HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts) by Jane Kemp, Nancy Brockton, Julie Bosso, Debbie Brownstone, Cindy Jameson Read Free Book Online

low enough that Beatrice thought he might trip said, “Uh, I’m sorry.  Uh, we’re just trying to move stuff in.”  The men fell silent and quietly continued their work. 
    A man stepped from inside the house out onto the front porch.  He looked at her, nodded, and said, “I’m really sorry they disturbed you.  I’ll make sure they’re quieter.” 
    Beatrice looked at him.  He smiled at her.  His eyes were soft.  “Yeah, you better tell them to be quiet because I have too much work to do to hear all this racket!”
    He lifted his hands up.  “Look…I’m sorry.  I’ll make sure they’re as quiet as they can be, okay?”
    “You’d better!”  She turned away and stomped back to her house.
    She felt good.  She’d made her feelings absolutely clear and they would quiet down again.  She sat at the computer and got back to work.  Suddenly, she heard a loud buzzing noise.
    She opened her eyes.  Oh, Jesus!   She’d fallen asleep in front of the computer, and her alarm was buzzing.  She’d set it because she’d wanted to have twenty pages done by now.  It was 2:00 a.m.  She’d lost nearly five hours.  Stupid, stupid, stupid!   She got back to typing, found her rhythm again, and felt a little better.  If she just got an extra two pages done per hour, she’d be caught up by the morning.
    Suddenly, she heard a loud noise like a gunshot followed by a sputter.  She rushed to the window.  It was the moving truck next door.  The fat man sat in the driver’s seat trying to get the engine to turn over.  Another backfire sent jolts of electricity through her head and she rushed outside again, yelling.  The man from the porch met her halfway there.  “Hey, calm down.  They’re just trying to get the truck to start.  They’re all done.  They’re just trying to leave now.”
    Beatrice glared at him, eyes flashing.  “I don’t give a damn what they’re doing.  I don’t care if they have to sit all day at your place.  Jesus, I don’t care if they move in with you, just turn the damned noise off!”
    He stared at her.  “You know, you need to calm down.”
    “I have work to do, and I want it quiet.”  She pointed at him.  “I want it quiet now!”
    He looked her again.  He watched as his eyes scanned her, lingering on her breasts, moving down her legs to her toes and then back up to settle on her face.  “You really need to get fucked, don’t you, lady?”  He turned around and walked back into his house.
    Beatrice stood with her mouth agape.  She started to yell, but the truck backfired and drowned out her curse.  She looked at the old vehicle.  Thankfully, the engine roared to life, and she watched it drive away.  Finally, she could work.  She walked back to her house and slammed the door behind her.  Asshole!  
    She stomped to her computer and got back to work, but the jerk’s words wouldn’t leave her mind.  She typed for about forty-five minutes and then cursed, erased the five pages she’d written and started again.  The asshole was cute, too.  He had a good, muscular body and a square jaw.  His hair was nice and looked just a little mussed, like he was a little boy.  Bastard!   She typed away.  A half hour later, she found herself typing, “and Charlemagne really needed to get fucked” and she screamed.  She was so angry.  She got up, knocking her chair down and went next door to give the guy a piece of her mind.
    She stood on the porch and pounded on the door.  Finally, he opened it and stared at her in shock.  She started in on him, “Listen to me you asshole, I don’t need you to tell me…” She couldn’t believe it.  He ignored her and was shutting the door.  She pushed it open before it closed and stepped inside.  She kept yelling at him, and he did the only thing that could have made her angrier.  He laughed at her.  Her eyes flew open wide.  “How dare you laugh at m—”
    Her yell was cut off because he suddenly reached