Fire amp brimstone, p.17
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       Fire & Brimstone, p.17
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         Part #8 of Neighbor from Hell series by R. L. Mathewson

  this out at a run. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but he had a feeling that sex was going to play a big part of it. As he palmed her breasts and fucked her with his tongue, he decided that sex was definitely the best way to handle this.

  “Christopher,” she moaned, reaching for him.

  Grinning, he flicked her clit with his tongue one last time before he crawled back up her body, pausing along the way to take one of those large nipples into his mouth so that he could gently suckle on it. He gently pulled on her nipple with his lips so that he could run his tongue around the tip while he reached between them and cupped her wet mound in his hand.

  She felt so fucking good, he thought, groaning as he slid a finger inside her. She was so fucking wet and tight. His cock jerked at the thought of sliding deep inside her and fucking her hard.

  “Christopher,” she moaned, sounding like she was begging him to fuck her.

  At least, that’s what he told himself as he released her nipple with a flick of his tongue and moved the rest of the way up her body. He groaned when she fisted her fingers in his hair and brought his mouth down to hers. She was so fucking demanding, something that normally turned him off, but with her he couldn’t seem to get enough.

  She groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand away only to gasp with pleasure when he shifted his weight so that the tip of his cock was nestled at her entrance. He slid his tongue against hers, inviting it to play when he pushed forward, sliding deep inside her tight sheath. Christ, she felt so fucking good.

  “Fuck me, please! Fuck me, Christopher!” she begged, having absolutely no idea what she did to him.


  She really needed to use some control when using his name, she decided as a scream was ripped out of her.

  “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled back only to push back inside her with a twist and a grind that left her gasping in pleasure and nearly crying when he pulled away.

  She wanted to wrap her arms around him and keep him deep inside her as she savored the pleasure that each thrust brought her. He felt so good, she thought as she kissed him. She rolled her hips with each thrust and moaned when he slid back inside her.

  “So fucking good,” he groaned, arching his back so that he could slide back inside her at a new angle that had her digging her feet into the bed and pushing down to meet his strokes.

  She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as they developed a rhythm. It felt so good, better than anything she’d ever experienced before. When she needed more, harder, faster, all she had to do was to change the way that she pushed against him and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

  Their movements were more hurried, more frantic than they had been twenty minutes ago, but she knew that the meaning of what they were doing hadn’t changed. They were still making love, but there was an edge of desperation to what they were doing now.

  “Christopher,” she moaned his name, loving the way that he lost control whenever she said it.

  His thrusts became a bit unsteady, rougher and faster until the only thing that she could do was hold on and lose herself in his arms. When he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him for the second time that night, she nearly cried in frustration.

  She was so close.

  “Time to live out that fantasy,” he said, reaching up to cup her face so that he could kiss her as she pushed back against him, experimenting at first, but soon she found her rhythm and decided that turnabout was fair play. Kissing him one last time, she teased his bottom lip before she sat up, wanting him to see absolutely everything.

  At first, she watched him, enjoying the way that his eyes followed every movement, every jiggle of her breasts and the way that she rode his cock. He liked what he saw. She knew that much from the way that he groaned with every movement as well as the way he swelled inside her.

  He liked it a lot, but she wanted more.

  Licking her lips, and honestly curious how far she could take this before she lost control, she slowly reached down between her legs and ran her fingertips over her clit, making sure that he saw everything.

  The way he groaned…

  Watching him, she continued to ride him slowly as she took her time pleasuring them both and she knew that he could feel it. Every time she pressed down against her clit she could feel him inside her. He felt so fucking good. She moaned as she found herself reaching up to palm her own breast.

  “Like this?” she asked, wanting to tease them both.

  “Exactly like this,” he growled approvingly as he watched her, his breaths coming a little unsteadily and matching hers as she continued until she forgot that she was trying to tease him and simply lost herself.

  When he sat up, she didn’t hesitate in leaning forward and capturing his lips with hers. He wrapped his arms around her as he slowly kissed her.

  “I have to tell you something,” he said, confusing her, because she was pretty sure that right now wasn’t the time to get chatty.

  “Can it wait?” she asked, moaning as she shifted her hips and pushed back on him, loving the way he felt when he slid back inside her.

