My Girl

My Girl
Stormy Glenn

 

Published by Silver Publishing Publisher of Erotic Romance

 

Dedication

 

To G.A. Hauser

 

Thanks for letting me use you as my erotic author CHAPTER 1

 

"Can I help you with that?"

Nicky jumped, dropping the box of books he held in his hands. It crashed to the ground, books spilling all over. Nicky's hand fluttered at his neck as he looked into the deepest, darkest chocolate-brown eyes he'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry," the man said. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, that's okay. You just startled me." Nicky tried to give the man a smile but his heart raced a million miles a minute. He wasn't sure if it came from the man's sudden appearance or by the fact that the man was simply drop dead gorgeous.
Nicky squatted down and began piling books back into the box. He glanced over when the man did the same. He had a generous mouth, an aquiline nose. His handsome face kindled with a sort of passionate beauty. He was simply gorgeous.
"
Calling Dr. Love
?" the man mused as he looked at a book held in his hand. He reached for a few more books. "
Teacher's Pet, Unnecessary Roughness, A Man's Best Friend
," he said as he read the title on each book. "You seem to have a lot of books by G.A. Hauser. Is he any good?"
Nicky blanched, grabbing the books quickly out of the man's hand and shoving them into the box. "Yes," he whispered. "
She
is very good."
"She?" The man chuckled. "A woman writes these books?"
Nicky snickered at the surprised look on the man's face until he noticed him looking down at the covers, the very hot covers with sexy men displayed on them. Nicky felt his face flush. He grabbed the rest of books and piled them into the box.
"Yes, a woman writes these books." Nicky grabbed the box and stood to his feet. The man also stood, making Nicky realize he was several inches taller but not so tall that Nicky couldn't see his face easily.
"Thank you for your help," Nicky said as he scooted around the man. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lot more boxes to bring in."
"I'd be happy to help."
"No, thank you."
"Nonsense," the man said as he lifted a box into his arms and started following Nicky into his apartment. "What are neighbors for?"
Nicky had a few ideas but none of them would come to see the light of day. His present situation didn't allow him to get involved with anyone, no matter how much he'd like to. Besides, Nicky doubted the man was truly interested in him.
"My name is Seth," the man said, "Seth Leighton."
"Nicky."
"You'll like it here, Nicky" Seth said. "This is a good neighborhood, quiet. The people here are very friendly." The man chuckled. "Well, except for maybe Mrs. Ferguson. She lives down in 2B. You might want to stay away from her. She can get a mite riled on occasion."
Nicky nodded as if he understood a thing the man said. It wasn't like he would be getting involved with anyone, let alone Mrs. Ferguson in 2B. Nicky didn't have plans to get to know any of his neighbors, not even the sexy one standing before him. It just wasn't safe.
"You don't say much do you?" Seth asked. He shook his head a little. "I never met a woman that didn't talk your ear off."
Nicky flushed as he looked down at the faded denim shorts and simple white v-neck cotton shirt he wore. The pink nail polish on his toenails shined brightly on his flip flops. They matched the nail polish on his long acrylic fingernails.
Nicky knew the carefully applied makeup on his face and the sandy blond hair that fell in curly waves down his back only added to his disguise. He looked just like a woman. And didn't that suck?
CHAPTER 2

"I guess I'm not like most women," Nicky said.

Seth was surprised by that statement almost as much as he was by his unusual attraction to the woman. He'd never been interested in women but there was just something about this one that intrigued him.

"I'm not sure that's a bad thing." Seth chuckled. "Come on, why don't you let me be neighborly and help you bring in the rest of these boxes?"

Seth wanted to pull the words back as soon as they left his mouth. He had no business getting involved with a woman, especially one he didn't even know. There could never be anything romantic between them. Seth was gay.

