Page 84 of Heat Advisory

Apparently, George had originally owned all the properties on the street, which included a total of five houses, using them as rental properties for years. It became too much work, so he’d sold them off one by one over the last two years.

They were all spread out enough to give them some sense of privacy, but close enough that you could greet your neighbors if you were in your front yard. I liked that for Hazel. She was an extrovert to the max and loved being around people.

“Do you know any of your other neighbors yet?” I asked her.

“No, but I bought a cookie cake so I can give some out to anyone who comes up to meet me,” Hazel replied, a smile on her face.

Most people brought food to the new neighbor, not the other way around, but that was Hazel.

We spent the next four hours unloading all her stuff into the small Victorian ranch. It was a three-bedroom, two-bath house—way too big for her, but she said she was looking into getting a roommate. She’d picked the place because there was a small trail around back that led straight to the beach about a quarter mile down the ridge. If there was anything Hazel loved more than her job, it was collecting seashells and stuff down by the beach.

We’d only met one other neighbor so far, a woman in her early sixties named Dottie, who seemed friendly and was very excited to have “another woman on the street for a change.”

We said farewell to my sisters as Jay and I hopped into his truck. We had decided to slip over to Wine Country for two nights for a mini getaway, and we needed it.

That evening, we drank wine on the hotel patio, walked some of the trails nearby, and took advantage of the hot tub to ease our sore muscles after lifting so many boxes and furniture for Hazel.

I had just climbed into bed for the night, wearing a cute little black nightie. The neckline dipped low and was covered in lace, with jersey material from the bustline down to mid-thigh, where it ended.

Jay had already been in bed, scrolling on his phone, but the moment I slid in next to him, he put his phone on the nightstand and pulled me close to him.

Jay was definitely a snuggler, and I loved it, but right now I didn’t want to snuggle. I wanted to play.

I rolled over on top of him and sat up, my hips on top of his, and I slowly began to grind my pelvis back and forth over him.

His mouth split wide into a Grinch-like smile full of greed and hunger, but not the food kind.

Warm hands moved, gliding from my knees up my thighs, slowly lifting my nightie up. Once his hands reached my hips, he noticed there was nothing underneath and a low growl emerged from his chest.

He had on a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.

“Sweetheart, you’re getting these all wet.” He pushed his hips up, rubbing against me in all the best ways.

“Then we should take them off,” I replied in the best sultry voice I could muster. “Let me help.”

I scooted back, gripping the waistband and sliding them down over his hips and thighs as he lifted up to help.

Now that all obstacles were gone, I crawled back over to him, my gaze focused on his. I took him in my hands and stroked slowly, feeling his shaft swell in my fingers.

I leaned down and slowly licked the tip, swirling my tongue around him as he let out a quiet, raspy curse beneath me.

I worked him with my mouth, watching his desire build even higher. I hummed with excitement as my own ache grew stronger.

“Get up here and give me that mouth.” His command was deep and guttural, nearly pained. “Ride me, baby, while I taste those sweet lips.”

I loved his dirty mouth and the way it made me feel.

I released his dick from my mouth slowly, licking the tip one last time before climbing over him and sitting upright.

I wasted no time coming up for a kiss.

He gripped the sides of my head, holding me in place while his mouth consumed mine.

I gasped, needing to come up for air. I stared down at him for a moment, reveling in the fact that this man was mine. I lined myself up and sank down onto him.

I rode him slowly, savoring the feel of him stretching me. I stared down at him, watching the sparkle in his eyes as he took in the sight of me on top of him.

His warm palms roamed over my hips, my waist, my ass, seeming to memorize every detail. He bucked up, thrusting into me when he felt I wasn’t going fast enough.