  “It could probably wait, but I figured that you’d probably want to know since you just declared your undying love for me and all,” he teased, making her kind of wish that she didn’t want him so badly so that she could find the willpower to stop what she was doing, climb off this bed, storm off and make an epic exit that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

  Sadly, she just didn’t have that kind of willpower, but he didn’t know that so…

  “Please, don’t make me kill you,” she said, leaning back in to kiss him so that he wouldn’t discover just how weak she was when it came to him.

  Brushing her lips with his, and denying her the kind of kiss that she needed right now, he said, “Thought you might want to know that I’m falling for you, too,” he announced and before she could say anything, or freak out since that’s what she was most likely going to do given the circumstances, his lips were back on hers and he was kissing her with everything he had.

  After a few minutes, she moved her fingers faster between her legs, pushing against him so that he could feel her fingers gliding over her clit. She dropped her hand away from her breast so that she could wrap her arm around his shoulders to help steady herself as she moved harder and faster on him.

  There was no finesse or rhythm to her movements, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed her as his hands found her hips, encouraging her to keep moving and she tried, she really did, but she couldn’t keep going. One second she was kissing him, sucking his tongue almost desperately and the next she found herself back on the bed and Lucifer taking over, fucking her in a way that she’d never been fucked before.

  Her back arched as he slammed back inside her one last time, triggering an orgasm powerful enough to tear one last scream from her throat until all she could do was lay there, trying to catch her breath as the realization slowly hit.

  Her pain medication had worn off and that’s when she found herself screaming for a whole new reason.

  Chapter 32

  “My ass,” Rebecca whispered hoarsely as she lay there on her stomach, her bottom lip trembling ever so slightly while he stood there, glaring down at her. “My poor abused ass.”

  His eyes narrowed dangerously on the little brat.

  The disapproving sigh that came from his right had him seriously considering smothering her with a pillow. “What part of no physical activity for a week did you not understand?” his father asked as they stood there, watching the little fake milk this thing for all it was worth mostly to fuck him over.

  Why couldn’t he fall for a normal woman? he wondered when she added a little sniffle into the act.

  “He doesn’t listen,” Aidan, the asshole that was supposed to come alone, added with a sigh matching their father’s.

  “Was waiting a week really asking too much?” his father ask
ed, shaking his head in disgust.

  “No one told me that she wasn’t supposed to do anything for a week,” he bit out, because if he had known about it he would have resigned himself to cold showers and inappropriate thoughts to help himself get through the week.

  “I wanted to wait for marriage,” the little demon whispered.

  “I know you did, sweetheart,” his father said, nodding in agreement, but Lucifer didn’t miss the way his old man’s lips twitched with amusement as he betrayed him.

  “He always was a selfish bastard,” Aidan added.

  “Can we get anything for you?” his father asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her.

  A sniffle. “A Coke, please? I’m ever so thirsty.”

  “You poor thing,” his father said and he knew that his father was going along with this just to fuck with him.

  “Thank you,” the little traitor murmured softly as she shot him a shy look that honestly scared the living shit out of him, because she was a little too good at this.

  “You are so fucked,” his brother whispered next to him and he could only nod in agreement.

  “I’ll get you that drink, sweetheart. You just lay there and take it easy,” his father said with a reassuring smile as he stood back up and headed for the door, pausing long enough to shoot him a glare. “Do you think that you can keep your hands to yourself for that long?”

  “I didn’t know!” he snapped, wondering how he’d ended up in such a fucked up family.

  “I just wanted him to like me,” she murmured as she lay there, looking completely innocent.

  “So. Fucking. Screwed,” his brother said, deciding that enunciating every word was fucking helpful.

  It wasn’t.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked the little brat trying to get comfortable as he elbowed his brother.

  “Oh,…shit,” Aidan choked out as the shot to his stomach knocked him on his ass, freeing Lucifer up to handle other matters.

  “Probably because no one told me?” Rebecca said, dropping the innocent schoolgirl act that was going to get her spanked once she was medically cleared.

  He shot his brother a questioning look.

  “She was dad’s patient,” Aidan managed to get out as he rolled over onto his side.

  “It was in the print out,” their father said as he walked back into the room.

  “Oh,” Rebecca said with a wince, letting him know that the little brat was at fault on this one.

  “Why didn’t you read it or at least tell me about it so that I could read it?” he demanded.

  Sighing, she gave up on getting comfortable and simply bunched up her pillow. “I stopped reading handouts a long time ago,” she admitted with a shrug, reminding him that she wasn’t exactly on the best of terms with the medical profession after all the years of bullshit that they’d put her through.

