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  HOT Recluse

  Stella Stone

  HOT Recluse

  Copyright © 2018 by Stella Stone

  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-1986565509

  ISBN-10: 1986565505

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  Contents

  About the Author

  Also By Stella Stone

  Epigraph

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Stella Stone is a penname for an already established author who wants to write Simply. Sexy. Stories.

  She is a mother of two boys, and a wife to a bearded hubby, residing in a rural Texas town. During the day she writes sexy stories while her children are at school. In the afternoon, she is a chauffeur, Taekwondo observed, loud baseball, basketball, and cheering swim mom.

  Enjoy her Simply. Sexy. Stories and the Alpha men she enjoys creating.

  Also By Stella Stone

  Alpha Billionaire Series

  BUYING THE HEIRESS

  BUYING THE BARISTA—MAY 2018

  HOT Alpha Series

  HOT Recluse

  HOT Cop—JUNE 2018

  I’m a bit of a recluse, very fond of my own company.

  -Billie Whitelaw

  CHAPTER ONE

  KINSLEY

  Fired.

  What an ugly word. I was though, fired that is. The box I held in my hands as I walked down the street proved it to be true. It held everything that was personal in my desk, which honestly wasn’t much. It was embarrassing, packing up this box while someone from security watched me, making sure that I wouldn’t steal anything.

  Me? Steal. It was preposterous. Almost as preposterous as the reason I was fired. Sexual harassment, my ass. My assistant was just pissed off because I wouldn’t keep quiet about him doing blow on his lunch break.

  I should be thanking him for getting me canned though. I hated my job, really hated it with a passion. Now, I can do something else. Maybe this is what I really needed, the kick in the pants to get my shit together and do something different with my life. I just wish I hadn’t moved to my new place last month when I got my raise. I’m going to have to move, no way can I afford the rent, anymore.

  When I arrive home, I unlock my door, and drop my box onto the entryway floor. I don’t care what’s inside of it, honestly it’s just a bunch of crap.

  Walking over to the small desk in the corner, I power on my laptop and I do a job search. Throwing caution to the wind, I don’t look in any specific state. I need a big change, something that will force me to get out of my comfort zone.

  I apply for anything and everything that I can find. Location is of no consequence. All I know is that I want out of this place.

  Once I’ve successfully submitted at least fifty resume’s all over the country I walk into the kitchen and grab a brand-new bottle of cheap wine, and a carton of gelato.

  Now, all I have to do is wait.

  HEATH

  There’s movement out of the corner of my eye. Standing up, I walk over to the window. Leaning my forearm against the side, I watch. It’s what I do—watch.

  I don’t really leave my home. Not that I’m afraid or anything, just, what’s the point? I can have everything that my heart desires delivered to my front porch—and I do, including women if I need that.

  Speaking of women, there’s a woman bent over, reaching for something inside of the backseat of her car. It’s not anything fancy, just a silver sedan, but that’s not what has me frozen to my spot. Her ass is spectacular. My cock hardens at the sight of the rounded curves.

  She slowly stands up, and I grunt. Her waist is small, the tank top she’s wearing hides nothing. I can see the cheeks of her perky ass just peeking out of the bottom of her cut off jean shorts.

  Her legs are long and lean, her skin creamy looking. She has a mass of black hair piled up on top of her head and she’s carrying a box. I haven’t even seen her face yet, but I already know that I want her.

  I watch as she disappears into the house, and then comes bounding down the stairs a few minutes later, again. That’s when I see her face. Holy fuck. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Pink puffy lips, big round eyes, and small turned up nose.

  I need her. I imagine her on her knees for me, begging to please me, and I groan, my cock growing hard enough to pound nails. Whoever she is, the new neighbor next door—I want her.

  Smirking to myself, I decide right here and now that I will have her. There’s no way I can live next door to her, watch her, and not sink inside of her sweet curvy body.

  CHAPTER TWO

  KINSLEY

  With a groan, I lift the last box from my car and walk it inside of my new place. Once I’m inside, I set it down and look around. It isn’t anything fancy, and I don’t have any furniture yet, but I’m excited for the new start.

  Tomorrow, I’ll be starting my new job as a secretary for an attorney. Not really the type of job that I would have ever applied for before, but things are different now. When I lost my previous job, I threw caution to the wind, and now I’m here.

  The entire town that I’ve just moved to has the same population as just a few blocks in my old neighborhood. I’m so excited to live in a small community. When I drove through town, I knew that this was the place for me. Everything is quaint, and adorable. This is what new beginnings are about.

