I pound a fist into my pillow, sighing in frustration. I’m wide awake and it’s nearly two in the morning. The midnight sun casts an ethereal glow into my bedroom, but that’s not what’s keeping me from falling asleep. It’s the lack of adventure and sex in my life. Now that school is out for the summer, my dismal plight is more apparent. Being a kindergarten teacher is a rewarding career. I love each student as if they were my own flesh and blood. From August to May, my focus is solely on their academic development. That’s what got me through my breakup last fall. Calvin completely blindsided me, ending our seven-year relationship. The asshole broke my heart right before the holidays. I thought he was my happily ever after. I even relocated across the country for him. He couldn’t find work in his field, so when he was offered an environmental scientist position in Alaska, we packed up everything and made the move in less than two weeks.
That was three years ago. I should be planning our wedding, researching honeymoon destinations, and discussing the best time to start a family. What hurts the most is that he didn’t give me a valid explanation, simply stating the relationship wasn’t working for him anymore. I’m thirty-four years old. Jumping back into the dating pool at my age seems daunting. I hear the water has pee in it, too. I may be unassuming and plain, but my other traits outweigh these minor shortcomings, like my impeccable character and stellar personality. I’m not just blowing hot air. I’ve been told this on countless occasions. And plain doesn’t equal butt-ugly. I’m no beauty queen by any stretch of the imagination, but my silky-smooth, dark mahogany complexion and bountiful, accentuated curves turn more than a few heads—despite being average-looking in the face. Fuck him. No point in dwelling on the past.
I fell in love with the Great Land and decided to stay after the breakup. There’s nothing for me back in Pennsylvania, anyway. My mother is too busy catering to her new husband, and I never knew my sperm donor. However, I wanted a change after the split and began searching for another teaching job. Several offers were on the table within three weeks. Eventually, I accepted the teaching position in Ridgemont, a small town located an hour and a half north of my old home. On the last day of school, I hopped in my car and put my old life in my rearview. It was a hard, but necessary, goodbye. I’ve been a resident for two months and one week and have no regrets. At first, I was worried small-town life wouldn’t suit me, being a city girl since birth, but I fit right in. I spend the long summer days running errands, exploring, or sitting on my porch sipping ice-cold lemonade. The quaint community boasts spectacular scenery, and everyone is friendly. I haven’t met a disagreeable person yet. By the time school starts, I’ll be settled in and well-acquainted with my new surroundings.
I roll onto my side and pluck the remote control off the nightstand. Might as well find a movie to watch. Lulu, my orange tabby cat, lets out a long, disgruntled meow at having her beauty rest interrupted.
“Hey,” I admonish the spoiled feline. “Your furry butt isn’t supposed to be sleeping on my bed in the first place. We’ve had this conversation several times before. Do you want me to put your bed downstairs again? Because I’ll do it.”
It’s an empty threat. I tried locking her out once, and she spent the entire night meowing at my bedroom door.
“Sass me one more time,” I say in an authoritative tone. “I double dare you.”
Lulu blinks her copper-colored eyes at me.
“Don’t give me that look.” I point to the plush, round cat bed in the corner. “That’s where you’re supposed to sleep, Ms. Sassy Pants.”
She snuggles back into the comforter and closes her eyes, dismissing me.
“Well, I’ll let you sleep in my bed for one more night, but that’s it.”
I click on the television and surf the channels but nothing catches my attention. I slide the remote control back onto the nightstand and climb out of bed. I’m careful not to disturb Her Highness. I grab the laundry basket of clean clothes next to my dresser. Washing is easy, folding is another story. I absolutely loathe folding clothes. I empty the basket onto my bed and begin the tedious task, hoping the monotonous chore will help tire me out.
I’m folding a pair of shorts when a familiar rumble stalls my breath.They’re home. I race to the window, banging my foot against the front leg of my bed.
“Fuck,” I hiss, rubbing the pain away. “That’s what you get for being a thirsty bitch.”
