Life Next Door (Love Not Included Series Book 2) (10 page)

I must say, starting the day with two mind blowing orgasms is the way to go. I feel like there is this skip to my step. Breakfast doesn’t come as soon as we planned. Apparently being winded from bomb ass sex requires more sleep. Waking up a couple of hours later with my legs entangled around Trent’s strong body is amazing. I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. It’s a good thing I wake up first because it gives me the opportunity to wipe off the drool from his chest.

We decide to save on water and take a communal shower. I’ve always thought my shower was a bit small for a master, but you would be surprised what two people can do in such a small space. Being pressed against the cold tile while working up to orgasm number three is definitely going to ruin me for any future showers I take.

Water running cold, we finish and get out. Dressing in a pair of my white lacy cheekies and Trent’s shirt, I make my way out to the kitchen to start Trent’s award winning breakfast—by golly gee, he’s earned it.

“Come on, Jakie baby, let’s go potty.” I walk Jake to the back door and let him out. Jake and I have a good thing going and I don’t have to worry about him running off. I leave the door cracked so he can come on in when’s he’s done. I’m a strong believer in privacy while morning dumping.

Trent strolls in wearing only his jeans—no shirt, since I’ve taken up residence in it.

“What did you just call my dog?”

“What? Jakie baby?”

“Yeah, babe, he’s a male dog. I’m not sure he enjoys the girly nickname.”

“Listen up, pal, Jake and I have a great thing going on. If you’re lucky, I will continue to allow you visitation.”

“Is that so?” he says and smacks me in the rear.

“Sit.” I order him toward the island; he does as he’s told and takes a seat at a bar stool.

I go in search of all my ingredients and plop them all down on the counter. Waffle maker is next. I reach up and grab the machine with two hands so it doesn’t pummel me in the head.

“Jesus Christ,” I hear behind me.

“Something wrong?” I place the magical machine on the counter and turn to Trent.

“Yeah, babe, if you reach up for something like that again, hiking up my shirt that looks fucking sexy on you and showing me that cheeky little ass you have, I’m not gonna be responsible for what I do to you.”

I blush. News alert.
I’m blushing.

I look at him and I see that glimmer in his eyes. It’s the look of someone who’s happy and it makes me giddy knowing I’m the one responsible for that. I wish I wasn’t such a chicken and could admit to him that I did miss him. But I’ve never been down with corny sentiments, so of course, I take the coward’s route out and don’t say a thing.

“Behave, or no breakfast,” I say instead and am thankfully rewarded with that signature smile that melts my heart.

It’s time to make my man breakfast.

Wait. I just said
my
man. Is he mine? I’m not sure whether to blush or barf right now. I mentally coach myself to go with the flow. This could be a good thing. I get my brain and emotions back on the same track.

Let’s try this again. It’s time to make
MY
man breakfast.

“So, what sort of concoction do you have going on here?” he asks me while I measure and dump all the ingredients to my cupcake waffles into my mixing bowl. Now, I know it is almost sacrilegious to alter a perfectly good Belgium waffle recipe, but when you mate a cupcake recipe with a waffle recipe, you can only come out on top.

“This is my special cupcake waffle recipe. I only make it for special occasions. The fact that you have been such a giving participant this morning sounds like the perfect occasion.” I finish dumping all my ingredients for the batter and move onto the icing. Once I’m done I grab both bowls and move toward the island. I set the bowls down, take a leap and jump up on the counter. I adjust my body so my legs fall on either side of Trent’s seated waist.

“Is this part of the recipe?” he asks with that smile.

“Oh, yeah. It’s one of the most important parts.” I pick up the icing bowl and hand it him. He takes it willingly. “Your job is to stir the icing and make sure it gets all creamy.” In return, I get the ‘you did not just go there’ look. 

