Lust Next Door - S01 E22

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Lust Next Door - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

The Trash Talk

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Connor really hated to admit he was looking forward to picking up trash this afternoon.

From the peek he got of Serena this morning to now, it was flooding his mind. The curve of her chest flowing down into her small waist before billowing outward to her full hips was imprented in his mind. This morning, he couldnt look away if he wanted to, he was mesmerized by her movements.

The way she methodically ran the brush through her silk hair seemed as effortless as the way water flowed, each of her strokes were so gentle it seemed impossible for movements this simple but beautiful to exist.

His eyes were trained on the way her smooth fingers tangled into the locks, running down through the airy strands, tickling her lower waist.

He imagine his hands there, running over the small of her back instead, pulling her close to him as he grabbed fist fulls of that beautiful hair.

He would've been convinced she was a witch with the way he was entranced if not for the meancing scowl and disguted look she gave him when Serena realized he was watching.

He had a dumb smirk on his lips the rest of the morning as the memory consumed his thoughts for the day. He got dressed into one of his pairs of working jeans, which he had from his many years of living as the oldest in a huge family. The blue was faded into a nice light color around the knees and stressed areas of the denim, with faded grass stairns and others. All things considered Connor looked great in them.

He pulled on a white t-shirt wincing in the mirror as he regarded the tightness of the sleeves around his biceps and chest. His phone started buzzing on his nightstand so he walked over and picked it up reading the name that popped up on the screen.

"Hey ma." Connor said with a warm smile on his face.

"So...you're too big and famous to call your mom now?" A kind and wise voice filtered through the phone with a slight electronic tone.

"I'm sorry, you're right, you're right. How have you been? Gonna watch my game tomorrow night?" He held the phone with his shoulder, glancing down at his watch.

10:38 am.

"Of course, Honey nearly tackles me down every day for the remote when you're playing. She's a hockey fanatic!" The older woman chuckled into the phone and Connor could hear a far out voice in the phone yell.

"Is that Connor!?"

"Oop here she comes-" Connor grabbed his keys as there was some rustling over the phone before a high pitched voice came through, "Bugger!"

Bugger was the nickname that Honey gave him when she was just learning how to talk, being the oldest Connor had to watch her a lot, and she couldn't say Connor so they tried teaching her brother.

But brother got lost in little kid translation, and turned into Bugger. And it stuck, That's what she called him her whole life, regardless of how he felt of the nickname.

"Hey there Honey Bun, ready for the game tomorrow?" He chuckled as he sat down at his island.

"Yes! You're totally gonna crush the penguins those stupid birds can't even fly, and you're undefeated and awesome! You gonna slam em' and crush em' and fight those guys!" She rambled off quickly barely taking a breath between her words.

He couldn't help but smile wide cause he could picture her right now pacing around and nearly jumping out of her skin with excitement.

"He's not fighting anyone!" He heard his mom yell in the background, the concern leaking through.

"Whatever, Bugger I'm so excited, I'm gonna record it so I can rewatch it." She giggled.

"Oh yeah? Well what if I fly you and mom out so you can watch a game in person?"

"Really!" He heard he screech through the phone followed by a loud thud.

"Honey Deluca keep your butt in the chair please, you're gonna get a concussion!"

"You mean that?!" The little girl said breathlessly.

"Yes." He laughed and walked over to the door, "I can get you on the ice too so we can start practicing."

He heard her gasp and about to scream when he interjected, "but don't tell mom! She'll have a heart attack."

"Oh, right right." She whispered into the phone speaker.

"Anyways I've gotta go now, love you Honey Bun, cheer me on."

"Always Bugger!" You could hear a loud kiss buzz through the phone before the little girl hung up.

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Connor pulled up to the community house around 11:25 and saw Serena's beat up Volvo along with what he assumed was Franks SUV.

Of course they were here already.

He rolled his eyes putting on his black aviator Ray Bans and placing a piece of gum in his mouth before stepping out of his car.

