“I could fuck you all day,” he said against her lips, knowing exactly what that would do to her.
She moaned as her grip tightened around his hand. He deepened the kiss as he continued to slowly thrust inside her, his finger matching the rhythm of his thrust as he took his frustration out on the infuriating woman that refused to put him out of his fucking misery and marry him.
“My turn,” she said, allowing him one last thrust before she pulled away slowly, making him groan as his cock slid free.
After six years, he knew what she wanted and had no problem giving it to her. He brushed his lips against hers one last time before he moved back and sat up. He reached over and cupped her ass as she rolled over onto her stomach. By the time that she raised her ass up in the air he was already moving behind her and entering her.
Leaning over her, he pressed a kiss against her spine, on her shoulder and on her neck as he pulled back and slid back inside her. She felt fantastic, absolutely fucking fantastic, he thought as he placed his hands over hers and entwined their fingers.
“Move in with me,” he said, pushing inside her only to pull back quickly, hoping that it was enough to distract her into agreeing to his plans.
“No,” she said, panting as she turned her head in silent demand.
Chuckling, because honestly this woman was going to be the death of him, he leaned down and gave her what she wanted as he slowly pulled out, groaning against her mouth as he noted how wet she was, and pushed back inside. She was so damn stubborn, but that was okay, because he would do whatever it took, no matter how long it took, to have her.
“Then spend the day with me,” he said against her mouth, noting the exact moment that she went still beneath him.
“Ummm, I can’t,” she said quickly as she tried to entice him with a wiggle and a kiss that had him groaning and forcing himself to remain still, because he knew without a doubt that she was hiding something from him.
Chapter 2
“On your back,” Darrin whispered, pressing a kiss just below her ear and making her wince.
Damn it!
He knew!
“This is fine,” she said quickly, daring a glance behind her, wondering if she could make it to the door before he could stop her.
“On. Your. Back,” he whispered again, stressing every word and letting her know that there was no escape.
Not for her.
“This is good for me,” she said, sounding hopeful.
“You have ten seconds, Marybeth.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” she lied, squeezing her eyes shut as she swallowed nervously.
“Why don’t I believe you?” he asked as he slowly pulled out until the tip was at her entrance.
“Because you have trust issues,” she pointed out, discreetly pushing back and trying to force him back inside in an attempt to distract him and because she’d been enjoying herself damn it!
“Marybeth,” he said sighing her name heavily as he pulled out the rest of the way and flipped her over onto her back.
Before she could even consider trying to argue her way to freedom, he was running his very talented tongue between her slit. “Oh, God…”
“What’s going on, Marybeth?” he asked as he leisurely licked her.
“Ummmm, nothing,” she mumbled, licking her lips hungrily as she tried to resist him.
“Try again,” he said, settling more firmly between her legs, getting comfortable, which was not a good sign.
It meant that he was planning on stretching this out for as long as it took to get what he wanted. She couldn’t do this. Not after the last time. She’d barely survived. She also hadn’t been able to talk for two days after that since the bastard hadn’t stopped until long after she’d lost the ability to scream his name.
“Please, Darrin,” she said, moaning his name as she spread her legs and reached down to run her fingers through his hair as he continued to lick her out.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he said, pausing to flick the tip of his tongue over her clit.
“N-nothing,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as she tried to roll her hips and force his tongue inside her, but the bastard wasn’t having that.
He kept her hips on the bed and kept leisurely licking her, hitting all the right spots and driving her out of her mind, but it wasn’t enough to send her over the edge.
“Just tell me what I want to know, Marybeth.”
“There’s nothing to tell!”
A long, drawn out sigh was his response as he tilted his head and gently suckled her clit, momentarily robbing her of her ability to breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something, anything else to distract herself from what he was doing, but he refused to grant her a reprieve. He flicked his tongue over her clit before he traced a path down to her core and slid his tongue inside her.
“There’s nothing!” she practically cried even though he hadn’t asked her another question. At this point it wasn’t really necessary, because they both knew that he would keep going until she told him what he wanted to know.
He felt so damn good….so…good……..
“Please, Darrin!” she begged, moaning and whimpering when he kept licking her, bringing her to the edge and-
Pulling back to trace her slit again.
“You…son of a bitch!” she said, gasping and trying to shift away from him.
She couldn’t tell him where she was going.
She just couldn’t.
“Oh, God!” she screamed, her back bowing off the bed as he slid his tongue back inside her and brought her right back to the edge. Just as she felt her orgasm building to the point of no return he pulled back.
“I hate you!” she gasped, releasing her hold on his hair to reach back and grab the headboard in a useless attempt to pull away from him, but he wasn’t letting her go.
“No,” he simply said, “you don’t.”
No, she really didn’t, but at moments like this she really wished that she did.
