Double Dare (A Neighbor from Hell Book 6) (18 page)

Chapter 30

              “You really need to let me go, Darrin,” his inconsiderate wife said as she squirmed in his arms, desperately trying to get away from him, which of course was rather insulting after she’d just made him promise never to let her go less than an hour ago.

              “No,” he said, tightening his hold around her as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer, intent on basking in the afterglow of victory, but it seemed that the frustrating woman that he loved more than anything was intent on trying to escape their love.

              “Darrin-”

              “Shhh, not while I’m sleeping,” he whispered mockingly as he reached up and gently pat her head.

              “Look, you freakishly big bastard,” his loving wife said, slapping away his hand, “I’m hungry and I need to use the bathroom. So, if you don’t remove those freakishly large arms so that I can go to the bathroom and maybe scrounge around in my bag for a bag of peanuts or something to eat before I die of starvation,
I will kill you
!”

              Sighing heavily and making sure to sound put out, he released his hold on her, mostly because that demonic thing she did with her voice at the end there kind of freaked him out. “Fine,” he said, with another sigh as he rolled over onto his back and gestured benevolently towards the bathroom, “go.”

              Muttering some unkind words that he chose to ignore, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up while he lay there, contemplating grabbing her and snuggling back up since he’d been comfortable when the angry little woman reminded him of something very important.

              “Those snacks had better be there when I get back,” she snapped, sounding unreasonably cranky when all he’d done was keep his word to her and ignore her pleas to be released for the past thirty minutes.

              “I’m going back to sleep,” he said, rolling back onto his stomach and hugged his pillow as he closed his eyes.

              “I’m serious,” she said and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know that the angry little thing was still standing by the bed, glaring down at him.

              “Mmmhmmm,” he mumbled sleepily as he made a show of trying to go to sleep.

              “I’m serious, Darrin. Don’t touch my snacks. I’m starving.”

              He didn’t bother answering her since lying to her would only bite him in the ass later. Instead, he laid there waiting for her to give up glaring at him and storm off to the bathroom where she would most likely end up taking a quick shower, giving him a little more time to do what needed to be done. Sure enough, a few minutes later he heard the unmistakable sounds of the shower being turned on, but he didn’t make his move.

              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 fucking 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.

              “I could fuck you all day,” he said, groaning as he buried himself all the way to the hilt where he paused for several long seconds before he pulled back slowly and pushed back in.

              Licking her lips, she squeezed her eyes shut and her grip on the edge of the table tightened as she struggled to hold off the orgasm that she knew was coming, too greedy to give up this feeling even for the powerful release that she knew was coming. Breaths coming faster, she focused on the large thick cock sliding inside her, hitting all the right spots before slowly leaving her, caressing those same spots and making her moan even louder as he slowly returned.

              “Do you know the best part about being married?” Darrin asked softly as he leaned over her, his thrusts never slowing as he kissed her jaw.

              “What?” she asked on a gasp as the new position sent him sliding back inside her at a different angle, hitting all new spots and sending pleasure racing through her body, threatening to send her over the edge.

              “Being able to fuck you anytime I want,” he whispered, sending her over the edge.

Chapter 31

              “Are you ever going to stop smiling?” Marybeth asked as they stood in the elevator, watching the numbers light up as they waited to arrive on the first floor.

              Grinning wider, he shook his head. “No.”

              “I see,” Marybeth murmured before she asked, “Are you ever going to take your hand off my ass?”

              “No,” he said, giving the perfectly rounded cheek in his hand another appreciative squeeze simply because he could.

              Laughing, she reached back and removed his hand from her ass. “You’re pathetic,” she said, smiling as they entwined their hands.

              “No,” he said, returning her smile as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, “I’m a happily married man laying claim to my wife so that some poor unsuspecting bastard doesn’t make the mistake of checking out her ass and forcing me to beat the shit out of him.”

              “Ah, so you’re doing a public service by groping me,” she said, sounding thoughtful as the elevator doors slowly slid open.

              “It’s the least I can do,” he said, shooting her a wink as they stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the ATM machine when they spotted his mother in the lobby, talking to some guy with spiked bleached hair wearing a baby pink polo shirt that was too small even for his wiry figure.

              “Oh!” his mother said, her whole face lighting up when she spotted them. “This is my son that I was telling you about, Patrick.”

              When the guy sitting next to her glanced over his shoulder and smiled, Darrin realized that there was a very real possibility that he was going to have to have his mother committed. It was a shame, because she made the best chocolate chunk cookies, he thought with real regret as he gave Marybeth’s hand a gentle squeeze as they headed towards his mother.

              “Maybe we should wait until after we get home to tell her?” Marybeth suggested as they headed towards his mother and the guy shooting him what could only be described as a welcoming smile.

              “No,” he said, taking in the matching pleased expressions as he shook his head, “now’s good.”

              “Don’t you want to wait for your Dad?”

              “We can tell him later,” he said, deciding that the sooner that he put an end to his mother’s bullshit theory, the better.

              “Hi, sweetheart,” his mother said, getting to her feet so that she could hug him. “I’m so glad to see you!”

              He just bet she was, he thought, narrowing his eyes on Patrick as the other man threw him a wink. When Marybeth moved to pull her hand away so that she could hug his mother, he held on for dear life. He refused to give his mother a chance to shove him towards the man currently running an appreciative eye over him and judging by the look in her eye, that’s exactly what she wanted to do.

              “Mom, we have to tell you something,” he said as soon as his mother pulled back from hugging Marybeth, relieved that he could finally share the best thing in his life with his family.

              “What is it, sweetheart?” she asked with that warm smile that had always made him feel like he was her most favorite person in the world. It was the same smile that she gave all her children, but that never made it feel any less special.

