Delectable, p.23
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       Delectable, p.23

         Part #9 of Neighbor from Hell series by R. L. Mathewson

  “Yes,” he said, chuckling as he gave her bottom a gentle pat. “Come on.”

  “No,” she said, stubbornly shaking her head, because there was no way in hell that she was getting out of this truck.

  In fact, she was never coming to this grocery store again. She didn’t care that she had two hundred and ninety-seven unused gas points or that they automatically applied coupons. She was going to find another grocery store, somewhere far, far away where she wouldn’t have to risk crossing paths with the little old lady that had Reese grinning, ever again.

  End. Of. Story.

  “Come on, sweetheart.”


  “I thought you wanted me to cook you dinner and serve you in the manner that you’re determined to become accustomed to?” he asked, blinking and making her scowl at the mimicking bastard!

  “Are you going to drive?”

  “Are you ashamed of our love?” he countered.

  “Yes!” she hissed with a glare when he gave her ass another squeeze that was going to get him killed.

  “Are you trying to tell me that you don’t want to go food shopping?” he asked, doing his best to piss her off and it was working, because she was never going to let him touch her again!


  “Oh,” he said, letting his shoulders sag.

  “Can we please just go now?” she damn near begged as she leaned up and risked another glance to find the little old lady gone, which meant that she was in the store and now was the time to haul ass and get out of here while they had a chance.

  “I guess,” he said with a shrug and a heavy sigh as he put the key back in the ignition and-

  “It’s just that I thought you would want to go shopping.”

  “I did!” she snapped, wondering why he wasn’t already throwing the truck in reverse and getting them out of there while he still could.

  “I just thought that you’d want to go food shopping now that your kitchen was done and all,” he said with another shrug as he threw the truck in reverse and-

  She gasped, reached over and threw her door open as she scrambled to sit up. She was out the door a split second later, making a mad dash to the grocery store where she fully planned on putting those automatic coupons to good use.

  Chapter 41

  Perhaps he should have taken her to a different grocery store? he thought with something close to terror as the manager that he’d promised that he was coming back rolled the carriage filled with all the stuff that he’d picked out yesterday to a stop in front of him with a huge smile.

  “I saved your carriage for you, sir,” he said, stepping back and gesturing to the carriage as though he’d somehow just done him a huge favor.

  He really hadn’t, Reese thought, praying that wasn’t a blush creeping up his neck as Kasey, smiling hugely like it was Christmas morning and Santa had brought her everything she’d asked for and more, joined him.

  “What do we have here, Yummy?” she asked, as she reached into the carriage and absently sorted through everything he’d picked out to make last night perfect.

  “Nothing,” he bit out with a glare at the manager, who’d just given the devious woman something to torment him with.

  “It doesn’t look like nothing,” she said with that sexy smile that told him just how much she was enjoying this.

  “It is,” he said, grabbing the carriage and pushing it towards the produce aisle, but unfortunately for him, he hadn’t moved fast enough.

  “Is this the mega pack, Yummy?” the devious woman asked with a shit-eating grin as she held up the box of condoms that he’d planned on using last night.

  The box of condoms that they should have used, he thought with a curse.

  “I’m clean,” she reassured him with a sigh as she tossed the large box back into the carriage.

  “Me, too,” he promised.

  “Never would have let you touch me otherwise, Yummy,” she said with a playful wink as she reached into the carriage, grabbed the pastries that he’d picked out last night and returned them to the table.

  “Which leaves…” he trailed off, not really sure that the grocery store was the right place for this conversation.

  “They didn’t help me last time,” she said with a small smile as she added a large bag of apples to the carriage.

  “Mikey hadn’t been planned?” he asked, kind of shocked, because he’d assumed that she had been.

  “I was fifteen,” she said with a chuckle as she grabbed a bag of gold potatoes and put them in the carriage.

  “You were in love with him,” he said, unable to help but hate the poor kid simply because he hated the idea of anyone else touching her.

  “Again,” she said, licking her lips before she stressed with a chuckle, “I was fifteen.”

  “What happened?” he asked, adding a bag of russet potatoes to the carriage.

  “Well, apparently condoms are only ninety-eight percent effective,” she said with a wink as they strolled through the quiet produce department.

  “Smart ass,” he said with a chuckle as he grabbed some barely ripe bananas and put them into the carriage the same time that she grabbed a bunch of over-ripe bananas.