“I can stop this at any time,” he said, pulling back just far enough to gently blow cool air on her over-sensitized clit.
“Then stop it now!”
“Not until you tell me what I want to know,” he said, leaning back in to press a kiss between the two spots that craved his attention the most.
“I can’t!”
A lick.
“Tell me.”
“No!”
Another long, leisurely lick had her licking her lips and moaning, as her body was once again brought to the edge only to leave her groaning as he moved away, leaving her on the cusp of a powerful orgasm. Her body trembled as he started all over again, she couldn’t take this, couldn’t do this. He’d find out eventually. She knew that he would. It had been useless to try and keep this from him and foolish.
When she felt his tongue slowly move between her slit, she gave in, unable to take anymore.
“I’m meeting Zoe,” she admitted before releasing a moan of pleasure as he rewarded her with a finger.
“Where?” he asked, sliding his thick finger inside her as he slowly moved up her body.
He continued to lazily finger her as he slowly kissed his way to one breast where he took her nipple between his lips and suckled. When he pulled back, he allowed his teeth to gently slide over her nipple, earning a gasp of pleasure.
“Where are you meeting her?” he asked as he moved up her body the rest of the way and smoothly removed his finger, replacing it with his hard shaft. He slid inside her as he kissed her cheek.
“At an agreed upon location?” she said, hoping that it would be enough to get him to finish what he’d started and forget about what she’d said, but unfortunately, for her, it wasn’t.
“Where?” he asked, kissing her other cheek as he slowly pulled back until the tip of his cock was the only thing left inside her and stayed that way.
He wouldn’t…….
Oh, God, who the hell was she kidding? He would definitely start th
is torture all over again if that’s what it took to make her talk. When he sighed heavily and moved to pull the rest of the way out, she quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him, desperate to keep him where he was.
“An amusement park!” she rushed out, uncaring at the moment that she’d just sealed her fate.
He chuckled as he pushed back inside her. She started to sigh in relief when the bastard took her by surprise and suddenly pulled out.
“What are you doing?” she asked, making a mad grab for him as he started to kiss his way back down her body.
“Getting started on your punishment.”
“Oh no,” she mumbled even as she managed to turn over, scramble off the bed and-
Scream in pleasure when he caught up to her and took her to the floor where he dished out her punishment for the next two hours.
*-*-*-*
“Still not talking to me?”
“Rot in hell,” Marybeth said, taking a sip of her soda as she walked away from him.
“Come on,” Darrin said, quickening his pace to catch up with her, “you know that you’re happy that I came.”
“No, not really,” she said with a tiny shake of her head as she walked past the games lined up on either side of them.
“You’ll have more fun with me,” he pointed out, wondering if she was still pissed that he’d told Trevor about Zoe’s betrayal.
She shot him a glare as she kept walking, probably hoping that he wouldn’t notice that she was walking away from all the fun rides. “How exactly am I supposed to have more fun with you when I came here to have fun with the kids?”
“Because you hate children,” he decided to remind her.
“No, I don’t,” the stubborn woman said as he reached down and relieved her of her soda.
He chuckled as he finished off her soda and tossed it in a trashcan as they walked past it. “Yes, you do.”
“Then explain why I invited them this weekend instead of you?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow in challenge.
“Simple, you don’t like going to places like this by yourself and,” he said, grinning because he simply couldn’t help himself, “because you knew that I would dare you to get your beautiful ass on one of the rollercoasters.”
“You bastard!” she gasped, quickening her pace until she was almost running through the crowd, but she couldn’t run fast enough to get out of earshot before he took it to the next level.
“I double dare you.”
Chapter 3
Please don’t let her be tall enough….
Please don’t let her be tall enough…..
Please don’t-
“You’re in line one,” the guy controlling the ride said, gesturing for her to get in line one and destroying her hopes that she wouldn’t be allowed on this ride.
Swallowing nervously, Marybeth forced her feet to take her the rest of the way. Less than thirty seconds later, she found herself standing in the first line with Darrin whistling a cheerful tune behind her.
“It could be worse,” he pointed out as she stood there, watching the roller coaster that she would most likely die on today race through a loop.
“Shut up.”
He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him. “I could have double dared you to ride every rollercoaster in the park, twice.”
And he still could, she reminded herself as she stood there and accepted the comfort that he was offering her. As she watched the car full of screaming people race up another incline and-
She realized that she really was going to die today.
“I still could,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
“Could what?” she asked, struggling to focus on what he was saying, but it was difficult with all that screaming.
“I could still double dare you to ride all the rollercoasters,” he whispered seductively in her ear.
“And I could kill you in your sleep,” she said, making the bastard chuckle.
“You could…” he said, letting his words trail off with a chuckle.
“I hate you.”
“I’m feeling another double dare coming on.”
