Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

JOY

“A re you sure you don’t want any help?” I ask as he brings in another armful of bags from the backseat of his truck. I knew we'd gotten a lot of stuff, but whoa. I might have taken it too far.

“Keep your cute ass in the house,” he orders.

“Okay,” I agree with a smile. I’m sitting on the bench right by the entryway, and I don’t mind watching the man work. I should go make dinner, but I don’t want to take my eyes off him. Eventually he brings the last of it in, and I shut the door behind him. “There, I helped,” I joke, turning around.

Devin is right there, so close I almost run into him. “You more than helped, bunny.” He leans down and kisses me.

I'm still in shock at what we did in his truck. I was so engrossed in the moment that I would have allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Who am I kidding? I’m of sane mind right now, and he could do anything to me and I wouldn’t protest.

“Maybe I should start dinner?” I say when his lips move to my neck.

“I know what I want to eat.” Devin grabs my ass and squeezes.

"You're terrible." I playfully smack his chest.

"Are you saying I can't eat you?" He looks at me with hungry eyes and a challenging smirk.

I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, wanting to taste him. "I never said that."

"Good girl." He releases his grip on my ass, then lightly smacks it, causing me to jump.

"Hey, I thought spankings were for being bad."

"Oh bunny, they can be for when you're good, too."

I laugh, enjoying this playful nature that has fallen over us. I think it's always been there, but I was seeing it wrong. In the beginning I immediately developed a crush on him, which made me guard my heart. I heard Devin could be standoffish, and I didn't think he and I ever had a chance. It never occurred to me that he could be teasing and flirting with me.

“I’ll have to remember that.” I smirk up at him. I love how his eyes get soft when he watches me.

“No need to remember. You’ll feel it.”

I throw back my head and laugh. With Devin, I feel everything. That’s been true from the very start.

“Love that sound,” he says against my neck before kissing me again.

I let out a contented sigh as my fingers grip the coat he’s still wearing. “My laugh?”

“Yeah, especially hearing it inside our home.”

Our home? That sounds good. Too good, and too fast. Even if I want what he’s saying, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion I can only smile.

Devin isn’t talking out of his ass. He means what he says, but that also doesn’t mean in the end it would work. No matter how much we both could want this, life has a way of creeping in and fucking everything up.

“Am I getting a spanking, or should I make our dinner?” I start to push his coat off his shoulders, but he stops me.

“I’m going to run over to the barn to check on a few things. You can make dinner if you want, or heat something.”

“It’s kind of my job,” I remind him as I step back so he can go. His brows furrow together, indicating that he’s irritated by my comment. I didn’t mean it that way.

“Spanking it is then,” Devin says before I can explain.

He reaches out to grab me, but I take off toward the kitchen. I’m either quick on my feet or he allows me to escape.

“You’re only making it worse,” I hear him say from behind me.

“Or better,” I toss back. His deep chuckle echoes, and I too love the sound of his laughter.

I barely cross the threshold of the kitchen when Devin snags me around the waist. “While I don’t mind chasing you, I can’t wait any longer.”

He tosses me over his shoulder, and I squeal. “I thought you had a barn to tend to,” I remind him as he carries me back the way we came.

"I said that so I wouldn't pounce on you the second we got in the door." He slaps my ass, making me gasp. This one is harder and shoots pleasure right between my legs.

“Devin!” I wiggle in his hold as all that desire I felt in the truck comes rushing back. You’d think he hadn’t given me an orgasm thirty minutes ago. The best orgasm of my dang life.

“Don’t worry, bunny, I’m going to take care of you.”

Devin suddenly stops walking when he’s almost to the stairs. He mutters a curse, and I look up. Red and blue lights are flashing across the walls, and then there’s a loud pounding at the door.

“Put her down,” I hear a voice shout with authority. It’s the police.

“Are you trying to tell me what to do in my own fucking house?” Devin barks back. They must be able to see us through the front door windows.

“Devin?” Even I can hear the worry in my voice.

“It’s all right,” he tries to reassure me before putting me back on my feet.

“Open up,” the person on the other side of the door shouts before there’s more banging. I poke my head around Devin to try and see who it is. Devin lets out a low growl of frustration that's damn hot. If the cops weren't banging on the door, I might tell him that.

When I see who’s at the door, my own frustration kicks in. “Shut up, Davey!” I shout.

“It’s Deputy Wagner.”

“I refuse to call him that,” I mutter so only Devin can hear me.

His real name is Davis Wagner, but his mom always called him Davey, which pissed him off. I wouldn’t normally be one to jump on a bandwagon to poke fun at someone, but Davey is a dick. It began during my first year of high school.

He was a senior and wasn’t happy when I turned him down when he asked me to homecoming. He was a freaking senior, not to mention he’s kind of a dummy. I said no, and he got pissed. It's not my fault he asked me in the cafeteria and made a big show out of it. I guess he thought I would fall at his feet, but it didn’t work out that way. Since then, he's gone out of his way to be an asshole to me, so I like to return the favor.

“You better have a damn good reason for banging on my door,” Devin bellows before he jerks the front door open.

“I do.” Davey pulls out his cuffs. “Assault.”

“Hey, I enjoyed that spanking!” I blurt out before I can think better of it. Davey gives me the dirtiest expression.

“Not you. Your Aunt Mary.”

My mouth falls open as I recall all the things she was shouting in the center of town. I can’t believe she would go this far, but of course she did. What the hell is wrong with her?

“Davey, you’re an idiot. This is why you’re still a deputy. Deputy Dumbass!” I know I’m not helping the situation, but I’m so angry.

Devin hired me to make his life easier, and now I'm only making things worse. If he wasn't already fed up with the shenanigans in my life, he certainly will be now.