I take a few limping steps and latch onto the windowsill, desperate to seethem. I watch the sleek, black pickup truck pull into the driveway, chewing on my bottom lip in anticipation. They climb out of the truck and retrieve their duffel bags from the cab. I moan, sliding a hand over my pulsating pussy. Beau, Emmett, and Shepard Wilder are my sexy neighbors and the town’s most eligible bachelors. They’re tall, powerfully built, and so fucking yummy—the finest male specimens to ever walk this earth. Beau and Shepard are brothers, and Emmett is their cousin. The formers are blond, while the latter has chestnut-brown colored hair, but they all share the same captivating steel-blue eyes—soft gray mixed with darkish blue. Must be a family trait.
They work on an offshore oil rig in the Arctic Ocean, so aren’t home very often—two weeks on and three weeks off. But when they’re home, I spy on them like an obsessive ex-lover. Every single woman in Ridgemont wants to take a ride on the Wilder express. Rumor has it that theysharetheir conquests. All three at the same fucking time! Fucking Christ! Those women must have super vaginas—I’d need to take an ice bath for a week straight. I don’t have to worry, anyway. The trio never pays attention to me, except for a friendly greeting in passing. Maybe I’m not their type. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m only open to emotionally available men seeking a long-term commitment, like me. Casual hookups don’t interest me in the least but fantasizing never hurt anyone.
Beau glances at my bedroom window, his eyes clashing with mine. I quickly plaster myself against the wall, my cheeks flaming in embarrassment. Shit, caught red-handed being a creep. The way he looked at me… my thighs clench together. Is my imagination playing tricks on me, or was there longing in his piercing steel-blue gaze? Like he wanted to eat me alive. I wait for a few seconds, then risk peeking out of my window again, but they’re already inside.Damn.
I delve a hand into my panties, sliding my fingers through my silken, wet folds.
“Oh God,” I murmur breathlessly.
Dick. I need a rock-hard dick pounding between my legs. I grab the vibrator from my nightstand drawer and pad down to the spare bedroom. It’s not what I crave, but it’s the next best thing. I climb on the full-sized bed and hastily push my panties to my ankles, then kick the cotton garment to the floor. Who will play the leading role in my fantasy tonight? Emmett, Beau, or Shepard?Beau.The way he looked at me… my greedy pussy flutters. He has me ready to risk it all and knock on his front door. I click the vibrator to the highest speed and let my thighs fall open, settling the rubber tip on my sensitive clit. Electricity instantly zings through my core, sparking my libido into a blazing inferno.
“Yes!” I shout, pinching a pebbled nipple. “Fuck me harder, Beau! I love being your nasty little slut!”
My eyes squeeze shut, imagining his mouth on my swollen bud. He licks, nips, and sucks. I scream his name over and over again, gyrating my hips in a circular motion until I’m panting through my first orgasm. Beau moves up my shaking body and impales my soaking passage to the hilt in one swift thrust. He pistons into me in a frenzy, grunting like a man possessed. Another orgasm rocks my core. I roll to my side, jerking my hips forward.
“Beau,” I croak, flying over the edge once more.
That’s just what the doctor ordered. I click the vibrator to zero and promptly fall asleep.
A loud thud startles me awake. I glance around the room and see the vibrator on the floor. I must’ve knocked it off the bed in my sleep. The digital clock on the dresser shows 3:02 in glowing red. I’ve only been asleep for about ten minutes, but I feel revitalized. Three orgasms will do that to a girl. My afterglow fizzles, recalling the unfolded laundry scattered on my bed.
“Adulting calls,” I grumble.
I plant my feet on the floor and spot the most magnificent sight my corneas ever beheld through the gap in my blackout curtains. I drop to all fours and crawl to the window,Mission Impossiblestyle. Stealthily, I raise my head and peer into the bedroom window directly across from me. There, Beau hovers in all his naked glory, rapidly gliding a hand over his very well-endowed cock.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Taut muscles bunch with every stroke, housed in a body honed from manual labor. Even his muscles have muscles. I prefer a bare chest, but the smattering of hair covering his hard pectorals has me rethinking my stance, and that eight-pack unicorn has my tongue itching to explore. I really shouldn’t intrude on this private moment. Well, he’s the one standing in front of the freaking window. I better keep watching, for research purposes.
His hand moves faster, his sharp features becoming slack with passion as he seeks release. My pulse increases, my gaze transfixed on the carnal scene unfolding. I spread my knees wide and ease two fingers into my moist center.