  Making my way into the bedroom, I decide to unpack my clothes. Tonight, I’ll be sleeping on a blowup mattress, at least until I can get to a furniture store after work and buy a bed. I might not be able to afford anything else, but I’ll have a bed, minimum.

  Once my clothes are hanging up in the closet neatly, I venture outside. The house is only a one bedroom, one bathroom, postage stamp that was built in the forties. But the backyard is spacious, bigger than the entire house and I love it.

  I inhale deeply and look around the empty yard. I have plans for this place, an outdoor oasis. Walking into the middle of the yard I slowly spin around, enjoying the sun on my face. Freezing, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

  Turning my head to the side, I look behind me, but nothing is there. Nothing but a fence. Then, I hear something on the other side of the barrier.

  As quietly as I can, I walk over to a hole in the fence and bend down, closing one eye and looking through with the other. My breath hitches at the sight in front of me.

  It’
s a man.

  He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of low slung jeans on his hips. He has abs, ripples and ridges that I’ve never seen before in person littering his chest.

  I lick my lips as I watch him. He’s got a bag hanging from his porch and he’s boxing. His black hair hangs down in front of his eyes and I can see his sweat glitter in the sunlight even from as far away as I am.

  He’s stunning.

  I feel like a total creeper as I watch him, but I don’t care, he’s beautiful to take in.

  He stops punching the bag, and turns his head, his eyes seemingly looking directly at me. I curse, stumbling backwards. Turning away, I run toward my house and slip inside before he realizes what a freak his new neighbor is.

  HEATH

  I can feel her eyes on me, again. That’s okay, I’ve been watching her too. She’s been in her place for four days now, and she’s become my new obsession. I watch her leave for work in the morning, then I watch as she arrives home. I leave my windows open, waiting to hear her go outside and then I take that as an opportunity to work out.

  She watches me when I punch my bag, she watches me when I jump rope, or when I flip the giant tire I have across my yard. She’s like me a little, in the sense that she watches.

  Sometimes I can hear her panting breaths through the little hole in the fence. I have to fight my erection every single fucking minute that I feel her eyes on me.

  Tonight, all that shit changes. It’s Sunday night. I don’t know what she does for a living yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s a weekday gig. Especially since I heard her open a bottle of wine a few minutes ago, and I haven’t seen her drink all week. Yesterday she was in and out all day, as well, coming home with bags from various stores.

  Throwing caution to the wind, I hop the fence that separates our houses, quickly. I hear her squeal as I land on the grass. Standing up tall, I lift my gaze to her own.

  She doesn’t scream or go running away from me. No, her big brown eyes widen, but other than that she doesn’t move.

  Stalking toward her, I stop when I’m directly in front of her. “I’m Heath,” I announce.

  “Kinsley,” she rasps, her voice husky.

  She slowly stands, setting her wine glass down on the cement before she straightens. I watch as her tits rise and fall with her panting breaths.

  I smirk, loving the way I affect her. I place my finger beneath her chin and tip her head back. “You’ve been watching me,” I tsk.

  Her brow arches and her lips twitch. “You’ve been putting on quite the show for me,” she whispers. Her words are brave, but I can see her lips trembling beneath my gaze. I lean down, close enough to kiss her, but I don’t. She hasn’t earned my lips on her body yet. “What now?” she asks.

  Giving her a wicked grin, I let my hand fall from her and take a step back. “I think I’d like to watch a bit more, Kinsley.”

  “Are you suggesting…” She breathes leaving the question hanging in the air.

  I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head to the side. “I like to watch, and you like to watch…”

  She bites down on her bottom lip, and her eyes shift to the side. That bravery she had just seconds ago has completely vanished. Then her brown eyes meet mine and there’s a determination that lights up her face and my cock, it hardens even more.

  “I’m not that kind of girl,” she smirks, crossing her arms under her tits. I groan as they are pushed up and the view is nothing short of spectacular.

  I shove my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and shove them down to my ankles. I hear her gasp, but when I look up her eyes are focused on my hard cock. It fucking aches, wishing it could be anywhere near her body. I wrap my hand around the head and squeeze, before I stroke.

  “I think you could be, if you wanted to be,” I chuckle.

  CHAPTER THREE

  KINSLEY

  I watch as his massive hand wraps around his equally big dick and he strokes himself. I shouldn’t be trembling as I watch, my belly shouldn’t be heating, and I shouldn’t feel the need to lick my lips at the sight. But I do. My neighbor, who I now know as Heath, is fucking delicious.

  He’s right, I have been watching him. Every day after work I watch him workout. He’s lean muscle packed on lean muscle, and I want to lick every inch of his bronze skin. He groans as he continues to pleasure himself, out in the open, in my backyard.

