Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 27
“You should have known I would,” he whispered. “I can’t live without you - - if I lose you, my world ends.”
“What about my panic attacks?”
“Shhhhh,” he kissed her cheek. “Stop worrying. Let’s go home.”
*****
“I love your house,” she couldn’t say it enough. Blending into the lush landscape, his home sat on piers. Made of cypress, it was stained a dark golden oak. Decks and stairs and pathways wound down from the second story to end like magical paths at the edge of the bayou where a dock jutted out into the deeper water.
“Thank-you, Doll.” He kissed her. “I had hoped you would like it here. Won’t we be a lucky couple with three places to call home?” A splash off to one side drew their attention. “Look, there are the Cuban crocs. We had to move them over here till Indy could get their area free of fire-ants. So, don’t you go sleep walking and fall of the deck or you’ll end up a midnight snack.” He grabbed her and hugged her close and this time, she didn’t squeal or jump or flinch – she just held on like she would never let him go.
He carried her in. Like a bride over the threshold. She couldn’t be still in his arms for looking at her surroundings. “You have a gorgeous kitchen, and fireplace, and couch and . . .” he never slowed down until he got to his room. “And bed,” she finished as he her sat her down on it. When he knelt down and laid his head in her lap, she began to cry. “Beau-ray, it’s okay. Everything turned out okay.”
“I know,” he kissed her stomach. “But it could have so easily gone horribly wrong.”
She rubbed his hair, soothing him. “You saved me.”
“Hell, Honey. You saved us all. You’re amazing – so brave. You run toward what everyone else is running from. How many other people can say that?”
“I don’t know about that. Look how I acted when you were making love to me.” She kissed his head. “I love how you make me feel. You have given me a reason to live. Making love with you is the culmination of a lifetime of dreams. So, how could I fall apart like that? I’m so ashamed.”
Beau got up and joined her on the bed. “Listen to me,” he took her chin in his hand, so she couldn’t turn away. “There is nothing that we can’t conquer together. We can wrangle alligators, diffuse bombs, capture snakes and chase ghosts. Making love is going to be a piece of cake.” She smiled and he kissed her tenderly. “We’ll work it out. What happened before was not your fault. You had told me what would trigger an attack, and me in my lust-struck condition – I forgot.”
“It’s okay. We’ll try again. Maybe, it won’t happen anymore. It felt really, really good – until...”
“Until I held you down and reminded you of the past,” Beau leaned his forehead against hers. “When you were saying ‘please’, I thought you were wanting more of me – not asking for me to stop. I’m so sorry.”
She placed a palm on his cheek. “I always want more of you. We’ll get past this, I promise. I’ll go see Dane again. I want to be perfect for you.”
“You are perfect. It was me that messed it all up by walking away. If we had talked about it then like we’re talking about it now, there would have been no misunderstanding. Just remember this, you never have to worry that I am going to leave you or reject you. We can work through your memories of being violated – that will disappear with time.”
“But you said that you might not be what I needed.”
Beau sighed, “Yea, I said that. But I never intended to leave – what I intended to do was change for you – whatever it took.”
“Will you make love to me now? In your home and in your bed?”
“Over and over again,” he promised. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet. “Kiss me, Cher.” He shifted a heartbeat closer until nothing separated them but a whisper of heat. “I want to enflame your desires hotter than they’ve ever burned.”
This man was heady, Harley quivered at the dark flame of desire she saw blazing in his eyes. “You are making me wet and achy,” she whispered.
“Good, I like you wet and achy.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, and she couldn’t help it – she rubbed her body against his - sensuously from side to side. “Oh God help me, I want you.” Her nipples were hard – his cock was hard – every place their bodies touched detonated hot sparkles of passion.
“You got me, Babe – now and forever.” Without further ado, he claimed her lips in a savage kiss and Harley moaned her surrender. This man was her fierce protector. He was her best friend and if every prayer she ever uttered in her life was answered – he would be her’s forever. Want gnawed at her clit; she needed him so much. Maybe it was the danger they had been through today, but she was ravenous for him. Harley was hungry to prove they were both still alive and had a lifetime of tomorrows. “God, I love you.” He drug his mouth from hers and rained kisses all over her face from her forehead to her neck. “Look at me,” he commanded. With the backs of his fingers he traced a warm trail down her neck to her collarbone, causing Harley to thrust her breasts out toward him wanting more.
“Touch me, please,” she nipped him on the chin and a surprised laugh erupted from his lips.
“Oh my baby is getting brave,” he bit her back, a gentle scraping of his teeth on her neck. But he rewarded her by tweaking an erect nipple through the thin barrier of her dress and camisole.
“Brave? No, I’m fearless,” she tossed back at him as she rubbed the flat of her hand over his bulging erection. The gesture was meant to arouse him, but when it jumped in her hand hot tingles of excitement radiated out from her clit and made her hips pump in jealousy.
