The Very Rude Boys Next Door by Chloe Kent
Chapter Five
Anastasia had slept later than she ever thought possible. It was almost past midday when she finally awoke with a start. The first thing she became aware of was her backside still singing with pain.
The Smiths, mean, rude men that they were, had streaked her flesh with all different shades of their handprints. But that wasn’t all. They had stuck her ass with a butt plug that she wholly believed had been way too big for her, and they finally relented only when she had issued the kind of apology they were looking for.
She had sobbed uncontrollably then, like a madwoman, and they had carried her to the bedroom, tucked her into bed, and left.
She didn’t want to think what the true repercussions of their touch had done to her, but it seemed plastered to her memory. Her pleading words echoing in her head that they make her come. And she had. So hard, she had shattered into those tears that had made her sleep like a baby.
She couldn’t see them again. Ever. And she meant it this time. They had reduced her to nothing and exposed her vulnerabilities. Not with words but in the way her body had reacted.
Yes, she couldn’t see them ever again. And it would be possible now because they had their precious apology, and they needn’t bother her anymore.
She whimpered when she rose from the bed. Not only did her pussy still ache, but the fullness in her asshole made her blush so hard it felt as if she had taken a dip in lava.
She escaped to the bathroom, removed the offending toy, and threw it away. But the act of gripping the base, then of pulling it from her hole served to highlight every sensation she experienced, and her clit swelled and begged for them to touch her again.
Was she mad? Deranged? She needed to throw away the butt plug just like she needed to throw away the whole experience. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted. She had to put the whole thing down to being an unfortunate occurrence and one that will never be repeated.
Once she took care of the plug, then showered for extra-long, she sat on the bed in her towel and checked for updates from her aunt then hurriedly sprang up from the bed. Viktoria had sent her a message that she had the most phenomenal news and that all of Anastasia's problems were going to be a thing of the past.
She couldn’t even guess what her aunt could mean. But to have to wait for Viktoria to call her tonight seemed like an eternity away. And the thought of staying in bed all day appealed to her more than it should.
Under the circumstances, the Smiths’ spanking she had received and possible good news from Viktoria, could mean to say she deserved to stay in bed all day. But she woke up anyway. And changed into a cool summer dress and sandals and told herself to stop obsessing about her painful ass, inside and out.
“Hello,” Janine called from the other side of her closed door. “It’s just me.”
Anastasia opened the door, and a bubbly Janine stood on her doorstep.
“Good morning, dear. Are you very busy, right now? I sure could use your help.”
“Hi, Janine. Not at all. How can I help you?”
“Oh, I’m taking the boys some drinks and sandwiches and thought you could help me carry them? Really, it’s just an excuse. I could do with the company.” Janine smiled mischievously.
“Of course. I’ll be happy to.” She closed the door behind her and wondered why she didn’t even try to come up with an excuse not to help. No, she knew why. She needed all kinds of distractions today if she was going to get through it.
She followed Janine back up to her house as they collected two baskets and took one each. She then smiled and nodded at everything the older woman said. She might have thought she would be distracted, but she actually really liked Janine, and she found herself paying close attention to what she was saying.
She also had no idea they were going to the clubhouse. It looked in very bad shape. But then Anastasia stopped mid step as her eyes filled with the vision before her.
There were other men around, but all she could do was zone in on three. Immediately, every sensation she tried to scrub off, then bury in a coffin in her head, came flooding to the fore. The part of her brain concerned with her protection, pleaded she turn around and leave. How could she face them after what they had done to her last night?
And worse, her completely ignominious reaction to it all. No. Hadn’t she vowed, again, that she planned to avoid them like the plague? But every other part of her stopped working, too, and she stalled, then became lost in their presence.
Under the blistering-hot sun, shirtless and sweaty, their jeans precariously low slung, their biceps and abs rippling like waves in the ocean, was Callum, Ben, and Kane.
They were landscaping the gardens, digging up dirt, and hauling rocks out of the area. She had already noticed the wall that had graffiti on it had been repainted.
“Their mom used to live here, you know,” Janine said as she came to stand next to her, snapping Anastasia’s attention back to earth and away from them.
But tearing her gaze away from them for a second felt like sheer agony.
“What happened to her?” What was wrong with Anastasia? Was she a sucker for humiliating punishment? Wasn’t seeing them just reliving that very same humiliation?
