Chapter 20
“Your lap is so comfy,” his drugged-out passenger said dreamily as she snuggled closer.
“So, you keep saying,” Danny said absently as he parked the truck.
This was going to be a very long night, Danny mused again as he opened his door and turned around to help Tinkerbelle out of the truck only to pause when he realized that the woman, who hadn’t stopped talking since the doctor shot her beautiful ass full of medicine, was fast asleep.
Deciding that someone up there must love him, he picked Jodi up, careful of her head and carried her into the house, pausing only long enough to kick his truck door shut.
“You coming upstairs to watch the game?” his cousin Devin asked, shifting cases of beer in his arms so that he could hold the front door open for Danny.
“Not tonight,” Danny said quietly as he stepped past his cousin and headed for his door.
“What happened to her?” Devin asked, placing the beer on the floor. He took the keys out of Danny’s hand and opened the door for him.
“An old crate fell on her arm,” Danny said, carrying Jodi inside.
“Is it broken?”
He shook his head as he carefully placed Jodi on his bed. He pulled her shoes off and double-checked her bandage before he pulled the quilt his great-grandmother made for him over her.
“So, this is her, huh?” Devin asked, reaching over to push a strand of Jodi’s dust-coated hair out of her face only to draw his hand back with a darkly muttered oath when Danny slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch her,” Danny simply said as he reached down and moved the strand of her beautiful hair aside.
“I thought she hated you,” Devin said with a frown, tilting his head to the side as he studied Jodi.
“That’s the only way she knows how to express her overwhelming desire for me,” Danny said, moving to stand up, but he thought better of it when he caught the appreciative look in his cousin’s eyes as he looked Jodi over.
He leaned back down and kissed Jodi’s soft, unresponsive lips to make sure that his cousin got the message.
She was his.
“It’s nice to see you taking an interest in life again,” Devin said with an approving smile. “You were beginning to worry us.”
“Nothing to worry about,” he said, grabbing a pair of clean boxers from his bureau, hoping that his cousin took the hint and got the hell out of his apartment without telling him just how worried everyone was about him.
“Are you sure?”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Danny said evenly, gesturing towards the door with his boxers.
“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 for the night 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, Danny 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, Danny 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?” Danny 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,” Jodi said conversationally, pursing her lips up thoughtfully as her focus shifted between his legs.
“Tinkerbelle,” Danny 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,” Danny 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, Danny reached up and cupped her beautiful face in his hands as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.
“We’re going to get dressed now, crawl back into bed, and watch a movie,” he whispered against her lips.
“But I’m not tired,” Jodi 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,” Jodi 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?” Danny suggested, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Can I have a beer?” Jodi asked shyly.
“No,” Danny 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? Danny 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,” Danny said, using his hold on her to keep her lying across his lap.
“But I’m hot!” Jodi 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,” Danny said, shifting his arm until it was lying across her beautiful, bare ass.
“Please!”
“Not happening.”
“I hate you!” Jodi 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?” Danny asked, continuing to rub her back and moving down to her bottom.
God, she had a great ass. It was so firm, yet soft, he mused as he ran his hand up towards her back, deciding that it would be for the best if he didn’t torture himself.
“Because you won’t let me leave!” Jodi snapped, but he’d noticed the way she’d settled down, seeming to relax beneath his touch.
“And the naked part?” Danny murmured, watching his hand glide over her back and bottom.
“It’s hot in here,” she muttered.
“The air conditioner is on,” he pointed out, smiling when she let out a long-suffering sigh.
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Are you tired?” Danny asked casually, hoping that she would finally agree to go to bed so that he could slip back into the bathroom and take himself in hand before he exploded.
“No, I want to go swimming,” she said with a pout.
“We’re not going swimming.”
“I hate you.”
“Are we back to that?”
“We never left!”
7 A.M.
“Ummm, why are you lying on top of me?”
He didn’t bother opening his eyes or even lift his head from where it had been resting for the last four hours as he asked, “Are you still out of it?”
“I don’t think so,” Jodi said hesitantly as she sat up, causing her stomach muscles to tighten beneath his head.
“Thank God,” Danny mumbled, turning his head and pressing a kiss against her stomach, forcing himself to ignore the one place that his mouth had been watering to go all night.
Jaw clenched tightly, he averted his eyes as he climbed off Jodi and headed for the bathroom. He was trembling, Danny realized as he hurried across the room and closed the door behind him. He wanted her so much.
He wanted to crawl back into that bed, pull her into his arms, kiss her, run his hands all over her, kiss every inch of her body, slide his fingers deep inside her, suck and lick her beautiful bubblegum colored nipples before he moved his mouth down between her legs and licked her out until she was begging for his cock, until they both thought they would die if he didn’t fuck her.
God, he didn’t know how much longer he could do this. How much longer he could keep himself from touching her, from pulling her beneath him and sliding deep inside her as he lost himself in her.
But he wasn’t going to let his cock fuck up his game plan. Not if it meant losing her.