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.

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!” she snapped, but he’d noticed the way she’d settled down, seeming to relax beneath his touch.

“And the naked part?” he 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?” he 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 lifting 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,” she said hesitantly as she sat up, causing her stomach muscles to tighten beneath his head.

“Thank God,” he murmured, 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, he 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 to her.

But, he wasn’t going to let his cock fuck up his game plan. Not if it meant losing her.

Chapter 21

Two months later………

“We have to stop,” Jodi groaned softly against his lips, but she didn’t loosen her death grip on his shoulders or stop grinding down on him. No, instead she widened her legs, desperate to get closer.




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