Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,100

she tried to bite back a smile.

“Then I guess it’s my turn,” he said, reaching up to push her hair back so that he could run his fingers through her soft hair, enjoying the way each strand slid between his fingers before falling back in waves around her beautiful face.

“Ask away,” she said as she leaned into his touch.

“How many siblings do I have?”

“Two?’

“Nope.”

“Three?”

“Try again.”

“Four?”

“Not even close.”

“How many more guesses do I get?” she asked, looking a little panicked and for good reason.

“At least four more,” he said, loving the calculating expression on her face as she worked it out.

“Eight?”

When he nodded, she repeated it as though she didn’t quite believe him. “Eight? Seriously?”

“Mmmhmm,” he said, placing his hands on her knees and ran them over her thighs.

“God, your poor mother,” she said, shaking her head in wonder.

“She wanted a big family,” he said absently as he watched his hands push the hem of her tee shirt up her legs and over her hips, revealing those pink panties that he was going to be thinking about for the next week.

“Apparently,” she murmured in agreement as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and in one move, had it off and tossed over her head so that she was left sitting on his lap wearing only those pink panties and that devious little smile that he loved so much.

“So, I guess it’s time to claim my prize,” he said, deciding that he’d use his prize for something other than making her return to the Fire & Brimstone since she’d be back on her own in a matter of weeks anyway.

As he ran his eyes over the large beautiful breasts and down between her legs, he decided that it was definitely time to claim his prize.

Chapter 50

“What are you doing here?” Melanie asked when Rebecca slammed the door shut behind her.

“Planning Lucifer’s murder,” she bit out, still shocked that he would do something like this to her.

When he’d suggested winner’s choice, she’d assumed that he would either use the game to make her return to the Fire & Brimstone or for sex. She would have been fine with either one, but had he demanded that she return to work or even drop to her knees and give him a blowjob?

No.

Instead the sick bastard wanted…he wanted…

God, she couldn’t even think about what he wanted without feeling sick to her stomach. She just couldn’t believe that he would take things this far.

“What did he do?” Melanie asked, sounding a little distracted, but that was most likely because she was lost in her own little world of computer code, Hostess pies and a cocoon of blankets.

“The bastard cheated!” she snapped, which apparently was enough to grab Melanie’s attention, because she looked up from her computer and frowned.

“He cheated on you?” she asked, looking really confused, probably because Lucifer wasn’t the type of asshole that cheated.

“No,” she said, shaking her head as she pushed away from the door. “He didn’t cheat on me. He cheated at a game.”

“What kind of game?” Melanie asked, setting aside her laptop.

Rebecca gestured lazily towards the door. “A game to see which one of us knew more about the other,” she explained with a shrug as she walked over to the refrigerator to grab a Coke.

For some reason that made Melanie’s frown deepen. “You asked each other questions?”

“Yup, and that bastard cheated,” she said, grabbing a Coke and not really caring that she’d just walked out on Lucifer without a word.

“So, in order to win this game,” Melanie said, obviously having a difficult time wrapping her mind around the concept of the game that she’d just played with the cheater, “you had to know more about him than he did about you?”

“That just about sums it up,” she said, still kicking herself for giving him such an easy question.

“So, you played a game in which you had to know more than someone with questionable OCD?” Melanie asked, kind of making her feel like a moron, because she really should have thought about that before she’d agreed to play with him.

Still…

“It was anyone’s game,” she said as she popped the top off her soda, trying not to think about how incredibly stupid she was.

“A game of chance with someone that notices every detail about pretty much everything?” Melanie asked, looking at her as though she just couldn’t believe that she was that stupid to go along with something like this.

She’d never had a chance, she realized with a pathetic groan as she