It meant that he’d get two to five years without his family constantly worrying about him. He just had to be careful with the soap when he was in the shower. Not a bad deal when he thought about it.
“Aspirin or cough medicine?” Greg suddenly demanded, taking a step forward as he gestured towards the woman in Danny’s arms.
“Benadryl,” he answered with a frown, wondering why they-
“Oh, fuck no!” Greg said, shoving his partner out of his way as he tried to make his way back to the front door only to have his partner grab him by the collar, yank him back and run for the door.
“Where the hell are you going?” Danny demanded, shifting his unwanted load in his arms.
“As far away from here as humanly possible!” Greg shouted over his shoulder as he tried to shove his way to freedom.
Danny couldn’t help but shake his head in disgust as he watched the cowards shoving each other, both of them more than willing to leave this woman with a man that she despised.
“One of you needs to stay here and take care of her,” Danny said, rolling his eyes in disgust as Greg’s partner managed to shove Greg back inside and took off. “She should be watched by someone that knows her,” he said, stressing the point that he was a fucking stranger.
“Looks like you’re doing a good job,” Greg said, scrambling to get back to the front door.
“You’re really going to leave your girlfriend with a stranger?” Danny said in disgust, wondering why women like Tinkerbelle settled for losers like-
“We had you checked out before she signed the lease, Sergeant. We know she’s in good hands,” Greg said, taking him by surprise even as the coward backed up, licking his lips nervously. “I-I just can’t go through this again. Not after the last time,” he said, shaking his head and sounding terrified seconds before he turned around and made a run for it, leaving Danny standing in the middle of the hallway with Tinkerbelle in his arms.
“Fucking cowards,” he spat out in disgust.
“Fucking cowards,” his unwanted load repeated back with a sigh that had him rolling his eyes and wondering just how long it would take for the Benadryl to do its thing and knock Tinkerbelle out.
10:34 P.M.
“Stop squirming,” Danny said, not bothering to open his eyes as he shifted his head so that he was once again resting comfortably on her stomach.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Jodi said with what sounded like a cute little pout, something that normally would have had his lips twitching in amusement, but not tonight. Not after the last two hours of hell that she’d put him through.
“You’re lying,” Danny pointed out, ninety-five percent sure that she was lying and not really caring if he was wrong.
For the past two hours, this small woman had been driving him out of his fucking mind. She’d made a total of twenty-two escape attempts, three of them successful since she’d managed to get out the door before he could grab her and drag her back inside. She’d set a fire, unintentionally, flooded his bathroom, started a fist fight between him and two of his cousins, got the police called on them a total of nine times, accidentally kneed him in the balls three times, and now, he was starving, cranky, exhausted, and all he wanted to do was to get a little sleep before he had to get up at the crack of dawn and start a job that he didn’t want.
“I’m hungry,” Jodi said, deciding to try a different tactic.
“Too bad,” Danny said, forcing himself not to care that she might be starving. It was either that or take the chance of her slamming his balls into his stomach again as she raced for the door, but not for work this time. Oh, no, Tinkerbelle was no longer worried about being late for work. Her new mission in life was getting to Dunkin Donuts and buying a double-chocolate donut. The woman apparently had a craving for a baked treat and was willing to do anything to get it, even turning him into a eunuch.
“Fine,” Jodi said, sighing heavily as she went back to running her fingers through his hair, something that he was not enjoying. He wasn’t, not at all. It sure as hell wasn’t calming something deep inside of him that he couldn’t name and making him doze off. It was-
“Are we having sex?” she suddenly asked, startling the hell out of him enough to make him open his eyes and raise his head so that he could glare down at the woman that was going to drive him to drink.
“Does it feel like we’re having sex?” Danny demanded, even though he’d already learned a couple of hours ago that Tinkerbelle on Benadryl was incapable of having a rational discussion.
She squished up her face in thought before she shrugged and admitted, “I’ve never been able to tell.”
He should just close his eyes, drop his head back on her stomach, and use his weight to keep her pinned to the couch and out of trouble, but instead, he found himself asking, “How could you not know if you’re having sex?”
“Jerry was really small,” Jodi said with a shrug like it was no big deal. “I couldn’t feel anything.”
For a moment, he was too stunned to say anything, but she didn’t seem to have that problem. Nope, not Tinkerbelle.
“I don’t think he knew what he was doing either,” Jodi said, scrunching her face up in thought before she admitted, “Granted, he was the only one that I’d ever been with, but I don’t think sex is supposed to be boring. I’m also pretty sure that I should have felt something,” she said so matter-of-factly that he knew that she wasn’t being a vindictive ex-girlfriend, eager to trash her ex.
“I…” Danny started to say, but his words trailed off as his mind latched onto all the things that he would love to do to Tinkerbelle and she would damn well feel everything that he did to her.
“I don’t think he knew how to use his fingers or tongue either because-”
