Double Dare (Neighbor from Hell #6)(62)

Not yet.

He lay there feigning sleep as he waited for it. Thankfully she didn’t make him wait long before she was quietly opening the door and poking her head out, making sure that her precious snacks were still safe.

“Darrin?” she whispered, sounding unsure. “Are you awake?”

He kept his eyes closed and his breaths even as he waited for her to close the door, but after a minute it became obvious that she didn’t trust him, which was pretty damn insulting. He listened as she did her best to tiptoe quietly across the room, pick up all the snacks that were now rightfully his, at least in his opinion they were, and tiptoe back to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. When he heard the lock click in place he couldn’t help but shake his head as he opened his eyes and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

“So little trust,” he muttered as he walked over to his bag and grabbed the paperclip off the welcome packet the hotel had handed them at check-in.

Sighing with disgust, because she really should have known better, he straightened the paperclip, slid it inside the pinhole and popped the lock. She clearly didn’t want the snacks, he decided as he tossed the ruined paperclip aside and pushed the door open, deciding that if she really wanted them she would have found a better way to protect them. When he spotted the snacks sitting on the counter, unprotected and unloved, he reached for them and-

“You have a choice to make, Mr. Bradford,” Marybeth said, intriguing him enough to make him pause in mid-thievery. “You can either take all those snacks and devour them or you can join me in here and I’ll do that thing with my tongue that you love so much.”

Swallowing hard, he shifted his gaze away from the precious snacks that needed him and looked at the silhouetted form of his wife as she ran her hands over her breasts and stomach. Licking his lips, he looked back at the small pile of chocolate cakes, candy bars and bags of chips and then back to his wife.

His stomach growled, casting its vote around the same time that his cock jerked hard against his stomach, desperate to feel Marybeth’s talented tongue gliding over it as she took him in her mouth and sucked him dry.

Shit!

Snacks or a blowjob?

Or perhaps he could have both, he thought hopefully as he reached for the snacks.

“Don’t even think about it,” the evil woman said, sounding amused as he was faced with one of the toughest decisions of his life.

His cock jerked against his stomach again, demanding that he move his ass, but he refused to be rushed. There had to be a way around this. Then again, maybe he could have one now and the other after her shower, he wondered hopefully as he glanced back at the shower.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual as he asked, “And if I were to pick the snacks?”

“You’d be bunking with one of your brothers for the rest of this trip,” she calmly explained while any other woman would probably have thrown something at his head, insulted that he hadn’t jumped at the chance to be with her, but not his Marybeth. She’d grown up alongside them and understood the dilemma that he faced probably better than anyone.

When Marybeth turned off the shower and stepped out a few minutes later, he was still standing there, shifting his attention between Marybeth and the snacks as he struggled to make a decision. She didn’t say anything as she dried off. She simply stood there, shaking her head and sighing until finally she was done.

“Pathetic,” she mumbled with a sigh as she dropped the towel, grabbed two of the chocolate fudge cakes and headed for the bed, leaving him standing there staring longingly at the snacks that she’d left behind.

He couldn’t just abandon them, he realized with a shake of his head. He just couldn’t do that. He glanced over his shoulder, spotted his wife on the bed and-

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked with a frown as he watched his wife unwrap one of the tasty morsels, lie back and place the small treat between her breasts.

“Making you a snack,” she said as she opened up the second treat, turned it over and pressed it against her right nipple before she pulled it away, leaving behind a chocolate fudge coated nipple and then did the same to the other nipple. When both nipples were covered in chocolate frosting, she placed the treat right below her navel.

“Oh…God…,” he muttered, stumbling forward as his eyes shifted anxiously from one tasty treat to the next as his over-stimulated mind tried to decide where to start first. When she solved the problem for him by spreading her legs and giving him an inviting smile that he was powerless to ignore, he decided then and there that marriage to the love of his life definitely had its benefits.

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“We should get going,” she forced herself to say, because it seemed like the polite thing to do since they’d come on this trip to spend time with his family, but they both knew that if he stopped what he was doing that she would most likely kill him.

“You’re so f*cking tight,” he growled approvingly as she reached forward, grabbed onto the edge of the small round table and held on.

“We should…we should, ummm…we should go,” she said, struggling to focus as she licked her lips and tried to push back against him, but he had her firmly locked in place.

“I love your ass,” he murmured instead, palming her ass as he slowly thrust inside her.

The only response that she could manage was a loud moan as she squeezed her legs together, amazed at just how good this position felt. She couldn’t move, couldn’t push back and for whatever reason that made what he was doing to her feel a thousand times more powerful.