“Yes, you are, my Nada. You are my little warrior.” Giving her what she needed, he put both hands between them and rubbed her nipples, tormenting them with milking motions that drove her wild.
“If you don’t put your mouth on me, I’m going to hurt you.”
Beau leaned back and looked at her, unable to contain his mirth. “Who are you?” he laughed. “Hold up your arms? Let me see those luscious nipples of yours.” Dutifully, she raised her arms over her head and let him skim off her dress and her camisole, leaving her only in a pair of lacy pink underwear. “Damn!” Would he ever tire of looking at her?
Longing bubbled up within her from a wellspring of dreams. This man was her fantasy – her dream lover – her destiny. He cupped her bottom, sliding his hand down into her panties. “You have fun teasing me, don’t you?” Her breathing hitched when he stroked her rump and flirted with her crease.
“More than you’ll ever know.” Before she could blink, he picked her up, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” When she did, he slid his palms under her ass and lifted her up – up – so, his mouth could close over a swollen nipple. Harley’s head lolled back and she arched, giving his total access. “Hmmmm,” Beau hummed his enjoyment as he consumed, devoured and ravished her tits. Total possession, that’s what it was. This was more than lovemaking, this was more than sex – this was a total claiming. Beaureguarde LeBlanc wanted Harley Montoya – for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer – as long as they both shall live. The missing marriage license and ceremony was a mere technicality. As far as he was concerned they would become one flesh tonight.
A haze of pleasure enveloped her as he went from breasts to breast searing them with hot suction and a swirling tongue. “I want you inside me, Beau. I need you inside me.”
Granting her wish, he laid her on the bed and tore off his clothes. He couldn’t help but let his eyes feast on the picture she made – laying there all rosy from his loving. Her nipples were wet from his mouth and her pussy was wet from excitement. And that face – God, her face was beautiful. Damn, he was hard. He fisted his cock, pumping it a couple of times – priming the pump. “Spread those legs, Baby.” And when she did, he groaned at the sight. Open, vulnerable, soft – totally feminine – Harley was a picture of what a desirable woman should be.
Lowering his big body, he fitted himself to her and at last she got the privilege of touching him. Greedily, she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. It amazed her how hard his muscles were, the ridges and valleys were designed to be explored by touch and taste. Harley longed to map his body, to drive him as wild as she was. “Hold up, Beau. I need to feel your cock.” He lifted himself up, giving her room to reach between them. And when her hand closed over his steel rod, they both groaned.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, Harley?”
He hadn’t known her intentions, but Harley had plans. Closing her hand around his hard, thick erection, she guided it to her opening. Only he could give her what her body craved. “Yea, I need it as hard and fast as you can give it to me.” She didn’t really know what demon possessed her tonight, but for the first time she felt free. Gone were the doubts and fears of rejection. Beau wanted her, he desired her – Beau loved her just the way she was.
“Hold on, Baby,” he warned. “I’ve got to have you, now.”
Holding her breath, she waited. With a dip of his hips, he entered her. Just the tip of his cock nudged inside. “Just that little bit feels so good,” she encouraged. “I need more.” Harley knew she was being demanding, but she couldn’t help it. Her whole being felt desperate for him. She needed Beau to put out the fire that was threatening to burn her alive.
“Tell me what you want, Harley. Say the words.” He needed to hear them. He hungered to hear them. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
It never crossed her mind to deny either one of them. “Take me, Beau. Fuck me. Please fuck me!” He didn’t make her wait another moment. As she lifted her hips, he thrust in and both of them shut their eyes in rapture. Her pussy opened and separated, her soft flesh made room for him. “It feels so good!” she raised her hips, loving the drag of the big head of his cock over nerve endings that screamed for more. Just hours before, she had thought it was over; just hours before, it had seemed they had no future. And now she was in his bed, in his arms and he was buried as deep inside of her as a man could be. She was aware of every inch – every vein – every slip and slide of his flesh against hers.
Stroke after stroke drove her higher and higher. Harley held on to his shoulders, fingernails digging in. If she didn’t hang on, she would be swept away in the waves of ecstasy that were bombarding her soul. “More!” Her cries of encouragement echoed around the room. Shadows on the walls showed a dance of desire as they gave one another pleasure. Harley tried to hold out, she wanted to cum at the same time as Beau. But she couldn’t. He pistoned into her, driving her right off the edge of the world – and it didn’t surprise her at all to learn she could fly. “Beau!”
As Harley screamed his name, he let go. The sensation of her pussy closing around him over and over again was all it took to trigger his own orgasm. Rolling up from his balls, his climax rocketed through his cock and exploded out in a rush of pleasure. But he couldn’t stop bucking into her – it just felt too good. And her little body was still caressing him, massaging him – milking him with exquisite convulsion. He bent his head to her neck and “I’ll never get enough of you, and I’m never letting you go.”
*****
Early morning in the swamp was a sight to behold. Mist rose from the waters and birds took to the skies in colorful clouds of motion. Sounds of nature filled the air while Harley stood on the deck and surveyed the picturesque scene with more peace in her heart than she could ever remember having. The need for coffee drew her back into the house. She made it the way Beau liked it and the smell was so strong, she almost expected the paint to peel from the walls.
