Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,159

and I dig into my purse, retrieving the vibrating device.

My hand freezes and the phone drops to the counter.

It bounces around like my unicorn cock vibrator after I come when I drop it between my legs.

The word Mom flashes from the phone as it shakes along the table.

She’s probably using that sixth sense to know I’m here with Dean. The man I’m certain she’s hired a hitman to kill.

I grab Dean’s shirt from the floor, buttoning it up.

“Don’t go getting dressed.” His groggy voice sends an electric current down my body, like it’s saying I’m ready for more.

Down girl.

I turn to see him in a pair of basketball shorts—bare-chested, hair askew and droopy eyelids. This is my Dean.

“Don’t go thinking you can boss me around.” Sliding my phone off the counter, I drop it back into my purse.

His fingers begin unbuttoning his shirt. “I love you in my clothes, but not tonight.”

Once he’s done, he lets the fabric fall open and his hands run across my stomach, his fingers dangerously close to the area between my legs. “I’m not sure you ever like me dressed.”

My phone vibrates again, and I circle around in his arms.

“Tell me that’s not a guy.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his strong chest. “Worse.”

“Nothing is worse than having to compete with someone, especially when I feel like the deck is stacked against me.” I press my lips to his chest and his hands slide down my back and cup my ass.

“I’m here. Why would you be worried?”

“I had you here once and I lost you.”

“Well then try harder this time.” I smile to break the mood. We do better with funny than emotional.

“I gotta run down and get Grover, but first I’ll feed you.” He smacks my ass, much lighter this time around and then turns to head to the other side of the breakfast bar.

“You’d leave me naked?” I button up his shirt.

“I’d eat my meal off you.” He opens the fridge and grabs two white Chinese boxes. “Lo-Mein and Mongolian beef?” He sets them on the counter and then pulls out two more. “Fried rice and egg rolls.”

“Did you suspect I’d be here?” I round the counter, jumping up on the surface. Chinese food is my favorite.

“You forget, I introduced you to Mongolian beef.”

He has a point. Up until him, I only ate fried rice and egg rolls.

“No one likes a know-it-all.” I crack open a container, and my stomach rumbles. Funny thing is, I like cold Chinese food more than warm.

“Come on, we’ll Netflix and chill with it.” He bundles the containers in his hands, digging out two forks from a sliding drawer.

I grab two waters and follow him to the couch. “I think we already did that.”

He sits down and places the containers on the glass table. “And we’ll be doing it again. Are you sure you don’t want to let me eat off your body?” He winks, and his gaze rolls over me like I’m a six-layer chocolate cake and he’s PMSing.

Just like that, he kick-starts my lady parts into wanting another ride on the Dean Bennett rollercoaster.

“I know it’s none of my business, but who was on the phone?” he asks.

I cozy up and put a blanket over my lap, grabbing the Mongolian beef. It’s been a five-year stretch without it. Too many memories.

“My mom.” My face morphs into the annoyed expression I always wear whenever we’re around each other.

“How is Babs?” He opens a container, grabs the remote.

How my mom doesn’t put the fear in him as it does me baffles me. She went to our apartment after I left and from what I heard from our old neighbors, ripped him a new one. It was the one and only time my mom and I were on the same side.

“She’s the same. Still pissed I didn’t allow her to throw me some elaborate wedding.”

He turns to me, his lips down. “I did apologize to her for that.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that your next one will be huge when you marry the right man.”

I nuzzle into his arm and lay my cheek on his shoulder. “She’s just protective.”

“Uh huh. She was right you did marry the wrong man the first time. But the second time I’ll guarantee you marry the right one.” He clicks on the television and it illuminates the dim room.

It takes me a moment to process his words. “I don’t plan on ever getting married again.”

He doesn’t even look my