  At his questioning look, she said, “Banana bread.” Nodding, because he wasn’t one to turn down banana bread, and he was damn well getting some of that banana bread, he followed her down the next aisle.

  “So, Mikey was a surprise,” he mused, seriously wondering how a fifteen-year-old had managed to handle the news, because he probably would have lost it.

  She smiled fondly as she picked through the peach display. “You could definitely say that,” she said with a heavy sigh before adding, “it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise considering everything that I was doing, but…”

  “But…” he prompted when she trailed off.

  She shrugged as she absently picked through the peaches and added them to the plastic produce bag that he’d grabbed for her. “Before I met Michael, it wouldn’t have thrown me like it had. Even then I was being careful. I was young and stupid, but I knew better than to take risks. If it had happened then I would have understood it, but when I met Michael things changed.”

  “How so?” he asked softly, looking around to make sure that they were still alone, knowing that she would hate for anyone else to hear this.

  “I don’t know. I really can’t explain it. Before, I didn’t care what happened to me, didn’t expect much and then when I met Michael suddenly everything changed. I started to care what was going to happen to me and I stopped taking chances, stopped doing stupid things, and I’d thought that I’d made better choices,” she said, giving him a self-deprecating smile. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

  “It depends on how you look at it,” he murmured as his gaze dropped to her ass simply because he couldn’t help himself.

  “Because Mikey probably made me grow up and stopped me from making excuses?” she asked, sounding amused as she pointedly gave her ass a little wiggle that had him groaning. “That was my take on things as well.”

  “Something like that,” he said, wondering how quickly they could get this done so that he could take her back home and put that box of condoms to good use.

  Maybe he should grab another box? he amended a second later when she bent over to pick something up and he decided that once he got her home, they were never leaving that bed again.


  “I need more eggs!” she said, shoving money into Jason’s hands as she pushed him out the door. “And sugar and flour!” she added, deciding that she should see how the second double oven handled baking cookies.

  “I’m not your bitch!” Jason snapped in disgust as he stumbled back.

  “I am,” Trevor said with a shrug as he shoved another cheesecake brownie in his mouth and plucked the money out of Jason’s hands on his way to his truck. “Text me if you need anything else.”

  “Wait!” Jason said with something close to panic as he chased after his
cousin. “I was negotiating, you bastard!”

  Trevor simply shrugged as he jumped in his truck and tried to drive away only to have Jason jump in the back, determined to do whatever it took to help so that the procession of baked goods, casseroles and stews didn’t stop. She watched them for a few more seconds before releasing another satisfied sigh and returned to her brand new kitchen.

  She still couldn’t believe it.

  Reese had taken a seriously outdated kitchen on the verge of falling down around her and turned it into…this.

  She glanced over her shoulder at the intricate wood floor that Reese had created in her living room, the built-in shelves he’d installed, the floor to ceiling entertainment center that she was going to fill with all the pictures of Mikey that she’d been storing in her closet over the years, and the large closet that he’d created for all of Mikey’s baseball gear before shifting her attention to her dream kitchen.

  It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, she thought with a sigh as she ignored the sulking man sitting at the beautiful handmade dining room table that he’d created for her to the dark tiled floor, the large kitchen cabinets, pantry cabinets, double ovens, oversized fridge, huge bay windows that now overlooked the beach until her gaze landed on the most amazing kitchen island that she’d ever seen.

  It was oversized, had more than enough shelves, cabinets, drawers, power sources, cooled storage drawers for her vegetables, hidden drawers for Mikey’s baseballs, an elevated spot for her computer, one for her iPad and a locking system for her mini tripod so that she could make videos without having to use her large tripods and taking up most of the kitchen floor.

  He’d given her everything he’d promised her and more.

  It was so much more than she could have hoped for, she thought as she glanced at him to find him watching her with a predatory gaze that sent a tremor down her spine as she realized that he was more than she could have ever asked for.

  Deciding that she’d make that lasagna later, she toed off her shoes while she undid her pants and turned around, heading towards her bedroom as she pulled off her top, tossed it aside with her bra quickly following. By the time she reached her room her panties were off and Reese was sweeping her off her feet with a growl as he kicked the door shut behind them.

  After that…

  Things got a little more interesting.

  Chapter 42

  “What are you doing?” he mumbled into his pillow as the woman that should be passed out by his side nudged him.

