Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 22
“Can’t hide anything from you,” he attempted to quip. “I’ll have to remember that.”
“Sorry,” Harley was reminded of her parent’s displeasure. “I won’t do it again.”
Her change in demeanor did not escape his attention. “Harley, there is nothing that I will ever do or think or say that is off-limits to you.” He was in a hurry, but this was important. Cupping the back of her neck, he stopped her forward momentum. “Do you understand? You are my priority.”
Relief filled her heart.
*****
“Do you mind if Amos comes with us?” Beau stood at the gangplank and watched the old gator lumber toward the boat. “He’s hungry.”
“Not at all,” Harley was ready to embrace Beau’s pet. “Why doesn’t he live at the game preserve with your other alligators?” She thought it was a reasonable question. They stood there while Amos lumbered aboard and made his way to the back where Beau had left him his morning meal.
“I enjoy him, for one thing. It reminds me of those old Miami Vice reruns when Don Johnson had his gator named Elvis on his boat. Secondly, he does deter those who would vandalize my boat. Amos is a pretty good watchdog.”
Harley settled in a chair inside the cabin and felt excitement roll over her as they pulled from their moorings and set off. “It’s beautiful here, truly haunting.” She loved everything about the swamp.
As they made their way down the bayou toward the Atchafalaya, Beau pointed out creatures along the bank and in the water. “Look at that snapping turtle, Baby, if he latches onto you, he won’t let go till it thunders.”
“Really?” she looked skeptical. “He’s huge. And mean looking.” She stood up to get a better look at the large turtle basking on a half submerged fallen tree.
“He probably weighs a hundred and seventy five pounds and his bite could take off a finger. Thunder wouldn’t have anything to do with it, but they are known for being ill-tempered.” Beau fanned at a mosquito buzzing around his face. “We need to spray for these smaller varmints. They’re much more likely to bite.” Rounding a bend, the waters of Bayou Chene opened up into a wider swath of water. “Look over there – big gator.”
Harley followed to where he was pointing then gasped as the beast lunged sideways and snapped up another creature in its jaws. “What was that?”
“He caught him a nutria rat.” Beau edged the boat closer so he could get a better look.
“When I saw my first nutria, I thought it was a beaver,” Harley confessed as she stood to watch the semi-gruesome sight.
“The nutria isn’t native to our part of the world. Actually, it’s from Argentina. It was introduced in the 1930’s by the rich naturalist, E. A. McIlhenny – to his home on Avery Island. He intended to start a fur trade. A storm blew in and the swamp beavers escaped and now there are twenty million of them destroying the coastal wetlands. They eat the roots of plants and this escalates erosion. Their only claim to good fortune is that they have helped in the comeback of the alligator population. And to be fair, their fur has become a viable trade item with France.” Harley listened as he talked. She was so proud of Beau. He was a true environmentalist.
“I was going to ask if we could go swimming, but I don’t know if it would be safe. Would it?” She had brought her swimsuit, just in case.
“No, Cher. I’m not risking your precious hide in these waters.” Beau brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. “If you want to swim, I’ll take you to the Hilton or to the beach.”
“Can we fish?”
Her eyes were big with excitement and he chuckled. “Yes, I brought some cane poles and bobbers. Are you gonna bait your own hook?”
“Yes,” she said a bit hesitantly. “But, if you’ll do it for me – I’ll make it worth your while.” A sly, slight little smile let him know what she really meant. “I could cook for you, satisfy any – hunger you might have.”
Beau stared at her a moment and then laughed out loud. “You little vixen! It won’t be ten minutes till we get to the cove and then I’m going to satisfy my hunger, but it won’t be for food.”
His dick reacted, instantly. As Harley had packed, he had called Dane Wagner and informed him that his services were no longer needed. He was feeling a bit cocky, thinking he could hang out his shingle as a sex therapist. But when Harley stood and leaned over the counter to get a soda, the sight of her gorgeous ass reminded him that he had all the business he could handle, right here. Watching his Nada sparkle and shine in the throes of ecstasy was all he was interested in.
“I can’t wait,” she turned and shocked him. Stepping close, she took a small chip of ice, traced his lips, then stood on tiptoe to lick the drops away. “I want you, so much.”
