Double Penetration

Chapter – 0005

AIDEN

He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell.

I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.”

Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”

“The chick next door did.”

He groans. “Come on, man. Don’t shit where you eat. I told you that you could stay here for the summer only if there were no shenanigans.”

“I swear to God, Aiden. When did you become an eighty-five-year-old woman? ‘Shenanigans’?”

“Since I’m negotiating contracts,” Noah reminds me. “And yeah, shenanigans. The kind I get in trouble for and then wind up with a shitty team and a shitty contract because I’m a liability. The kind you get in trouble for and then lose your contract with the team.”

“None of our shit has gotten us into any real trouble,” I protest, rolling my eyes. “We only got arrested one time, and that was when we were back home in West Bend.”

“That was last year,” Noah argues.

“We were only even in jail for a few hours. Racing a couple of tractors down Main Street ain’t exactly the crime of the century.”

“You ran into Old Man Johnson’s fence and the cows got out.”

“A couple of cows.”

“His whole herd. One walked into the church the next morning during the preacher’s sermon.”

“One cow out of the whole herd. And that was awesome. Barbara Jo Andrews was in the middle of singing her solo piece.”

“Uh-huh. How about the chick who was all over the tabloids because she said you knocked her up?”

“And I didn’t knock her up, did I? I didn’t even sleep with her. And I wrap my junk, thank you very much. The last thing I need are a bunch of little Aidens running around.”

“That’s the last thing this world needs,” Noah replies. “What about the time you streaked Coach Hardy’s front lawn?”

“That was a dare,” I insist. “And fuck you! You were the one filming it. How were we supposed to know his wife would be home? Or that he’d pick that moment to walk outside? You’ve gotten into just as much trouble as I have, Mr. I-Screwed-The-High-School-Football-Coach’s-Wife.”

Noah holds up a hand. “I did not screw Coach Tanner’s wife and you know it.”

“Hey, I don’t know what might have happened behind closed doors,” I joke. Noah didn’t screw our high school coach’s wife, although she did practically hunt him down the day of our high school graduation. But neither of us are the kind of guys who’d bed another man’s wife, so the cougar moved on to greener pastures. That didn’t stop Coach Tanner from believing Noah screwed her, though, and coming after him with a shotgun – or me from giving him shit about it. “So don’t hassle me about shitting where I eat. I didn’t say I was going to bed your neighbor.”

Noah rolls his eyes. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“She’s definitely hot,” I remind him. In fact, the thought of her pretending I wasn’t standing there naked, glancing away but then looking back at me because she couldn’t help herself, makes my dick twinge. The girl is tightly-wound; that much was written all over her. And I could be the one to loosen her right up.

“Get your naked ass out of my kitchen. And stop parading it around the front yard.”

Upstairs, I glance out of my bedroom window toward Stuck-Up Chick’s house. I told Noah she was hot, but hot is an understatement. The chick is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in a long time – not trampy and overdone the way most of the groupies who hang around the players are. And she didn’t have a damn clue who I was.

When the hell is the last time that happened? Noah and I are two of the most famous faces in the state, at least to people who follow football – Colorado’s golden boys, born and raised in a little town in the middle of nowhere: West Bend. It’s the reason we get cut a lot of slack for the crap we pull, like when we got arrested in West Bend.

The whole prim-and-proper vibe the neighbor has going on is even hotter. I’ve never much been into chicks who look like schoolteachers, but I’d definitely let that one rap my knuckles with a ruler.

I step inside the shower intending to shake off the image of the hot little next door neighbor, but instead I just wind up picturing her more vividly. The way she pulled her lush lower lip between her teeth when she looked at me. The way she sucked in a breath as her eyes lingered on my chest. The way she focused on the bongos like she wished they’d suddenly become transparent. The way she looked at me, her jaw set like she was offended by the whole naked with bongos thing, except she couldn’t take her eyes off them