Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 25
“Ah, Cher,” a flicker of sorrow passed through his eyes. “I thought we were past that.”
“It’s a good nervous,” she assured him. He looked skeptical, so she decided to show him. Once, Beau had told her that he longed for the day when she would just take what she wanted like she did when she would grab his hand while they walked the streets of New Orleans. So, she moved to him, letting all the arousal and hunger and need that had been building up for a lifetime rise up and make itself known. Looking up through her lashes at him, she smiled and licked her lips. “I want you, Beau LeBlanc. More than anything.”
A wild, hungry look lit up his eyes and he grabbed her hips, pulling her flush up against him. “Say that again.”
“Hmmmm, I want you, Beau. I want you hard and fast and all night long,” she purred, standing on tiptoe so she could nip at his lower lip, then lick the sting away.
“Why you little minx,” he chuckled as he pulled her closer, burying his cock into her stomach. “You want me? Show me how much.” He stepped back and unzipped his pants, releasing his swollen, thick cock. “Come on, Baby, I’ve got what you need.” With one hand he stroked his rod from the base to the tip, a long, slow pump. The other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her close. “Kiss me, Baby.”
She needed no further encouragement. With a whimper of absolute surrender, she flung herself against him and burrowed her mouth against his, kissing him with a quiet desperation as if this were the last kiss they would ever share.
Beau held her fast, letting her feast, accepting and returning – lick for lick, sip for sip - knowing she was imprinting herself on his very soul. Precum was leaking from his cock. God, he needed to feel her skin. Without asking, he began pushing her sheer robe from her shoulders. She understood, dropping her arms and making it easier for him. Still they kissed. As soon as the robe hit the floor, he grasped the gown and began gathering it his fingers, lifting it up and over her head. She huffed a little protest when it became necessary to remove her mouth from his. Beau couldn’t help but laugh. “Hungry, Baby?”
“Starving.”
Shit! Every time he saw her breasts he was struck anew with their beauty. Damn, they were cum-worthy. “You are so hot.” He bent over and sucked hard on one nipple, drug his mouth over to the other and licked it, sensuously. “Are you wet for me?” Not waiting for an answer, he felt between her legs. “Hell yeah, I could drown in your juices.” She pushed toward him, urging him to go deeper. “Touch me,” he demanded, then hissed out a breath when her hand closed around his cock. Looking down, he noted with satisfaction that her fingers wouldn’t meet. Raising his eyes to her, he grinned – “You might ought to use both hands, Sugar.”
So she did, and what she did took his breath away. Cock worship. He had heard of it, but he had never been lucky enough to experience it. With one hand she pumped, massaging his rod, letting her palm come up and over the head, rubbing the pearlescent drop of his seed into his skin. The other held him at the base and squeezed, driving him fuckin’ crazy. “Damn, how did you know how to do that?”
“I researched it on the internet,” she answered with a saucy little grin. “I’m a quick study.”
“Show me what else you learned. Go down on me, Harley. Suck me; I need to feel your lips on my cock.” With bated breath he waited as she kissed him on the neck and then began to lick her way south. She scraped his pecs, tongued his nipples and as she sank to her knees she nipped him on his belly, leaving a little mark of ownership. “God, you’re good. The Lord loves me a lot, he does.” Oh, she was making him wait, teasing him.
Having turned loose of his dick, she jerked on his pants. “Help me, Beau.”
He didn’t argue, but stripped his clothes off and prayed she would remember where she left off. Clasping him behind the ankles, she drug her hands up his legs, soothing – kneading – petting him. He decided not to take any chances. “Suck me, Sweet Baby.”
“With pleasure.”
Molten fire enveloped his cock as she fitted her lips over the head. Was there any more beautiful sight in the world than seeing your woman pleasuring you? Seeing her stretch her pink lips over your flesh? With heated concentration, Harley sucked. Beau hummed his satisfaction, “That’s it, Baby. Suck me hard.”