“Hell, Baby.” Beau decided they were in as good a spot as any, to anchor. Maneuvering out of the boating lane, he came to a stop, safely shut down the engine and reached for her. Smoothly, she slipped from his grasp. With a little wiggle to her walk, she stayed just ahead of him, stripping as she went. By the time she was to the stairs, she was completely nude and he was rock hard. Following her example, he started shedding clothes – tossing them to one side as he stayed hot on her trail. “Damn, I’m glad you wanna play with me.”
When they had arrived, he had shown her to his stateroom and she had been amazed at the size of the bed. All she could think about was being in Beau’s arms again. Making love with him had been the most sublime experience imaginable. Laying her ever-present cell phone on the nightstand, she turned to see him come through the door. Swear to God, his cock got there a good few seconds before he did. Being bolder than she ever thought possible, Harley walked up and wrapped her hand around his manhood, marveling at the silk covered steel. “Can I be on top this time?”
His answer was a growl. With one powerful move, he clasped her close, cupped her ass and lifted her. “Kiss me,” he demanded. She opened her lips, her thighs and her arms and wrapped herself around him. Lord, it felt like coming home.
God, she couldn’t get close enough. Years of living on a starvation diet – void of affection and tenderness – never touching anyone, no one ever touching her had made Harley ravenous. She clung to him, making love to his mouth, all the while pushing her aching pussy against him. Feverishly, she kneaded the muscles of his back, rubbed her swollen nipples across his chest and hummed her relief to be allowed as much access to his body as she desired.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Beau took a harsh breath. “You’re wet; I can feel your heat. Guide me in, Sexpot.” He couldn’t believe what a little firecracker she was. If he wasn’t so busy fucking her, he would get down on his knees and thank the good Lord above for this complete and utter answer to prayer.
Her hand shook as she encircled his thick rod. It was literally pulsing with life and she trembled as she opened herself to him. “I can’t wait – I just can’t wait. My pussy is so hungry for you.” Beau supported her completely. So, all she had to do was just turn herself over to him – take him inside of her and let him do all the work – mostly. It seemed she would die if she didn’t get him inside of her – there was an emptiness, a vacancy, a piece of herself missing. Harley held her breath as she placed the head of his cock to the opening of her vagina. He pushed in. “Ahhhhh.”
Perfect. Tight. Hot. “God, nothing is better than this – nothing.” He sank the first inch into her hot pussy and thrilled as she nipped at his chest, her nails bit into his shoulders. His woman was losing control and he loved it. “Easy, Angel – I’ll give you what you need.” Unbelievable! Her pussy rippled around him, quivering in response every time he jabbed his cock deeper with short eager thrusts. Biting his cheek, he focused on making this last. Hell, he had so little control where she was concerned. Big Beau LeBlanc who always prided himself on his prowess with the women was totally at her mercy. But being inside Harley was as close to heaven as he would probably ever get. “I’ve got you now, I’m gonna move you up and down on my cock – make us both feel good.” He thrust deeper – in and out - enjoying the feel of her flesh as it drug up and down over his cock. Locking his gaze with hers, he stared down into amber eyes that held the secrets of the universe for him. Right now, those beautiful golden eyes shone with wonder. “Do you know how much I love this?” he asked.
“Not as much as me,” she exhaled the words in a whoosh.
Pulling out, he surged back in, filling her to the brim, her little channel clasped him with a wonderful tightness, creating an agony of perfect pleasure that radiated throughout his whole body. Mine. Mine. Mine. His heartbeat out the litany of truth – Harley belonged to him. She always had belonged to him, since the days of Brownwood and their struggle for survival. Even during their days of separation, their souls had never given up hope – even when their minds and hearts had moved on as best they could. “Look,” she whispered. “Look at us, Beau.” Through a haze of ecstasy he glanced to where she was pointing and realized they were framed in the mirror – an erotic display of decadent passion. The sight of her impaled on his cock – at his mercy – his total control – and the look of utter trust and joy on her face was almost his undoing. “We’re beautiful,” she breathed next to his skin.
