Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell 8)

trembling. She’d never been with a man like that, needing him inside her so badly that she seriously thought that she would die without him. One minute she’ been standing next to him in the bakery and the next they’d been in his truck making out as she cupped him through his pants and nearly screamed in frustration when she realized exactly what he’d had waiting for her.

She’d never been like that with anyone else, wild, desperate and reckless. She wasn’t a saint when it came to men and sex, but she’d never had sex with a man in his truck in broad daylight right outside a busy restaurant without a condom. Even though she still couldn’t believe that she’d lost control like that, she knew that she would do it again in a heartbeat if she got the chance.

There was just something about the way that he touched her that set her body on fire. When he touched her, she couldn’t think about anything but him and how badly she needed him and right now was no exception. Her stomach was still angry with her for the popcorn, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to touch her, taste her and slide back inside her all while she ran her hands over him as he fucked her, but apparently he had other plans tonight.

Plans that were most likely going to get him killed.

Sighing heavily, he pressed one last kiss against her lips before he pulled back. “We shouldn’t be doing this when you’re not feeling good.”

She opened her mouth to explain that him touching her would make her feel really good, but one look at the stubborn bastard’s face told her that she’d be wasting her time. As he grabbed the remote and raised the volume so that they wouldn’t miss a single growl and scream as zombies tore humans apart, she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew just how close she was to beating him to death with a pillow for leaving her this frustrated.

Maybe he really was an asshole?

Chapter 26

Maybe she had a life insurance policy on him and she was trying to collect? he absently wondered as he watched that generous ass of hers sway back and forth…back and forth…as she wiped down another table.

Or maybe she was trying to get back at him for all those times that he’d tried to fire her?

Whatever it was, it was fucking killing him.

It had been almost two weeks since he’d last touched her and he wasn’t sure that he was going to survive one more day without gripping that beautiful ass of hers as he slid inside her. For the past week he’d somehow found the willpower to keep his hands to himself, but that all ended today.

Or at least, it should have.

She was feeling better today, which meant that he could touch her without feeling like a complete asshole, but there was a problem. One that he would happily get out of if he could, but he knew that if he even tried to get out of going tonight that his mother would kill him since he’d skipped the last three family dinners.

Four times a month his mother made a huge family dinner and unless you were dying or had a really good fucking reason, you were expected to be there. She usually checked in with everyone before she planned a family dinner so that she could pick a day and time that worked for everyone. Thanks to some of his employees quitting, he’d been forced to find and train their replacements he’d been able to get out of going, but not tonight.

Tonight his mother expected him there and to start answering some questions courtesy of his fucking cousins and their big fucking mouths. Now everyone in his family wanted to know about Rebecca. They were probably expecting him to bring her tonight, but he wouldn’t do that to her until it was absolutely necessary and right now, it wasn’t necessary.

“Are you aware that you’re drooling?” Melanie, his newly self-appointed sidekick, whispered conspiratorially as she sat down on the stool next to him.

“Go away,” he said, forcing himself to look around the busy dinning area to make sure that everything was going smoothly when all he wanted to do was watch Rebecca as she moved, bent over and scrubbed her little heart out.

Actually, what he really wanted to do was-

“I can’t believe they did this to her,” Melanie said, looking seriously pissed off while she sat there, looking at Rebecca with something close to pity.

He didn’t like that look, especially since it was directed at Rebecca.

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to go for casual, but he was an asshole so casual really didn’t work for him.

Just like that, the pissed expression was wiped clean from her face and in its place was a mixture of pure shock and curiosity, which he also really didn’t appreciate.

“She didn’t tell you?” she asked with a calculating expression on her face that was going to get her killed.

“No,” he bit out with a glare that should have told her that he wasn’t in the mood for any bullshit today, but this was Melanie that he was dealing with here and she didn’t seem to have any sense of self-preservation when it came to pissing him off.

“Really?”

“Melanie.”

“Fine!” she snapped with an over-the-top sigh, reminding him why she was Rebecca’s best friend. “Her parents are having a huge thirtieth anniversary party tonight and they didn’t invite Rebecca.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, glancing at Rebecca to find her smiling at Mr. Jenkins, one of their favorite lunchtime regulars.

If she was upset, she wasn’t showing it, but then again…

“Does she know?” he asked, immediately realizing it was a stupid question. Of course she knew. If his annoying sidekick that wouldn’t leave him alone knew about it, then she did as well since the two of them didn’t appear to keep secrets from each other.

“Yeah, she knows,” Melanie sighed as she gestured to the bartender for a drink while he sat there, trying to make sense out of what she’d just told him.

One thing became clear as he glanced back at Rebecca to find her shooting him a cute little wink, bringing her with him had just become necessary.

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Maybe she shouldn’t be doing this, she thought, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she stood there, contemplating the pros and cons of breaking into Lucifer’s apartment and using his shower. Not that she was having a moral dilemma about breaking into his apartment, because she wasn’t.

The reason that she hadn’t broken into his apartment, yet, was simply because she wasn’t sure if he’d left the night yet. Before she broke into his apartment and rightfully used that large, luxurious shower of his, she wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to suddenly show up and start asking questions that she had absolutely no plans on answering.

“You’ll pay for this, you bitch!” Melanie yelled from the safety of their apartment where she was currently tearing the place apart looking for her stash of sweets that Rebecca may have hidden in retaliation for betraying her.

“Maybe you’ll learn to keep your big fat mouth shut, biatch!” she yelled back, still furious that Melanie had opened her big fat mouth and told Lucifer about her parents.

“And maybe if you didn’t have trust issues then I wouldn’t have to tell your boyfriend so that he could be there when you break down and cry like a bitch, biatch!” the traitorous bitch yelled back.

“I’m not going to cry!” she yelled back, because she wasn’t.

She was over it now.

She was.

She’d spent the last few days claiming that her stomach still hurt so that everyone would leave her alone so that she could feel bad for herself while watching horror movies and binging on Hershey Kisses. It was something that she needed to do and now that it was out of her system, she was fine with it.

Absolutely fine!