Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,62

Devin decided on a groan as he slid his hand between her legs and-

“Did…did you forget to shut the television off?”

Chapter 29

“Oh, my god that would look so good in the kitchen,” Charlie whispered softly as she glanced at the closed bathroom door, wondering if the coast was clear yet.

Maybe she should check? Charlie thought as she sat there, staring at the door for another minute before reluctantly placing the magazine that she’d read three times already down on the floor next to the tub only to pick it up again and dog-ear the page since she felt that Devin should build her a new kitchen cart to make up for this. Not that she was actually mad at him, because she wasn’t. No, what she wanted was a new kitchen cart to keep the mixing bowls and baking items within reach to make it easier for the kids to help her cook.

As quietly as she could, Charlie slowly climbed out of the tub and tiptoed her way to the bathroom door, wincing and cringing every inch of the way until she was standing in front of the door, listening for any signs of life coming from the other side. When they’d realized that they had company, Devin had mouthed, “I’ll be right back,” pulled his clothes on, and disappeared while she’d finished getting dressed as she debated her options only to realize that she really didn’t have any.

For a while, she stood there, staring at the door, waiting for him to come back and tell her that the coast was clear only to end up testing out various spots in the bathroom, searching for the most comfortable spot to wait. That had ended with her searching for something to do to combat boredom when it became obvious that he wasn’t coming back.

When she didn’t hear anything, Charlie slowly, ever so slowly, opened the bathroom door and peeked out the door to find all three Bradfords passed out on the bed. Lightweights, she thought, shaking her head in disgust as she quickly, yet quietly, made her way to the bedroom door and once she was there…

She moved her ass.

She was downstairs and in her apartment less than a minute later. Deciding to call it a night, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed a second time that night before shutting the lights off and crawling into her bed, thankful that she could sleep in today. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she closed her eyes, pulled her blankets up to her shoulders and wondered if she should be concerned that someone was crawling into her bed.

Probably, Charlie thought as she felt that large arm wrap around her and pull her back against the man that she was no longer speaking to.

“I’m sorry,” came the apology that had her pointedly looking at the wall.

“Are you mad?” Devin asked the question that he should already know the answer to so she folded her arms over her chest and continued to glare straight ahead.

There was a heavy sigh and then…

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to find out about us yet, Charlie.”

“I’m not mad about that,” she said with a snort of disgust.

There was a pause and then…

“Is this about the snacks?” Devin asked and she swore that she could actually feel his wince in the dark.

“You’re damn right I’m pissed about the snacks,” she snapped, deciding that this didn’t count as talking to him.

“I can explain,” he rushed to say, but it was too late and they both knew it.

“You made root beer floats and s’mores and you didn’t think that you should sneak some of it into me?” Charlie demanded as she commenced with the glaring.

“Charlie, I-”

“Don’t. Just don’t,” she said with a sniffle even as she made a mental note to run to the store in the morning and pick up stuff for root beer floats and s’mores.

“Baby, I really tried,” Devin said as the arm wrapped around her pulled her over onto her back.

“No, you didn’t,” she said, pointedly looking away as he placed his hand on her stomach.

“What if I promised to make it up to you?” he suggested in an incredibly sexy whisper that had her licking her lips.

“I’m not talking to you,” Charlie said, ensuring that he understood exactly how mad she was with him.

“I see,” he murmured as that hand on her stomach began heading south, pausing only long enough to slide beneath her panties as she