Hayley was like a story that she’d started, and life had made her put it away. The thing about unfinished stories, though, was they had unlimited possibilities for an ending, none of which she had control over. So when it came to real life, maybe unfinished was the best kind of story. She’d always flown through her days without a plan when it came to her writing, but this was something completely different. Letting Hayley completely in was a chance she wanted to take, and the sense of anticipation made her hop the fence to save time.

  “Thanks, guys,” she said to the empty room. When she’d left home all those months ago, she’d thought she’d never find her footing, but the change of scenery, finding the journals, and meeting all the characters who stopped by the house on a daily basis had been the reboot she’d needed.

  “See, you should listen to your mother, even in death.” Her mom and dad were still talking to her, which had made the trip back interesting. She’d never gotten this much advice when they were alive. “And if you think you’re going to live on coffee and cupcakes forever, that’s not happening.”

  “It’s been a long day, and I still have work to do, so don’t give me shit about the coffee. I also don’t know how to make cupcakes, so it’ll be coffee and cookies.”

  “What you need to do is forget about the coffee and everything else and go upstairs. You’ll like what you see.”

  “I agreed to come back, but I might have to work up to being social.”

  “Kid, don’t make your mother call you an idiot this early,” her father said.

  “Okay already.” She grabbed one of the books she’d bought at her favorite bookstore in the city before coming back. She’d have to find a new favorite if she was going to live here a majority of the time. The coffee came next, and she headed up to the chair she’d had shipped from her apartment.

  It was dark outside, so she turned on the lamp and sat. Maybe it wasn’t good for your health to get this hard this fast, but one glance out her window made her glad she was sitting down.

  “Fuck me,” she said as she placed her hands on the window frame and stared at Hayley, who was completely naked. “That’s one way of signaling you’re not mad that I’ve ignored you for weeks.”

  Hayley smiled, then spread her legs so she could touch herself in a way that made Wyatt glad she was alive and had the gift of sight. This was one seriously beautiful woman, and she wanted to open a bottle of champagne that they were neighbors again. She picked up her phone and punched her speed dial.

  “I was thinking it’s way past time to welcome you to the neighborhood,” Hayley said when she answered. Thank God for hands-free. “But first I want to apologize for being such an idiot.”

  “And you think getting naked is going to make me forgive you?” She smiled to take any sting out of the comment and hoped Hayley could see her face clearly. “It might take more than that.”

  “I know what you’re thinking right now.” Hayley crossed her legs after she removed her hand and held her fingers up.

  “What’s that?” She gripped the chair arm hard enough that the leather creaked.

  “Just how wet is she, and how forgiving can I be?” The need to get up and run next door was getting overwhelming, but she didn’t want to rush this.

  “I can be really forgiving, and you already know I’m friendly.” She stood, and Hayley stayed in her seat. “Would you mind if I come over?”

  “The door is unlocked, and you’re about a month late. Why you’re still standing there is a bigger mystery than the book you sent me.”

  Wyatt didn’t bother with shoes or anything else as she ran down the stairs and locked up so she could head next door. There’d been nothing but writing and taking care of her responsibilities for weeks so she wouldn’t have anything holding her back from her new life once she committed to this move.

  “Finally,” she said as she put her hand on the knob. It had to be a joke when her head snapped back from the blow to the side of her face. What the hell was with this place? She had a great sense of humor, but if this was someone’s idea of a prank, it wasn’t funny. The slap knocked her into the door more from surprise than pain, and she brought her arm up to block the next blow. Dealing with an angry George when she had plans for the rest of the night was not her idea of foreplay.

  “She’s not for you!” he said and swung again, missing this time.

  She was about to hit back when the door opened, and she fell backward into Hayley’s house. Thankfully, Hayley had put on a robe, which still showed plenty of cleavage when she leaned over her. “Are you all right?” She nodded at Hayley’s question. “Hold that thought then,” Hayley said as if reading her mind.

  “George, if you step foot in my yard again, you’re going to have to call your pals the Waltons to find out how best to navigate the legal system. Nod if you understand because if you open your mouth and say one word, I’m having you arrested.” Hayley sounded serious, and George opened his mouth but seemed to consider what she’d said and nodded. “Good, get lost.”

  “What’s with that guy?”

  “Welcome home, baby. Eventually the neighbors will fall in love with you, but we don’t have time to think about it right now.”

  She took a moment to appreciate Hayley’s attire when she dropped the robe. The thong and push-up bra should be memorialized in poetry and were doing wonders to make her forget the pain at the back of her head from when it hit the door. At the moment all Wyatt could concentrate on was the swell of Hayley’s breasts in the white lace bra, and she absolutely needed to touch all that skin. She thought she’d have preferred naked, but not so much.

  “Do I need to take you to the emergency room?” Hayley leaned over her and smiled. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” she said as she sat up and got on her feet. “I’m Wyatt.” The part of her brain responsible for witty repartee was lost somewhere in the lustful haze Hayley’s thong was creating. “I’m your new neighbor.”

  “Finally,” Hayley said, taking a step toward her.

  “Finally?” If she kept talking, then perhaps Hayley would come even closer.

