Page 189 of Relentles
“Help me to dress, Dee,” she said, breaking through his torture-before-death evaluation of her body. “I’m a baby, right? As I recall, you’ve dressed me on occasion.” She licked her lips. “I need help tonight. I’m too tired to do it on my own.”
“You’re going to get me fucking killed,” he managed.
Her gaze dropped to his erection. The one he was trying his damnedest to ignore. It made him feel so fucking low.
She smirked at him. “You want me.”
“You have…you’re gorgeous, Rebel. My cock isn’t hard foryou. It’s turned on by your beautiful body.”
It shouldn’t matter because that beautiful body was still underaged. If he hacked his dick off, it would save Uncle Chris from the task.
“I know you used to be in charge of the Bobs.” She stepped closer, ran a finger down his chest. Even though he wore a T-shirt, her touch still burned him. “You still have your dick sucked by them and Diana behind Tabi Cat’s back.”
Fuck him, but her words hardened him further.
“Teach me to suck your cock.”
His knees weakened.
“You think I don’t know about fucking?” she pressed, relentless in her desire to torture him. “Once, I overheard May and Gurly talking about why men like anal sex so much.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Rebel, stop,” he begged, unable to escape her without brushing against her body.
“The ass is a tighter fit. That’s what May said.”
“God, stop! Stop! You’re fucking killing me. Move, so I can get out of here.”
“No.”
“Do you want me to die? Do you hate me that much?”
“I don’t hate you at all, Diesel. You’re a fucking idiot, but I love you.”
“You’re too young to know about love,” he said, ignoring her labeling him an ‘idiot’. “You’re too young to fuck. I’ll bet you aren’t even on birth control.”
She shrugged. “Don’t come in me. Pull out.”
Diesel choked and would’ve dropped the bottles of beer if she hadn’t snatched them from him.
Finally, she backed away, sat one of the bottles on the coffee table, opened the other, and swigged. Diesel didn’t move. She was still too close and his cock was painfully hard. He’d take a cold shower. It was bad enough he’d gotten an erection. He refused to add to the travesty by rubbing one out as he remembered her nudity.
“Do you know why I called you an asshole in the hallway?” She drank more beer.
Hands trembling, Diesel snatched his bottle, opened it, and swallowed half the contents in a couple of gulps. “I brought up Tabitha having a baby and it made you jealous.”
“Ha! I have more important things to worry about other than that bitch.You’rethe fucking asshole because you’re allowing her to sink her claws into you deeper. If you two separate and she has your baby, you will be connected to her for the rest of your life, fuckhead.”
“It’s my fucking life. Don’t concern yourself with it.”
She stiffened, anger blanketing her face and flushing her body. “Drop the fucking Caldwell name, dick, and I’ll say fuck that bitch and you with her. As long as you’re a Caldwell,youractions jeopardizeourfamily.”
He scowled at her, but had no response, so he said, “Put some fucking clothes on.”
“I’ll get a robe if you promise not to leave.”
He started toward her, then stopped. Unsure if he wanted to kill her or—fuck her soul—kiss her, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Hating himself and sick to his stomach, he stumbled to the sofa and sat, guzzling the remainder of his beer.
A moment later, she returned. The blue satin robe made her eyes even more outstanding. She sat in one of the overstuffed chairs at each end of the coffee table. It relieved him that she hadn’t planted herself next to him on the sofa.
