Dirty Neighbor (The Dirty Suburbs) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B

classes are always well-attended and she has loyal customers – but I know that she’s struggling. Her rent is killer and there’s a limit on how much she can increase her prices in a small town like Reyfield.
     
    “What’s up with you?” Isla’s forehead creases as she quickly glances at me again before making a left onto Hyatt. “You’re completely distracted. This has something to do with Keeland, doesn’t it?”
     
    I can’t hold it in anymore. Isla’s my best friend and I need to get this secret off my chest. “We fucked last night!” I blurt out and then my hands clasp tightly over my mouth.
     
    Isla gasps so hard that she erupts into a fit of coughs. “I —” Cough-cough. “I — I knew it!” Cough. “I knew you two would end up fucking!” Her eyes are watering now.
     
    I frown at her. “What are you talking about? It was an accident. A mistake.”
     
    “An accident?” Her gaze shifts over to me, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “The tension between the two of you has been building since we were teenagers. Sex was bound to happen eventually.” She slaps her hands against the steering wheel. “So spill…was it fucking awesome?”
     
    I stare straight ahead, the events of last night playing out before my eyes like a movie. “No…” I say slowly. “Then, hell yes.”
     
    “What does that mean?”
     
    “Well, at first he came really fast.” Stop talking, Sammie. I grab a grilled chicken stick from the takeout bag and shove it into my mouth to shut myself the hell up.
     
    Isla grimaces. “Oh, hun. I’m so sorry.”
     
    But she doesn’t quite understand what I’m trying to say. “No Isla — at first , he came fast…but then, we did it again. Over and over and over. With his tongue and his hands and his cock. I don’t want to get too graphic, but —” I reach over and catch her hand in mine. “Isla…” I say giving her ‘the eyes’ and she automatically knows what I mean.
     
    “It was that good?” she questions, a skeptical curl on the edges of her lips.
     
    I nod wistfully. “It was that good.”
     
    She grins wide. “Well, apparently the enjoyment was mutual,” she says tipping her chin in the direction of my front yard just as Keeland parks his truck haphazardly in the driveway and rushes across the slushy lawn up to my front steps.
     
    My heart volleys against my chest. I watch him ring the doorbell before he uses his big hand to shade his eyes and peep in through the living room window.

Chapter 24

     
     
    “Looking in through my curtains in the middle of the night? That’s not creepy at all.”
     
    I spin around to find Sammie standing at the edge of the walkway, one hand on her hip and her cheeks pink from the cold, as Isla pulls away from the curb.
     
    “Hey,” I give her a weak grin as I flounce down the stairs to meet her. “I tried to catch you after your tutoring session. I figured you’d need a lift home.”
     
    She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. I think she’s nervous. Hell - I’m nervous, too. Last night was something else. And I want it again. I want her again, all night long.
     
    “Isla picked me up and we had a few errands to run.” She’s holding a take-out bag in her hand. It just screams ‘flavorless but very responsible and grown-up food inside’. We stand there looking at each other as the sun slowly slides behind the mountains in the distance.
     
    “What are you doing here, Keeland?” she asks in a small, tentative voice.
     
    I swallow hard before I say, “I want to come inside.” God — I mean that on so many levels.
     
    She opens her mouth and I can see in her eyes that she wants to protest. I won’t let her. I take a step closer, standing so close that I can smell the sweetness rising off of her skin and I can see her shallow breaths fogging up the air.
     
    “Last night was good, Sammie. Let’s do that again.”
     
    Sex with her had been explosive. We’d been building up to it for so