Nelle’s freckled cheeks glowed with a smug smirk.
Didshe or did shenotuse my toothbrush to scrub the toilet bowl?
I swiped my tongue over my upper teeth and tasted nothing. She was telling the truth with both declarations. “I can’t tell which is the lie.”
Her wicked laugh spiraled through the tower. “That’s because Ididuse your toothbrush to clean the toilet.”
“I fucking knew it!” Yanking her closer, sheets of her long hair swung forward to slap my chest.
She mimicked feverishly scrubbing a toilet bowl right in my face. “I really got into the bottom of the bowl and I cleaned like a maniac.”
Nausea roiled my stomach, and I almost dry-heaved.
But something else twisted Nelle’s lips—not scorn for me, but irritation with herself. She huffed a sulky sigh that tickled my cheeks. “Afterwards, I threw it out and replaced it with a brand-new toothbrush from the vanity drawer.”
I sucked in a sharp gasp.
That’s how she’d fooled me.
“That’s genius,” I breathed.
“I thought so too.” She stabbed a finger beneath my chin, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to stare at her cruel smile. “I should have done it. I should have let you use your foul, toilet-marinated toothbrush. But I just couldn’t do it.”
And now she sat straddling my thighs with smarting ass cheeks.
She’d been right to call me a big baby. My mother’s blood gift ran rampant through my veins, vanquishing the poison oak. My skin was now a soft pink, and the ugly rash was fading away along with the ferocious itching that had obliterated my sanity.
For a heartbeat, remorse sank through me. But it wasn’t only the toilet brush prank. Nelle had driven me crazy this past week with all the other stunts she’d pulled. I understood her desire to break me, but she needed to turn that fiery anger in another direction.
I slowly became aware of where Nelle sat, trembling with sullen ire. As always, her wrathful beauty was as glorious as that sweetly crooked smile. I wanted to weave my fingers through the pale tresses that were cobwebbed across her shoulders. To push the wild mane aside so I could press my lips to her sleek throat and kiss her silky skin.
I swallowed thickly.
“But this isn’t what this is all about, is it?” she murmured, tilting her head to the side. Her irritation thawed and expression softened. She dropped her hand from my chin to my shoulder, then burrowed her fingertips gently into the nape of my neck.
And gods, it felt so good, so fucking good. I sank into her touch and almost purred.
My hands traced the groove of her spine, lower still, and her lashes fluttered half-mast as she arched her neck and let out a sensual sigh that reached into the very depths of my soul. “Better?” I asked as I kneaded her peachy ass.
Her white skirt hitched high around her thighs like folds of snow. She softly hummed,“A-huh.”Squiggling forward, she pressed her sweet heat against me. The delicate lace of her dress whispered against my skin as she leaned even closer, her nose an inch from mine. When her plump breasts grazed my chest, my breathing hitched.
Hellsgate…
She rotated her hips, teasing my erection straining against my boxer briefs. “This is what you want, right?”
I gritted my teeth to stifle the groan. A shudder rippled through me, jostling her gently on my lap. I was iron-hard, and the carnal energy hissing between us was wilder than electricity spitting through water.
Sweet Zrenyth, what the hells was she doing?
But could I resist her?
Fuck no.
Her fingers tangled in my damp hair, and her breath fanning across my cheeks had me thirsting for those luscious lips right in front of me. Desire lowered her lashes until her irises narrowed to a mist-gray sliver.
I ignored the warning that twanged through my veins. Instead, I soothed the spanks on her throbbing ass with gentle circles.
Nelle slipped a slender hand down my chest, the touch gliding like a satiny ribbon. When she pushed her hand beneath my boxer briefs, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head with the exquisite pleasure raging through my bloodstream. Her nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, and she tugged it out. “Always hard, Crowther.”