Watching the dance of their rapture only enflamed him further. Leaning back against the door, he ground his cock deep inside of her, bucking his hips and making her moan and arch her back, almost pulling from his grasp. He tightened his hold on her, there was no way he would let her fall. “Cum for me, Angel. Flutter that little pussy around me, let me know how much you enjoy my lovin’.” She took his instructions to heart, the little noises she was making escalating to a scream that echoed over the waters as he erupted within her. The power of his ejaculation ripped a roar from his own throat as she milked him of every drop he had. He pulled her closer, letting the pounding of their hearts synchronize as they came down from the heights of bliss. The universe had become very small; there was only the two of them, all the rest had been burned up in the firestorm of their joining. But that was all right, he had everything he needed right here in his arms.
*****
“It’s peaceful here,” Harley sighed with happiness. Sitting on the very back of the boat, on some steps leading off of the lowest deck, she dangled her feet near the water.
“You come back up here, Harley-mine, what are you thinking? A big gator will come along and jerk you off there and I won’t ever know what happened to you. It’s almost dark, the buggers are stirring.” Beau fussed as he stepped over Amos and pulled her back to a safe point. “I turn my back and you put yourself in danger like that. This isn’t some regular swimming hole – this is the damn swamp, Baby.” She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying his discomfiture. “What’s that hug for?” he grunted still trying to maintain his mad.
“Because I love you. And because you love me.”
“Damn, straight.” He returned her hug. “Come on and get you something to eat. I’ve made omelets, no onions – I plan on kissing you later.”
“Damn, straight,” she echoed him and he laughed. “I don’t want to think about what happened today. By that, I mean the prowler. Let’s talk about something else. We’ve covered ghosts. You’re always teasing me about Big Foot and the loup garou. Is the next thing voodoo zombie stories?”
“No zombies, I’ll tell you about cannibals, instead – how’s that?” He held her chair out for her and placed a plate of fried shrimp in front of her. “Want some red sauce? I made it myself.”
“I thought we were just having omelets.” She got her a spoonful of the fragrant egg concoction, too.
“I have to have meat, Cher. I’m a big man.”
“You’re so talented,” she was serious; he was talented in lots of areas.
“I know,” he agreed resignedly. “It’s a burden.” The smile he gave her next made her cream. “Do you want to hear about the cannibals?”
“While we’re eating?”
“We’re not eating people – we’re eating shrimp.” When she rolled her eyes, he began his tale. “Very few know about the cannibalistic warmongers who lived in these swamps called the Attakapas – their name in Choctaw meant ‘maneaters’. The Opelousas and the Chitimacha tribes were enemies of the Attakapas and they knew that any battle lost with them would result in the Attakapas eating any warriors that they captured as prisoners.”
The oldtimers say that in the early 1700’s these tribes had a battle near what is now St. Martinsville. The Attakapas lost the battle and were virtually wiped out, only a dozen or so survived. They escaped and went farther into the swamp, in an area we now called Indian Bend.” He gave her a wicked little grin – “that’s what they call the place we are sitting right now.”
“You love to scare me,” Harley swatted at him. “One of these days, I’m going to figure out how to scare you.” She waved a half-eaten shrimp at him.
“I hope not, Cher. It takes a lot to scare me. Anyway, the refugee Attakapas almost starved in these harsh swamplands. This is a veritable jungle; in fact, did you know they filmed the first Tarzan movie over by Morgan City?”
Harley was afraid he was going to change the subject. “Tell me about that later, get back to the maneaters.”
“Blood thirsty little urchin,” he kissed her on the nose. “The Attakapas became renegades, quarreling and fighting with everyone. They bore the brunt of the other tribe’s wrath – many were killed on the dark, narrow paths that wind through the swamps. Records of the local Spanish missions tell that starvation led to their becoming cannibals, but that wasn’t the case. There were older tales that were much more mysterious – not only about cannibalism but about the rugarou.”
“Rugarou,” Harley’s eyes were wide with interest. “I thought you called him the loup garou?”
