Page 19 of Demon with Benefits (Hell Bent #3)

Instead, he blew out a breath. “That’s a relief. I thought you were going to get all obsessed with me like other women do.”

Ew. He was such a dick. And if he’d been looking for a way to make her feel confident about her decision to keep this casual, he had found it. “You’re a bastard.”

He shrugged. “You want ice cream?”

She blinked. “It’s the middle of winter.”

“And ice cream is never not good. Eva and Lily got me hooked on it.”

“Um, sure. Why not.”

He stood. “I’ll go to the dep and get some. We can eat it while we watch another zombie movie. And then we’ll fuck some more. And I’m gonna crash here tonight ’cause I want to fuck in the morning too. Sound good?”

Her mouth hung open as she stared at him. A million furious retorts raced through her mind. The audacity! How dare he assume I rearrange my life to suit his whims—

“Sure.”

She mentally smacked herself. The problem was, his plan sounded great. She wanted more of him, and ice cream sounded pretty good too. Maybe she would “accidentally” smear some on his abs so she could lick her way down south.

He grinned like he knew her thoughts. She tried to reconcile that easygoing smile with the tortured look she’d seen a minute ago and couldn’t do it. It was like he’d become a completely different person.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Unless you wanna come with?”

“In this blizzard? I’m good.”

“’Kay. You got smokes or should I pick some up?”

She groaned. He was going to be a terrible influence on her, she just knew it. “No. I quit.”

“Good for you.” His gaze ran up and down her naked body. “You’d better be exactly where I left you when I get back.” And then he winked. “See you soon, babycakes.”

He strode naked from the room while she feasted her eyes upon the sexiest ass she’d ever seen—one side covered in Sheolic script, the other a continuation of the freaky grim-reaper-like creature tattooed up his thigh.

“I told you to stop with the pet names,” she called out to him.

“Sure thing, sweet cheeks.”

Iris woke to the buzzing of her phone across the nightstand, and she groaned. It was way too early for phone calls. She didn’t care who it was, she wasn’t answering it.

“Turn it off,” a deep voice grumbled in her ear.

That was when she became aware of the hot male body pressed up against her from behind, and the hard cock shoved between her thighs. Then she remembered everything that had happened the night before.

He’d come back with ice cream and cigarettes. She’d totally caved like an idiot and smoked one with him before they climbed into bed to eat ice cream and watch Shaun of the Dead .

A tiny grin curved her mouth when she remembered Meph laughing. Damn it, he was so obnoxious. His laugh was obscenely loud. He had no sense of personal boundaries and had been sprawled all over her bed, stealing ice cream from her bowl whenever he felt like it.

She’d wanted to be annoyed at him, but the truth was, his ridiculous good-naturedness was kind of infectious. They’d had fun. Relaxed, easy fun—the most she remembered having in a long time.

Even stranger, they hadn’t had sex again. Once they’d both started to fall asleep, she’d turned off her laptop and they’d brushed their teeth—she’d found an unopened toothbrush in the cupboard for Meph—and then they’d passed out.

And now, apparently, it was morning. And her phone was still buzzing.

She reached out blindly to the nightstand to grab it, only to find that it wasn’t there. And to realize a moment later that the buzzing was coming from the other nightstand, on Meph’s side.

“It’s not even my phone,” she groused. “It’s yours.”

“Fuck,” was his reply, and damn if his gravely morning voice wasn’t sexy as hell.

He rolled over and grabbed it. She expected him to just silence the call, but he actually answered it, sitting up and sliding his legs over the edge of the bed. Iris lay still with her back to him and pretended to be asleep when she was really just eavesdropping.

“S’up, Jacqui?... Nah, you didn’t wake me, it’s all good.”

Um, yes, she did.

“Oh, cool. Did the resin set okay?”

Resin? What was he talking about?

“Nice. How’s it going with your creepy hand?”

What?

There was a pause. “You’re going to start over again? But you already—” Another pause. “Fair enough. Honestly, I liked the original. But what’s really going on? ’Cause I know you didn’t just call to tell me that.”

There was another long pause, and then Meph said, “Shit. So you talked to him, then? He’s going to kill me, you know. He’s going to stab me again, and this time he’ll make it stick. Thanks a lot.”

What the hell?

“I’ll come by as soon as I’ve had some food and we can talk—Ah shit, you don’t have to cook for me, Jacks. But you know I won’t say no. I won’t tell Bel if you don’t. ’Kay. See you.”

