frowned as her eyes traveled between me and the handyman. Not wanting Desmond to spoil my anonymity or say something he shouldn’t, I urged him outside, my hand between his shoulder blades, blocking Fairy from eavesdropping on our conversation.

“Don’t say a word around her. Please.”

Desmond clapped my shoulder. “You’re a lucky man, Carter,” he said with a wink. If only. With my hands in the front pockets of my denims, I thanked him as his truck pulled away.

Back inside, I accepted the cup of tea Pink Girl offered me, hoping she wouldn’t get mad as a new idea formed in my head.

* * *

“Move your piece of garbage, asshole,” I said, my anger directed at the car blocking the shallow road down the mountain. It’d been obstructing the road for the last five minutes. Outside, most traces of the morning snow were gone, leaving us with a brownish-gray scenery.

“You sure know how to keep your calm around the ladies,” my hot neighbor said, a glint in her eyes.

I chuckled. “Sorry, this wasn’t too poetic of me.” A ghost of a smile appeared on her pink-painted lips. Pixie put a little makeup on after Desmond left. Combined with her loose turtleneck cream sweater and pink hair, she made winter look sexy.

The bald man wearing a plaid flannel jacket, who blocked the road, got out of his car and rummaged through his trunk. His eyes lit up when he found a pack of cookies. Really? A car honked behind us, and more cars lined up on the opposite side of the road.

Gorgeous Neighbor rolled down her window and propped her head out. “Hey you, dear gentleman. Yes, you who’s stalling everyone. Do you need help?”