Page 64 of Fear No Hell

Sam

The drive itself, though? Nothing. One big, blank spot in my memory.

Actually, that’s a lie. Not all memory of our drive home is gone. Lila fondling me, touching me, sucking me through my pants… I remember those things vividly, emblazoned in my brain for all time.

Next to me, Lila fidgets, an incandescent ball of lust who’s still raking her claws over my thighs.

“Get out of the car, Sam,” she orders.

I scramble out of the driver’s seat, shivering at the command as I slam my door and sprint around to open hers.

She’s already standing outside by the time I get to her, and I end up plastering her against the car as I come around the side.

Which isn’t a trial, not when she’s already crawling up me, latching her legs around my waist, and kissing me so deeply I can barely breathe.

She takes control of the kiss, ruthless and hungry, nipping at my lips before taking deep, long laps at my mouth. With nothing between us except clothing, it turns filthy fast, Lila directing my movements until I’m grinding her into the side of the car in the late afternoon sunshine.

“Dr. Eaton, is that—oh my god!” A shrill screech splits the evening. “What are you doing?”

I snap away from my Lila, teeth bared at the asshole who dared interrupt us. Standing five feet away from us is Mrs. “Please Date My Spawn” Lindworth in head-to-toe athleisure. Spit flies from her mouth as she stutters out one incomplete word after another.

“Th-How-Is—” She’s red in the face with each stammer turning her a darker shade of crimson. Squaring her shoulders, she puffs up her chest and finally manages to get out a full sentence. “Dr. Eaton, this is a family neighborhood!”

I shoot her an unimpressed glare. Up until now, I’ve tried to be civil because we live so close to each other.

All bets are off now, though. She’s about to get a rude awakening if she thinks I give a shit about interacting cordially anymore.

“And yet no families out here. Just a lonely asshole interrupting a couple.”

Her eyes lower to where Lila is still wrapped around me, long legs and the hot as fuck blackwork tattoos along them exposed by her shorts. Her jaw clenches as she looks Lila up and down, takes in each glowing mark. “Dr. Eaton! Is this woman a prostitute?”

“I beg your fucking pardon?” My voice drops so low that it distorts. “What did you just say to me?”

“Tattoos. Slutty shorts. Fornicating in public. All hallmarks of a lady of the night.” Mrs. Lindworth ticks off her running list of bullshit with an extended finger for each item.

It would almost be impressive how she manages to ignore the ominous noises rumbling in my throat if I weren’t already so pissed off I couldn’t see straight.

“You used to be an honorable man, Dr. Eaton. I guess this trash—”

“I would recommend you stop talking right fucking now and leave,” I bite out, lowering Lila to her feet and turning so I’m standing in between Lila and Mrs. Lindworth.

It doesn’t matter that my cock is hard, so much so it would probably be considered obscene.

As it is, Mrs. Lindworth’s gaze flicks downward so quickly I might have missed it if it weren’t for her gasp and the blush forming on her face.

Ordinarily, I would be annoyed at being so exposed…

and also getting ogled by a woman older than my mother.

But today’s not an ordinary day. I found out my father is a god. I discovered I’m apparently turning into a possessive caveman who goes violent when someone touches the woman who's mine. And Lila apparently wants and is ready to suck me off, which is messing with every synapse in my nervous system.

So, no, today isn’t ordinary, and this nosy, old bat has already spent far more time than is acceptable interacting with my girl.

I’ll happily insult my neighbor for daring to think she has any right to judge Lila, much less speak to or look at her.

I'm happy to take this one and put my neighbor in her place; Lila can take her all the other times. “She’s not a prostitute, and, frankly, if you insult her one more time, I won’t regret whatever I may do or say in response. ”

Lila’s fingers stroke across my shoulder in a soothing motion.

“Now I’m going to take my girlfriend inside our home and make her scream loudly enough you’ll probably be able to hear her all the way down the block.

Don’t bother knocking.” Whirling, I lift Lila back into my arms and storm to the house, ignoring the spluttering woman behind me.

“Go fuck yourself, Mrs. Lindworth, since no one else seems willing to do it for you.”

On that note, I slip my key into the doorknob and let us into the house.