In Heat: Filthy Dirty Summer

  In Heat

  Filthy Dirty Summer Series

  C.M. Steele

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  “If you stroke her just right, she’ll purr.”

  Gabriel: She’s a temptation I shouldn’t want, yet the bad girl has a habit of tormenting me daily. Sure, I don’t need to linger, but I do. I’m supposed to be pet sitting for my mother, but all I want is the gorgeous Cat next door.

  Catherine: He’s here to watch his mother’s cat, but I want him to pet me. Still, he refuses, and it’s almost time for him to say goodbye, so I send him off with a parting gift…except the only thing parting is my thighs.

  Chapter One

  Gabriel

  “Sweetie, thanks for watching the kitty,” my mother says, tapping my cheek as I step into her house. I’ve just gotten out of the office after a long day, and I’d like to go home and relax, but my mother is going on a two-month-long European tour with her new husband. They’ve been married for nearly six months, falling in love instantly. It took my mother longer than him, but after almost a year of dating, she agreed to try again. Love hadn’t been something she had luck with, even if she still believed in happily ever after.

  “No problem, Mom. It’s only every couple of days for the next couple of months.” I own a hedge fund management company and handle clients with no less than a million dollars invested at any given time. Most days, I work at the office like a madman, but my company is about equal distance from her home and mine. Usually I’m a workaholic with nothing else to do, so coming here won’t be an issue.

  Besides, I’ll be stopping by every couple of days to check on the cat, not living here like she hopes I will. Somehow, I sense an ulterior motive with this woman. Her nervous and suspicious energy is just rolling off her.

  “Still, you’re a very busy and successful man who should be out dating, and I’m taking up your free time.” I knew that was coming. My stepfather gave me an apologetic look as if he already knew she planned to address my single status. It’s nothing new. It’s the reason she got on the dating app in the first place. She claimed to be testing the waters for me, letting me know if it could be trusted. I’m not sure I believe her.

  Still, she found Mack Becker, who worships the ground she walks on, even willing to move into her smaller house instead of living in his much nicer condo because it’s what she wants. I don’t know if I could do that for a woman. I’ve yet to find a woman who makes me forget my selfish ways.

  “Mother, please. You know I’m not interested in dating.” I’m too busy and too annoyed with the dating scene. I can’t get into the idea of swiping an app to read lies women make about themselves to land a guy. I’ve passed the age to meet a girl naturally in college like I should have, but my ambitions were greater than my libido.

  “Yes, that’s a bit concerning. You should have five girlfriends at your age, swiping left and right all day long.” I choke, looking at my mother in complete shock. This woman has no filter.

  My stepfather slaps my back to make sure I’m breathing fine. “Mom, you really need to stay off the internet,” I mutter, shaking my head.

  “I’ve been telling her that since we met.”

  “We met on the internet, you dork,” she says, glaring at her new husband with that cold look that she can’t fully muster for him. He’s been a great balm to heal the broken pieces of bad life.

  “That’s why I tell you to stay off it.”

  She ignores us, looking around me, cheerfully changing the subject. “Oh, look. Here comes the neighbor’s daughter and her friend.” I groan, hoping she isn’t trying to set me up with either of these women because I’m not interested. I can take her little fluffy furball back to my condo instead.

  I turn around, and my body and brain come to a full stop. The most beautiful and awfully young blonde woman is headed my way with her brunette friend, and I nearly choke on my own thoughts. I grunt, and my mother immediately scolds me. “Don’t be mean.” She has no idea mean isn’t the problem. My growing hard-on is the issue. Her long ponytail belongs in my fist while I bring her soft, plump lips to mine. I’m about to pounce on that tight little body, ready to see if those hips can handle my strong grip on her while I drill into her heat.

  “I’ll behave.”

  “Hello, Catherine, Charlotte. Let me introduce you to my son, Gabriel Bellamy.” She nervously ducks her head, hiding the blush on her cheeks. Her friend nudges her shoulder.

  “Hello, Mr. Bellamy.” The soft innocence rolls off her words, saying my name as if I’m so much older than she is, and now that I get a better look at her, I’m afraid that’s the case. She’s barely legal from the top she’s wearing. It reads Class of 2022. What the fuck?

  “It’s nice to meet you, girls.” My sweet blonde with eyes as bright as a clear summer sky smiles softly, doing her best to observe me without being obvious. Although she’s giving away her attraction easily. Her lips remain parted while she moves her gaze down my body, feeling as if my cock is proudly standing at attention, I interrupt her perusal. “Mother, aren’t you due to be at the airport soon?”

  “Oh yes. Sorry, girls. We have to get going. We’ll see you in a couple of months, but Gabriel will be around occasionally to look after my cat.”

