Feeling pretty generous today :)

This is the first chapter of one of the newest Neighbor From Hell novels. I thought I'd share because I really am just that giving ;p

Enjoy!

 Chapter 1

            "How many men?" Kasey asked as she dumped a bag of ice in her old red cooler.

            "Three," was Sara's, her best friend since eighth grade, no nonsense response. 

            "Women?" Kasey asked, running a hand through her short spiky hair as she opened the refrigerator and considered her choices.

            "Three women."

            "Children?"

            "Six, all under the age of six, but they're inside with the women," Sara said, keeping a vigilant eye on the newly rented beach house next door. As the only permanent resident on this strip of beach, Kasey felt it was her duty to know what was going on next door, for safety reasons of course. Sara, the good friend that she was, felt it was her duty to help in this endeavor. They liked to refer to themselves as "The Neighborhood Watch." It was a tough job, but it needed to be done.

            Deciding that they would definitely need sustenance for this job, Kasey grabbed several of the large cold whoopie pies that she'd bought down at Karl's Grocery last night and tossed them in the cooler along with a six pack of Coke and a six pack of beer. She shared a look with Sara and knew they couldn't put their responsibility off any longer. With a nod she closed the cooler and carried it towards the backdoor where Sara waited, holding it open.

            Without a word they walked over to the old picnic table that sat at the edge of her property, which just happened to be right next to the neighboring cottage's driveway and afforded them a great view of the activities that they really need to keep an eye on.

            Folding her arms over her chest she approached one of the large shirtless men carrying a suitcase. She noted his good looks, perfectly tanned body and the tattoo of "Zoe" written across his left peck. Not too bad, she thought as she approached him.

            "We need to speak to your wives or girlfriends, or whatever they are," she informed him.

            For a moment he could only frown down at her until one of the other men joined him. "What's going on?" he asked and of course Kasey noted that this one was also devastatingly handsome, perfect body and had that bad boy look that she really liked.

            "They want to talk to our women," the first man said, still frowning.

            "For what?" the second one demanded.

            "Guys?" she said, drawing their attention. "If you could just go get your wives," she said, noting the wedding bands on both their hands. "We really don't have much time here," she said, gesturing for them to get on with it before crossing her arms back over her chest.

            With a shrug the men walked off following the third man, the much larger and hotter of the three men, she'd like to add, into the house. When two women stepped out of the house a moment later followed by the two men again she had to hide her surprise. She'd actually expected the men to have supermodel wives, but this was a nice surprise.

            The two women were a few inches shorter than her. The first one, the one smiling sweetly, wore glasses, and had long bronze hair pulled up into a messy bun and was adorable in a vixen kind of way. The other one was cute and had long brown hair pulled into a ponytail and was a little on the chubby side, but if the look the man with the "Zoe" tattoo was sending her ass as she walked towards Kasey was any indication then her husband had no complaints.

            "Hi, I'm Haley," the woman with glasses said as she held her hand out. Kasey shook her hand as the woman gestured to her friend. "This is Zoe and you've met our husbands, Jason and Trevor."

            "I'm Kasey. I live next door and this is my friend Sara and we're here to ogle your men while they work, but if that's a problem for you then we'll go back to ogling them from my window, but we'd rather not since the view's not as good," she said with a shrug.

            "It's true. The view isn't as good," Sara said on a sigh. The women's lips twitched as their husbands let out twin snorts of disgust as they continued to sort through the bags in the back of one of the minivans.

            "And do you do this often?" Haley asked, sounding amused.

            "No," Kasey said, sighing. "This is an honor we only bestow on our neighbors two, maybe three times a summer."

            "And how many times a summer does this cottage get rented out?" Zoe asked, looking equally amused.

            She shared a look with Sara before she answered, "Two or three times."

            Both women chuckled. "And what if the guys are old or overweight?" Zoe asked.

            "Then we of course are obligated to add catcalls to our ogling," Kasey explained.

            "It really goes a long way to helping with their self-esteem," Sara added solemnly.

            "It really does," Kasey agreed with a shrug. "We perform a public service of sorts."

            "They're not going to let you ogle us," Jason pointed out as he walked past them carrying what looked like a folded playpen.

            "They're very possessive," Trevor said, shooting another hungry look at his wife's ass.

            "No, we're not," Haley said, sounding bored.

            "You can stare all you want," Zoe added.

            "How could you betray us like that?" Jason demanded. "I thought you loved me?"

            Kasey grinned hugely as the woman shrugged indifferently, earning another gasp of outrage from her husband. They were a very entertaining family. She liked that. Too many times over the years she got stuck next to some real jerks. This was a nice little treat for her.

            "If you'd like to join us in our ogling we have Coke, beer and the best whoopie pies in the area," she said, gesturing to the picnic table.

            "Whoopie pies?" Jason and Trevor asked in unison, shooting a hungry look towards the cooler. She noticed that the third man just kept on working, not bothering to stop and say hello or wipe that scowl off his face.

            "I'm sorry, guys, but they're only for the spectators, but if you win our competition we'll give you one," she explained as she walked back to the picnic table and sat down on the edge of the table. Sara sat down on her right and she was pleasantly surprised when the two other women joined them.