  “Service me,” she said, making him smile.

  “I can’t,” he admitted with a defeated groan as she nudged him again.

  “You really can.”

  “I really can’t,” he said, chuckling when the insatiable woman gave up on nudging him and tried to push him over onto his back.

  “That’s loser talk, Yummy,” she said, sounding out of breath as she continued with her attempts to push him over onto his back and have her way with him, again.

  Not that he was complaining, especially not after last night, but he was exhausted, sore, starving, and he was pretty sure that they’d run out of condoms a few hours ago. Before he touched her again, he was going to need at least twelve hours of sleep, a hot shower, a massage, a large meal and most likely a sacrifice to the gods to make him want to move again.

  “You’ve worn me out, sweetheart,” he admitted with a manful grunt as she jostled him.

  “You’re going to give up just like that?” she asked with a sigh as she crawled over him, further jostling him, so that she could see if she had better luck from the other side.


  “Have you no shame?” she asked, doing her best to turn him over.

  “None whatsoever,” he admitted on a sigh as he moved his arms beneath his pillow to get more comfortable.

  “You’re really going to give up that easily?” she asked with a heavy sigh as she paused in her attempts to roll him over.


  “Really?” she asked, giving up on trying to roll him over and settled for straddling his back.

  “Yes,” he groaned when he felt just how wet she was.

  “I see,” she murmured, shifting on top of him and dragging another groan from him.

  “Then you’ll show me a little mercy and let me sleep?” he asked, sounding hopeful as the cruel woman leaned over him so that he could feel her hard nipples brush against his back.

  “Are you sure you want that?” she whispered, making him groan.

  “Maybe,” he said, biting back a yawn as he suddenly rolled over, taking her by surprise and earning a startled gasp.

  Before she could fall on her ass, and he’d been more than willing to kiss it better if she had, he caught her and brought her back down on top of him so that she was now straddling his hips.

  “Would you stop doing that?” she asked, trying to look pissed as she settled more comfortably on his lap, but that devious little smile that she was trying to hide from him told a different story all together.

  “No,” he simply said, as he ran his hands over her thighs.

  “Well,” she said, crossing her arms over those beautiful tear dropped shaped breasts that had his poor abused cock hardening, “then I believe we’re at an impasse, sir.”

  “Meaning?” he asked, running his hands over her hips.

  “That I will not be speaking to you until you service me, sir,” she said with a sniff and a little wiggle that had her slit sliding over his cock and making him rethink his list of demands.

  Sighing like it was the last thing that he wanted to do, he asked, “Do I need to be awake for this?”

  She pursed her lips as she thought it over before shaking her head. “I suppose not.”

  Grabbing her hips, he guided her to roll her hips so that she ground herself down against him. “Will you respect me in the morning?” he asked, watching as she licked her lips hungrily.

  “Don’t expect miracles, Yummy,” she said with a pitying shake of her head as she leaned forward and slapped her hands against his chest so that she could shift her hips and-


  -clumsily climb off him as she suddenly found the strength to shove him off the bed. He hit the floor with a grunt and barely managed a wince when he found himself being dragged towards the double bay windows that needed to be replaced.

  “Mom?” Mikey said, sounding closer and making Kasey pause mid-shove to throw a panicked look at the closed, and hopefully locked, bedroom door.

  “What-” he barely managed to get out when he found his clothes, minus his shirt of course, shoved into his arms, the windows open and the small woman shoving him outside.

  “Sorry!” she whispered when he hit the packed sand below with a grunt. She then promptly closed the windows, leaving him sitting there, naked, aroused, and making him realize that the neighbor’s house was a lot closer than he thought.

  Clearing his throat, he said, “Good morning, ladies. How are you doing on this fine morning?”

  “Much better now,” the little old lady sitting in the wheelchair said with a huge smile as her daughter sputtered by her side.

  “Excellent,” he said, returning her smile with a wink as he yanked on his shorts with a sigh and headed next door, deciding that he could really use a nap before his next encounter with the devious woman and there would definitely be another encounter, hopefully one that didn’t end with her throwing him out another window.


  “Can we watch another movie?” Mikey asked around a mouthful of popcorn as she looked between them with a hopeful smile.

  “I’m up for it,” Reese said, returning her smile and forcing Kasey to bite back a groan of frustration, because all she wanted to do was to drag Reese back to her bedroom and tear his clothes
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