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Authors: Lacey Silks

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My Neighbor's Will

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My Neighbor’s Will

 

by Lacey Silks

 

 

Smashwords Edition

 

Copyright 2012 © Lacey
Silks

 

 

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ISBN:
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When Eric,
April’s summer-camp sweetheart, shows up on her doorstep she’s
speechless. The geeky kid who looked like a jock moved in next
door. The urges April kept locked burst make her skin tingle as she
contemplates how to make her move. She’s only wanted a good
neighbor to shovel the driveway and cut the grass and instead she
got a hottie with whom she has more in common than expected. As a
good neighbor, April welcomes him with baked muffins, but Eric is
only interested in a different kind of muffin, and she’s lost to
his sultry body, at his will.

My Neighbor’s
Will is an erotic romance short story, approximately 5600 words
(250 words/page). Contains adult content and graphic sex scenes
(M/F).

 

CONTENTS

Beginning

Middle

End

About the Author

More work by Lacey
Silks

Connect with Lacey
online

 

To our sexy
neighbors

 

***

“You were such a tomboy, Sarah!” I
laughed, turning the album pages.

“Look who’s
talking. Ouch! I’m hurting.” She held her tummy for a third round
of uncontrollable giggles, and I flipped another page.

“Do you
remember him?” I asked, pointing to the boy in the picture and
curling my legs underneath me on my porch swing.

“Eric. He was
all into worms and bugs.” She stuck out her tongue.

“He was nice,”
I said, recalling spending some time with the blue-eyed scout.

“I think he had
a crush on you.”

“He did not, we
were twelve!” But my heart pounded in agreement, because secretly,
I was the one who’d had a crush on him.

Back in the
summer after eighth grade, a day even warmer than today, I had
opened a note he’d snuck to me at lunchtime, asking me to meet him
behind the cabin. Hand in hand, we’d dashed into the woods where we
shared our first kiss. The nerves inside me remained as fresh as if
it were yesterday. I’d thought about that night often, especially
when I saw him in high school. But our paths had rarely crossed
after that. Eric had buried his head in books at the library, and
I’d been was too shy to approach him.

“April, are you
there?” Sarah’s hand waved in front of my eyes, bringing me back to
reality.

“Yeah, I’m
here. I wish you weren’t moving,” I said.

“Me too, but my
lease is up and work is willing to help relocate me. The timing
couldn’t be more perfect.”

“I’m going to
miss you.” I leaned in for a hug.

“You won’t be
lonely for too long. The new neighbor should be here by tomorrow
night.”

“Still, it
won’t be the same without you.”

Sarah picked up
her keys from the table and promised to visit soon. I watched her
car disappear behind the corner, and hurried inside. The smell of
oatmeal chocolate chip muffins filled the house. The baked goodies
had been my welcoming gift when Sarah moved in three years ago; now
I was making them for my new neighbor.

An hour later
the round-caps filled a basket, and I waited in the living room,
peeking through the window at each passing car. The house next door
seemed more abandoned each minute. Night neared. The black driveway
at the front reflected moonlight in a puddle. I stuffed a muffin in
my mouth, upset I wouldn’t get a chance to meet my neighbor today,
and probably not tomorrow, given that I had a day-long photo
shoot.

No car appeared
in the neighboring driveway for three days, and I finally gave up
seeking him out. On Saturday, I lounged in the sun in my back yard,
sporting a new bikini. The mid-day sun began scorching my exposed
skin in minutes. Careful not to tan over the line where my modeling
swimsuits would end, I flipped onto my back. The Cavaliers on my
left side were on vacation and my new neighbor hadn’t arrived yet,
so I lowered the straps from around my neck and off my front.

I applied the
sunscreen with care and lay back. The light breeze cooled my heated
skin, at times teasing my nipples with pleasurable puffs. The
chirping of a sparrow sounded from the feeder and I opened my eyes
to have a look. My gaze flew to the movement of blinds in Sarah’s
old house. Startled, I cupped my breasts and I hurried inside. Was
he there? When had he arrived? And most importantly, was he a
peeping Tom?

Inside, I
rushed to get dressed and bumped my hip on the corner of a
dresser.

“Ouch!
Shit!”

I buttoned up
the white shirt over my naked front and then examined the side of
my hip, just beyond the fabric of my bikini. The spot began
swelling and turning red. A bruise would not go over well at the
photo shoot on Monday. The new photographer would freak.

The doorbell
rang.

Annoyed, I
wobbled to the front door, half dressed. I expected a salesman and
frowned. Rage began to boil inside me. The new neighbor was a
frickin’ peeping Tom, and here I was, trying to be a Welcome Wagon
with baked muffins! The only muffin he was interested in was not
one I’d baked.

Pulling on the
front door, I got my frown and my “no” ready for whatever someone
was trying to sell me. The tension on my forehead eased when I saw
him. Just over a head taller than I was, bronzed to perfection, he
stood in the doorway, sporting only Hawaiian shorts. The white
mid-day light framed his silhouette; sun shining from behind him
cast an aura around the god-like body. I lowered my gaze to where
the top of his shorts hung below his hip bones and revealed a
perfect triangular pelvis. His abs looked like they had been
painted on, and I had an urge to run my hand along their center
line.

