My Hot Older Neighbor

Chapter One

Lexi

All my parents did anymore was fight. Why did they even stay together? It was exhausting. I was trying to study for my finals in a few days but couldn’t concentrate. Even with my earbuds in and the volume turned up, it couldn’t block out the sound of them fighting. I sighed, my open laptop judging me, notebooks scattered across my bed. I didn’t care. It was time for a study break.

I used to be close to my dad, talking about everything, but that time had passed. His work consumed him, spending so much time at the office. He didn’t have time for me anymore.

I left my bedroom and went out the back door. I could still hear them arguing from the backyard. I wasn’t even sure what they were fighting about, not that it mattered. Most times, it was mom accusing dad of cheating while he was working late. I wouldn’t blame him if he were. Mom was such a shrew. She hadn’t always been like that, but something happened five years ago, and she changed, turning into someone I barely recognized.

At one time, she had been an incredible dancer, her body lithe, her movements lovely, but she had been injured in a car accident. She hadn’t danced in years. Could that be what was bothering her so much? Is that why she was angry? Honestly, I didn’t care anymore. I was so tired of it all.

I wished I had enough money to move out, but I couldn’t afford it. I was twenty-one, attending school part-time, and working as many hours as possible, but I was still just scraping by. It was maddening. I could never get ahead. I could only afford to take a few classes each semester, but I didn’t want to drop out. It was my only chance to get a better-paying job.

My boss promised me a huge promotion if I took some business management courses. She was paying for my college, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. Unfortunately, my grades were slipping. I wasn’t able to study with my parents constantly fighting. I didn’t want to squander this opportunity. What I really needed was some peace and quiet.

I walked through the side gate and headed down the driveway toward the sidewalk. I needed to walk to clear my head and help reduce my stress levels. I looked up and down the street, figuring out which way to go. I decided to head to the park, which had a walking path and nature trails that I enjoyed exploring.

Halfway to the park, I spotted Mr. Brooks, my neighbor, jogging toward me. He runs every day—sometimes early morning, sometimes late afternoon. I felt myself start to blush. I had such a crush on him. He was a little older than my dad, but it didn’t matter. With the hint of silver in his tightly trimmed hair and beard and his muscular body, he was a sight to behold when he mowed his lawn shirtless. I couldn’t help but stare from my upstairs bedroom window.

He smiled as he approached, raising his hand. “Hey, neighbor.”

“Afternoon.” I felt a little awkward talking with him. It shocked me that he would bother having a conversation with me.

Usually, he talked to my dad and ignored me, which was fine as long as he didn’t catch me staring at him while he and my dad talked.

“What are you doing out this way?” He stopped in front of me, barely out of breath.

I gave him a slight shrug. “I felt like taking a walk.”

“Parents at it again?” he asked, his smile fading, raising an eyebrow.

My smile faltered, and I couldn’t help but blush with embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Even though Mr. Brooks’ house was next door, he didn’t live that close to us, but it embarrassed me to think he could hear my parents over at his house. I hated that. It was embarrassing. I didn’t like the whole neighborhood knowing what was going on, but it was hard to hide it with Mom yelling all the time.

“How about I walk you back home? You can hang out at my place until they cool down.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I beamed, nervously biting my lower lip.

Sounds wonderful? Who even says that? I sounded like some lovesick high schooler. I hoped he didn’t think I was being ridiculous. I wanted him to like me. He had been living next door to us for over six years. My parents always invited him over when we had a cookout, but he only showed up once or twice. He had barely spoken ten words to me in those six years, and when he had bothered to talk, it was to ask how school was and what colleges I was applying to.

Over the last few years, I had been looking at him differently. I saw him as a man. But not just any man, but a desirable one. Someone I would love to get to know better. I hoped he felt the same way I did about him, but he was hard to read.

“I’m going to shower,” he said once we went inside his house. “Why don’t you help yourself to anything in the fridge and find something to watch on TV? I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my body tensed as I thought about him in the shower. I throbbed with dirty thoughts of him getting aroused with water coursing over his sculpted body. Would he like knowing I got turned on thinking about him?

Mack Brooks was at least a foot taller than me, and I loved that he towered over me. I often imagined myself running my hands across his sculpted body. I wanted to explore every inch of it. What did he look like, completely naked, and how big was his penis? I felt my face blush with that final thought. Every night, I would touch myself as I imagined him exploring every inch of me, taking his time, teasing, urging my arousal. I wanted his touch. I wanted him to take me intimately.

I would coax myself to orgasm thinking of him. If only I could make it a reality. Would he turn me away if I made the first move? I was so stressed that it was hard to think straight.

All I knew was that I was so horny, and I had my hot older neighbor Mack Brooks in my sights.