What was the best part? Harley couldn’t decide. Was it watching his face? Seeing the emotion race across it, his lips curling in ecstasy? Or was in the very act, itself? She loved the closeness. Sucking him deeper, she eagerly gave him pleasure. He loved this she could tell. Sliding him out, drawing him back in – she fed their lust. He wove his hands in her hair and held her captive as his cock fucked her mouth in short, hard jabs. Little did he know, but she loved his dominance. It was a surprise to her as well. And she needed him – so much. Moisture was gathering between her thighs – saturating her pussy. More, she wanted more.
It was hard to be still and focus. Pressing her legs together, Harley fought the urge to rub her clit. Instead, she looked up at her man. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his hair fell around his face giving him the look of a warrior. With swirls of her tongue she massaged the head. Groans of appreciation burst from his lips.
“Perfect – fuckin’ perfect.” Sensations so sharp and so intense arrowed through his body, making his balls draw up and his blood sizzle. Did any man deserve pleasure like this? Lord, he needed to cum. But he needed something else more. “Up, up – and turn around.” Helping her to her feet, he whirled her around. “Bend over.”
Harley started to protest, but she was so turned on it was hard to think. Following his command, she bent over and felt him go down behind her. “Oh, Beau,” she keened as he palmed her pussy, rubbing it sensuously, fingering her clit. “What are you doing?”
“This.” Suddenly he spread her legs wider, and a big hand pressed down on her back. She felt his lips on her hips, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. “You’ve got such a pretty little pussy,” he groaned as he tongue speared into her opening. Clutching the bedspread, Harley held on – pleasure her only reality.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he licked and sucked. She felt so helpless. Beau was tonguing her flesh, kissing and lapping, making her mindless with need. “Please?” she begged. His only answer was to take her farther, a little bite to her labia lips, his tongue working deeper in her channel, the pad of his thumb massaging her clit until she was bucking helplessly – pushing her bottom back against his face.
“Do you want to come, Harley?”
“Got to,” she tried to reason with him. “Need to, please.”
Beau chuckled at her desperation, but gifted her with exactly what she asked for. Closing his lips over her clit, he drew it his mouth and sucked. Harley shattered – explosions of heat and color flashed through her. Arching her back, she ground against him. Her whole body trembled as the climax shook her to the very core. Still, she wanted more.
“I need you now.” She felt him stand up, and she tried to turn over. Beau was going to take her and she was almost sobbing with relief. But, before she could move, she felt the stalk of his manhood probe at her opening. With one mighty thrust, he impaled her on his cock. Fiery pleasure scorched her pussy. He held her hips and pumped into her with grunts and groans of appreciation. “God, you are so tight. Your little box squeezes me like a vise.” She held herself up on her arms, looking over her shoulder, needing to keep him in sight.
“Beau,” she said his name. This was Beau. Her Beau. Over and over again, he rammed into her – her whole body was at his mercy. His hands weren’t still; they soothed her back or kneaded her hip. Biting her lip, she let herself feel his surging power. She could do this. All she needed to do was concentrate on how much she loved him and how good it felt.
How had he ever survived without her? Nothing or no one could compare. Beau was lost in Harley. Staring down he could see his cock emerge from her flesh – covered with her cream – only to sink back in to the sweetest, tightest little pussy he had ever know.
Shaking his head like the lion she had compared him to, he growled and pumped harder – deeper – faster – he balls slapping against her pussy. Harley held on – to the bedspread and to her sanity. This was Beau. He loved her. “Beau, please!” she wailed.
He heard her as if at a distance. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t answer – only he could do was feel. She tightened around him even more, her body undulating under his. God, he couldn’t take anymore – he had to cum. Bearing down, he covered her, pressing her down into the mattress. His hand was on her back, her face in the mattress. “Milk me, baby! Fuck, yeah!” He rocked into her over and over again, until his cum boiled up and shot out, filling her up. She struggled beneath him. Her voice was ragged with emotion.
“Beau, please – I know it’s you, but let me up. Please! I’m afraid!”
