Double Dare (A Neighbor from Hell Book 6) (10 page)

Chapter 14

              Oh, God…she wasn’t going to survive this, she thought miserably as she lay there, waiting for the alarm clock to go off as she tried to ignore the large erection pressed against her bottom.

              When Darrin shifted behind her, dragging that abnormally large cock across her bottom, teasing her, she was forced to bite her lip to stop the resulting groan from escaping and giving the bastard the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her.

              “I can end this anytime, Marybeth,” he whispered in her ear as he ran his hand over her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before shifting his attention to her other breast. “Just say the word.”

              “
I’m fine
,” she bit out, closing her eyes as she struggled to think about something other than begging him to fuck her.

              She was pathetic.

              It had only been a day and a half since the last time that he’d made her scream his name and here she was trembling like it had been years. God, she needed a fix. Just a small orgasm and she’d be fine. She just needed a little relief, just to take the edge off so that she could think this through and figure out how she’d managed to end up in this situation.

              Then again, she did have the large bastard behind her to thank for her current predicament, she reminded herself as she forced herself to lie there, pretending that his presence wasn’t affecting her. Opening her eyes to glare at the wall, she berated herself for agreeing to this incredibly stupid dare, but the idea of spending their remaining time together without having to worry about Darrin bringing up marriage again had been too tempting. She should just end this now, she told herself for the hundredth time since last night, but she just couldn’t make herself say the words or find the strength to walk away.

              God, she really was weak and pathetic.

              “Are you ready to admit defeat?” he asked as he moved against her, gently grinding the cock that was now forbidden to her, against her bottom.

              “No!” she snarled back, forcing herself to lie there and take it.

              She should be doing everything in her power to end this, to make the bastard cave by using every dirty trick in the book, but she was honestly terrified that if she so much as moved right now that it would be to take what the bastard was offering. She just needed a little time and some space to clear her head, but he refused to give it to her. He knew what he was doing.

              Oh, he knew what he was doing…

              After setting down his conditions for his latest dare, he’d decided to add some rules to help his cause. They could tempt each other in absolutely any way, and yes, apparently touching was now permitted except for below the belt and that rule apparently applied to both of them. Until one of them caved, and she would make damn sure that it was him, there would be absolutely no satisfaction to be had.

              In any way.

              He’d made that announcement last night as she’d reached for the little pink tube she’d taken out to bring him to his knees. As soon as she’d picked it up, knowing that she’d have him begging in a matter of minutes, the bastard announced as he stroked himself one last time that there would be absolutely no self-gratification allowed.

              To make things interesting, of course.

              “Are you ready to admit defeat?” he asked, teasing her hard nipple between his fingers.

              “
No
,” she ground out as she forced herself to lie there and resist the urge to tilt her hips and push back to beg for the relief that she knew he could give her.

              He chuckled, kissing her shoulder as he shifted behind her. He ground his hard cock against her, making her lick her lips hungrily as she held her breath, praying that he was about to put her out of misery and slide deep inside her where she needed him the most.

              “Just say the word,” he growled as he slowly slid against her bottom, bringing her frustration to a whole new level.

              Oh, hell…….

              She couldn’t do this.

              She just couldn’t do this. She needed this, needed him. After what happened last night…or rather, after what
didn’t
happen last night, she was on edge, desperate and too weak to refuse the relief that he was offering her.

              She tried, God, how she tried, but she couldn’t resist him. She pulled away from him, determined to put some space between them, but somehow she found herself tilting her hips and moving back as she licked her lips in anticipation, desperate for him.

              “That’s it, baby,” he said approvingly, sounding pained as he abandoned her breast and placed his hand on her hip and helped guide her back while he shifted his hips.

              A hungry moan echoed throughout the room when he pushed forward, placing the large tip of his cock at her entrance. His grip shifted back to her breast, gently squeezing it even as he used his hold on her to pull her against him. He pushed in just enough so that the very tip of his cock was inside her.

              “Do you want this?” he whispered harshly as she closed her eyes in defeat and licked her lips hungrily.

              “Say it, sweetheart,” he demanded when she didn’t answer him. “Tell me to fuck you.”

              Groaning, she numbly nodded as she licked her lips while she tried to push back and force him to slide in further, but he quickly stopped her by returning his hand to her hip and held her still.

              “Say.
It
,” he bit out harshly as his hand tightened around her hip, keeping her locked in place as she lay there, desperate for more. “Tell me that you need me to fuck your sweet pussy and put us both out of our misery, sweetheart.”

              “I….I,” she mumbled, licking her lips hungrily as her breaths came faster, struggling to fight this even as she shivered with pleasure.

              “I can’t wait to fuck 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 fucked her until his legs gave out and was forced to take her to the floor where he fully planned on fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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-

              “I’m going to have Darrin and Trevor give you a hand after lunch,” Uncle Jared said, interrupting her thoughts and making her realize that her day was about to get a lot worse.

              “I don’t need any help,” she stubbornly persisted as she struggled to come up with a reason to keep Darrin outside today.

              Uncle Jared looked around, shaking his head slightly as he took in all the damage to the living room walls. “We need to start priming tomorrow, sweetheart.”

              She opened her mouth to argue, but quickly shut it and reluctantly nodded in agreement, because he was right. They had a deadline to meet on this renovation and if they didn’t finish painting the walls on time she’d end up delaying everything.

              “How about Danny and Trevor?” she suggested, hoping to buy herself a little more time before the bastard started trying to entice her again.

              “Danny’s working at the new library today. The City Council decided that they wanted the ceiling molding after all,” he answered distractedly as he looked around the room, taking in the water damage to the ceilings.