He hung up and yawned, stretching his arms overhead and giving Iris a delectable view of his back.

“Who’s Jacqui?” she asked sleepily, totally faking that she hadn’t been awake and listening to the entire conversation.

“Eva’s mom.”

Iris rubbed her eyes. It was not what she’d expected him to say. She opened her mouth to speak—presumably to ask why he’d been talking about creepy hands and being stabbed—but he beat her to it.

“I gotta go.”

She glared at his back while he busied himself on his phone, angry for no apparent reason. What was the deal with Eva’s mom? And why did Iris care? She should be glad he was leaving.

He took up all the space in her bed and had stolen the covers in the night. He’d snored until she elbowed him repeatedly. Poor Faust had been forced to sleep on his doggy bed in the living room because there wasn’t room between them. Grimalkin had been hiding under the sofa since last night.

Iris forced her tone to be nonchalant and said, “Fine, but you told me you were staying over because you wanted to fuck in the morning. I put up with you all night, and I don’t even get my reward? Frankly, I’m a little disappointed.”

He tossed his phone on the nightstand and twisted around on the bed, so she stretched her arms overhead in a languid stretch, exposing her breasts from beneath the blankets. Yeah, two could play at that game.

“You wanna fuck?” He started to smile. “Well, then. Who am I to deny the lady what she wants?” He crawled across the mattress until he was beside her and then ripped the blankets off her body with a dramatic flourish.

“Cold!” Immediately, she curled into the fetal position. “It’s way too cold for that! Give me the covers back.”

He responded by balling the blankets up and tossing them off the bed completely. “Spread your legs.”

“Not until you give me back the fucking blankets!” There was nothing worse than having one’s warm covers ripped away first thing in the morning. Especially in winter. It was an unforgivable crime.

He responded by scooting back, grabbing her knees, and forcing her legs apart. Her core spread wide to the cold air, and she lurched upright, fighting against his grip to close her legs, covering herself with her hands. “Meph, what the hell!”

His eyes narrowed dangerously, but there was a glint of mischievousness there. He wanted to play. “Lie down and spread your legs.”

“No way. I’m freezing cold and I want my— Eep !” The undignified squeak came out of her as he transferred his grip to her hips and then flipped her. He actually flipped her like she weighed as much as a pillow, and she landed on her stomach, her breath whooshing out on impact.

He spanked her ass. Hard.

Worse, she moaned.

“I told you to spread your legs.”

Oh, hell, she had not expected him to pull this kind of shit. “Meph—”

He spanked her again, and she moaned again. Damn her. “Spread them.”

She did. She actually obeyed his command, pushing her legs as far apart as she could in the awkward face-first-in-the-pillows position. He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Go on your knees. I wanna see that pussy right in my face.”

Damn it, she should not be into this. And she definitely shouldn’t give in to his demands. He was already smug enough. If she gave him this, she’d never hear the end of it.

Except, by the time she finished having those thoughts, she was already on her knees, her legs spread, her ass up in the air and her face pressed into the pillows.

He groaned and swore again, proving she wasn’t the only one turned on by this, so at least there was that. The cold air on her exposed core should have made her feel embarrassed, but it was the opposite. Her inner muscles clenched and wetness seeped out as if begging him to fill her.

Two big palms landed on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, and they both moaned. She twisted around a little without changing her position, wanting to see what he was doing. A second later, a hot, slippery tongue speared her, and she cried out, her fingers clenching in the blankets.

“Fuck, you taste good.” She swore she felt his voice vibrate straight to her clit.

“And you look so fucking sexy spread out for me like this. Fuck.” He spanked her again.

“When I come back later, I want to walk in here and find you waiting for me just like this. Like you’ve been here all day, desperate for my cock to fill you. ”

He was such a dirty bastard, and she should have been appalled, but she wasn’t. Not even close. Especially when his tongue delved between her legs again, the piercing in it flicking against her clit as he tasted the fresh flood of arousal his words had elicited.

“You’re so wet already,” he said between languid strokes. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?”

“Just hurry up and fuck me already,” she growled.

He chuckled and used his thumbs to spread her apart, his big hands still on her ass cheeks. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Meph—” She was way too turned on. Way too revved up. Morning sex was supposed to be awkward and sweaty and a little bit gross. It was not supposed to be an exploration of some latent submissive tendencies she apparently had.