“The hell I can’t,” I mutter to myself, grabbing my phone. “If they’re going to perform for the whole building in the middle of the night while I’m trying to get my beauty sleep, then they’re basically asking for it.”
“Oh shit. This isn’t going to go wrong at all,” she laughs, not bothering to try to talk me out of it. She knows damn well that once Iset my mind to it, I’m a woman on a mission. There’s no stopping me, and this woman has got a lot to say.
Storming through my apartment in nothing but a skintight cotton cami and a pair of black cheeky panties, I throw my door open and march out into the corridor.
“What are you going to say?”
“No clue.” I position myself in front of the door for apartment 305 and curl my hand into a fist before ruthlessly banging as hard and as violently as I possibly can. “OPEN UP, YOU WALL-SHAKING, OBNOXIOUS, ARROGANT EXHIBITIONIST DISASTER OF A MAN.”
“Whoa,” Milan laughs in my ear. “That’ll teach him.”
My fist doesn’t stop pounding against the door, not when the fucking stops, not when I hear the woman gasping inside the apartment, not even when I hear the heavy footsteps of a man striding across the hardwood floor. I just keep going, because fuck knows that’s the kind of resilience he enjoys in a woman.
The door flies open a moment later, and the momentum of my missed door-banging sends me toppling forward. I catch myself quickly and fix my balled fists at my sides when that deep tone I’ve been listening to for the past hour cuts through the newfound silence.
“Oh, hey. You must be my new neighbor,” he says, too fucking chirpy for my liking. “What’s going on?”
My gaze snaps up to find myself staring directly at an ass-naked man, his hand shamelessly covering his junk, and let’s be honest, whilehe certainly has big hands, he has an even bigger cock, and his attempt to cover it is doing absolutely nothing. But damn, he’s a snack, and if I weren’t so pissed off, I might even take a moment to notice just how tall he is with that perfectly carved body and those strong arms. Shit, he even has a mouthwatering V that leads down to what can only be described as a fucking tree trunk, and I’m not talking one of those Japanese maples. I mean, one of those redwood trees. Like damn. I’m no Cinderella, but I just know that’s going to be a perfect fit.
This man is a beast, and judging by the shimmer in his dark eyes, he knows it.
“Oh, hey,” I mimic, noticing the way his heavy gaze begins sailing up and down my body, taking in the barely there cami that sits around my full tits and the pair of black panties barely covering my ass. “What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON?”
Milan laughs in my ear. “Ahh, shit. Crazy Crimson has come out to play.”
“What’s going on is that you have been fucking that woman for—” I pause and glance at the time on my phone. “Seventy-four goddamn minutes, and I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but when you share a bedroom wall with somebody else, YOU MAKE SURE YOU DON’T SPEND THE WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT MAKING IT SHAKE. You owe me a new photo frame.”
He just smirks, his smugness making me want to smack him right in that perfectly sculptured jawline. “Oooh, what do we have here? A little feisty one,” he says, that maddening smirk widening as he glancesover his shoulder to the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, leaning against his bedroom doorframe with nothing but a white sheet covering her slender body. “We’re just about done, but there’s still energy left in the tank. You wanna join? You’re all tense. Looks like you could use a thorough railing. Promise, I’ll take really good care of ya.”
My jaw drops, and I hear Milan roaring with laughter in my ear, but I ignore her to deal with the arrogant man-meat in front of me. “As intriguing as that sounds, no. I don’t want to join your dirty little fuckfest. I want you to shut the hell up, stop groaning and grunting about taking her deeper and harder, and stop rattling the fucking wall with your headboard. I’m trying to sleep.”
“Ahhhh, I see the situation,” he finally says as I notice just a slight speckle of gold in his dark eyes. “When was the last time you truly got fucked? And I don’t mean fiddled with your bits with those overused toys under your bed. I mean, really got fucked up against a wall and saw your soul levitating out of your body while you exploded on a girthy hard cock?”
“I . . . I—”
“Oh shit,” Milan says. “Did Crazy Crimson just meet her match?”
“Shut up.”
He points at his chest. “Me, shut up?”
“Her, shut up,” I say, holding up my phone and pointing toward it before snapping a picture of the asshole and sending it to her. “You see what I’m dealing with here?”
“Ooooh, girl. If you don’t fuck him right now, we’re gonna haveproblems.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” the asshole rushes out, snatching my phone out of my hand and deleting the pic. “If you’re going to take pics, at least give me a second to pose first. Here, take a new one. God knows, an uptight bitch like you needs the material in your spank bank.”
With that, he drops his hand away from his junk, and braces both hands behind his head, showing off that perfect physique, and damn it, I can’t help but count the sharp ridges of his abs as my gaze drops down his mouth-watering body and lands on his massive, tree-trunk of a cock.
Shit. It’s pierced as well.
“Go ahead, Firecracker, don’t be shy,” he says with a wink. “If you’re a good girl, I might even let you touch it.”
I suck in a gasp. “You . . . You . . . Holy fuck. What is wrong with you?”
“TAKE THE FUCKING PHOTO!” Milan shouts.
He smirks some more, but I just scoff. “You are the most arrogant, cocky bastard I have ever met, and for the record, your little act doesn’t impress me.”
