Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell 8)

No answer.

Awesome.

Shaking her head, she sat back against her seat and stared out the window at the cars passing by. All those years of teasing him to see just how far she could push him and someone else had broken him when she’d left the room. She felt robbed.

Bastards.

She continued staring out the window for another ten minutes before she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t bother asking him where they were going or what they were doing, because she knew that he wasn’t going to answer. Besides, after the long and seriously disturbing day that they’d just had she was too tired to play this game with him.

“Look, it’s late and I’m too tired to keep playing this game. Either turn around and take me home or find a hotel so that I can get some sleep and be well rested in the morning to deal with whatever it is that you’re going through,” she said, too exhausted to sugarcoat this.

All she wanted to do was take a shower, climb in bed and sleep for the next forty-eight hours. Then after a hearty breakfast she’d hopefully feel up to dealing with whatever was going on with him. She just hoped that after a good night’s rest that he would give up his plans to kidnap her, tell her what was going on and bring her back home so that she could figure out the best way to grovel for her job back.

Maybe get on her hands and knees?

No, that wasn’t going to work, mostly because she wasn’t going to be able to pull that one off. She could try buttering him up with a home cooked meal, but she really wasn’t much of a cook. Lucifer was a better cook and would just take one look at her half-assed attempt to bribe him, shake his head and cook his own meal.

So, that just left…

Oh God, she had no idea what that left, because she was too damn exhausted to think right now. She still couldn’t believe just how much could happen in one day. Closing her eyes, she gave up. He was either going to keep going until they hit the North Pole or he was going to turn around and bring her home where she could pass out in her own bed.

Actually, she preferred his bed since it was bigger, more comfortable and had him in it. She always slept better when she was with him. He kept her warm, kept her safe and made her feel like she was where she was always meant to be.

With him.

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“Lemme sleep,” Rebecca grumbled angrily as she weakly slapped at him, making him chuckle as he carefully placed her on the first double bed in the hotel room that he’d reluctantly rented for the night.

He’d planned on driving straight through the night to the court house and wait until they opened their doors so that he could drag her inside and make it legally impossible for her to ever leave him. He’d changed his plans when she’d slumped over, grumbled and attempted to slap the shit out of his leg in an attempt to soften his leg to her pillow standards.

When it became obvious that she wasn’t going to stop, he decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. After finding a Marriott, he got a room, took his life into his own hands and woke her up. It took him about ten minutes to get her inside and then another fifteen to get her to their room. Once he had her there, he stripped them both naked, dragged her into the shower and took his time caressing her skin, running his fingers through her hair as he held her.

Then he was holding her, just holding her as they stood beneath the showerhead and realizing that he was going to get the chance to hold her just like that for the rest of their lives. It had been the best moment of his night and one that had ended much too soon. When the water started to cool, he’d turned off the shower, wrapped her in a towel and after she muttered, “You may manhandle me,” carried her to the bed where he laid her down.

Now he was playing tug of war with her towel, trying to remove it so that he could tuck the little pain in the ass in, but she wouldn’t give up that damn towel! Finally after a grunt and a cute little growl, she gave up her hold, rolled over, kicked the blankets and sheet out of her way and settled in for the night.

Deciding that there was something seriously fucking wrong with him if this was how he wanted spend the rest of his life, he dropped his towel, climbed into bed behind her and pulled the blankets that she’d abused back up. Once they were both covered, he curled up behind her, closed his eyes and realized that tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough for him.

When she abruptly turned around in his arms, pushed him onto his back and somehow managed to crawl on top of him before she passed out, apparently deciding that he made a better mattress, he prayed that tomorrow came before he lost his fucking mind.

*-*-*-*

“Umm, what are you doing?” she asked, gasping when those very talented lips of his wrapped around one nipple and gently suckled while his hand cradled the other one, squeezing it gently and making her lick her lips hungrily, because she honestly couldn’t think of a better way to wake up.

“Practicing,” he said, letting her nipple slip free from between his lips so that he could answer her and-

Lick her nipple.

“Oh, God!” she moaned loudly as he repeated that move as he allowed her nipple to slide between his fingers.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” he calmly asked as he moved his attention to the other nipple and suckled on it.

Before she could answer him, not that she was really capable of answering him, he decided to up his game and follow it up with, “Are you getting wet for me, sweetheart?”

She moaned as he shifted over her and began kissing and licking his way down her stomach. “Maybe I should find out for myself,” he murmured as he reached down and pushed her legs apart so that by the time that he reached his destination it was impossible for her to answer him without moaning his name and since she knew just how much he liked that, that’s exactly what she did.

Chapter 55

“Christopher,” the little tease moaned as he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue.

Groaning, he palmed her thigh and pushed it higher, needing better access to the sweetest pussy that he’d ever had the pleasure of worshipping. He just couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to do this morning, noon and night and sometimes he found himself thinking about doing this when he should be focusing on something else, growing so hard that he had no choice but hunt her down so that he could do this very thing.

If she took that job he wouldn’t be able to do that and that pissed him off. He was keeping her with him and that was final. If she didn’t like that then that was too goddamn bad, because she was stuck with him. She’d forced her way into his life, tormenting and teasing him along the way, making damn sure that he wouldn’t be able to function without her until he didn’t want to function without her.

He wanted her in his life, in his bed, hogging his shower, pretending to fall asleep when he asked her to try a new recipe, he wanted to watch as she got that little devious look on her face when she screwed with someone’s head, he wanted to be there when she got into one of those sad slap fights with Melanie, wanted to run the Fire & Brimstone with her, and everything in between.

He just wanted to be with her.

“Mmm,” she moaned as he traced the tip of his tongue down her slit while he slid his palms up her thighs, pushing them even further apart so that he could use his thumbs to spread the soft pink lips that hid a world of pleasure.

“Christopher,” she said, moaning his name and making his cock bounce in anticipation.

He wanted to slide inside this pretty little pussy of hers and lose himself, but he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moan, every taste, every gasp until neither one of them could take it anymore. With that in mind, he ran the tip of his tongue over that swollen little clit, down to her core where his tongue traced the sensitive skin. When she shifted her hips, inviting his tongue to slide deep inside her, he pulled back.

“Christopher,” she groaned, running her fingers through his hair as he leaned back in, wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and gently suckled.

He hear

d her breath catch as he rubbed his tongue over her clit. He took his time, rubbing his tongue gently over her clit, as she gasped and moaned, continuing to run her fingers through his hair. He’d never done this with a woman before, taking his time and simply savoring her. Normally he did this to get a woman wet and screaming for him to fuck her, but he didn’t want that with Rebecca.

Well, he did, but he also wanted to enjoy himself and god, how he was fucking enjoying this. He loved the sounds that she made as his tongue and lips worked together to make her clit swell, the way she moved against him, the way her breath caught when his tongue brushed against the tip of her clit.

God, she tasted so fucking good, he thought as he was forced to grind his cock against the bed to relieve the ache. He wanted her so fucking badly, but he had a plan. He was going to lick her pussy, slide his tongue deep inside her before he moved back up to her breasts, licking them and suckling on her large pink nipples as he slid a finger deep inside her and fucked her with it.

He’d use his thumb to tease her clit, making her come before he replaced his finger with his cock and slowly fucked her while he kissed her. He’d kiss her, running his hands over her body, savoring her baby soft skin, her large breasts, her hips, and her legs before he wrapped his arms around her and-

Growled when she pulled away and sat up, completely ruining his plans!