Lust Next Door - S01 E07

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Lust Next Door - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

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For some reason, last night was all Connor could think about.

He could barely skate right during practice because her flushed face and the fact she was watching him on TV consumed every one of his thoughts.

Most of which where dirty thoughts. He didn't know exactly what she was doing or if her story was true, but his mind sure as shit filled in the pieces with lewd things.

Connor didn't even know exactly why he went over there last night, all he knew was he was about to pull into his driveway when he saw her lights on and suddenly his car was driving past his house and into hers.

Seeing her loose clothing hang all over her body messily and outline her delicious curves hidden under the fabric. He imagined her pleading eyes looking up at him while she was on her knees in front of him. His hand stroking her plush lips and red cheeks.

He was so lost in his dirty ass mind that he didn't even realize it was his turn to take shots at the goalie.

"Deluca!" His coached yelled at him, "Did your fucking invitation get lost in the mail? You're playing hockey not bumbling like a neanderthal!"

"Sorry coach!" He yelled back and swatted his stick at the many pucks scattered across the ice.

His shot missed by a long shot, making the coach shake his head and his teammates chuckle.

Connor grumbled and and skated to the back of the line, "Was my beauty distracting you Deluca?" His teammate, Luca Giovanni, batted his eyelashes at Connor making the team laugh.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "shut the fuck up Luca."

"Aye! Don't make me beat the rest of you, focus or you're all doing 100 laps!" Coach yelled across the ice.

Connor needed to get his neighbor off his mind before it got him in more trouble.

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It was Thursday afternoon, and Connor managed to get through his practice in one piece.

All day Wednesday he didn't see Serena, he figured she was in there doing her work. Whatever that was.

His mind was buzzing with curiosity about this women, she was such an enigma.

He didn't realize till he really though about it, he didn't know anything about her. She was so secretive, about her name, her house, her job, all of it.

Why hadn't she wanted him to know her name? Surely it wasn't because she hated him that much, there was more to it. And her job, she definitely wouldn't tell him that, how in the fuck did she afford to live in this neighborhood at her age.

Serena clearly wasn't some famous icon. What 9-5 job could cover this place?

He groaned and fell back on his sofa, rubbing his hands through his soft dark hair. He was blaming his Serena consumed thoughts on curiosity. He had to know more, and then he could stop thinking about her.

Yeah, that's why.

He got up and walked into his kitchen to get some food. He walked to the counter and opened up his curtains to let some light in when he spotted Serena in her flower garden.

The women had such a green thumb, and he was thankful for it, because it was the only time she actually left her house. Otherwise, she was always holed up in there.

Connor's mind and gaze was instantly enraptured by the sway of her hips. She was on her knees, in her tight old gardening clothes, bent over into her flowers.

"Fuuuck me." He mumbled out and leaned closer to the window.

Connors eyes dragged over her perfect body, her large breasts bounced every so slightly with every movement she made, her arms digging into the dirty, her plump lips parted slightly and her eyes so focused on her flowers.

He followed his eyes down to her waist, Connor couldn't help but imagine his hands wrapped around that waist, slamming her down on his hips.

He groaned and blood rushed instantly to his crotch, making his member harden in his pants.

He then went to her round ass, peaking out in those small worn shorts, her back arched perfectly into her butt making his mind go crazy.

Her hips swayed slightly to whatever music she was listening to, this wasn't the first time he's caught her gardening, and each time he has she does the same routine that makes Connor basically foam at the mouth.

He knew he should tear his eyes away and close the blinds, but he couldn't.

Connor watched her, watched those hips move and her perfect ass sway in the air. He groaned and lust filled his body with heat such a heat, he could hear his heart hammering in his chest and the slamming pulse in his cock. This was torture.

She wasn't even wearing anything sexy and he was acting like a teenage boy.

He managed enough will power to close the blind, but then his feet started moving towards the door before he could muster more self control.

Connor walked out onto his porch and leaned on the railing, looking at her.

He took in the view and smirked before finally calling out, "you're making me a bouquet, aren't ya?" Serena jumped a bit and took her headphone out, turning to him, "gosh, I love my fans."

She narrowed her eyes at him and quickly leaned up, "Not a chance in hell."

"I mean, you did record my game." Connor said with a shrug and sly look. He loved how flustered the mention of that made her.

"I-I...ugh! Never again, I've learned my lesson." She sent a glare his way and stabbed her shovel into the dirt.

"You learned your lesson? What a good girl." He practically purred out in a sultry voice, intentionally letting the lewd undertones leak into his every word.

He left his porch and started walking the short distance over to her house, his hand in his front pockets and mischief etching his sharp features.

From closer up he could see the blush on her cheeks, it made a flurry rage in his chest, he liked that his taunts effected her so much he could see it.

"Oh my word, does anything innocent come out of that mouth or yours? Or is it all just vile suggestions." Serena stood up and brushed the debris off her legs and shirt.

"What do mean shortcake? My words were innocent, you're just hearing them that way. Maybe you have the dirty mind. Tsk tsk." Connor said smugly.

Serena didn't reply to him, just pursed her lips into a tight smile and let her head dip a bit with a "mhm sureeee" look in her eyes.

He chuckled, "what are you doing out here anyways? You're plants are perfect, what other things could they possibly need." He turned his attention to the beautiful array of colors below him.

Her flowers really were perfect, they caught his eye with all the wild colors and looked full and beautiful with al the twisting vines and dances of hues, like maybe Demeter herself tended to the garden.

"There's plenty to do. Plants need constant upkeep to maintain. Each flower is different with different needs."

"That sounds like a lot of work."

Her eyes grew tender looking at the flowers and a very soft passion melted an easy smile on her lips, "yeah well, some things are worth that kind of work to be able to enjoy their beautiful gifts."

She then turned to him and smirked playfully, making his heart jump a bit at the expression.

"I don't expect your jock brain to understand concepts that complex, don't worry."

He scoffed and pushed her shoulder, the smallest contact made his mind whir and his fingertips tingle with a gentle ache for more.

"Well there's this huge glass greenhouse behind my house that's terribly over grown and in need of some plant freak love. You can come over and fix it up if you want sometime?" Connors proposal lulled off his tongue before he could even process what he was saying.

Serena's eyebrows raised slowly and her beautiful perfect lips parted with a breath into a slight 'O'. Curiosity and interest opened her eyes wider and made the blue sparked like diamonds in water.

It didn't matter what she said, Connor knew he hooked her. Although, he didn't know why he wanted to.

"There's a green house behind your house? I've never seen it before." She question and stepped closer to him.

"It's way in the back, you can't see it from here. I didn't even know it was there until I had to drag my drunk friend out of the backyard after the party." He shrugged.

She seemed reluctant to show her excitement, forcing conflicts, "well, that sounds like a trap. You might kill me the minute I'm on your property and hide my body in the basement."

"Oh sure, because I'm the sketchy neighbor. Says the one with a mystery job, and mystery life. You're probably the assassin."

"You're an idiot." She rolled her eyes.

"And you're a prude with a stick up your ass." He shrugged.

"Don't feel left out, I'll stick my shovel up yours." She held it up.

"My house Saturday, 1:30."

"Your backyard Saturday, 12:00."

"12:30. Final offer."

"Fine." She stuck out his hand.

"Fine." Connor took it and gave it a firm shake.

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