  “Well then we’ll be seeing you, Mr. Bellamy.” She winks at me this time, dragging my temptation that I plan to avoid. I nod, ignoring the pain in my chest when she strolls away. Her tight ass moving away from me, swaying in a pair of tiny shorts that hide nothing of her young figure that’s ripe to be touched, fucked, worshipped.

  Growling to myself, I look at my mother and her husband because I can’t stare at her a minute longer or I’ll forget all my damn sanity. “Are we ready?” I snarl, letting my tightly wound body speak for me.

  My mom jabs her finger in my chest. “You know…don’t go making enemies with my neighbors, you hear? They are nice people even if the parents are a bit eccentric. And that nice girl just thinks you’re cute, then again, what red-blooded woman wouldn’t. I think you take after my father. Handsome as the devil.”

  “Yes, mom. I’m not going to be rude. Still good looks or not that brunette one was flirting with me and they’re kids.”

  “He’s got a point, sweetheart.” He looks down at his watch and then adds, “And he’s also right about the time. We have to get a move on.” He pats my mom’s backside, shooing her toward the car. Doing my best to ignore the sweet kiss they share after she scolds him for spanking her in front of me, I take the last suitcase and set it in the trunk. With all the strength in me, I refuse to look back because she’s just too young for me and I’m only here to watch Felix, my mom’s loveable gray cat, a couple days a week.

  The miles between Cat and I seem to dull the lust that she sent flaming through me until my mother opens her mouth. “So when am I going to be expecting some grandbabies?” My fingers flex violently around the steering wheel as I try to control the raging hormones flooding through me and straight to my baby maker.

  “Mom, are you serious? I don’t have a girlfriend or anyone I want to have a baby with.” The words leave my mind and then a pretty blonde slides into my thoughts with a swollen belly. I shake my head, pretending that I’m annoyed instead of aroused.

  “Leave him alone, dear. I’m sure he’ll find the right woman in time,” he remarks. “He might find her before he knows it.” He winks at me as if he’s reading my damn mind. Am I that obvious?

  We arrive at the airport about two hours before their flight, so they can check in. I unload their suitcases onto a cart before giving my mother a hug and then I give my stepfather a handshake. He pulls me in and whispers, “Be careful. Catherine has an older brother and she is just eighteen.”

  “Thanks.” I nod and wave them off before they head through the sliding doors. They have to catch a flight that wi
ll take them to the ocean liner. My ride back to the condo is a long one. By the time I get there, I’ve decided her kitty needs to be monitored and I’m not talking about my mother’s cat.

  I pack a bag and decide that spending the next few nights won’t be bad. I might want to meet Cat’s parents and see if she has boys coming in and out of that house that I need to send running. Teenage shithead boys must flock to her and that other one who looks like a total menace. She screams fucking trouble.

  When I arrive back at my mother’s house it’s nearly all dark next door except the bedroom directly across from my old one. It’s already late so I climb up to my room and open the door. It’s like I remember it, but my mother washed the sheets since the last time I stayed over. Goodness that’s been almost a year. The beauty definitely didn’t live here then unless someone hid that creature from me, then again, she’s just a baby. I have to remind myself that her luscious lips and taut figure aren’t for me. Even if I want to pull her body into my arms and bite down on her soft skin.

  Chapter Two

  Catherine

  It’s day two and I can barely breathe. Yesterday, Mr. Bellamy had his back to me, my heart shot ramrod into my chest and then he had to turn around and my knees nearly buckled. I’m grateful for Charlie’s insanely easygoing nature to hold me steady as Mrs. Becker introduced her son. He clearly didn’t care for us, or maybe he’d been too busy. I didn’t make a good impression, nervously blushing and hiding my face, but today’s different, or so I tell myself. My best friend, Charlotte decided to stay the night, so she’s enjoying the spectacle that’s my first real crush.

  “Girl, you’re mooning like a sick little puppy,” Charlie says, leaning on her elbow over the porch railing as we watch him from behind a shady tree. He can’t see us from this angle, but we have a magnificent view of him.

  “You saw how he was yesterday,” I remind her of his easy dismissal. “He wanted to get rid of us as fast as humanly possible.”

  “Yes, he was grumpy and in a hurry, but I also noticed that he didn’t take his eyes off you long enough for more than a second to acknowledge my presence. I would be totally offended, but seeing as you’re gorgeous and my best friend, I suppose I can forgive it.” She waves her hand as if all slights are forgotten and I have to laugh, but it’s a little loud and I draw his attention from the edge of the garage where he’s gathering some garden supplies.

  “Morning, young ladies,” he states, reminding me of our age gap. Actually, I’m not sure how much older he is than me. Once Mrs. Becker mentioned him to my mother and I, showing me a picture.

