Page 44 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

“I did my homework already, Mommy,” she says.

“You did? When?”

“Before we played Clue.”

I frown, because even though Jessie doesn’t usually have a lot of homework, it usually takes a while. “Even your reading?” There’s typically a comprehension worksheet, with a brief story and some questions to answer, and Jessie hates them. Getting her through it is usually the worst part of the day.

Jessie nods. “Yep. Cam and Wyatt made it so much fun.”

My brows lift, and I’m both impressed and curious.

“We did some voices,” Cam explains.

“There was a story about rhyming words, so we played a rhyming game afterward, too,” Wyatt says.

Jessie starts chanting, “Dog, frog, house, mouse, no, go!” Then she laughs and repeats the sequence. The guys smile and shrug.

“Maybe I should have the guys come over every afternoon,” I say.

Jessie tosses her stuffed frog into the air. “Yay! They’re the best sitters ever!”

The guys insist on helping to clear away the tea party, then give Jessie back the pink accessories.

Before they leave, I reach for my purse. “Thank you so much for helping out. Let me give you some money for your time.”

Cam puts his hand on mine to stop me. “Stella, don’t be ridiculous. We’re not taking money for a favor.”

“Aside from getting our butts kicked at Clue, it was our pleasure,” Wyatt says. “Glad to help anytime.”

“Well, thanks again.”

Cam tilts his head toward the front door. “Walk us out?”

My stomach goes all fluttery again. With Jessie busy taking her stuffed animals back to her room, and Marissa not yet home, I follow the men to the front porch, pretty sure, from the look on Cam’s face, what he has in mind.

When I step outside with them, he says, “If you wanted to, you could thank us like you did when we helped with the skunk.”

I nod. “I could.”

Cam slides his hand along my jaw and angles my face as he leans in. The first time we kissed, it was full of wonder. Now, it’s familiar, but somehow, even more exciting. It’s full of depth, and sparks memories of what we’ve done together, along with promises of things we may do in the future.

His tongue gets involved this time, instantly flooding my panties with desire. I know what that tongue can do.

As soon as Cam pulls back, Wyatt turns me toward him, gripping my waist, his fingers sinking into me possessively, and it makes me so hot for him. The taste of him makes me ache. Before he pulls away, his teeth tug at my bottom lip, and I don’t know how I keep from pushing him down on the front lawn and having my way with him.

Both of the men are wearing satisfied smirks. It’s clear they’re aware of the effect they have on me. They’re still grinning as they walk away, while I’m left on the porch trying hard to compose myself so I can go back inside.

CHAPTER30

STELLA

There are no stalkerish fans lingering outside their house. That’s a relief. There are two cars parked in the driveway, and when I ring the doorbell, it’s Trish who answers.

“Stella, hi! And your sweet little pooch!” She throws the door open wide. “C’mon in.”

When she spots the shopping bag in my hand, she asks, “Did a delivery get dropped off at your house again?”

I shake my head. “No, the guys did a big favor for me yesterday, and I brought this over as a thank you.”

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