              “Okay,” she said, nodding even as she decided to leave the downstairs to Darrin and Trevor and work upstairs where she could work in relative peace.

              For now though, she was going to take a lunch break, because she had a feeling that she was going to need the full hour to prepare herself for whatever hell Darrin had planned for her, and she damn well knew that he had something planned.

*-*-*-*

              “A pleasure doing business with you,” Uncle Jared said with a satisfied sigh as he accepted the two large boxes of donuts from him.

              “Bon appetite,” Darrin said with a nod and a satisfied sigh as he reached down and flipped open the box of donuts he’d bought for himself.

              Grabbing a vanilla cream filled donut, he took a large bite and glanced over at Marybeth’s truck. He released a satisfied sigh as he noted his cousins’ trucks boxing her in and stopping her from escaping and he knew damn well that she would do anything to get away from him right now. He was winning and they both knew it.

              He’d taken her by surprise last night with that dare and hadn’t allowed her a moment’s peace since to come up with some bullshit plan to delay his happily fucking ever after. He wasn’t stupid after all. He had her on the run and he was damn well going to give chase, teasing and enticing her until she begged for him to put her out of her misery and then…

              Then she really would be
his
.

              He couldn’t wait, he thought as he absently slapped his Uncle’s hand away when he made a move on his donuts. “Mine,” he simply said as he glanced over his shoulder and smiled as he watched Marybeth, looking incredibly pissed as she stormed past them on her way to the house they were working on, carrying two white grocery bags.

              “But-” Uncle Jared started to argue, but unlike most of his cousins, Darrin didn’t let his uncle get away with touching his food.

              “Mine,” he repeated firmly as he shifted his attention back to his Uncle to find him pouting.

              “I’m hungry,” Uncle Jared muttered bitterly as he stared longingly at the box of donuts placed protectively by Darrin’s side.

              “Then eat your donuts,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder to find Marybeth standing on the decrepit old porch that was scheduled to be torn down today, glaring at him.

              Deciding to have a little more fun with her, he made a calculated decision and stepped away from his donuts, officially abandoning them. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he reached down and grabbed the hem of his grey tee shirt and slowly pulled it up. Even from this distance he was able to catch her muttered groan. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the well-defined torso that she loved running her greedy little hands over.

              When she licked her lips hungrily, he knew that he had her and judging by the way that her eyes snapped up and narrowed on him, she knew it, too. It was just a matter of time and they both knew it. Unable to help himself, and he really wasn’t trying all that hard, he shot her a wink, which earned a round of muttered curses as she turned around and stormed off.

              She was definitely his…

              “Oh God, these are so good,” Uncle Jared groaned, drawing his attention back to the box of donuts that he’d abandoned only seconds earlier to find the box empty and his Uncle savoring the lemon filled donut that he’d planned on saving for last.

              He’d really been looking forward to that donut, he thought, licking his lips as he watched his uncle finish off the last morsel. Shit! He glanced back at the house where he had Marybeth exactly where he wanted her and then back to the three boxes of donuts that his uncle was guarding and then back again. Definitely the girl, he decided with a nod, heading towards the house even as he decided that he’d celebrate Marybeth’s surrender with a box of donuts later.

*-*-*-*

Five Very Long Hours Later…

              “This can’t be happening,” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief while she watched as the bastard that she suddenly couldn’t get away from parked his car and climbed out.

              She briefly considered climbing back in her truck and going somewhere else, but thanks to her association with the Bradford boys this was the only grocery store in a twenty-mile radius that she wasn’t banned from. Although she wouldn’t mind a long drive to clear her head, she was too exhausted to put in the extra effort tonight. All she wanted to do was get her shopping done, go home, make a couple of grilled cheese and ham sandwiches and eat them in front of the television while she tried to figure out how the bastard walking towards her had managed to drive her crazy without saying a single word to her all day.

              “Doing a little grocery shopping?” he asked with that cocky grin that had her foot twitching to stomp the hell out of his instep.

              “
Yes
,” she bit out, seething with rage as she moved past him and headed towards a carriage left abandoned two spots over.

              “Want me to push that for you?” he asked, catching up to her as she shoved the carriage towards the store.

              “No,” she said evenly while she ignored the jarring motion of the rickety old carriage as it bounced around on wobbly wheels that locked up every few seconds and forced her to shove it harder to get it moving again.

              “Are you sure?”

              “Yes!” she snapped as the wheels locked up again, forcing her to shove the carriage and when it didn’t move she pulled it back and shoved it again and again until it finally rolled forward.

              “Ready to give in yet?” he asked, chuckling when the carriage jerked to another sudden stop.

              “No,” she bit out, refusing to look at him as she prayed that she was able to get through the next hour without killing him for doing this to her.

              She was on edge, frustrated and so desperate to feel him inside her that there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was going through withdrawal. For the past six years she hadn’t gone a single day without experiencing an orgasm, usually three or more. Even those times when they were apart for a few nights he’d always called her, teasing and enticing her with his incredibly sexy voice, telling her exactly what he wanted to do her.

              God, she loved phone sex….

              “Just say the word, baby,” the sneaky bastard said in the same sexy drawl that he normally used when he whispered in her ear while he took her from behind just as she walked through the automatic doors and stepped inside the large grocery store, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

              Manipulative. Bastard.

             
“Go to hell, you bastard!”
she bit out in a strangled whisper as she shoved the carriage and picked up her pace, desperate to put some much needed space between them before she did something foolish like rip off his clothes and demand that he bend her over the Charmin Toilet Paper display by the door and put her out of her misery.