So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(84)

I check around in the bushes nearby and the rest of the yard.

I pat the top of his broad head. “You went and threw your balls over the fence, didn’t you?”

He barks.

“Oh, all right. I’ll see if we can get them back. But you have to stop digging holes under people’s fences. That shit ain’t gonna fly. You hear me?”

His bobbed tail twitches, and his butt wiggles as though he understands exactly what I’m saying to him. His eyes answer with a yeah yeah, person. I promise I’ll leave the dirt alone, just get my balls back.

I let myself out of the side gate, Spike bouncing along beside me.

As I approach Kelsey’s front door, a metallic clink comes from the garage.

I lean against the open door to what appears to be her garage-turned-weight room. She lay flat-backed on a bench, one foot on either side, her crotch staring at me as she does dumbbell butterflies.

Fuck me. And here we go—again.

My jeans strain over my engorged erection.

I cough just loudly enough to let her know I’m here.

She sits bolt upright, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading on her upper lip, her hair up in a pony-tail-braid-thingy that hangs almost to her waist.

“Hey, Beautiful Girl.”

Kelsey frowns and runs a small towel across her face. “What do you want?”

Spike dances his ass over to her side, slathering her elbow with puppy kisses.

She grips his big head between her hands, grabbing his ears.

Oh shit. She’s got him now, and he has no idea how pissed she was about that chicken.

She pulls his face close to hers, her eyes narrowed.

My gut clenches.

She hates my freaking dog.

“You are so lucky I like dogs more than chickens.” Kelsey’s voice is deep and playful, even though she’s obviously trying to look serious.

The tension gathering in my chest eases.

Now, if I could get the tightness in my pants to let up, that’d be something.

Spike’s tongue slips out and slides up the side of her face.

She pulls back, her nose wrinkling.

“Ew. Thanks, Spike—I think.” Her gaze meets mine, and blue eyes flash. “So? What do you want?”

I nod toward Spike. “He lost his balls and asked me to help him get them back.”

Her left eyebrow quirks. “Oh? I’m not so sure the vet gives refunds.”

I grin. “No, he tossed them over the fence into your backyard.”

“And he asked you to help?”

“He sure did. He was quite specific in letting me know that you have his balls, and he very much wants them back.”

She pushes her hands over the top of Spike’s head.

“You lost your balls, eh, Kiddo?” Kelsey looks straight at me. “Well, that seems to be a common occurrence around these parts lately.”

My jaw tightens. I push off the wall I’ve been leaning against, which will probably make my condition that much more obvious.

Good.

“I didn’t lose anything. If you happen to be referring to the other day when you got off and creamed all over my tongue, you’re welcome.”

“No. I was commenting on when you walked out right afterward. Who does that?”

“I guess I do.”

She wipes the back of her neck with her towel as she comes toward me.

“And you do this often? Pleasure women, solely for their edification, and then walk away?” She stops a few inches from me, the sprinkle of freckles across her nose somehow hardening my cock even more. “And you do this as though you just carried their groceries for them or maybe moved a heavy piece of furniture around their living room?”

An almost overwhelming urge to haul her inside and fuck her until she can’t walk and I can’t think hovers at the brink of action.

I prop my hands at my waist, hooking my thumbs into my belt loops to keep from grabbing for her. “And why, in your opinion, is this a bad thing?”

She glances down and then up again, her eyes alight with that same mischievous expression she’s worn in my dreams. “It’s not nice to rob someone else of the satisfaction of giving pleasure.”

My pulse steps it up a notch.

She walks her fingertips from my collarbone over my left pec. “See? Sometimes, half the fulfillment is in giving, not just taking.”

My mouth waters. I swallow hard.

Her touch follows the line down the middle of my abs, making the muscles jump as she closes in on the button of my jeans. “Looks like your cock wants to get in on the action.”

This woman. Fuck.

Kelsey curls her fingers into the waistband of my pants, grazing the sensitive head of my erection.

I bite the corner of my lip and groan.

She lifts one eyebrow and yanks me closer. “Too bad we’re both so dirty, or it might get some.”