God, no. God, no. God, no. What had he done? Pulling out, he picked her up, holding her. “Harley? Harley, baby? God, I’m so sorry. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Shit! Shit! Shit! She was shaking. How pathetic could she get? She had ruined it. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It just got to be too much. I’m sorry, Beau.” He sat down on the bed and cradled her to him. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed. “I didn’t mean to fall apart. It was just being held down like that. I couldn’t help it, for a minute I was back in Brownwood with Pell. I’m so sorry!”
Beau felt like he was going to die. “You’re sorry? I didn’t think. I was too excited. God, forgive me, Honey. Please!” He had known she didn’t want to be taken like that and he had done it anyway. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“There’s nothing to forgive. It was my fault.” Still, she shook in his arms.
“Never. Impossible.” He set her aside and went to get a washcloth. “Sit still, I’ll be right back.” Returning, it hit him just how small and fragile she was. Damn, he ought to be taken out to the woodshed. She looked up at him, tremulously.
“I was okay till right at the last. You know I love to make love with you.” He wiped her face, her hands and between her legs. But, he didn’t say anything. She watched his face. All she could see was remorse.
Picking her robe up off the floor, he helped her get her arms in the sleeves and fastened a couple of buttons. Next he picked up his pants and pulled them on. “What kind of man am I? You entrusted yourself into my care and I failed to protect you – from me! Maybe, I’m not what you need.”
“No. No – please, no. Let me show you.” She reached for him, determined to prove that she trusted him, desired him, needed him above all others.”
“Stop,” he took her hands in his – stilling them. “Not now. I need to think.” Beau was confused. He never thought that he would be the one to hurt Harley. But he had. What did that say about him? “Look,” he framed her face with a tender grasp, “this isn’t your fault. You are precious. But, I need to think. Just sit here and let me walk this off. You know how I am. I just need to clear my head.”
He turned to go. Harley jumped up to stop him. “Don’t go. It won’t happen again. Please don’t let this change anything between us.”
“I’ll be back, and then we’ll talk. I promise. I won’t be gone long. You know I’m not going far, not with that madman loose. Fresh air, that’s what I need.”
“Please don’t reject me,” she whispered – but he was already gone.
A frantic ring broke the silence. Three long. One short. “Oh, no. Not now.” She went to the dresser, her whole body wound up like a tight spring. “Socorro.”
“Harley, its Waco. I’m on my way to Baton Rouge with everything we need. In just a few minutes, a policeman will pick you up and take you to a helipad.” She had kept him informed of their whereabouts and everything that had been going on – just in case. “You’ve got to get to Tiger stadium at LSU. It’s bad. There’s a beer truck parked next to the south side and the authorities say it’s packed tight with C4.”
“What else do we know?” She began to get ready as she talked.
“The stadium is filled to capacity. Ninety-two thousand people think they are at a normal football game. They have no idea they’re sitting on a powder keg. We’ve received specific instructions that if the crowd is let go, the bomb will automatically detonate – no bargaining – no second chances. Emptying the stadium isn’t really an option. There would be mass panic, stampedes – people would get trampled and die in the confusion.”
“I don’t understand. This isn’t my area of expertise. And I have no connections to LSU – this can’t be Crocker.” She had confided all of her fears to her employee.
“Oh, it’s Crocker, he’s identified himself and he wants to talk to you. He says if anybody else gets within a hundred feet of that truck he’ll detonate the mercury switch and blow the whole place sky high. The death toll would be tremendous. That asshole is holding all those people hostage, and they don’t even know it.”
“What do we know? How much time do I have?”
“He’s says it’ll be a fourth quarter surprise. We’re running out of time.”
“I’ll be ready. You wait outside for me, keep me informed and be careful. And Waco,” she cleared her throat fighting back tears. “I’m going to need you this time. I’m not in the best frame of mind.”
“What do you mean? Has something happened with Crocker that I’m not aware of?”
“No, it’s not about Crocker. It’s Beau, I’ve messed up and let him down. I think it’s over.”
