Sexually Ruined By The Boy Next Door

Arabella "You taste so damn good," Dean Winchester groans against the soft skin of my thigh. A moan slips past my lips as I arch into the pleasure spreading through me. His mouth travels higher, slow and teasing, leaving heated kisses in its path. Those intense green eyes never leave my face for a second. The smug look tugging at his lips only grows when another shiver runs through me. "Let me find out how you taste here," he says with a grin, pushing my legs farther apart. My breaths come fast and uneven. I bury my fingers in his hair while he lowers his mouth toward my... "Haiden, I know you have made terrible choices before, but stealing cigarettes? Seriously? I am sick of cleaning up after your mess!" The piercing female yell ripped through the air. I groaned into my pillow, sinking deeper into the comfort of my bed. My hands bunched the blanket beneath my fingers as annoyance crawled through me. Turning my face against the white sheets, I dragged a pillow over my head in a hopeless attempt to block out the noise. Dean Winchester and I had been seconds away from... "I never f*****g asked you to clean up after me! If you are so tired of me ruining your precious reputation, then send me the f**k away. It would be better for everyone!" That rough male voice belonged to Haiden without a doubt. Anger poured from every word that left his mouth. "Do not you dare speak to me like that, Haiden!" Mrs. Cross snapped. "And stop using that language. The neighbors will hear you!" Too late. Not only had I heard everything, but they had also dragged me out of an amazing dream. I let out a frustrated breath and rolled onto my back, tossing the pillow aside. My gaze drifted toward the ceiling fan spinning overhead. After a few seconds, boredom settled in. I spread my legs slightly and glanced toward the television mounted on the wall. At some point, I had fallen asleep watching Supernatural. Dean and Sam Winchester's voices drifted softly from the speakers, almost impossible to catch because I had kept the volume low. I preferred it that way. Mother would lose her mind if she discovered I had been watching anything besides documentaries. "Do I look like I f*****g care?" Haiden shouted again, loud enough to make my ears protest. By now, I should have been used to it. It happened all the time. Haiden would get himself into trouble, and Mrs. Cross would scold him at a volume the entire neighborhood could appreciate. Then I heard footsteps approaching my room. I shot upright, grabbed the remote from my bedside table, and switched off the television. The doorknob turned. I sat there waiting. Mother peeked inside, her blonde curls sitting perfectly around her face. Red lipstick brightened her smile, and her brows looked flawless. Her green eyes landed on me where I sat on the bed. She stepped fully into the room. The blouse and pencil skirt she wore hugged her petite frame, and the click of her heels bounced across the white marble floor. Every movement carried elegance and confidence. "Those barbarians are causing a scene again," she said with obvious disapproval. Crossing the room, she shut my window. It barely helped. Haiden and Mrs. Cross were still loud enough to hear. Mother cast another irritated glance outside. "Honestly, Charlotte needs to get control of her son. That boy is beyond help." She looked back at me. "Stay away from boys like that, Arabella. They only bring problems." As if you and Dad would ever give me the choice. I kept that thought to myself. Instead, I gave a small nod. She was right. Haiden Cross was trouble. He was chaos wrapped up in the shape of a person, carrying disaster wherever he went. "Good." Satisfaction colored her expression as she walked closer. "Your father and I are having dinner alone tonight. I will ask Gertrude to bring your meal upstairs." When she reached me, she tucked strands of my brown hair behind my ears. "Will you be all right spending the evening in your room, darling?" she asked. "I know you cannot join us, but your father and I are celebrating our tenth anniversary. We would like some time to ourselves." I wanted to remind her that she had already explained that. I chose not to. Honestly, being alone in my room sounded much better than suffering through another painfully awkward dinner. "I do not mind, Mother." A pleased smile appeared on her face. She tilted my chin upward with one perfectly manicured finger. "You are my perfect girl." Then she pinched my chin playfully before taking a step back. "Be asleep by eight," she reminded me. "Tomorrow is your first day of senior year, and you need proper rest." I wished she had not brought that up. I was not excited about senior year. Just thinking about it made everything feel too big, too demanding, like I was expected to carry more than I knew how to handle. Mother reached for the doorknob. When she was halfway out, she glanced back at me. "And do your best to ignore those barbarians next door. The way they speak is completely inappropriate." "Yes, Mother." After she left, I collapsed onto the bed again. Haiden and Mrs. Cross were still arguing. Neither of them seemed interested in lowering their voices. It was almost impressive how little they cared about the fact that other people lived nearby. With a sigh, I pushed myself off the mattress and wandered toward the window. I kept close to the wall, not wanting them to catch me spying. Leaning against the side of the frame, I peeked outside. Haiden and Mrs. Cross stood on their front lawn several feet away from the porch. Mrs. Cross looked exasperated as she waved her hands around dramatically while talking. Under different circumstances, it might have been funny. I could not see Haiden's face from where I stood, but I had no trouble guessing he was just as irritated. Maybe even more. His black T-shirt stretched across the muscles of his back, and his brown curls looked like he had run his hands through them a hundred times. Everything about him screamed frustration. He stood there like someone hanging onto the last thread of patience he had left. For Mrs. Cross's sake, and maybe a little for mine, I hoped he would not do something reckless. The last thing I wanted was to witness a neighborhood disaster. I already looked ridiculous anytime a camera pointed in my direction. Thankfully, God seemed willing to spare me today. Haiden turned away from his mother and marched toward the house. His long steps carried him across the lawn quickly. In a few more seconds, he would disappear behind the front door and out of my sight. "Haiden, do not you dare walk away from me! I am not finished talking to you!" Mrs. Cross shouted after him. "Well, I am f*****g finished with you!" he shot back. Then, as if sensing someone watching him, he lifted his head. His gaze landed directly on my window. My stomach dropped. I gasped and ducked out of sight. Bonk. The top of my head smacked against the wooden window seat. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing the sore spot with my fingertips. Please tell me he had not seen me.