Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,99

you like to me to go into more detail?” he asked around a mouthful of Kisses.

“That would be nice,” she bit out, clearly struggling not to tear the bag of Hershey Kisses out of his hands so that she could beat the shit out of him with it.

“Fine,” he said, sighing heavily as he took his time unwrapping another handful of Hershey Kisses, well aware that she was sitting there watching him with something close to homicidal rage.

It probably made him a sick bastard to enjoy tormenting her like this, but he really didn’t care, not when it brought him this much joy. Sighing heavily, just to annoy her, he popped the freshly unwrapped Kisses in his mouth and took his time savoring them.

“Well?” she snapped, making him chuckle, which by the look on her face she also didn’t appreciate.

“Aidan had a speech impediment when he was a kid,” he answered with a shrug as he grabbed another handful of Kisses.

She watched him expectantly while he sat there, contemplating getting off his ass and grabbing a Coke to wash the chocolate down and maybe a steak. He could really go for a steak, he thought as he shifted his attention towards the kitchen. He could probably whip up a few steaks, creamy mashed potatoes and corn in a half hour.

He should probably see if she wanted something too, he decided since it was the polite thing to-

“What exactly does Aidan’s speech impediment have to do with your terrifying nickname?” she asked, clearly not satisfied with his answer, which was a lot more than he told most people.

“God, you’re demanding,” he said, shaking his head as he shifted his attention back on her.

“You already knew this,” she said impatiently as she gestured for him to get on with it.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Uh huh.”

“When we were kids he couldn’t say my name correctly. It came out as a mangled Lucifer. The other kids heard him call me that and got on his case about it. Since it didn’t bother me, I beat the shit out of the other kids and started calling myself Lucifer to make it easier for him,” he said with a shrug as his mind wandered back to those beautiful steaks just waiting for him.

“Huh,” she said, drawing his attention to find her sitting there, nibbling her bottom lip and appearing lost in thought.

“What?” he asked, reaching over and pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

“Nothing,” she said, seeming a little sad.

He watched her for a moment before he narrowed his eyes suspiciously on her and said, “You have a bet going over my name, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said with the saddest sigh that he’d ever heard.

“You lost, didn’t you?” he guessed, shaking his head in disgust.

“Well, I wouldn’t have if you’d been named Lucifer for your young, misguided love for all things evil,” she pointed out with a little pout that had him chuckling.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he teased, leaning in and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“No, you’re really not.”

“You’re right. I’m not,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. “All right, your turn,” he said, getting comfortable as he waited for her question.

“Fine,” she said, getting back in the game, “what’s my favorite song?”

“That’s too easy,” he said with a pitying shake of his head, because he’d seriously thought that she would give him something of a challenge.

“Then you should have no problem answering it,” she said, folding her arms over her breasts as she waited for his answer.

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he said, “Sam Hunt’s, Take Your Time.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, cocking a brow in question, clearly trying to throw him off when they both knew that he’d nailed it.

“Positive.”

“You guessed,” she said accusingly.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, laughing when she grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head.

“You cheated!”

“Sure did,” he said, smiling as he reached for her and pulled her onto his lap.

“Then how did you know?” she asked, carefully straddling his lap as she placed her arms around his shoulders.

“Because every time it comes on you get this cute smile on your face,” he said, tracing her beautiful pink lips with the pad of his thumb, “and you sing along under your breath while you work.”

“Hmm,” she said, shifting to get more comfortable on his lap. “Fine. I’ll give you that one.”

“Because I got it right?” he asked, chuckling when shot him a mocking glare.

“Because I’m that generous,” she said with a sniff as