Fire & Brimstone
Page 77“Seriously? You’re going to manhandle me now?” she snapped, continuing with the squirming.
He ignored her question and moved on, deciding that they’d wasted enough time arguing. “You’re going to have to turn down that asshole and tell him that you already have a job,” he said since that needed to be cleared up immediately.
She stopped squirming on his lap to throw him a questioning look over her shoulder. “Who?”
“That asshole from the bar,” he said while his hand found her ass and stayed there since it soothed him.
When she continued to blink, he said, “The guy that talked your ear off for over an hour last night.”
She blinked, again.
“The guy that offered you a job!” he snapped, giving her ass a squeeze because he’d earned it for the bullshit that she put him through.
“Nobody offered me a job,” she said with a sigh as she folded her arms beneath her head so that she could use them as a pillow.
Frowning, he asked, “What the hell are you talking about?”
She grumbled, “He wanted to talk about being gluten free, because his wife just found out that she has a gluten sensitivity and he wanted to know how to keep her safe.”
“Oh,” he said, digesting that as he continued to kneed her bottom.
“Yeah,” she said, sighing as she laid there.
“So, then there’s no reason for you not to come back?” he asked, wondering if he’d missed anything that the stubborn woman might use to argue her away out of this one.
“But…” he said, deciding to help her along for the sake of his sanity.
Sighing, she reached back and swatted his hand away so that she could climb off his lap, but she didn’t go far. Tearing a strangled groan from him, she threw her leg over his lap so that she was straddling him and in one move, slowly impaled herself on his cock that had been straining to get back to her since he’d pulled her mouth away.
“Everything okay?” she asked with that damn innocent expression that had caused him to lose his fucking mind more times than he could count.
Narrowing his eyes on her and trying not to think about just how fucking tight she was, he bit out, “Fine.”
“Good!” she said brightly as she shifted more than what was necessary in his opinion to get comfortable. “Now, where were we?” she asked, wiggling.
“You were just about to tell me how you were going to piss me off,” he reminded her, cupping her hips to stop the damn woman from wiggling again.
“Yes, yes I was,” she said with a firm nod and another fucking wiggle!
“Spit it out.”
Sighing, she tried to wiggle again, but he’d been ready for it and stopped her. “You don’t need to let me help run the Fire & Brimstone, Christopher,” she said, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in until her forehead touched his. “I miss the Fire & Brimstone and I miss you.”
“You see me every day,” he reminded her before adding, “and we both know that you’ve been running the Fire & Brimstone with me since the moment that you set your eyes on it. So, let’s not play this game. We’re getting married today, Rebecca, and then we’re going to run the Fire & Brimstone together, making it the best restaurant in the state.”
Smiling, she leaned in and quickly kissed him. “It already is the best restaurant in the state and seeing you after work isn’t the same and you know it,” she informed him in a teasing tone.
“It can always get better,” he reminded her, returning the kiss that had him struggling to focus on what mattered.
“I suppose it can,” she said, sounding a little distracted as she slid her fingers through his hair and raised herself up on her knees.
“It definitely can,” he said, using his hold on her hips to help guide her back down and making them both moan.
“Then should we discuss the terms of my return?” the frustrating woman asked as she tore a groan from him.
“Marrying me isn’t enough?” he asked, tilting his head so that he could kiss her better.
“No,” she said, chuckling as she slowly kissed him, “Not really.”
“You are a mean woman,” he said, smiling as he kissed her chin.
“But you adore me,” she reminded him.
“I love you,” he corrected her before adding, “and you fucking adore me.”
Smiling, she said, “Well, I might be in love with you, too.”
Chuckling, he cupped her beautiful face in his hands and leaned back so that he could look into her eyes. “Might be?”
She shrugged. “It’s a possibility.”
“So, then what’s the problem?” he asked, leaning in so that he could kiss her stubborn little chin simply because he couldn’t help himself.
“You’re pushing it,” he said, chuckling as he leaned in to shut her up with a kiss.
“Yes, but you knew that I would,” the little demon proudly said.
“Yes, I did,” he said, keeping an arm wrapped around her so that he could lower them both back onto the bed. “And I expect that you’re going to do it for the rest of our lives.”
Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him that grin that absolutely terrified him and said, “You can count on it.”
Epilogue
Two Months later…
“He’s going to kill you.”
“You think so?” Rebecca asked as a group of Lucifer’s cousins walked past them, all of them shooting her winks as they headed for her old section.
“There’s a good chance,” Melanie said, nodding as she placed her hands on the swell of her belly.
Rebecca considered asking Melanie when she was finally going to tell Aidan, but she really didn’t feel like hiding in bathroom, texting Lucifer for help as the crazed, hormonal woman tried to break in and slap her silly as she sobbed hysterically, again. So, instead she decided that she would continue sitting there, sipping her Coke and periodically glancing towards all the exits, looking out for the man that might have take issue with the fact that she’d allowed his relatives back inside or the fact that she’d cleared the dance floor and had inadvertently turned the Fire & Brimstone into a nightclub for the night.