AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He rushed over, looking a little more concerned than I liked and grabbing for me, but I waved him off. If he got any closer I would be forced to kill him by detaching his head from his body with my period Hulk-strength.
“Aw baby, I just want to worship at it.” He swung his hips suggestively like he was dancing. “Do a little rain dance, maybe, and sacrifice my manhood for the cause.”
I won’t lie, it was hot—him moving like that so fluidly—but I had to get some distance before I locked him up in the closet like Kathy Bates from Misery.
“Are you smoking dope again?” I asked seriously, and he frowned.
“Kristen, that was one time and everyone on the football team except his magnificence Prince Hunter tried it. Your dad kicked our asses during field practice because you ratted us out.”
That was my fault. I was mad Chase and Damien were doing that, although who was I to judge them at the time, except that watching them—or specifically Damien—run suicide laps up and down the football field until he dropped was pretty hot and had made me feel better.
The memory of that incident aroused me past logical reasoning, which honestly I hadn’t been having around Damien. Thinking about his butt filling out that tight football spandex made me irrationally horny and I pulled him back, slamming our chests against each other.
“Get over here, jackass.” My body took over and my brain shut down any logic that might have been functioning.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, pawing at me, and I allowed it because the adrenaline rush was so much better than the cramps. He’d give me what I needed and then I would send him on his way, despite what Evan told me to consider. My heart was not up for trusting Damien Hart.
His voice rumbled in my ear. “Emasculate me some more, baby.”
I hauled his body to me by his T-shirt, kissing his chin.
“Was this your evil plan all along?” I asked as his fingers stroked against my belly and snuck under my shirt to touch skin. The pads of his fingers felt rough from years of manual labor, and I hated myself for loving it.
His voice dropped an octave, making me shudder from within when his lips rumbled against my ear in a hot whisper. “To take over the world or get in your pants?”
I murmured sexy-like in his ear, “Buy me tampons later?”
He rolled his head away, an awkward smile on his face. I was only testing him, but it was nice to see how far I could take it.
“Let’s see, if you don’t pull a praying mantis move and rip my head off first.” His breath was hot on my skin, my nipples pebbled, and I wanted to get so close to him I could crawl inside his skin.
“Mmm… Demon, don’t you trust me?” I dropped my voice against his ear, biting down on the lobe none too gently. He was incredibly easy to tease as I let my fingertips crawl up his chest and around his neck, holding him to me.
“Heh.” He blew out a shaky breath. “Not with my tool belt, honey.”
Oh, I’d unman him for sure, given the chance. All these years and now he wanted a piece of me? Not before I had him begging and eating out of the palm of my hand.
Play nice, Kristen.
The message came in the voices of Taylor, Evan, and my Grandmother—all people I loved dearly, but did not need in my head when I was about to get down and nasty with Demon.
“That’s too bad. I was really hoping you’d jackhammer me real good against the wall—test out those support beams, you know.” I pulled him toward my bedroom, pouting.
He let me lead until we were inside, and he kicked my door closed.
“I love when you try using construction euphemisms. Should I remind you I’m a plumber?” Warm hands cupped my shoulders and trailed down my arms to clasp my hands in his. Part of me wondered if the sex would be as good if we didn’t hate each other. The bickering and banter worked for us, but for how long?
“Kind of hard to forget when you try snaking me every chance you get.”
He chuckled, kissing my neck; Damien put my back to his chest and wrapped an arm around my stomach. His hand circled me, massaging and easing the cramp that made me groan.
“My poor Pebbles, baby girl, let me make you feel better.” His cock rubbed against the globes of my ass covered by the ratty yoga pants I wore to clean the house. They were so thin I was afraid they would disintegrate if he rubbed against me any harder. Hard and thick, he pressed me forward until I stopped, reaching the edge of the bed.
“Towel?”
I didn’t care about the sheets, but if he did then I would get him one.
I gulped out a word. “Bathroom?” I paused, thinking. “Wait, let me. I need to take care of something first.”