Trent grips the spatula and starts to slowly churn the icing, raising his eyebrow at me. Unsure whether we are even going to get through making breakfast, I grab for my bowl and start mixing the batter. We stay quiet for a few minutes, but the thick air surrounding us is screaming sexual tension. Trent is making good work on the icing and I’m…well…I am successfully working up a slow burn between my thighs. This, of course, does not go unnoticed, and Trent takes the bowl out of my hands and sets it to the side.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s not done!” I whine.

His voice dips to that low perfection. “I know, but I think mine is and I need to make sure it’s creamy enough for you.” My lips part and he sets the bowl in his lap. He picks up his oversized shirt which is blanketing my skin and lifts it to expose my hard and ready nipple. He takes the spatula and dips it into the thick icing covering the spoon fully. He lifts it from the bowl and proceeds to drip icing all over my breast and nipple. I hear the spatula fall into the bowl and his mouth is on me, tasting and licking off the perfected, creamed icing.

So, when I say that cupcakes and waffles make the perfect mates, I decide to add icing and Trent’s giving mouth to that list. I am dying to throw my hands into his hair and press his mouth closer, but if I move my hands from the counter—which are holding me up—I might tumble backwards.

Trent stands all too quickly, dropping the icing to the floor. He lifts my shirt straight off me, faster than humanly possible, and kisses me. Just kisses me, ravaging my mouth. We go head for head, or should I say tongue for tongue. “I think we’re gonna have to wait a little longer for breakfast,” he says and grabs my ass, bringing me to the edge of the counter where he shoves his groin right into my clit.

“Oh, screw the waffles,” I moan into his mouth.

He pulls away and gives a look of satisfaction at my response. He is just about to swipe the batter off the counter to lay me down when the banging on the door begins.

Fuck!

“Fuck!” we both say in unison. Whoever is at my door is going to die. And by one of our hands. We stay frozen, hoping the knocker just goes away. Moments later, it happens again.

“You expecting anyone?”

“No, you?”

“Don’t know too many people in this town, babe. So unless that’s the pizza kid or Mrs. Humphries stalking me again, then no, it ain’t for me.”

I laugh. Mrs. Humphries definitely has her eye on the neighbor. She has called twice since last week requesting that I
bake
something for the neighbor.

Giving in to the inevitable, Trent lets me up and helps me off the counter. I grab his shirt and throw it back on, watching him adjust himself in his pants. Well, at least we’re in it together as we prepare to suffer through the next couple of minutes of getting rid of our unwanted visitor. I can only assume it is Mrs. Humphries. Mr. Crawford has probably already checked in on the arrival and entrance of Trent into my house late last night and nosy pants wants to confirm it.

Trent lingers in the kitchen a bit longer, most likely waiting to be able to walk out without a bulge in his pants. That, and maybe clean up the spilled icing that’s all over the floor. I pass by the coffee table and grab my phone which seems to be going berserk. It’s Katie. She’s going to have to wait.

I give her the ignore button and prepare to open the door. I figure it will be a nice touch to answer the door in Trent’s shirt and my cheekies. Really give Mrs. Humphries a run for her money. I whip the door open and it is most certainly not Mrs. Humphries.

Fuuuck…

“Jesus, Priscilla, you answer the door like that? People can see you!”

Definitely
didn’t expect this one.

“What are you doing here, Jeff?”

“Well, you won’t take my calls or show an ounce of maturity, so I’ve had no choice but to come over here.” I definitely don’t invite him in, but since I’m a bit in shock right now, he just walks past me into the house. My phone blows up again in my hand. Katie. I ignore her again and trail Jeff into the house.

He looks around, probably not admiring what I’ve done with the place. “So, I see you have been spending my money wisely. Give me the card, Priscilla. Where is it?”

“Jeff, you can’t just walk in here any time you want. This is not your house anymore.”

“As far as I know, my name is still on the mortgage until the lawyers clear it so I can walk in this house any time I damn well please.”

Ugh. True fact. But what the heck! “Priscilla, don’t be difficult. Just give me the card. You’re lucky I’m not going to bring any legal action against you for the charges you have made. We settled fairly. Now, give me the card.”

“I threw it out, just cancel it. Surely you didn’t have to make the trip all the way over here just to get the card.”

