Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,71

Devin asked as he knelt down in front of her.

“I’m weak?” she mumbled absently as she watched Devin lean forward and-

“Definitely weak,” Charlie freely admitted when she felt his tongue slide between her slit.

“Try again,” Devin said with another slow swipe of his tongue.

“Ummm, I’m still not really sure what happened. We were heading to the post office and then there was talk of fluffiness and I was finding out just how expensive hay was,” she mumbled somewhat incoherently as one hand found the edge of the counter and held on tightly as the other started running her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep doing that thing with his tongue that was making it really difficult to focus.

“And you’re not going to do it again, are you?” Devin said, tearing a “No!” from her seconds later when he slid his tongue inside her as she shook her head because she’d definitely learned her lesson.

Chapter 33

Four Months Later…

“This isn’t happening,” Devin said, taking a moment to close his eyes and slowly exhale, hoping, praying really, that when he opened his eyes that this would all end up being a bad dream.

It wasn’t.

“I had to feed Bradford,” Abbi, who was covered from head to toe in pancake batter said with a helpless shrug as the large German Shepard covered in pancake batter that failed the police academy because of his love of snuggles and who had managed to break Charlie in less than two minutes with a whimper, leaned over and swiped his tongue over Abbi’s face, cleaning a small section of her skin.

“What was wrong with the breakfast I made him?” Devin demanded with a glare, daring her to even suggest that he didn’t take good care of the dog that he’d decided was his.

“He deserves deliciousness,” Abbi said, folding her batter-covered arms over her chest so that she could glare up at him.

“And that’s exactly what I gave him,” Devin said, matching the move with a pointed look at the large metal bowl that Bradford was currently licking clean.

“He’s only trying to spare your feelings,” Abbi said with a disappointed glare at the dog that was going to need a bath, too.

“I’m an excellent cook,” Devin bit out.

“Then explain last night’s dinner,” she said, looking really fucking smug for someone wearing Doc McStuffins pajamas.

“It was delicious,” Devin said with a look that dared her to argue.

“Really? Then explain why Bradford refused to eat any,” Abbi said, cocking a brow in question.

Nodding, Devin said, “We are no longer speaking.”

“I miss Charlie,” Dustin mumbled sadly from where Devin placed him in an attempt to keep him clean so that he wouldn’t have to give him a bath as well.

“I know you do, buddy,” Devin said, only to bite back a sigh when Biscuits, the asshole kitten that the kids had conned Charlie into getting last week, decided to climb up his leg.

“When is Charlie coming home?” Dustin asked as Devin leaned over and carefully extracted the kitten from hell off his leg and put him down. No sooner had the psychotic little kitten’s paw touched the floor when Bradford’s ears perked up and he decided to try to inspect the kitten again, earning a hiss and a swipe before Biscuits raced beneath the cart that he’d built for Charlie, to hide.

“Bradford, you’re being naughty,” Abbi said.

“Friday night,” Devin said as he found himself glancing at the clock again and bit back a sigh.

God, he fucking missed her.

For the past couple of months, she’d been hitting lectures, going to conventions, and taking online courses every week and he…

Couldn’t complain since whatever she was doing was helping Bradford Creations. Over the past few months, Charlie had managed to double Bradford Creations’ following on social media and they now had more orders than they could keep up with. He’d hired five more full-time employees, had enough orders to keep Bradford Creations busy for a very long time, and that didn’t seem to be enough for Charlie.

She was determined to learn everything there was to know about online marketing. While she helped the kids with their homework, she was reading articles. When she made dinner, she listened to podcasts and audio books. After the kids went to bed, she spent a few hours in her office working while he did the same upstairs. But once they were done…

She was all his.

They’d learned pretty early on that this wasn’t going to be easy because of the kids, but they’d figured out a way to make