“Luop garou is a French term, rugarou is native American - same creature,” Beau dismissed with a wave of his hand. “Many legends say that the Attakapas appealed to the Great Spirit and asked for help and he gave them the power to shapeshift, to become skinwalkers.” Despite the warmth of the cabin, Harley shuddered – either from fear or a thrill – Beau couldn’t be certain. Either way, she would hold him tight tonight. So, he laid it on thick. “It was nights like tonight, when the damp chill would set in and the fish go to the bottoms of the bayou and the animals den up in their holes, the Attakapas would drop to all fours. And on long moonlit nights, they would search for human prey.”
“Oh, that’s an old wives’ tale,” Harley pooh-poohed his story.
“Nuh-uh,” Beau insisted. “Just last winter there were sightings around Charenton. Many say that Hurricane Katrina woke them up. Anytime there is a disturbance in the eco-system, the rugarou seeks revenge.”
“I’m ready to go to bed,” Harley announced as she stood up and began clearing away the table. Beau joined her and they made short work of the dishes.
“You want to go hide under the covers?”
“No,” Harley gave him a sultry wink. “I want to play on top of the covers.” He lunged for her and she ran. Before he followed, he opened a cabinet door and took down a jar. Beau had a plan.
He looked bigger than life, leaning back against the headboard. His chest was a veritable playground of muscles, that dark hair hanging sexily down to his shoulders. A washboard of abs looked ready to be explored and she fully intended to make herself familiar with every ridge and rise. Especially the part that had rose to the occasion and was lying fully erect, just begging for attention.
“Come sit between my legs,” he held out a hand. They were both naked, a state she was fast coming to enjoy. As she started to straddle him, he directed – “No, turn around and lean back against me. I want to fulfill a fantasy.”
“A fantasy?” Every moment they were together was a fantasy she had never even dared to dream.
He fitted her to him and began to run his hands up and down her body. “Something I have dreamed of doing to my woman. I had no idea it would turn out to be you, but I’m learning that miracles happen. You have the softest skin. I love to touch you.” She laid her head on his shoulder, baring her neck to his kiss. “I have something that’s going to make you feel tingly and sexy, but it will make me feel even better – cause I get to touch you.” Taking a jar from the bed beside his hip, he unscrewed the lid. A sweet smell permeated the air. “White chocolate body cream.”
“This is going to be delicious, isn’t it?” she couldn’t believe the difference in her days since she had walked back into Beau’s life.
“Relax and enjoy.” Dipping into the soft mixture, he brought his hands onto her breasts and began to rub. Softly. Gently. Concentric circles, round and around her tits. Soothing it around the swollen nipples – not touching, but almost. Her head pushed back against his shoulder, her wealth of dark hair spread out across his chest as Harley arched into his caress.
“Oh, God – Beau – this feels so good.”
He kissed her neck, as he lifted her breasts in his hands, weighing them. Luxuriously, he kneaded them, molding and squeezing. Still he hadn’t touched her nipples. He was making her wait. But not for long, she needed what he so desperately wanted to give her. Getting a bit more salve, he tended to her nipples, rubbing them gently. Harley’s hips began to move, she couldn’t be still. “I love these puffy nipples. They are so soft, yet they can get as hard as little jewels.” In figure eights, he went round and round them, finally rewarding her by taking the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and milking them.
“Jesus, Beau,” she wailed, thrashing her head on his shoulder. His cock was already stiff with lust, but when she slipped her hand between her legs and began caressing herself, he felt his cock swell even more. She didn’t know it, but he was helplessly in love with her. Having her in his arms like this was paradise. Harley was almost sobbing now, her body straining to achieve the climax she needed. Whispering in her ear, he told her how precious she was. “You are so sexy. What did I ever do to deserve you? Holding you like this, giving you pleasure, hearing you cum makes life worth living. Hmmmm, come on, Baby, fly for me.” Her back arched almost double, and he had to tighten his grip on her to keep her in his arms. But she wasn’t trying to get away, her body responded to every tweak and pull he applied to her delectable nipples. She was biting her lip and holding on to his leg for dear life, and when she reached her peak, her whole body vibrated – he just held on and fell deeper in love. “That’s my baby, that’s my sweetheart.” He whispered to her, rubbing his face against her hair. Harley was totally lost in bliss, and by God she was his – all his.