  “I’ve wanted you from that first day I saw you standing naked in the yard, and here you are.”

  “I would’ve been here sooner, but it was hell getting away from my wife and eleven kids. You know how it is.” She arched her eyebrow, and Hayley’s laugh went straight to her clit.

  She’d always loved women—the sex, the building of desire, the first touch, the driving someone to crave her hands on them. Hayley was the first woman, though, who broke through all that control and had her on a hair trigger. She had to open and close her hands to keep from pouncing. Pouncing no good, the base Neanderthal part of her brain that went apeshit in situations like this screamed.

  “Right now, I don’t care if you really did have a dozen kids.” Hayley stepped close enough to start unbuttoning her shirt. “You didn’t come over here to leave me hanging again, did you?”

  “I did not, but tell me something first.” She smiled and wrapped her hand around Hayley’s wrists, keeping them in place.

  “What?” Hayley said pressing herself more firmly against her.

  “You aren’t hiding Wally and his Taser in the kitchen, are you?” Her question made Hayley laugh again and fall forward so she could bite her chest gently.

  The move made Wyatt chew through her let’s-be-polite-first leash, and she surprised Hayley when she picked her up and pressed her to the nearest wall. Hayley moaned and opened her mouth, inviting her in. The sound turned her on, and her memories of their ruined night seemed tame compared to how turned-on she was now.

  Her clothes were constricting, but she couldn’t tear herself away from Hayley’s lips, so she put her hands on Hayley’s ass to hold her up. The part of her that never really shut off made a mental note to include a long description of thongs in her next book. That kind of research would be fun. After all they were small, sexy, and gave you so much access to a woman’s ass, they deserved their own chapter. Now wasn’t the time to stop and take notes.

  She squeezed, and Hayley moaned and bucked her hips as if trying to find relief. There was no need to touch her to know just how wet she was, so she broke the kiss and leaned back. She had to get another look at the bra Hayley was wearing. “Good God, you’re beautiful.”

  “I’ll take your word for it since your eyes aren’t on my face,” Hayley said and laughed again. “My eyes are up here.” Hayley put her fingers under her chin and lifted her head.

  She pressed Hayley harder to the wall and moved her hand under the pretty panties. They both exhaled loudly when she ran her finger along Hayley’s sex. “Trust me, you have my complete attention.”

  “Shit,” Hayley said.

  “You’re so wet,” she said and felt like an idiot for stating the obvious.

  “I read the stories you wrote for me, and I’ve been wet ever since,” Hayley said, her hands anchored in her hair. “I need you to fuck me. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

  The direct request made Wyatt look Hayley in the eye, and for a split second she expected something cruel to happen, like her alarm going off, waking her from the best dream she’d ever had. She held Hayley close and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she’d only seen through the window and laid her down on the bed. Hayley lifted her ass so she could strip off her panties, then spread her legs in apparent invitation.

  “Take your pants off, honey.”

  Wyatt stripped her jeans off like they were on fire.

  “Have you thought about me?” Hayley asked as she sat up and pulled Wyatt’s boxers down.

  “You can’t think otherwise,” she said as her Neanderthal brain was rattling its bars and screaming, No talk now. “What happened made it clear I had a few things to wrap up in New York so that I could come back here permanently. Back to you.”

  Hayley lay back willingly when Wyatt pressed their lips together, moaning again when she got on the bed. The next round would be slow, or however Hayley liked it, but she couldn’t wait anymore.

  She lifted up enough to move her hand down Hayley’s body and simply stared at how perfect Hayley was. She should’ve been able to come up with something better since she wrote for a living, but that’s all she had. Hayley was captivating and had been from the first glimpse of her.

  “You are going to leave me hanging, aren’t you?” Hayley asked when she didn’t move.

  “Maybe I’m thinking of something romantic or intelligent to say.” She bit her lip when her fingers glided through Hayley’s wetness.

  “Believe me, not the time for sappy, baby,” Hayley said as she put her feet flat on the mattress and lifted her hips to make better contact with her hand. She smiled when Hayley wrapped her fingers around her wrist and pressed her more firmly against her. “Right now, instead of wasting time on that, I need you to fill me up and make me come.”

  She wanted to put her mouth on her, wanted to know how Hayley tasted, and she would satisfy her curiosity as soon as she satisfied Hayley. There were so many things she wanted to share with Hayley, but right now she did as Hayley asked and slid her fingers in and put her thumb over her clit.

  “Baby, please,” Hayley said, but all Wyatt could do was moan at the exquisiteness of the moment.

  “Please what?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking at Hayley. The way Hayley intimately squeezed her fingers was sexy as fuck. “Tell me what you want.”

  Hayley smiled as if remembering the words she’d written. “Fuck me.” Hayley played her part well, and she spread her legs farther apart and pulled her head down so she could kiss her. “I need you to fuck me.” Hayley nipped her lip after she made her demand, and she could almost take her pulse by pressing her fingers to her own clit. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  It was all she needed to pull out and slam her fingers back in. She didn’t want to make Hayley beg, at least not this time, so she pumped her hand hard and fast while she stroked her thumb over Hayley’s clit.