"Oh, I don't—"
"Please?"
Crap!
There he went again. Seth just couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut. He should just welcome her to the neighborhood and be on his way.
"I suppose it would be okay," Nicky finally said. She looked hesitant, cautious, but there was a spark of curiosity in Nicky's hazel eyes too. Seth knew he'd have to put a stop to that right away. He was just hated to break the connection between them at the moment.
Maybe he'd just help Nicky bring her stuff in and then leave. It wouldn't hurt to be friendly. They could wave to each other in passing, maybe see each other at one of the main social gatherings thrown by the building's community association. That didn't mean he had to get involved with the woman.
Seth followed Nicky back out to the moving van. He couldn't keep his eyes off the soft curve of her ass. Seth bet if he grabbed her ass, it would fit perfectly into his hands. It was glorious, curved just right and showcased to perfection in her tight denim shorts.
He groaned and smacked himself in the head. What in the hell was he thinking? He couldn't be having fantasies about what Nicky's ass would look like naked. She was a woman, and, as such, totally off limits.
He grabbed a box and quickly carried it inside to Nicky's apartment. He needed to get the hell out of there before he made a pass at the woman and confused himself even more. He was attracted to a woman. His mother would be thrilled.
It didn't take Seth and Nicky more than twenty minutes to get the rest of her boxes inside. Seth set the last one down on the floor and glanced around the small one bedroom apartment. His was a two bedroom but it wasn't much bigger. Luckily, he lived alone and was able to use the second bedroom for an office.
"Well," he said as he started backing himself toward the door, "welcome to the neighborhood, Nicky. If you need anything, I'm down the hallway in 4C. I work from home most of the time so I'm usually around. Just knock on the door."
Nicky's smile was bright, vibrant, and seared Seth down to his soul.
"Thank you for all of your help, Seth." The soft lyrical sound of his name in Nicky's voice was Seth's undoing. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and wished away the hard-on he knew could be seen in his jeans. Nicky was breathtaking.
"Anytime," Seth replied. He took another step toward the door. He raked Nicky's body with his eyes, confused at the sudden racing of his heart. He turned and nearly sprinted down the hallway to his apartment.
His hands shook as pushed his key into the lock. He fumbled with it for several moments before he actually got the door open and rushed inside, slamming the door loudly behind him. Seth leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. It didn't help.
He unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them down his thighs until his hard cock bounced free. He ached so much he couldn't keep a moan of need from breaking free of his mouth when he wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping.
He was out of his mind, he had to be. The faster he stroked, the more vivid the picture of Nicky's tight little ass became until he could see the woman bent over in front of him, the nicely curved globes of her ass cheeks too tempting to ignore.
With a loud roar, Seth came. Ropes of pearly white seed spurted out of his cock, covering his hand and the floor around him. In his mind, he shot all over Nicky's ass. He slumped back against the door and slowly slid down until he sat on the floor.
Seth cradled his head in his hand. What in the hell was happening to him? He’d just jerked off to a fantasy of a woman. He was gay. He'd always been gay, ever since he knew what gay or straight was. He'd never been attracted to a woman. Why this one?
Seth scooted back up the door. He grimaced as he remembered his hand was covered in cum as was the floor. He grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen and cleaned up the floor then headed to the shower.
He needed to do something to get his mind off the tempting ass of the woman down the hallway. He needed to reaffirm to himself that he was a gay man and he knew just the man to help him with that.
The moment Seth stepped out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the phone. He knew the number by heart, dialed it, and waited for Ricky to pick up on the other end.
"This is me," Ricky said. "Is this you?"
"Ricky, you're such a smartass." Seth chuckled, feeling more at ease by the moment. "Do you always answer your phone that way?"
"Only for you, love."
Seth rolled his eyes. Ricky was a fruit and not because he was gay. He was just downright nuttier than a bed bug. But, he was also a good friend and former lover. It was just too bad they couldn't get along in a relationship. The sex was phenomenal.
But more than twenty-four hours spent in Ricky's company and Seth was itching to strangle the man. For a few hours in the evening however, Ricky could show him a good time.
"You hooked up at the moment, Ricky?"
"You know I'm saving myself for you, love."
"Ricky!"
Ricky chuckled. "Naw, I'm free, man."
"What happened to that banker you were seeing?" Seth asked.
"Married, the asshole."
"Married never stopped you before, Ricky," Seth snickered. It didn't. Rick wasn't too choosey about his bed partners.
"Yeah, but he was married to another guy," Ricky said as if the banker had done something horrific. "I don't much care if married people want to fool around a bit. Even they need to get laid, but fooling around on another guy? That's just wrong."
"Ah hell, Ricky, I didn't know you had scruples."
"Fuck you, man, even I have standards."
Seth chuckled. "Yeah, okay, I get you. Do you still want to go out tonight?"
"Fringe?" Ricky asked, naming one of the gay clubs they liked visiting.
"That's the plan."
"Ooh, I'll get my dancing shoes."
"I'll meet you there at nine, okay?"
"I'll be waiting."
Seth shook his head as he hung up the phone and headed for his dresser. Ricky really was a great guy. Seth liked him a lot. It was just too bad they couldn't spend more than a few hours in each other's company.
They'd tried, twice. Both times they fought so much it nearly came to blows. They ended up deciding that they made better friends and occasional hookups than anything serious. It was too rough on their friendship.
Seth pulled a simple t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans out of his dresser. He tossed them on the bed and went into the bathroom to get ready. Brush his teeth, a comb through his hair, a little cologne, and he was just about ready to go.
He got dressed, grabbed his cell phone and wallet, shoving them in his pocket. Grabbing his keys, Seth went out the door, locking it behind him. As he passed Nicky's door he slowed, hearing soft music coming from inside.
Seth almost knocked on the door but curled his hand into a fist and made himself walk on by. He really had no business being interested in Nicky. He needed to get down to the bar and meet up with Ricky, get his head screwed back on straight.
And maybe just plain get screwed.
CHAPTER 3

Nicky held his breath as footsteps paused outside his door. He peeked through the keyhole, his breath coming out in a rush when he spotted Seth standing on the other side of the door. A moment later, Seth walked away.

Nicky hurried to the window and watched Seth walk out of the building. The man paused next to a small two door car and glanced back at the building. Nicky jumped out of the way, pressing his back against the wall.