Sighing in defeat. “I wish that I’d never let you talk me into playing this game in the first place.”
“You were the one that started this game,” he said, lying his Bradford ass off.
She scoffed at that, because if there was one thing that she was sure of, it was that this game that neither one of them had the good sense to stop playing was all his fault. She was just the idiot that couldn’t stop playing, and she really wished that she could stop, but she just couldn’t. Not when she got such joy out of double daring his ass into doing something ten times worse than the dares that he gave her.
“Perhaps I should refresh your memory?” he suggested as he brushed his lips along her jawline while she watched with dread as the now empty car rolled slowly towards them, signaling her doom. “I believe we were eight when you double dared me for the first time.”
She snorted at that even as she leaned back, savoring his touch. “You double dared me the first day that we met.”
“Yes, but you were the one that decided to make it a game.”
She opened her mouth to argue, only to shut her eyes with a pathetic groan as she sagged back against him in defeat, because he was right. The reason that she was now standing in line, patiently awaiting her death was her own fault.
“You dared me to eat a big bowl of worms and dirt mixed with that moldy white stuff that we found in the back of your mother’s fridge,” he reminded her just as the empty car came to a stop in front them, presenting her with the very first row.
“You could have said no,” she muttered as the small gate blocking her way slowly opened.
“I could have,” he agreed, sounding thoughtful before he added, “but then I’d miss moments like this.”
“I hate you,” she mumbled, swallowing nervously and sending up a silent prayer as she once again forced her feet to take her where she didn’t want to be.
“You love me,” he said, chuckling as he helped her step inside the car.
“No, I really do hate you,” she said solemnly with a nod as she closed her eyes and waited to be reunited with Porky, her beloved hamster that died when she was four after she may have given him a huge slice of double chocolate fudge birthday cake.
Darrin’s long-suffering sigh as he buckled her in made her want to kick the bastard, but that would require her to open her eyes and she refused to do that until she was back on solid ground again.
“You hate me?” he asked as she registered the sounds of the harness being lowered.
“Yes!” she hissed, hating him with every fiber of her being at that moment even as she blindly reached out and grabbed his hand, deciding that if she was going to die then she was going to do it holding the hand of the bastard that she loved.
“Then I guess I have no other choice,” he said, sounding putout and instantly putting her on the defense.
Her eyes flew open as she turned her head to face him. “Darrin, don’t do-”
“I double dare you,” the bastard said, cutting her off and sealing his fate, because if she survived this day, which wasn’t looking likely, she was going to kill him!
*-*-*-*
“Separate rooms,” Marybeth mumbled, still looking a tad bit green.
“We have two rooms on the second flo-”
Darrin cut her off by holding up a hand. “One room is fine.”
“Two…,” Marybeth said, pausing to close her eyes as she noticeably swallowed, “please.”
The woman working behind the desk sent him a questioning look. “Would you like one room or two, sir?”
“One,” he said and when Marybeth opened her mouth to try to get out of spending the night in his arms, he slapped his hand over her mouth and stressed, “Just one room.”
She glanced at Marybeth, but when Marybeth didn’t say anything, mostly because she was too busy trying to
slap his hand away, the woman focused back on her computer screen. “I have a queen, two doubles and a king with-”
“We’ll take the king,” he said, cutting her off, hoping to rush this along before Marybeth-
“Ow!” he snapped, pulling his hand away and trying shake off the sting as he glared down at the small woman that adored him. “Stop pinching me!”
“We,” she said, practically seething with rage, “are no longer speaking.”
“Shhh, it’s okay, darling. I know that you really don’t mean it,” he said in his most condescending tone as he reached over and petted her on the head, loving the way that her face turned bright red with rage.
She opened her mouth, probably to call him an asshole, but all she managed to get out was a choking sound, her rage too strong to form a coherent word at this point.
Not that he could blame her.
He really couldn’t.
As he pulled out his wallet and handed over his ID and credit card, he couldn’t help but wonder if daring her to go on the elevator drop ride five times in a row after she ate that hot dog had been too much. When she reached past him and took the keycard from the desk clerk and stormed off, leaving him to carry her bag and follow after her, he decided that she was just being unreasonably cranky.
*-*-*-*
“Trevor and Zoe took the kids home,” Darrin said as he walked into the small bathroom and leaned back against the counter.
“I thought they were staying overnight,” she said, deciding that she liked the world a whole lot better with her eyes closed.
Yeah, keeping her eyes closed was definitely the way to go, she decided when the world stopped spinning and shaking. She slowly exhaled, willing the dizziness and nausea that had been plaguing her since she stumbled off that first rollercoaster to go away. She lowered herself in the tub and draped the wet facecloth over her eyes.
“Yes, well,” Darrin said, chuckling, “it seems that they have their hands full with the kids double daring each other to do something incredibly stupid every five minutes.”
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