  “Fuck,” Hayley screamed as she wrapped her legs around her and pulled her hair so she could bring her mouth down on hers. “Don’t stop. I need…God…I need…” She bucked up into her and pulled her hair harder. “That’s it, like that, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  She sucked on Hayley’s neck as she lost complete control under her until she let out a scream that made Wyatt smile. “Come on, give me what I want.” She wanted Hayley to come, wanted to hear her as she finished.

  Hayley stiffened and trapped Wyatt’s hand in place when she tightened her legs around her. “Yes…yes…yes,” was all she could manage as she came. “Oh my God.” Hayley’s body relaxed, but she didn’t let go of her. They were quiet for a few minutes as Hayley got her breathing back under control and she moved her hands from Wyatt’s hair to her cheeks. “I see writing isn’t your only talent. That was worth the wait, but let’s make a pact we won’t wait that long again. There’s no way I can take it.”

  Hayley’s sex gripped her fingers, making her smile. “Is that your idea of a handshake to seal that deal?”

  “It’s your fault for writing all that stuff and doing things like stripping in your room,” Hayley said, kissing her. “I wanted you to come over here and put your head between my legs instead of having to touch myself I was so turned-on, but you’re dense sometimes.”

  “You drove me insane, enough so I’m shocked I haven’t fallen off a ladder or broken my fingers with my hammer.” She pulled out and lifted up enough to paint the outside of Hayley’s bra with her wetness. “All I could think about was what you tasted like.” She lowered her head and sucked Hayley’s nipple, feeling her moan when she gently bit down. “What you felt like.” She moved down, kissing Hayley’s abdomen as she made her way to where she wanted to be.

  “Oh, honey, please,” Hayley said, and Wyatt looked up. “I want you, but let me touch you.”

  “I want you to, but I want this more right now.” She settled between Hayley’s legs and kissed the top of her sex. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Hayley smiled and brought her hands down her body until she reached her sex. “That’s not a serious question, is it? I don’t want to be selfish, but I need you to put your mouth right here.”

  She smiled up at Hayley, loving how she was holding herself open with her finger over her clit. Hayley dropped her head back when Wyatt lowered her head and flattened her tongue over where she wanted her most.

  “Baby, please,” Hayley said.

  She wanted to assure Hayley she’d take care of her, but she didn’t want to lift her head. The way Hayley pulled on the sides of her head was turning her on, but this was about Hayley. She sucked her in and went from sucking to flicking her tongue. That made Hayley flex her legs and buck her hips. They were going too fast again, but that didn’t matter—they had all night to try everything they’d both thought and fantasized about. The frenzy would eventually die down, but hopefully not too much.

  She placed her index and middle fingers at Hayley’s opening and waited. The situation was reaching frantic, and while she accepted the caveman part of herself, she wasn’t a beast—she wanted Hayley’s permission.

  “God, yes.” Hayley answered the unasked question, and she buried her fingers inside again.

  They didn’t stop until Hayley’s body froze as she screamed. She pulsed around her fingers and it made Wyatt suck harder.

  “Good Lord, honey,” Hayley said in a voice that was soft and sexy. She laughed when Hayley whacked her in the head with her foot, which she took as a sign to lift her mouth off her. “Get up here.” She did, glad when Hayley rolled into her and placed her leg and arm across her body to keep her in place.

  “Thank you.” She smiled again when Hayley moved to lie on top of her.

  “I should be thanking you. That was a long time in coming but well worth the wait,” Hayley said as she ran her finger around Wyatt’s mouth. The contact did nothing to ease the pounding between her legs.

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Oh, I more than liked it,” Hayley said, replacing her finger with her tongue. “Maybe you can put the jeans and tool belt on for my birthday.” She smiled when Hayley laughed.

  “Liked those, did you?” She laughed harder when Hayley slapped her hand when she tried to put it on her ass.

  “You’ve had your fun, lover, so keep those to yourself and relax.” Hayley sat up and straddled her.

  “Ah, relaxing is going to be hard,” she said as Hayley brought her hands up and cupped her breasts.

  “Can I help you relax?” Hayley asked as she lowered the straps of the pretty bra.

  “Don’t be cruel.”

  “You have the nerve to say that after writing erotica and not delivering it in person? The second story should’ve come with a personal reading while you were naked, so that’s my definition of cruel, baby.” Hayley leaned down slowly, stopping to make Wyatt lift her head to reach her mouth. “Do you have any idea how wet those made me?”

  “It made me wet, thinking of you reading them. I hope you didn’t get a lot of shit from your boss.”

  “I don’t want to talk about my boss or anyone else right now,” Hayley said, kissing her and not stopping her when she put her hands back on her ass. “What I want is you.”

  “I want you too.” She sounded like an idiot, but it was hard to think when Hayley sat back up and snapped her fingers to get her attention away from her chest.

  “You seem to have a fascination with women’s breasts.” Hayley’s hands went behind her back and it appeared she was undoing the bra, so she tried to keep eye contact as Hayley held up the garment before dropping it on the floor. “Is that a fair statement?”