Page 32 of Craving Her
“I’m calling you Joker,” she grumbles as she bends down to step into those damn boxers.
“You’re testing me, Peaches.”
“Ask me if I care?” she snaps, rolling her damn eyes at me.
She continues to put on the fucking things. I don’t know how she manages it, but she gets them on without letting me see a thing—which is damn disappointing. “Skylar,” I snarl. “Take those fucking things off. I don’t want something that has been against another man’s cock touching your pussy.”
“It’s not like I pulled them out of a man’s hamper and put them on while they were dirty. They’re freshly laundered and smell like those Downy Unstoppable thingies.”
“Unstoppable thingies?”
“Yeah, they’re scent boosters you add to your laundry to make your clothes smell good. My favorite is the Tide one. The cap is orange. I’m addicted to the way they smell.”
“I never realized how weird you are,” I murmur.
“And I never knew how big of an asshole you are,” she snarks. “So, I guess we’re even.”
“You need to take those off. I’ve warned you I’m a jealous man. You’re pushing me too far.”
“I’m not getting in a bed with you without being completely covered. It’s just not happening. So, you’re going to have to suck it up. Besides, I would have thought after a sample of what I can do to you, you’d insist that I stay far away from you.”
“Actually, I’m fucking proud that my old lady can defend herself so well. My world isn’t exactly as safe and boring as thatPrairieshow. It means you can take care of yourself, and I happen to really like that.”
“You and I will never work, Joker.”
“Torin,” I correct. “And it will. At least it will if you quit trying to turn me into a damn eunuch.”
“Oh well, if that’s all it takes to get you to leave me alone, baby cakes, get ready for round two.”
“Try it, if you’re ready for payback.”
“Payback?” she squeaks.
“Oh, yeah,” I hum. “I can think of hours and hours of fun I can have using your body to heal every wound you’ve inflicted on mine.”
“You’re insane.”
“Don’t worry, Skylar. I’ll make you enjoy it all—at least after some initial pain. I’m pretty sure you’ll even enjoy that part, though.”
“I’m really worried about your sanity, Torin.”
I grin because I don’t think she realizes she slipped up on calling me Joker. The woman has no idea who she’s trying to tangle with. I’m going to have fun making sure she realizes it. Although, by then, it will be much too late. She’ll already be tied to me.
“Quit trying to piss me off, woman. Come get in bed and let’s crash. We have a lot of shit to figure out, and I need to call your dad and let him know you’re safe.”
“I’ll get in bed on one condition,” she qualifies.
“What kind of condition?” I ask, intrigued.
“I’m getting in bed with these babies on, and you will not say shit about it,” she announces proudly, lifting my T-shirt to reveal the brown-colored boxers. She’s repeatedly rolled up the waistband to make them smaller.
“Fine, now get over here and get in bed. I’ve had a long ass day and I’m tired. We can sleep and fight again tomorrow.”
“Well, at least you know we’ll be fighting.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I admit freely.
She eyes me suspiciously, but lets out a sigh, and climbs on the bed. There are four pillows on the bed—two of which are currently under my head. She takes one of them and places it between us, despite the fact the bed could hold another person between us. Which, by the way, will never happen. Skylar will sleep by me and me alone from this night on. I don’t tell her that. I don’t want her to give me shit again. I really am tired.