The Promise (Neighbor from Hell #10)(15)

“Is that butterscotch and cinnamon?” he asked, wondering if his nose was playing tricks on him.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he rolled over just as she took a bite out of a large cookie.

Deciding that she owed him for the hell that she’d put him through, he reached over and plucked the cookie out of her hand. Without a word, she grabbed the bowl that he hadn’t noticed before off his nightstand and placed it between them. He took a bite out of the cookie that he’d stolen and groaned. It was so fucking good, he thought as he grabbed the bowl, turned over onto his side and hugged it protectively against his body.

There was a sigh and then, “You really need to learn how to share,” but she didn’t try to take any more.

She also didn’t move again until long after he’d finished devouring every last delicious morsel, closed his eyes and gave into exhaustion. Sometime later he woke up to find her curled up against him, her leg thrown over his, her large breasts pushed up against his side, and her hand resting a few inches above one of the most painful erections of his life.

Christ, she was killing him here, he thought as he was forced to reach down and shift his erection out of the way. Once that was done, he focused on rolling the woman curled up against him back onto her side where she belonged. As soon as he was back on his side, he closed his eyes and—

Blinked them back open and told himself that he was just imagining things when he felt those large breasts press back up against his side and that small curvy leg thrown over his. Not really sure how to proceed at this point, he whispered, “Joey?”

Nothing.

“Joey?” he said a little louder.

Nothing.

Sighing, he moved to place her back onto her side only to stop when she released what sounded like a growl. Lips twitching, he went to move her again only to give up with a sigh when she released another growl, snuggled up against his side, and grumbled something in her sleep that had him accepting the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere.

When she shifted again, causing her knee to gently brush the underside of his cock and sent a wave of pleasure to the tip, he had to remind himself that this was Jackson’s little sister and there were just some lines that you didn’t cross.





Chapter 9

She would not moan, she told herself as she grabbed hold of the pillow, because moaning was wrong, so very wrong. As she laid there, pretending to be asleep, she was forced to amend her earlier decision of not moaning to not moaning again since she was almost positive that she’d moaned when she’d woken up to find herself sprawled out on top of the man that she didn’t think was breathing.

Growing somewhat concerned, she opened her eyes and moved to sit up when a pair of large hands grabbed her hips to stop her, but not before she managed to rub against the very large appendage that she’d been trying not to think about since she’d realized that it was pressed between her legs.

“Don’t move,” Reed said, sounding strained as his hold tightened on her and she decided that another apology was probably in order here.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?” he asked while she tried to think of the best way to extricate herself from this situation without making this awkward.

Okay, even more awkward than it already was, she amended when she realized that either her shirt had ridden up or…

Julie really was a very lucky woman, she thought with a wince at the reminder that the man that she was currently sprawled on top of had a girlfriend. Well, that and he hated her. That was enough to get her to move, but unfortunately, the man still holding onto her wasn’t quite ready to let her go yet.

“I move around when I sleep,” she said, only to squeeze her eyes shut and mouth, “Oh, my god!” into the pillow when the appendage in question jerked against her stomach.

“Funny enough, I figured that out for myself,” he said dryly.

“I need to get up,” she told him.

“I know.”

“I don’t think I can get up without…umm, you know…” she said with a wince.

“Trust me, I know,” he said, moving to shift her off him only to decide against it. “I’m going to roll you.”

“I was afraid of that,” she managed to get out while she did her best not to think about what was about to happen.

Without warning, he had her on her back and was off the bed in seconds and heading for the bathroom while she laid there, deciding that it would probably be for the best if she slept on the couch tonight. Decision made, she crawled off the bed, grabbed a book off the nightstand and went downstairs where she fully planned on pretending that this never happened.

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“Shit!” Reed bit out as he stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

As he shoved his boxers down, he tried not to think about how good she’d felt in his arms or how much he’d loved it when she’d moaned in his ear. But it was a losing battle and by the time he stepped into the shower he had his hand wrapped around his cock. He was calling himself a fucking idiot for thinking about his best friend’s little sister even as his hand slid down his cock while he thought about just how good it felt to hold her, the way she’d moved against him in her sleep, and imagined how good it would have felt to pull her shorts down and run his fingers between her slit as he played with her clit, making her wet so that he could slide a finger deep inside her and fuck her with his hand while she moaned his name.