  “Where is it?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering if he should invest in Advil.

  “In my bag,” she grumbled, not looking particularly happy, not that he fucking cared.

  She was following the doctor’s orders whether she liked it or not.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, shooting her a glare that told her exactly what he would do to her beautiful ass if she even thought about getting out of that bed.

  Once he was sure that she got the message, and he was assuming that’s what that eye roll of hers meant, he stalked out of his bedroom, determined to find her bag and get back here before the little demon could get into any trouble.


  “So,” Rebecca said, nibbling on a French fry as she simultaneously slapped Aidan’s hand away from stealing her hamburger patty, “why doesn’t Lucifer let you in here?”

  “Because he’s an asshole,” Aidan said, glaring at her as she picked up a fry and dipped it in the large puddle of ketchup that covered most of her plate.

  “Aidan,” Ethan, as she was now allowed to call him, said in warning, sounding like a dad. Well, not her dad, but a dad in general.

  “What?” Aidan asked. “It’s true.”

  “He’s not an asshole,” she said, shaking her head absently as she took another bite out of her fry.

  “No, he’s not,” Aidan grudgingly agreed with a chuckle as he once again-

  “Are your five cheeseburger platters not enough for you?” she asked, blinking at the large man pouting, and yes, he was in fact pouting, across the table from her.

  He glanced down at three platters still filled to the brim with food and shook his head. “No.”

  “He got this from his mother,” Ethan said as he picked up a cheeseburger off of one of the six-cheeseburger platters that he’d ordered.

  “I suspected as much,” she said, nodding in agreement as she cut a piece of her hamburger patty off with her fork and popped the tender piece of meat in her mouth as she considered the two handsome men sharing the large booth with her.

  “How long have you been tormenting my son?” Ethan asked, cutting one of his many cheeseburgers in half.

  “A little over five years,” she answered proudly as she popped a fry in her mouth.

  Ethan chuckled as he bit into his burger.

  “How did he end up with the name Lucifer?” she asked, deciding that they were probably her best bet at getting an answer to the question that everyone in the restaurant had been dying to know.

  Instead of giving her the answer that she’d been waiting five long years for, they laughed. “Sorry,” Aidan said, grinning hugely as he shook his head, “you’re going to have to ask him and that includes finding out his real name.”

  Shrugging, she said, “I already know his real name.”

  Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

  Before she got a chance to respond, the man in question was there, glaring down at her, which was a little unsettling since his hair was messed up, his shirt was a bit torn and there were familiar looking scratch marks on his arms and chest.

  “Did you find the bag?” she asked as she nibbled on a fry.

  “Run,” he snarled and since she was almost positive that he was talking to her, she decided that it was probably for the best if she called it a night.

  “Lovely seeing, you gentlemen, again,” she said with a smile as she carefully scooted to the end of the soft bench, stood up and took a step towards safety when she remembered the ice pack that had been keeping her bottom comfortably numb.

  “Excuse me,” she said softly, shooting Lucifer a smile as she reached around him, grabbed her ice pack and with another murmured, “Goodnight,” quickly shuffled towards the back door where she found Mojo, lying on his side, drooling and wagging his tail like the naughty little boy that he was.

  “You let me down, buddy,” she said, sighing as she carefully scooted around him so that she didn’t slip in the puddle of drool that he’d created, “you let me down.”

  Chapter 33

  “I like her,” his father said with a fond smile as the three of them watched Rebecca shuffle towards the back entrance.

  He considered going after her, but…

  It was probably for the best if he took this opportunity to calm down before he did something irrational like spank that bruised ass of hers. He’d give her twenty minutes to make it back upstairs, get ready for bed, curl up beneath the covers and come up with some asinine excuse that would explain why she’d left his apartment and decided to sneak his father and brother into the Fire & Brimstone, the one place on earth that he’d worked his ass off to keep Bradford free.

  He didn’t do it because he hated them or because they embarrassed him, but because he wasn’t ready for them to see what he’d done. If there was one thing in the world that his family took seriously, it was food. He wanted to make sure that everything was fucking perfect before his family finally managed to break into the place.

  He’d always been like that. It was the reason that he’d had his own room when he was a kid, why his parents
never had to ask him to do his homework, clean his room or do his chores. The problem they had with him was getting him to stop cleaning his room, doing his homework and glaring at anyone that came near the sink when he had dish duty. Things really hadn’t changed that much when he got older and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing anymore.

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