Double Dare (Neighbor from Hell #6)(72)

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He’d wasted six years waiting for her.

Six. Fucking. Years!

No matter what he said or what he did, she was never going to let this bullshit go and he was tired of trying to convince her to stay with him. He shouldn’t have to beg a woman to be with him and the fact that he had to do it with the woman that he loved made him feel like pure shit.

“Don’t walk away from me!” Marybeth yelled, chasing after him as he stormed out of the reptile farm and headed towards the line of taxis that would take him away from her and the bullshit that she put him through. “We’re going to finish this once and for all!”

“We’re done!” he snapped, not even bothering to look back when he said it, which he paid for seconds later when the little brat slammed into him, taking him down to the ground, hard.

“No, we’re not,” she snapped, trying to get him in a headlock, but unfortunately for her, she grew up with only one brother, a brother that was absolutely terrified of what Darrin would do to him if he ever laid a f*cking finger on her so she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. He easily escaped her hold, rolled onto her back, grabbed her by her hips and moved to set her aside when she did the unthinkable.

“Mother f*cker!” Darrin shouted in surprise and agony when she reached down and twisted his poor defenseless nipples through his shirt.

“We’re going to finish this, right here, right now, Darrin, because as much as you hate the bullshit that I’ve been putting you through, I hate it more. I hate the fact that I can’t give you what you need and what you deserve. I hate the fact that no matter how many pills and shots that I take or no matter how many surgeries that I’ve had, I’m still broken. I hate it. I hate that I will never hold your baby,” she bit out bitterly angrily.

“Baby, I-” he started to say, but she wasn’t done yet.

“I hate that I can’t see a baby without feeling like my heart is about to break. I hate this. I hate this whole f*cking situation, but I hate even more that I’m not good enough for you and I never will be!” she snapped, releasing her hold on his nipples so that she could get to her feet as she glared down at him. “You were right. Is that what you wanted to hear? That as long as I didn’t have to face the truth a small part of me could go on pretending that there was still hope? That once I allowed myself something real with you that reality would come crashing down on me and there would be nowhere for me to run? In a matter of days I’ll never be able to delude myself into thinking that I’m whole again. Is that what you wanted to hear? Congratulations, Darrin,” she said tightly as she stepped away from him, “it must be wonderful knowing that you were right.”

With that she stormed off, leaving him realizing just how badly he’d f*cked up by pushing her into this. He’d been patient with her for six long years, because he’d known that rushing her was a mistake.

So then why had he f*cked this up so badly?

Because once he’d found out the real reason why she didn’t want to be with him, he’d been scared out of his f*cking mind that she was going to leave him.

Now…

Now he had absolutely no f*cking idea what he should do.

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Later that night…

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said as he stared down at the phone in his hand.

“I can’t believe you won’t shut up and let me get some sleep,” Arik bitched as he rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head.

“How is this supportive?” he demanded as he tried to come up with a reason not to make this call, but after spending the last eighteen hours wracking his brain, trying to figure out how to fix this, he was finally ready to accept the fact that he was in way over his head with this one.

“You’ve kept me up all night with your bitching and whining! So make the f*cking call so I can get some sleep!” Arik snarled, blindly throwing the pillow at him as he climbed off the bed and stormed off towards the bathroom where he slammed the door behind him.

Knowing that it was only a matter of minutes before his brother had enough of his bullshit and tossed him out, Darrin scrolled through his contact list and did the unthinkable.

“What do you want?” Trevor snapped as soon as he answered the phone.

“I need some advice,” he admitted.

There was a slight pause before Trevor said, “Go on.”

“I’ve really f*cked this whole thing up with Marybeth.”

“You’re a Bradford. It’s what we do,” Trevor explained with a chuckle.

“Then tell me how to fix this,” he said, close to begging.

“Well, that depends….”

“On what?” he asked, biting back a groan when he realized that he was going to have to deal with typical Bradford bullshit to fix this.

“On what you did.”

Sighing, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

Chapter 37

“Oh my God, what the hell are you doing?” she may have yelled, gasped, moaned and cried out in pleasure as she felt the tip of Darrin’s tongue trace her slit. Desperate to hold onto something as an intense wave of pleasure tore through her, forcing her back to arch and her toes to curl, she reached out and-