Page 44 of Demon with Benefits
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 watchShaun 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.”
