My Beautiful Neighbor (The Greene Family Book 1) Piper Rayne (best e reader for manga .txt) 📖

I hear Presley screech through the door.

“I’m a sheriff. I’m not gonna just run down the stairs scared. I investigate shit.”

I shake my head. “Well, no worries, dad’s letting someone stay there temporarily.”

“Who?” he asks, widening his stance and recrossing his arms.

“None of your business.”

“I’m gonna find out,” he says. “Just tell me.”

My door opens and Presley steps out next to me. “Hi. I’m the squatter. And I really hope you aren’t one of those guys who likes to wear women’s panties.”

Fisher looks her up and down. “Story girl?”

“If you’re asking if I’m the woman who’s opening The Story Shop? Yes, that’s me.”

“This is my brother, Fisher. Sheriff Greene if you want to be formal, which none of us ever are,” I introduce the two. “Fisher, this is Presley Knight.”

They shake hands.

“Nice to meet you,” she says.

He takes in the two of us next to each other. I’m sure Presley’s messy hair and both of our swollen lips are dead giveaways as to what we were doing.

“I should get back and clean up.” She ducks around us.

“No worries,” he says and she stops at the top of the stairs. When she doesn’t respond, Fisher finishes. “I don’t wear women’s panties unless it’s her kink.” He winks and she laughs, then heads down the stairs.

After we hear the back door close, my gaze falls to Fisher. “This is a secret. No telling anyone. Especially Jed.”

He holds up his hands. “That’s your business. She’s cute though. Might want to make sure she’s satisfied before another Greene slides his way in there.”

I know he’s egging me on, but still. “You might be the sheriff, but I’m the oldest.”

“That doesn’t hold weight anymore, old man,” he says, but I’m already walking down the steps.

So much for us keeping this between us. Five minutes in and one of my brothers already knows.

When I reach the apartment, Presley is already in the bathroom, scrubbing it down. Instead of bothering her, I use the duster in the corners, sweep the floor, and move the boxes to the unfinished part on the other side of the garage. Since she’s still in the bathroom when I finish all that, I put some sheets on the bed and head back inside to grab an extra pillow, blanket, and towels. I don’t really want to give her the ones we use when our drunk friends spend the night, so I give her mine. I’ll use the designated drunk blanket and pillow tonight. Since Marla stocks our toiletries because of her coupon obsession, I pull shampoo, conditioner, and soap out of our closet.

I somehow get all this accomplished before she’s done in the bathroom, so I poke my head in there. “All good now.”

She stops and walks out into the main room and looks around. “You did all this? I’m impressed. Who did you learn to clean from?”

“My mom.”

Her smile drops and she grabs her suitcase, putting it on a chair in the corner. “Well, she did a great job. I was expecting to be up all night.”

I sit on the bed. “So my brother knows.”

She nods, pulling out some clothes. “Obviously. Will he tell anyone?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I think I’m going to take a shower.” She nods toward the bathroom door.

I guess that means sex is off the table for tonight. Thanks, Fisher.

“Okay, I’ll get out of your way then.” I stand, and she hesitates.

“Stay,” she says. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”

I place my hands on her hips. “I’d love to stay. Do you need help washing your hair?”

She bites her lip. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m not sure I’m ready for you to…” She stops and inhales a deep breath. “Yeah, I’d love help.”

Whatever changed her mind, I’m not going to wait for her to change it back. I take the hem of her shirt and slowly raise it up her body until it’s over her head and on the floor at our feet.

When I reach around to find her bra strap, she laughs. “It’s in the front.”

I unclasp it in the front and the weight of her tits pulls the fabric apart. I gently peel the cups off her breasts and slide the straps down her arms, sucking in a breath while my dick presses even harder against the zipper of my jeans. She’s absolute perfection.

Her jeans are next, and I shed them off her body as quickly as possible. I kind of want to keep her in her panties because this look right now is sexy as hell, but I slide those down her legs too, squatting as I go, leaving me on my knees in front of her. I stare up at her and take my chance, sliding my finger along her folds. She bucks toward me, chasing her pleasure, and I lean forward and switch out my fingers for my tongue.

“Cade,” she says, “I should shower.”

She’s crazy. I’ve waited this long, and now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m not stopping until I get my fill. There’s no more time to be wasted until she’s mine. I turn us around so she sits on the edge of the bed, facing me, and put one of her legs over my shoulder.

I’ve got all night and no one else knows we’re up here. We can be as loud as we want. I can’t wait to hear the sounds that come out of her once I’m buried deep inside her.

Cade lifts my leg, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along my inner thigh until he positions it over his shoulder. Then he’s front and center with my pussy. Thank God for the Glacier Point spa’s waxing services. Of course, I’ve been on my hands and knees, cleaning the bathroom. But Cade strips away all my inhibitions when he nibbles right where my thigh meets my center.

The anticipation of his mouth on my clit makes my back fall to the mattress, unable to watch it actually happen. As soon as