            Sara handed out drinks while Kasey explained, "What's the point of ogling if you don't pick a winner?" she asked in a tone that said they really should know that.

            "You're going to judge us?" Trevor demanded, folding his arms over his chest as he glared at them.

            "Of course," Sara said with a shrug as she handed Kasey a Coke.

            "It is our civil duty to figure out which one of you is the hottest."

            "You're going to let them do this?" Jason demanded of his wife.

            Haley nodded as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I think it's a good idea.......unless you're afraid you'll lose," the woman said with a mischievous little grin.

            "Lose? To him? Puhlease, my little grasshopper. That would be a cold day in hell before I lose to-"

            "Damn straight you're going to lose, you bastard. There's no way-" Trevor began, but she felt it was time to cut them off and get them to focus on working so that they could properly stare at them.

            "Yummy is in the lead," she felt obligated to point out.

            Both men frowned down at her. "Who is Yummy?" Trevor demanded.

            She shifted to the side to point at the glowering man as he grabbed a large box and threw it over his shoulder. "Him. He's at least five points ahead of you now."

            "I'd say six points," Sara said, adding, "He's got a nice ass," when both men turned their glares on her.

            Both men opened their mouths, probably to argue, when their wives said, "He really does."

            "How could you?" Jason asked in a hoarse whisper.

            Haley shrugged. "He does and if you want to win I'd suggest you get moving so we can see the goods in action."

            "I'd give him two extra points for that Celtic tattoo on his shoulder. It's hot," Zoe said before taking a sip of her soda.

            Trevor gestured wildly to his tattoo. "How the hell can you think that's hotter than this? It's your name!"

            Zoe shrugged. "I'm just saying......"

            "Guys," Kasey said, drawing back their attention because really she did have other things to do today, "if you could get back to work I would really appreciate it."

            The men simply stood there glaring at her.

            Deciding that perhaps the guys needed a visual, she reached back into the cooler and grabbed one of the large, overfilled whoopie pies and held it up. The men's glares instantly disappeared and were replaced by desperate need. They licked their lips hungrily as they took a step towards her.

            "Uh ah, guys, you need to win these and remember the winner gets a bag of these," she said, giving them a shooing gesture to get back to work.

            Jason snorted at that, seeming to come to his senses. It probably didn't hurt that she dropped the whoopie pie back in the cooler and out of sight. "We're not whores that you can buy with a few delicious looking baked goods."

            Trevor shrugged. "I am," he said, leaning down to press a swift kiss to his wife's lips. "I better get an extra point for willing to whore myself out for this competition."

            "Two points," Sara said and when Haley and Zoe murmured their agreements Jason stormed off, muttering something about home wreckers and a bad little grasshopper.

            For the next ten minutes they watched the two men doing their damndest to win. When they awarded points for best set of abs Jason shoved Trevor into a bush. When they awarded points for Best Hair Trevor put Jason into a headlock and brought the man down where an amusing fight took place and they ended up awarding points to Trevor for Best Fighter. That of course caused Jason tackle Trevor to the ground and they decided to call it a tie on Best Fighter.

            Whenever they awarded points for Yummy, and Kasey couldn't help but wonder if the third woman watching the kids in the house belonged to him, Jason and Trevor glared at him, but he didn't acknowledge them in any way except of course that little tick that went double time in his jaw when he won. He really was a yummy specimen and she wouldn't mind a summer fling with him, but he was also grumpy and grumpy equaled too much work for a fling so she focused all of her attention back on the two men glaring at her as they carried more bags into the house.

            "These really are good," Zoe said, practically groaning in ecstasy as she took another bite of her whoopie pie.

            "They really are," Haley agreed as she went to take a bite, but suddenly found her baked good ripped out of her hands. All four of them looked up to find Jason holding up the whoopie pie.

            He scowled down at his wife as he took a huge bite out of it. After sending her one last glare he stormed off. Trevor wasn't too far behind, but not before he stole Zoe's treat and Kasey's cooler.

            "I guess they realized that Yummy was winning," Kasey said, laughing with the other women as she stood up.

            "I have to get back to the office," Sara muttered unhappily as she fixed her platinum blonde hair and smoothed down her blouse and skirt. She looked at Haley and Zoe as she said, "Thank you for the best lunch break ever."

            "You're welcome," Haley said, grinning hugely as she looped her arm through Zoe's and the two women followed after their husbands.

            Kasey waved goodbye to her friend as she grabbed all the empty cans and wrappers. Just as she finished picking up the last empty soda can she looked up and found a pair of deep green eyes watching her from the driveway. She sent him a wink as she walked away. "See ya later, Yummy."

            "The name's Reese," he said in erotically deep voice that sent goose bumps over her skin.

            She looked over her shoulder and ran her eyes over his damp bare chest, rope after rope of golden muscles and shook her head. "No, you're definitely Yummy." With that she walked back to her house and prepared herself for a long night of work ahead of her.

Neighbor From Hell, All Rights Reserved by R.L. Mathewson 2012