              He looked down at Marybeth to find his wife throwing Patrick a curious look before he focused back on his mother. “Mom, Marybeth and I got married,” he announced unable to stop himself from sighing with satisfaction.

              It really did feel great to finally-

              “Oh, sweetie, there’s really no need to hide who you are,” she said, her smile turning somewhat pitying as she reached up and cupped his cheek.

              “I’m not hiding who I am,” he bit out evenly as he glared down at his mother. “Marybeth and I got married three weeks ago.”

              His mother dropped her hand away with an exasperated sigh. “Sweetheart, there’s really no need to lie to me. I love you no matter what.”

              “
Woman
,” he bit out, forcing himself to take a deep breath before he continued and said something that he would regret later when his father hunted him down and beat the shit out of him for making his mother cry, “
for the last time, I’m not gay!”

              “Darrin Bradford, we did not raise you to be ashamed of who you are!” she whispered softly, but no less firmly, the same way that she had when he was a kid and she was trying not to draw attention to the fact that she was seconds away from spanking him into the next decade.

              “I’m not ashamed of who I am! For the love of all that’s holy, woman, I’m not-”

              “I’m going to grab something to eat,” Marybeth suddenly said, cutting him off and cluing him into the fact that he’d married a disloyal woman.

              “Are you not going to come to my defense?” he demanded as the treacherous woman pulled her hand away and deftly snatched his wallet out of his back pocket.

              “No, not really,” she said, sounding bored as she relieved his wallet of twenty dollars before she tossed it back to him.

              “We took vows, woman!”

              Blinking, she looked up at him and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

              “
Marybeth
,” he snarled her name in warning, but just like all those other times that she’d screwed him over for her own amusement, she ignored him.

              “Darrin,” she said, sighing his name heavily in a way that let him know just how much she was enjoying this, “it’s okay. She knows.”

              Eyes locked on his devious wife, he snarled the only warning that she would get. “Don’t.”

              “
Darrin, Darrin, Darrin
,” she said, tsking as she shook her head sadly as she reached up and cupped his face, “don’t hide who you are. Embrace the real you.”

              “I hate you,” he said, glaring down at his wife.

              “You know that you don’t mean that,” she said, giving his cheek a condescending pat before she dropped her hands away.

              “Oh, but I really do,” he said, glaring down at her even as he smiled that smile that he knew she would interpret correctly.

              Her eyes narrowed in an assessing manor as she glared right back up at him, obviously trying to decide if it was worth pushing him on this matter. After a minute and a groan, she reached back up, cupped his face rather violently, yanked him down and kissed him, right there in front of his mother and for the world to see.

              Christ, he loved this woman.

              He never wanted to let her go and if he had his way, he never would. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss as his arms came around her generously curved body and pulled her close. For six years he’d waited patiently for the day when he was allowed to hold her in public like this and now that he had her in his arms he would do anything to whisk her back to their room where he’d pull her closer, kiss her harder, strip her out of her clothes and of course, get away from the crazed woman hitting him with her purse!

              “Ow! Why the hell are you hitting me, woman?” he demanded with a wince as he stepped away from his wife and ducked out of the way of the next swing.

              “Marybeth is your best friend and deserves better than to be dragged into this!” she hissed as she glared daggers at him. “If you’re not comfortable admitting who you are, that’s fine, but you do not drag sweet Marybeth into this!”

              Too stunned to speak, he glanced down at his wife only to find her biting back a yawn as she glanced over her shoulder towards the hotel gift shop. “I’m going to go grab something to drink,” she muttered, sounding bored while he stood there somehow resisting the urge to drag her over his lap and spank her beautiful ass.

              “Oh, a drink sounds like a wonderful idea,” his mother said, smiling approvingly before she murmured a goodbye to Patrick and shot him a pitying look and walked off, leaving him with the man still staring up at him.

              “I’m not gay,” he said, for some reason needing to say the words.

              “No, no of course you’re not,” Patrick murmured, not really sounding like he meant it.

              “I’m not.”

              Patrick blinked up at him. “Of course you’re not.”

              Eyes narrowing on the placating bastard, he snapped, “I’m not!”

              Patrick cleared his throat uncomfortably before he explained with a helpless shrug, “Look, you don’t have to worry about it. I didn’t want to hurt your mother’s feelings, but you’re really not my type.”

              He snorted at that, he really had to. “Like you ever had a chance with me.”

              “Sorry, I’m just not into….,” he started to say, only to let his words trail off as he gestured lazily towards Darrin and gave him another one of those damn shrugs that was really starting to piss him off.

              Before he could sprout any more bullshit, and they both knew that he was full of shit, Darrin held up his hand and shook his head with a long, sad sigh, “Let’s not play this game since we both know that I’m way out of your league.”

              “Butch is out,” Patrick said with a shrug as he pulled his phone out, clearly dismissing him, but he refused to be dismissed, especially by this little bastard lying his ass off.

              “I’m not butch,” he bit out, glaring down at the bastard giving him the brush off.

              “Uh huh, whatever you say,” Patrick murmured, absently shooting him an indifferent smile before he returned his attention back to the small cellphone in his hands.

              “I’m not!”

              “Okay, you’re not.”

              “I’m a fucking catch!”

              “Sure you are.”

              “You only wish that you could get someone like me,” Darrin snapped, not really caring that the other man had moved on.

              “Every single second of the day,” Patrick murmured dryly, clearly mocking him, but Darrin decided to pretend that he hadn’t heard his sarcastic tone.

              “That’s right. You do,” he said firmly, shifting his attention away from the poor bastard who just couldn’t seem to accept that Darrin was off limits to him and glanced around the lobby until he found his wife and the other lying bastard that he was going to have to deal with.