He walked into the community house and immediately his eyes were glued on Serena.

What she did to him was evil, and the worst part was she didn't even do it on purpose.

He looked over the enticing roundness of her cleavage in the tiny and tight tank top.

And it was so form fitted, so different from what she usually wore, giving him a view of her small defined waist and round hips.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbled under his breath and dragged his eyes down her slender and perfect legs, remembering what it felt like to have them over his shoulders.

This women was stuck in his mind, taunting him, replaying and replaying. This was a cat and mouse game and right now he felt like the mouse.

The both finally noticed him when the door shut behind him.

"Connor, nice to see you're on time." Frank looked down on him with a tight tone in his voice.

"Always a pleasure Frank..." Connor tightened his features and rolled his eyes behind his glasses popping his gum.

Frank scoffed and turned to Serena "You two are our first volunteers that will starting the trash cleanup program today-"

"Other people volunteered to do this?" Connor couldn't help but chuckle.

Serena gave him a good whack in his side along with a narrowed side eye as if saying, 'please don't get him started'

"Why yes Connor, people in this community actually care...unlike others." He spat out and continued, "so you two will be starting here, at the community house and going all the way done Hazel street, then Gilles way, and finally finishing down Redwood Lane."

Connor had no clue where those streets were or how long it was but judging by the way that Serena's shoulders slacked and her eyes widened...

It was long.

"Three...three miles?" Serena said slowly.

Frank nodded his head proudly with a grin that Connor wanted to punch off so badly.

"Mhm! I'll go get you two your equipment." Frank turned around and walked past the podium and into a little closet, leaving the two of them alone.

"This is all your fault Asshole," Serena folded her hands over her chest and huffed, "I have way more important things to be doing with my afternoon than this."

"Oh like hiding in your house? Or your mysterious successful work you won't say anything about?" He rolled his eyes.

"It's none of your business." She retorted, averting his gaze entirely.

"Plus I distinctly remember it being your moans that got us in trouble, you just couldn't be quiet." He teased with a spiteful edge.

She whipped her glare over to him but before she could get a word out Frank came back holding a box of trash bags, some long grabbers and gloves.

"Your tools for saving the communities earth are here! Have a blast." He said way too cheerily, leaving the equipment with the two of them before parting ways.

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Hot, it was so hot.

It had easily been two hours of them picking up garbage, both of them had each filled a trash bag and they were just about a mile and a half in.

Sweating, miserable, and at each others throats.

Their bickering had since eased as the sweltering heat made talking too much energy to expend.

The only plus side was the way Serena looked.

Every time she bent over the swell of her supple breasts would just continue to spill out of that tiny tank top and distract him. They were edging over the neck line, and the sweat that glistened her skin made her look somehow even sexier, edible.

He couldn't help but see the rose color in her hot cheeks and the slight pant on her lips and remember how he made her look exactly like that in his bedroom.

Fuck.

He looked down at the grass in front of him and tried to ignore the heat that filled his body, this time not because of the sun.

Behind him Serena grumbled as a piece of trash kept falling from her grabbers. He turned to look at her as the creaky equipment being jerked aggressively by her drew his attention.

She finally huffed and threw the plastic thing down, "This is ridiculous, and awful, and I'm sweating. My shirt is sticking to me in horrific places, my hair is flying all over the place, and there is not one damn cloud in the sky to cover that sweltering sun."

"Well It's not sunshine and rainbows for me either shortcake but I'm doing it and not complaining." He groaned.

"Asshole." She bent down and picked up her grabbers, sighing.

Seeing her so distressed caused something to pang in him, like when Honey or his other younger siblings were sad and he needed to cheer them up. He looked at her before a smile slipped on to his lips.

"I am getting more trash than you anyways shortcake."

She whipped around to him, "The heat must be making you hallucinate because I'm almost done with my second trash bag." She held up the almost full bag.

Connor chuckled and gave her a shrug, "I filled my first one up with way more trash than you." He shrugged and nonchalantly started picking for more trash.