  I’d been too lost at how my heart thumped violently at his image to hear anything else she had to say. By the time I rejoined the conversation, my mother had already changed the subject to my schooling. Something I haven’t actually thought about in the past six months. Since I saw that picture of him, I felt like nothing mattered without him. It’s pathetic because we don’t know anything about each other and from what I’ve gathered the man doesn’t like me. Still, I haven’t been able to concentrate on any major or career path.

  He’s mowing the grass and even though it’s the first day of June the heat has kicked up insanely, so he’s only wearing his tee shirt. I watch him work, and my body lights up, burning around a thousand degrees even without the sun’s intense rays.

  “I have a plan.” My devilish bestie smiles at me while stealing glances at my temporary and absolutely sexy neighbor.

  I lower my chin and slightly shake my head. “Oh no, girl.”

  “Come on, you want his attention, and I know how to get it.” She stares at me, waiting for me to cave to her schemes.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  She rubs her hands together, smiling wickedly. “We’re sunbathing.” I want to tell her it’s a bad idea, but I can’t help myself. It’s not like we have to stay out long; maybe it’s not a big deal. My hot crush may not even notice out there. In fact, he might finish by the time we get set up.

  “Don’t you have a home?” my brother barks from his car, slamming his door shut as he marches his way toward us.

  “Don’t you?” Charlotte hisses, crossing her arms under her chest. I scowl, but then laugh at the two of them. They just can’t seem to quit fighting. They met on my first day of senior year and they have fought ever since.

  “My parents actually live here,” he says.

  Charlotte sticks her tongue out at him. “My bestie lives here.”

  “Will you two quit it? We have some relaxing to do. It’s my last summer before I go away to college.”

  “Fine, I actually have important things to do.” He walks past us and into the house.

  “So damn self-important. Anyway, we have some fun things to do.”

  We lay out the chairs in perfect view of my neighbor and turn on my Bluetooth speaker. Charlotte smiles when she hears the lawnmower stop. Looking at me, she mouths, “Told ya.”

  I shake my head and giggle, ignoring the growing excitement building inside me. It’s not long before the loud roar of the mower kicks on. He’s back to business and goes on doing that for a half-hour, and Charlie has had enough. With a flick of her hand, my bikini comes undone. My tits are out in the open for everyone to see, but in reality, the only one who can see is Gabe. The lawnmower cuts off, and thundering footsteps pound across the pavement and then onto our side of the yard. Then a shadow covers me before his shirt lands over my chest.

  “Have you lost your mind?” he hollers. I cover up, pressing his shirt to my breasts while never taking my eyes off his immaculate chest, rippling with muscles.

  “It was a wardrobe malfunction. Ever happen to have heard of them?” Charlie answers. I duck my head and blush, knowing it was anything but that.

  “Bullshit. I saw what you did.”

  “That’s because you couldn’t take your eyes off Cat.”

  “Hardly. I was watching my mom’s cat that just got out.” Just then, a meow comes from the little fluffy guy as he moves between our chairs.

  Could I be any more deflated? “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh. I don’t need to be looking at little girls. Now, please cover up and get inside or I’ll go and tell your parents.” I suppose I could be kicked down another notch. My parents are at work, but they plan to vacation soon since my dad’s retiring today, and I don’t want them to cancel their plans because of me.

  “Excuse me. Just because you have a problem with it doesn’t mean everyone else does. Don’t like it, don’t look. Don’t snitch on me,” I hiss, feeling hurt and angry. It’s not like I’m hideous or something. Every day of my life I’d been hit on by men and turned them down, so I can’t be awful looking.

  “Catherine, what the fuck is going on?” Shit.

  “Chill out; her top broke,” Charlie tells my brother who comes over nearly as furious as me. Great. That’s all I needed to add to the utter humiliation and degradation.

  “Both of you are ridiculous. Anyway, I’m going inside. I’ve got things to do besides hanging out with grumpy old men,” I huff, standing up from my chair with his shirt pressed to my chest. “Oh Mr. Bellamy. Here you go.” I throw his shirt at him, giving him one last glimpse before walking away and adjusting my top as I go into the house with a lot of attitude. His reaction wasn’t the one I wanted him to have. No, I wanted him to be mad, turned on, jealous. Not turn into another older brother disgusted in my behavior.

  Charlotte comes in a minute later. “Girl, that man has a crush on you.”

  “No he doesn’t.”

  “Do you believe that bullshit about that cat?” Yes, I do. I saw the way he looked pissed off and disgusted. “He was busy watching your cat without a doubt. We have time to convince him before Mrs. Becker returns, so you can work on him.”

  “If I have to work on a man, do I want to bother?” It’s a reasonable question that I already know the answer to because I have no interest in being cast aside.

  “It depends. Let’s just have fun. If you have feelings for Mr. Bellamy in a few weeks maybe you can try flirting with him again.”

  “Sound idea. Speaking of feelings, are the murderous ones for my brother under control?”