“Hell, Baby. I’m so sorry. There’s no way you could let anybody down. But don’t you worry,
I’ll be there. You won’t be alone.”
She closed the phone. Beau hadn’t returned, but that really wasn’t a surprise. She didn’t have time to look for him. He had said he wasn’t leaving, but he might have changed his mind. Grabbing a piece of paper, she hastily wrote him a note. How to say what she wanted to say in only a few lines?
Dearest Beau-ray:
I am so sorry for running off like this without saying good-bye. What happened this morning was not your fault. And I understand completely why you would think twice about being with someone like me.
I received an emergency phone call a few moments ago. I have to go Baton Rouge. There is a bomb at the LSU football stadium and it’s filled to capacity. Pray for me, all of those people’s lives are in jeopardy and we can’t even warn them.
Whatever happens, remember that I loved you with all my heart. And I would have given anything in this world to have had forever with you.
Harley
She left it propped up on the dresser for him to find – then she made the longest walk of her life – away from Beau.
Beau had never been angrier with himself. He had walked around the grounds for a bit, trying to calm down. Now, he thought he’d just sit in Indy’s truck and think. With more force than he intended, he almost ripped the truck door off its hinges. How could he have been so stupid? A harsh laugh, almost a sob, tore from his throat. Visions of the last hour or so scalded his memory. He had taken her so roughly, in the very way she had asked him not to. Still echoing in his ears were the little pleas she had made as she begged him - - Damn! He hurt so bad, like razor blades were slicing gashes in his soul. Idiot! Harley hadn’t been begging him for more of his cock; she had been begging him to stop!
Oh, he had to work it out. He didn’t have a choice. Harley was his life. He loved her and – God, help him – he hoped she loved him, but he needed more help than he realized. This was one time he couldn’t afford to fuck up.
Sitting in the Old Castillo parking lot, he could see the grounds and make sure no intruder came anywhere near her. This was really a beautiful place. Everything looked so normal – so peaceful. He watched a cop car pull out of the front drive. That made him feel better, it was good to know they were out and about in the neighborhood.
All he could think about was Harley. He wasn’t seeing the sleepy side street in St. Martinsville, or the Evangeline oak. He was seeing Harley smiling as they walked at Cypress Bend. He wasn’t hearing the noises of traffic. Instead, he heard her laughing on the boat at Caddo Lake. Every moment they had spent together echoed through his mind. If he closed his eyes he could still feel her body as she clung to him, her refuge, when she had been frightened by the specters of Willow Bend.
God, he had to fix this. She was his Nada. The bond they shared was so tight and complete; he didn’t feel like he could breathe away from her. Why did his life have to be so complicated? Lord, he needed to get this off his chest. Taking his phone, he placed a call to the good doctor. Maybe they needed to go see Dane again. Ole’ Beau LeBlanc didn’t have his act together nearly as well as he thought he did. Checking his watch, he realized the doc probably wasn’t in his office. It was getting late. Oh well, the answering service might patch him through. He was wrong – the doctor was in.
“Wagner, here. Beau, is that you?”
“Caller ID? Or psychic?”
“Not psychic. So tell me. How is Harley? Did you make her a happy and fulfilled woman?”
“For a while,” Lord, this was hard. “Our first time was perfect. And the second – and the third. But tonight – I fucked up.”
“What happened?”
“Hell, I got carried away. She had told me how those bastards had controlled her by holding her face down on a surface.” He paused, but when Dane didn’t jump into the conversation, he went on. “I thought everything was okay. We were going at it hot and heavy and I had made her cum. Shit, I feel like a heel for telling you this. She doesn’t like us to talk details.”
“This is important. Be respectful, but go ahead.”
“I had her bending over the bed and had kissed her from that angle – and I just stood up and entered her from the back. I swear to God, I thought everything was fine. She was ready for me, she seemed receptive. But something went wrong – she was talking, begging me ‘please’, and fool that I was – I thought she was happy and wanting more. Damn, Man.” Beau’s voice broke. “She was begging me to stop.”