Serena glared at him, a small smile creeping on the corner of her lips she tried to hide, he felt satisfied.

She stormed over to him and shoved him in the chest, "You know what I've had enough of you, Connor Deluca. Getting me wrapped up in this mess, insulting me, and now coming for my rate of trash pick up."

He dropped his stuff and stumbled back, when she went to push him again he grabbed both of her wrists and raised an eye brow, "Oh you really wanna go there Rena?"

"Yeah, I've decided I can take you, you're just a big jock baby anyways." Serena tried her best but a smile cracked on her face as she wrestled her arms around in his hands.

"Yeah you're done for." Connor easily overpowered her, dropping her hands and grabbing her hips.

She gasped as Connor lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder as if she was a feather. Serena beat down on his back and was now hysterically laughing.

"Put me down! I'll tell Frank!" She yelled as he gave her a playful slap on her ass, holding her thick thighs tightly as he rested over his broad shoulders.

"You started this." He said simply. Connor took her over to the more shaded area of the land they were cleaning, with more trees and privacy.

He pulled her down off his shoulder and put her flat on her feet in front of him, they caught each other eyes and his breath caught.

The eye contact felt cosmic, felt physical, as his body stilled for her. Became cold than rushed with heat.

"Connor." She breathed as he put his hands on her waist, guiding her back into the tree. Her hands found his chest quickly, slowly edging his muscles under his shirt.

"Serena." He whispered into the soft skin of her neck as he leaned down. His lips grazed the skin of under her jaw with tempting desire as he held himself back the best he could. His body nearly screaming for her as he edged close and closer.

The shade of the tree felt so nice, and her skin smelt so good. If he didn't know any better he'd take her right here.

"My actual name? Miracles do happen." Her words were soft and mumbled into his ear, her breathing quick as his lips teased her neck.

"It's a beautiful name so I have to say it sometimes," he leaned up to look into her eyes, their faces so close as they breathed together, "But I prefer my nicknames." He winked with his classic smirk.

The heat radiated off them and coaxed their bodies closer, closer to the tense urge for one and other.

Her hands easily slide down his muscular back, their hearts pounding as their lips inched closer and closer, "I really like the jeans."

"Oh you do huh?" He raised an eyebrow, a satisfied look in his eyes as he felt his bulge tent painfully tight in his denims

"Don't look so pleased," she blushed and turned to the side, "I only said it cause you complimented me."

He reached up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to continue to hold their intense gaze that only made his hands and body ache for more. He rolled his hips into hers, pining her into tree as the friction from his bulge made her gasp and part those pretty lips.

"No don't do that," he tsk-ed and smirked, leaning just close enough so his lips brushed against her plump ones, "look at me." He groaned, fitting his leg between hers so they leaned against each other.

She gasped lightly and her eyes softened, looking so shyly into his eyes he wanted to kiss her so badly. Devour her. Take her for his own.

"You can't look at me like that."

"Why not."

"Cause we will not be finishing this cleanup if you do." Connor's hands snaked around her side and grabbed a handful of her ass, pulling her into him to press against his hard member.

"I'll have my way with you." He gripped her chin and lowered his dark gaze in hers. His tongue snaking along her parted lips.

Serena's eyes widened and she sighed into his lips, her hands gripping his back desperately.

He groaned and finally pushed off the tree, his mind was all hazy from his women. He couldn't even seem to think straight, she consumed him.

He turned to her almost pouty expression, her chest rising and falling quickly as her cheeks were blushed pink.

"We need to finish this trash." He groaned and shifted his pants slightly, deciding to stop before he was ahead.

Serena watched him collect himself and fix his clothes with a devious smirk as he tantalizingly pulled at her tank top.

"Stop it." Connor warned and aggressively picked up his grabber and trash bag, turning away from the mocking female.

"Told you I could take you jock baby." She nearly purred out at him, way too pleased with herself.

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