“I can’t cancel it, Priscilla. The account is funding other important things, and if I cancel it, I will have to set up all the tuition payments elsewhere. It’s simply a headache I want to avoid.”

“Wait, tuition? Come again?” I’m going to add some background music to this thought right now. And it goes like this, ‘
The wheel in the sky keeps on turning’
. Right about now, I’m going to go ahead and jump the gun here and make some pretty strong assumptions. Considering his child bride is still young enough to probably be in school, I put two and two together.

I screech out, “You’re paying for her
schoooool
?!” 

Jeff seems to find my dead on assessment of the situation annoying and lets out a frustrated sigh. “That is none of your concern anymore. Seriously, why can’t we just be adults about this?”

Enter cartoon explosion. The fire now under my ass is officially a roaring blaze. “Because you weren’t an adult WHEN YOU DECIDED TO CHEAT ON ME WITH THE NEIGHBOR!” I belt out. I literally have spit splatter on my chin from screaming with such force.

“What the fuck?” I hear from behind me.

Oh shit. I forgot about him.

I turn to look at Trent, but Jeff is already moving me out of the way. “What is he doing here?”

I go to answer, but Trent is already in close proximity and steps in. “Excuse me, pal?” He moves even closer to Jeff and I try to step between them. Jeff grabs at my forearm, attempting to pull me back. “Priscilla, why is he in our house?” He takes in Trent’s appearance and the t-shirt I’m wearing, which is obviously on the wrong body.

“Do not tell me you’re sleeping with him.”

“That is NONE of your business, Jeff, and this is NOT YOUR HOUSE!”

“Your house?” That’s from Trent. Yep, definitely confused.

“Listen, I don’t know why you’re here, but if you can leave, so I can talk to my wife…”

Yep, that also definitely sideswipes Trent. Not skipping a beat, Trent steps closer and places his grip around my other arm. “I suggest you take your fuckin’ hands off her or you’re going to have a lot more than her to deal with, my man.”

Yikes, his voice is chilling and it’s hard not to miss the angry possessiveness in his tone. Hot.

I’ve had enough of this tug of war. I turn, whipping my hair all over the place, and I prepare for battle. “I am
NOT
your wife anymore, Jeff, and this is
NOT
your house. I am going to give you two seconds to get the fuck out or I swear to God, I’m going to go bat shit crazy on your ASS!”

Jeff looks at me, stunned. He’s never seen me so dramatic, and I’m pretty sure my outburst shocks him. He lets go of my arm and turns to Trent.

“Do you even know who he is, Priscilla?” Jeff asks, speaking to me but never taking his eyes off Trent.

“Get out, Jeff.”

“Priscilla—”

Trent cuts him off. “I think she just said to get the fuck out. You deaf?” Both men look like they are going to go head to head sooner rather than later. I’m sure they would be chest-bumping if I wasn’t sandwiched in the middle.

Jeff’s accusing eyes turn back to Trent. “I’m going to assume you haven’t told her—” At this point I have had it. I cut off whatever he is saying and scream.

“STOP!”

I push at both their chests to free myself. I’ve had enough. And for the love of…my damn phone keeps shaking in my hands. I look at the Caller ID. Katie again. Geesh, get a clue.

I answer quickly. “Katie, seriously, I can’t talk. I have to call you back.”

Her words come through the phone in slow motion.

The fight I was ready to have seeps out of me, along with all color in my face.

“What…? When?”

Both guys must sense my sudden tension because they cease their stand-off. Trent approaches me and stands in front of me, deciphering the emotions covering my face.

“Oh my God.” I put my free hand over my mouth.

“Okay…thank you for calling me…yeah…I’ll make some calls…meet you there shortly. I’m so sorry, Katie…okay…bye.”

I hit the end button, and in slow motion drop the phone from my ear. I feel my world shifting. The words Katie just spoke are ringing in my ears like a bad dream. I lift my eyes to Trent.

“That was Katie… May died this morning.”