  My eyes lift to his and he’s staring directly at me. “Come on over here, Kinsley, or do you want me to come to you?” he asks with a grin.

  I shake my head. My feet are planted, but I want him to come to me. I imagine him stripping me down and licking every inch of my body, then I imagine how full that big cock would feel inside of me. I shiver at the thoughts that are racing through my head. They’re downright filthy and this man is a stranger.

  His strong forearm veins bulge as he continues stroking himself in front of me. Unable to resist, I lick my dry lips, again. His chest is smooth but he has a smattering of hair from his belly to his cock. He’s more beautiful than any guy I’ve ever seen up close. He looks airbrushed and photoshopped.

  “At least let me come on you, Sugar.”

  “Where?” I whimper, pressing my thighs together.

  Heath smiles and he looks like the Cheshire Cat. “Those big beautiful tits, Kinsley,” he purrs.

  My feet move before my brain. I walk over to him, sinking down to my knees and like a complete slut, I whip off my top and bra, baring my chest for him. It’s like my brain has completely shut off, and I’m moving on instincts—on his instructions alone.

  “Christ, fuck. They’re better than I imagined,” he growls.

  His hand moves a little faster and then he lets out a moan as hot spurts of his cum cover my breasts. I jump slightly, in surprise, as each one lands on me.

  Heath sinks to his knees in front of me and his hand presses against my chest. I can’t look anywhere but his golden flaked eyes, as he rubs his cum all over my skin.

  “Fuck, Sugar,” he curses. “These are phenomenal.”

  I blink, looking down at my chest, then back up at him. “They are?”

  It’s his turn to look dumbfounded. “Yeah, Sugar. They’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t wait to get my hands and mouth all over them. Knew you were sexy in your clothes, didn’t realize you were fuckin phenomenal out of them.”

  I’m not sure if I should feel offended by his words, or not. I don’t. In fact, I blush. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admit as my face heats.

  Heath leans forward, his lips brushing mine, then he moves and his mouth is against my ear. “You’re about to do a fuck of a lot more, Sugar. Have you eaten yet?”

  “As in dinner?” I ask.

  “Come over. I’ll feed you, then we’ll do more,” he winks.

  I watch as he stands, his full lips quirked up into a smile. “Umm, okay,” I nod.

  “Don’t clean your tits off,” he growls. My head jerks back but he continues without missing a beat as he pulls his sweats up his hips. “I’m going to dirty you up again, Kinsley. Then I’m going to clean you, and we’ll start all over.”

  Without giving me a chance to respond he turns and walks away, leaving me bare chested, on my knees, and in the middle of my backyard.

  “What the fuck?” I whisper. “What in the actual fuck did I just do?”

  HEATH

  I pull out the meal that I bought for the night. It’s one of those boxed gourmet things, where they give you all the ingredients and you make it yourself.

  I can only eat so much fucking pizza, and I’m personally a shitty cook, on my own, but they give you all the shit and you just throw it together. It works for me and I actually kind of enjoy it.

  After a quick shower, I get dinner started. I wait for Kinsley to show. She’s going to be hesitant at first, and it may take her a few minutes, but I know she’ll show. She’ll be too curious and turned on not to.

  The chicken is almost ready when I hear my doorbel
l ring. Hurrying into the living room, I wrap my hand around the knob and yank the door open.

  Kinsley is standing in front of me, shifting from foot-to-foot, looking completely nervously sick. “Come inside,” I grin.

  She passes by me, and I bite my bottom lip at the sight of her ass as she walks into the living room. “That smells really good,” she whispers.

  “Sit down, its ready,” I shrug, waving toward the table.

  I actually set it with silverware and shit. I’m a fucking recluse, but I do know how to play host if need be. Especially, if I’m playing host to a sexy woman like Kinsley. I carry the food to the table and set it down in the middle.

  “Get you some wine? I have white,” I offer.

  She looks from the fancy as fuck looking chicken, to me, then back again. “Okay, yeah, sure,” she says sounding distracted. I fill my one and only wine glass to the top, then grab a beer for myself. “This looks amazing.”

  “Don’t get excited. It was one of those meal prep boxes. I just threw all the shit together. I can’t really cook,” I chuckle.

  We spend the next few minutes in silence as we start eating. My cock is hard again, anticipating being near her. It wants inside, and so do I. Kinsley clears her throat and starts asking me questions, small talk bullshit, but I indulge her—at least until our dinner is gone. Once our food is consumed she better watch out, the only thing on the dessert menu to eat around here, is her.