“Cancer,” Janine said sadly, and her heart, beating so furiously broke for them. “Not even two years ago. But what an incredible woman. She raised those three boys on her own. Without the help of their father, and certainly not his money either.
“Without any man’s help or money, for that matter. She worked three jobs as a waitress, a housekeeper, and a seamstress. We used to wonder if she ever slept at all. But she raised them the right way. To be strong and proud. Now they come back every year around the same time and take care of the community their mother loved so much. We had a horrible incident with a few kids who came and destroyed our clubhouse. Of course, the men in our community are a bit aged,” then she whispered, “lazy,” and blocked her mouth as she said it, then giggled. “But when the Smith boys show up, suddenly the younger ones are all ready to take their shirts off too.” She snorted.
“They’re incredible boys, they are. They come home and fix things; they’ve already repaired two cars, got William a deal on his car by selling the parts. I’m glad that eyesore has been removed. And now they’re redoing the garden so we all can enjoy it. Including you, my dear. Do you see why we call them our heroes?” Janine said as she turned around and started to unpack the baskets.
Heroes? There was that word again. Well, clearly no one else knew them the way she did, then. They were demanding and just plain rude. They could have easily given her a break on account of being new to the area, but no, they wanted their "heartfelt apology," and they had spanked it out of her by any means possible. But with the adoration in everyone’s eyes when they looked at them, who was going to believe they were bad, and they did bad things to her body.
“So they don’t live here permanently?”
“Oh no. They come by once a year, stay for a while, and then leave.”
“What do they do when they’re not here?”
“That’s the thing; no one knows where they go, what work they do, if they do work. It’s like they’re these really sexy genies.” Janine giggled.
First, she didn’t know why she was so inquisitive about them. They were the kind best left alone, and second, she had instantly become obsessed with wanting to know what they did outside of Lakeside Banter.
Defeated, because she was failing to avoid them like the plague, Anastasia turned around as well, to help Janine with the baskets. She poured icy-cold lemonade into tall glasses and lined them up on the table behind her, next to the platter of sandwiches.
Her body started to pulse as they came toward her, heat rushing down her spine as they neared. She had been too fixated to move out of their way, and when she finally worked up enough energy, they closed in on her and sent her back against the edge of the table. They each took a turn to lean over her, so close, she could smell their cologne mixed with their sun-glossed bodies, grinning at her as they captured a glass from behind her. She tried to stop breathing but failed and ended up panting like an idiot.
What was wrong with her? They were her nemeses. And she had her own problems to deal with.
Her plans to escape backfired when Janine pulled open two folding chairs in the shade, handed her a glass of lemonade, and gestured she sit.
And that’s all they did. Just sat, sipping lemonade, and watching the men work.
“My Edgar still does it for me, you know,” Janine said with a giggle. “Fifty years of marriage, and he still has his moves.”
Anastasia almost coughed up her lemonade, but then she realized that was a good thing. And the thought made her sad. Automatically, her gaze settled back on the three men doing hard labor in front of them. She didn’t know why she looked at them. But having a long, happy marriage was probably never going to be in her future. She was always only going to be fighting for survival or dying from a doomed life.
“They’re single, you know,” Janine added with that same giggle.
Anastasia knew exactly who she was talking about, and this time her sip of lemonade did go down the wrong way.
“Who?” she asked innocently and made it her mission to not stare at them again.
“Oh, you know who I’m talking about. All three of them are single,” she said and winked.
To detract from Janine’s sudden matchmaking ideas, Anastasia changed the subject and had a hard time listening intently to Janine’s secret homemade lemonade recipe and keeping her gaze off the three men. But all she could really think about was what they had done to her in her living room, with her legs spread and her pussy dripping wet.
She swallowed against the moan that tickled her throat, fought against the urgency to look at them one more time, failing epically at listening to Janine talk about cinnamon. But all that consumed her was that they had made her come.
They had touched where no man had touched before. Had streaked her ass with their palms, and that had been part of what had made her so hot. And then the final punishment, to get the apology they thought they deserved out of her, was when they stretched her completely forbidden asshole with a butt plug, they had thought to bring with them. She didn’t know why or understand her sexuality enough, but that it was so premeditated also added to the wetness which had dripped from her folds. As if they had expected her not to obey, so they came prepared.
She jumped from the chair, giving Janine a proper shock.
“I’m sorry, I just remembered I have to do a thing.” She didn’t wait around longer to explain herself. What she needed was a cold shower and a lobotomy and not even in that order.