Page 14 of The P*ssy Next Door

“That's... interesting.” She turned back to the shelf, hands on her hips. “So how are we extracting the furry fugitive?”

The gray and white furball was perched atop one of the entertainment center shelves, grooming himself with a smug look.I tried reaching up and snagging the cat from the shelf, but he crammed himself so far back that I'd have to take the whole unit apart to get to him.

After staring at the layout a long moment, Willa grabbed one of the gaming remotes and unplugged it. “Oh, Seven. I've got a snakey snake for you to chase.”

She got down on her hands and knees and started moving the cord back and forth, swishing it across the floor.

I forgot how to talk as she crawled across the floor away from me with her thick thighs and ass wiggling in time to the way she moved the cord.

“Quit ogling my butt and make yourself useful.” She looked up at me from the floor with a grin that was insanely suggestive. “Any second now, Seven is going to try to jump down here and capture the cord snake. You gotta grab him and hold him tight.”

I wanted to hold something tight alright, and it wasn't her cat.

The cat stuck his head out and did his own butt wiggle. He jumped just like she said he would, and with a deft snatch, I plucked Seven out of the air. The moment I had him tucked under my arm like a football, once again, he started purring.I had a feeling this was going to become a routine for us, and I wouldn't mind one bit.

Willa got up, unfortunately for me and my fantasy, and put her hands on her hips. “Seven, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were doing this on purpose.”

She took her cat from me and went straight for the front door. I wanted so badly for her to stay, but this date was over, and we both knew it. “I'll walk you home.”

I thought she was going to refuse, but then she nodded and gave me a soft smile that gave me fucking hope. It was only fifty yards around the corner from my house to hers, and she said a quick goodnight and disappeared.

God dammit. I was not used to blowing it, and that's exactly what I'd just done. Instead of heading back to my house, I jogged over to Everett's, hoping he was alone. Even though he rarely was on a game day. But there weren’t any other cars in the driveway, which I took as a good sign.

I found him in the backyard, sipping a Fat Tire and listening to some Kelsey Best. Again. Unusual, but I was simply happy he was here for the consult I needed.

“What's the best porn?” I was enrolling myself in the advanced level courses from here on out. I didn't ever want to feel unprepared when it came to Willa again.

“That's a bit personal, kid.” He took a sip of his beer and turned the music off. “Just go search the categories on CornHob if you're bored or looking for a new kink.”

“No, I mean the best porn to learn how to please a woman.”

JUST A FLING

WILLA

If I knew one thing, it was that Hayes Kingman was not a fling kind of a guy. He was even saving it for the right girl. Which shocked the shit out of me, and somehow at the same time made me like him even more. To be honest, I wasn't actually a fling kind of girl. But I'd almost become one by jumping into bed with him.

He probably thought I'd been turned off by his lack of experience, but it was just the opposite. Which scared the sweet bejeesus out of me. He was a commitment guy. I was not that girl.

I saved us both a whole hell of a lot of heartbreak and walked away.

But I couldn't stop smiling, even as Seven squirmed in my arms. The date with Hayes had been... unexpected. In all the best possible ways.And when he'd admitted to being a Trekkie? Be still my geeky heart.

Sure, he was a bit of straight arrow, just like Xander, which was a total turn off for me, but on him it was so endearing. He was trying so hard to impress me, and damn if it wasn't working. The way I knew the whole night was out of his comfort zone, but he'd tried hard to take it all in as if every scenario I put him in was all the most fascinating thing he'd ever experienced. It was nice to feel so, seen and, honestly, pursued.

It wasn't that I didn't want a committed relationship. But I was not staying in Thornminster the rest of my life. Blech, blurgh, hurl. Colorado was fine and all, but for the rest of my life? No thank you. There was so much more out there to see. And I needed a guy that wanted to see it with me.

Hayes hadn't even left the neighborhood we grew up in. Except, of course, for away games. His new house was literally down the street from his dad's. I couldn't even stay at my parents’ a second after I graduated. But then again, the Rosemounts weren't the Kingmans. Unwavering support of each other was not on our list of strengths.

I deposited a disgruntled Seven inside and flopped onto the couch in the now empty living room, grinning up at the ceiling like a loon. I hadn't felt this giddy about a guy in... ever. Too bad, because it wasn't like I'd get him to up and leave Denver and the Mustangs to go galivanting around the world with me.

The muffled sound of my uncles’ voices coming from the kitchen popped my happy bubble. Curious, I tiptoed closer to the door, Seven trailing behind me. Probably because he wanted treats.

“I won't leave Cool Beans unattended for that long, George.” Uncle Liam's voice was strained, and this was the last thing I expected after his new healthy prognosis. He should be happy-go-lucky right now. “It means too much to me.”

“Sweetheart, I know. But if we were ever going to celebrate our life and love, it's now, when I'm so fucking grateful I get more years with you.” Uncle George sounded uncharacteristically subdued. Normally he was the positive gregarious one, always ready to make the rest of us feel like a million bucks, even though he was the one with literally millions of bucks.

A swell of guilt tumbled over me. This was the trip Xander had told me about.