The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell #5)(43)

“No,” Devin murmured, frowning down at Jodi, “I suppose there isn’t.”

“Try to keep the noise down,” Danny threw over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.

“I’ll do my best,” Devin said as he sauntered out of the room.

Danny threw one last look over his shoulder, making sure that his houseguest was still sound asleep in his bed. When she didn’t stir, he decided that it was safe to leave the room, but only after he locked his bedroom door to keep her from making an escape. Once he was positive that she wouldn’t be able to unlock the door in her drugged out state, he walked into the bathroom, stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub, turning the shower on full blast.

He pressed his hands against the tiled wall and dropped his head forward, letting the water stream down his back, wondering what level of hell his little Tinkerbelle was going to put him through tonight.

An irritated sigh came behind him, making him chuckle just as a pair of small hands grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. Well, she tried to pull him back, but she was a tiny little thing. Still chuckling, he stepped out of the way so she could stand in front of the hot water.

“What are you going to put me through tonight, Tinkerbelle, hmmm?” he murmured as he watched Tinkerbelle tilt her head back and enjoy the hot water as it washed away the soot and dust covering her from head to toe.

He picked up the bar of soap and lathered his hands as he mentally prepared himself for the night of hell to come.

*-*-*-*

Ten minutes later…….

“I don’t think I’d be able to fit that thing in my mouth,” she said conversationally, pursing her lips up thoughtfully as she stared between his legs.

“Tinkerbelle,” he said, sighing heavily as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face, wondering why he hadn’t begged the doctor to sedate her.

“Wow, it’s getting bigger……”

“Of course it is,” he muttered in disgust as he dropped his hands by his sides and looked down at the woman who was driving him out of his mind, and the funny thing was…..

He was surprisingly okay with it.

That didn’t mean that he was going to willingly put himself through this kind of hell. Sighing, he reached up and cupped her beautiful face and leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “We’re going to get dressed now, crawl in bed and watch a movie,” he whispered against her lips.

“But, I’m not tired,” she mumbled pathetically, making him smile.

“I know, but I am,” he lied, hoping that she’d just take pity on him.

She sighed heavily as she stepped away from him. “Fine,” she grumbled as she turned around and stormed off, leaving him to follow after her. Knowing just how quickly medicated Tinkerbelle could find trouble, he moved his ass.

*-*-*-*

Two hours later……

“Just one more beer!”

“No!” Devin snapped as he stumbled to the side, his hands cupping his damaged manhood as Danny stood there, holding Tinkerbelle in his arms. He struggled not to laugh as his cousins and their friends fell all over themselves trying to scoop up all the alcohol and get it as far away from Jodi as possible.

“But I can’t watch the game without beer!” Jodi pointed out, desperately trying to get out of his arms and return to the couch and the bottle of beer she’d been sipping when he’d finally managed to track her down.

“Why don’t we go downstairs and watch the game?” he suggested, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Can I have a beer?” she asked shyly.

“No,” he said, leaning down to kiss her before she could start arguing again, “but you can have all the soda you want.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, gesturing absently for him to carry her away, “but it better not be diet.”

He chuckled as he pressed another kiss against the tip of her nose. “It’s definitely not diet.”

*-*-*-*

One hour later………

Why couldn’t he drink diet soda? he wondered as he leaned forward, careful not to crush Tinkerbelle, and picked up his drink. Medication, beer and sugar was not a good combination for his little Tinkerbelle.

“Let’s go swimming!” Tinkerbelle said excitedly as she wiggled and shifted, trying to crawl off his lap.

He took a sip of his soda. “No,” he said, using his hold on her to keep her lying across his lap.

“But I’m hot!” she whined, renewing her efforts to escape.

“That would explain why you’re naked,” he said, taking another sip of his soda before he placed it back on the coffee table and leaned back, keeping his arm locked around her waist.

“It’s hot in here!”

“Uh huh, that’s nice,” he said, shifting his arm until it was lying across her beautiful naked ass.

“Please!”

“Not happening.”

“I hate you!” she snapped with a pout, folding her arms on the throw pillow and plopping her head down on her folded arms in a fit of annoyance.

“No, you don’t,” he said, gently rubbing her back.

“I really do.”

“Then why are you naked on my lap?” he asked, continuing to rub her back and moving down to her bottom.