My mouth
watered and felt dry at the same time. I shaded my eyes with my
hand from the glowing sun, wishing I could see his face
clearly.

“Can I help
you?” I mustered. His body pulled me in like a magnet, and the heat
I’d felt from the scorching sun now seemed to radiate from him.

“I’m sorry. If
I’d known you were tanning, I wouldn’t have looked.”

Was this my
neighbor?

“You’re the
peeping Tom?” I fumed, hearing the anger vibrate my voice. Why
would someone so hot need to ogle me? With that body, he could have
anyone he wanted.

“Please, I’m
truly sorry. I just wanted to open the window...April? Is that
you?” he asked.

I stepped back,
using the doorframe’s shadow to help me see. The cool blue eyes
didn’t match his dark complexion. Their unmistakable bright shade
sent me back in time. No one could forget the geek in high school
who should have been a jock or the little boy who’d kissed me under
the shining moon.

“Eric?”

“If I’d known,
I would have never...” His gaze fell to my naked legs, and I
realized I must look like a temptress, opening the door for him
barely dressed.

“I have a
bikini on,” I felt the sudden need to explain, and then remembered
how my nipples pushed the soft cotton of this shirt outward. I
crossed my arms at my font.

“I didn’t want
my new neighbor to think I’m some sort of a pervert.” His
apologetic eyes glistened with honesty as he pulled out his hand.
“Nice to see you again.”

I met him with
a handshake, startled at the coincidence. The warmth of his skin
soothed my anxiety. The touch said more than his words; an
invitation to a truce and a new beginning.

“I didn’t know
you moved in already,” I answered, half dazed.

“Night-time.
Some of my shipments got delayed at customs.”

“I baked you
muffins,” I blurted.

“That’s nice.”
He looked confused, waiting.

“Oh, and ate
them,” I remembered. “Not all of them, I took the rest to work. You
weren’t here, so I couldn’t let them go to waste.” Gosh, I must
have sounded stupid.
I baked you muffins?
Who says that
after devouring a welcoming gift?

“Okay. Again,
I’m sorry for the incident. Perhaps I can bake your muffin... I
mean, bake a muffin for you to make it up to you?” Eric’s cheeks
flushed vulnerably. A hint of pinkish shade on the bronzed skin
made him even cuter, and the embarrassment of the boy I remembered
shone on his face.

My insides
giggled with pleasure, knowing I had the same effect on Eric as he
did on me. Was he interested in my muffin? Did I want him to be? My
new neighbor was much hotter than the models I worked with, and I
already knew him, sort of. What exactly had he said he did? He
hadn’t said.

“You know how
to bake?” I asked, intrigued.

“For you, I’ll
try.” He winked, leaning against the doorframe. A braver spark
flashed in his eyes, one I hadn’t expected from the shy boy I
remembered. The few years I hadn’t seen him did Eric justice.

“If you’ll
excuse me, I need to get back to work. I’ll see you around?” he
asked.

“Yeah, see you
around.” I followed his naked back with my gaze as he left toward
his house. The wide shoulders made me want to rub sunscreen on his
back. In fact, I wouldn’t mind spreading any kind of cream over
that body. He turned around once and waved. I mimicked the gesture,
then closed the door.

With my back
pressed against the glass insert, I noticed my racing pulse and
took a few extra inhalations to slow my breathing. Memories of a
similar rush I’d experienced in the woods after our first kiss had
my head spinning. Holy crap, he was hot!

I ran into my
bedroom and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. The hallway felt miles
long as I paced between the kitchen and the front door, trying to
find an excuse to see Eric again. I hadn’t looked at a man with
such possessive thoughts in a long time. The low shorts he wore
flashed through my mind, and I wondered how quickly I could take
them off.

Fifteen minutes
later, I was brave enough to step outside, but he wasn’t there. All
the blinds in his house had been shut. As much as I needed to tend
to my chores, a primal need to see Eric again urged me to stay
outside. I opened the garage and turned on the hose. The water
sprayed on the black paint of my Jeep, washing the dirt off my car.
I soaped a sponge and scrubbed away leftover scum until my Jeep
looked as if it were immersed in clouds of cotton balls. The suds
flowed to the asphalt in white streams as I rinsed. In less than an
hour, the Jeep was spotless.

“Hi!”

Gripping the
hose in my hands, I jumped up and turned, soaking Eric – and the
plate full of muffins he held in his hands.

“I’m so sorry!”
I rushed into the garage to turn off the water.

He stood in the
middle of the driveway, still in his Hawaiian shorts, water
dripping down his face and body. Soggy muffins covered my driveway
as Eric held the empty plate.

“I’m so sorry,”
I repeated.

“I baked you
muffins, but sorry isn’t going to save you and that beautiful face
of yours.” He warned, tossing the plastic plate aside.

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