“Oh, well then," I cleared my throat. “I'm glad we got that out of the way. Wouldn't have wanted this to be awkward. Because I was sure there for a moment that you totally wanted to fuck me.”
Because I definitely wanted to fuck him again.
As if he could read my thoughts, Lucifer huffed a small laugh and said, “When I decide to fuck you, Dany, there will be no sliver of doubt who’s making you come.” He turned that piercing stare toward me and pinned me to my seat with it. “Ever.”
He took that moment to throw my long forgotten snack bag on my lap.
Heat crawled up my neck and consumed the air surrounding us.
I hated how hard he made me stumble, and I was getting pretty fucking tired of it by this point. Time to grab this hell horse by the reins.
“Lucifer Hark-the-Harold Christ,” I gasped with an exaggerated clutch of pearls. “Since when on God’s green one do you speak such filth? A classy gentleman such as yourself should be ashamed.”
The tremble in my hands was beginning to fade, which made it easier to dig around in the bag for my snacks.
“Where was my bag?” I asked. “Were you holding it the whole time?”
“It was on the floor, Dany,” he said with a full on eye roll.
“Well this could have gone so much differently if I’d known it was between your legs.”
“You never asked.” I laid out all of my packed snackies buffet style on the dash. “What are you doing?”
“Here.” That was all the warning I gave before dumping my drink options out onto his lap.
He grumbled an obscure curse like I’d handed him roadkill with sloughing fur.
“Oh, calm down,” I scoffed, grabbing the small pair of binoculars from a side pocket and tossing the empty bag over his shoulder. “Don’t be so prissy.”
“What is all of this?”
“Ughhh,” I groaned with my standard flair of sarcasm. “If I have to tell you one more time that this is a stakeout, you’re uninvited. Snacks,” I gestured toward the plastic baggies lining the dash. “Drinks, and binoculars. Essentials. I see that you didn’t come prepared. Don’t worry. I’ve never been afraid of sharing,” I teased with a wink and regretted it immediately. Hellfire glowed in his one green iris. It was an effort to keep my mind from drifting to that night on the hood of Joe’s car. I could tell by his face that Lucifer was not a man who shared.
“That night,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to wet my bone-dry lips. “Was it you?” The muscle jumping by his clenched jaw was answer enough. But– “How? What did you do to him?” Joe had been there. When we were finished, he stood panting behind me and I could feel a wetness that wasn’t mine slick my thighs.
“If there is one thing you can be certain of, dearest Dany, it’s that I do not share.”
I don’t know what prompted my next words. Fear? Genuine curiosity? Sick pleasure?
“Is this one of those ‘you’d rather see me dead than share with a filthy mortal’ moments?
“Of course not,” he answered in what sounded suspiciously like disappointment. “Do you think me a monster?”
“Aren’t you the devil-damn definition?”
“What more is a definition than an opinion assigned to a word?”
His words dragged a laugh deep from my belly, and I couldn’t keep from giving him a good ole southern slap on the shoulder as I rocked back and forth.
It could have been my mind playing tricks, but I could have sworn I felt a deep, rumbling vibration coming from beside me.
“Okay,” I wheezed, patting my chest in an attempt to calm down. “Fuck me. Jesus is really missing out.”
With a face straighter than a line, Lucifer asked, “My nephew or your cat?”
“I didn't know you could do that,” I teased, eyes stinging with stray tears.
“I don’t know to what you refer, Dany, but never forget that I am capable of anything.”
