Double Dare (Neighbor from Hell #6)(33)

“I can’t wait to f*ck you,” he said softly, pressing a kiss against the side of her neck as she lay there, panting and trembling as she waited in agony for him to-

“Shit!” he muttered as he released her hip so that he could beat the shit out of her alarm clock as she laid there, struggling to catch her breath as the reality of what she’d almost done slowly sank in.

Oh, shit…

She’d almost inadvertently agreed to marry him, but that wasn’t the worst of it, not by a long shot…

She’d almost let the manipulative bastard win.

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“Now, where were we?” he asked with a heavy sigh as he tossed the remains of her alarm aside, making a mental note to stop by the store later and get her a new one, and placed his hand back on her hip, more than ready to continue.

He shifted his hips, pulled back to reposition himself and shifted forward to-

Release a vicious growl as Marybeth moved that beautiful ass of hers out of his reach. Before he could grab her and pull her back to finish what they’d started last night she was off the bed and halfway across the room in a matter of seconds. Jaw clenched, he climbed off the bed and moved to follow after her, his cock jerking angrily, voicing its displeasure at being denied the one thing in the world that made it happy as he stalked after her.

Okay, one of three things that made it happy, he rectified as he thought about her beautiful mouth and the way that she always liked to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock and-

His cocked jerked harder, slapping against his stomach, demanding that he move his ass faster. He prayed that she’d start off by using that talented hand of hers to guide his cock to her mouth so that she could soothe the ache in his cock before he bent her over the bathroom sink and f*cked her until his legs gave out and was forced to take her to the floor where he fully planned on f*cking her until she shouted with joy at the knowledge that very soon, she would be his.            

Licking his lips in anticipation, he went after her, ignoring the approving jerk of his cock and…stumbled to a stop when he registered the white door suddenly blocking his path. Shaking off his annoyance, he reached for the doorknob just as he heard the unmistakable sounds of a door locking.

What. The. Hell?

“Unlock the door, Marybeth,” he bit out as he uselessly twisted and turned the doorknob with trembling hands.

“What was that?” she asked loudly over the sounds of the shower.

“Unlock the f*cking door,” he snarled, sounding more like a rabid animal than a man trying to seduce a woman into marrying him, but at the moment he didn’t care. He wanted her, needed her and if she didn’t get her luscious ass out here so that he could bury himself to the balls inside her and hear her screaming his name as he slid inside her wet sheath he was going to lose his f*cking mind.

“Huh? Oh sorry, can’t do that,” she said, not sounding sorry at all, he noted with frustration as he continued standing there, staring at the door like an idiot.

“Marybeth,” he said tightly, his hands clenching into fists by his sides while he glared at her door as he struggled to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

She’d retreated.

He should have expected it and found a way to stop her, but instead he’d been too busy patting himself on the back for a job well done and focused on claiming his prize that he’d foolishly forgotten who he was dealing with. Now Marybeth was locked in the bathroom where she was no doubt plotting her next move.

Shit!

He’d been seconds away from getting what he wanted when her damn alarm clock had ruined everything, he thought bitterly, shooting a murderous glare over his shoulder at the ruined alarm clock. He’d been hoping to put an end to this quickly, but that was fine.

More than fine, he decided, shifting his glare to the closed door one last time before he forced himself to walk away.

Chapter 15

“Are you okay, Marybeth?” Uncle Jared asked, startling the living hell out of her.

Biting back a scream that would probably betray the fake smile that she’d slapped on her face, she looked over her shoulder to find Uncle Jared standing behind her, studying her with a frown.

“Marybeth?”

“Hmm, yes, I’m fine,” she said, somehow maintaining that forced smile while she discreetly glanced at the window to make sure that the persistent bastard was still out there.

When she spotted him, waiting in line for the coffee truck, she swallowed nervously as she shot a hopeful glance towards the front door…

Towards freedom.

“Are you sure that you don’t want help in here?” Uncle Jared asked, bringing her attention back to find him studying her with a curious frown.

Plastering that fake smile back on her face, she said, “I’ve got it under control, Uncle Jared,” she reassured him as she tried not to think about all the work that she was going to have to do by herself today.

Granted, she really didn’t have to plaster all the damage to the walls by herself. All she had to do was ask and Uncle Jared would provide her with as many men as she needed, but thanks to the man outside putting Trevor in a headlock as they fought over only God knows what, she decided that she couldn’t risk asking for any help today.

She still wanted to know why that bastard was working for Uncle Jared today and not picking up an extra shift at the station. She’d been counting on having some time to clear her head today and figure out what she was going to do about this new dare of his, but he’d quickly put an end to her plans when he’d shown up a few hours ago, looking suspiciously smug. She’d been struggling to come up with a plan to end this since three o’clock this morning when she’d been forced to lay there, trying to ignore just how good it felt to have his body curled up against hers and how badly she wanted to shove him onto his back, straddle him and-