Pouring a mug full, she stirred in sugar and cream – a lot of sugar and cream. An omelet sounded good. The sound of the shower told her that Beau was up, so she took a sip, sat her cup down and took out eggs, cheese, ham and vegetables from the refrigerator. As if on cue, her stomach growled. Their nocturnal activities had given her an appetite. Twice before dawn he had reached for her, their need for one another almost insatiable.
A dull hissing roar almost made her jump. It was the bull croc. She recognized the sound and wondered what he found to bellow about so early in the morning. Harley had left the deck door open to catch the morning breeze, so the sounds of the bayou were drifting up to her ears. Peering into the cabinets, she located a bowl and other tools she would need to make them breakfast. She was anxious to make a place for herself in his home. The dinging of her cell phone broke her reverie. “I’m tempted to not even check,” she muttered to herself. It was her regular phone and she didn’t feel the need to hear from anybody. But habits were hard to break – so she looked. There were three texts and a voice mail. When she opened one of them up, she had to catch the cabinet to keep from falling. The words made her blood run cold. CROCKER WAS NOT APPREHENDED, BE CAREFUL.
“Is that about me?”
Harley whirled around and saw Fox Crocker standing in the open door. She couldn’t even scream.
“Are you glad to see me?” The insane gleam in his eyes went along perfectly with his words.
“Beau will kill you.” She knew he would if he got the chance, but Beau was in another part of the house. Whether he would find her in time was the question. There was no doubt in Harley’s mind that Crocker had come to kill her.
“Today we all die, Nada.” Fox announced conversationally. “I’m trying out one of those new bombs, you’ve heard about them – a body bomb?”
For a moment, she didn’t understand. Then it hit her. This was the newest weapon in the world of terrorism. “You’ve made yourself into a bomb, haven’t you?” She had read about this. He had either ingested it or pushed it up into himself from his rectum. It would be plastic, undetectable by x-ray and detonated by a substance injected by syringe. The question was – had he already injected himself? How much time did she have and could she get Beau out of the house before it blew? That was the critical question. Either way, there was no way he could save himself if he didn’t know it was happening. “Beau!” she screamed.
“What’s the use to call the Cajun? Wouldn’t it be more merciful to let his death be a surprise?” He stuck his hand in his pocket and Harley bit the inside of her jaw, hard – trying to keep from screaming. If he pulled out the syringe, she was going to run at him and try to push him outside the house. That was a foolish and ineffectual choice, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. But it wasn’t a syringe he extracted from the pocket, it was a knife.
“Why have you always hated me so much?” It was a question that she had always struggled with. How could one human being despise another to the extent that their every waking moment was devoted to giving the object of their loathing hell on earth?
“That’s simple. Like the name your father gave you at birth, you are nothing. You are worthless. No man in his right mind would ever want you. I had you, and there was nothing special about you at all.”
Harley tried not to listen. Beau loved her. Crocker was wrong. He was insane.
“You’re ruined, desecrated, used up and disgusting.” As he denigrated her, he moved toward her – knife raised.
“If you put one scratch on her silky-smooth skin, I’ll gut you like a catfish,” Beau ground out the words. When Harley had called, he knew something was wrong. Raising a 350 Mag, he pointed it straight at the bastard’s black heart.
“Don’t move a muscle, LeBlanc. You shoot me and we all die instantly, in a blaze of glory.” He held up both arms as he yelled, triumphantly.
“What’s he talking about, Baby?” Beau addressed Harley.
“Crocker has made himself into a bomb. He has plastic explosives inside his body. I don’t think a bullet would detonate it, but I can’t be sure.”
“Then, we won’t take the chance. Is it like nitro?”
Harley knew what he was asking. If Beau fought with him, would it explode? “No, it’s not that volatile of a substance.”
“Enough said.”
“How do you fuck her, LeBlanc?” Crocker snarled. “Does the bile rise in your throat every time you sink into her dirty pussy?”
“Hell, no. Don’t you listen to him, Harley. Those were your last words, Asshole.” Beau lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.
“Be careful, Beau,” Harley begged. Crocker was nowhere near Beau’s size, but he had a knife. Plus, he was insane and insanity is an incredible source of strength. She watched them struggle. The knife clattered to the floor, but still they fought. Crocker tried to gouge Beau’s eyes and grab him by the throat, but Beau managed to wrestle him out toward the deck. Harley picked up the knife and followed, if she got the chance, she’d gut him herself.
Out on the deck, they struggled, moving first one way and then the other. Beau was backed up to the railing and Crocker had his back to her. This was her chance. She was just about to make her move and attack him, when Crocker broke away. With a horrendous yell, he charged Beau. Time seemed to freeze and Beau met Harley’s eyes for a moment as Crocker barreled at him. And with the precise timing of an athlete, at the last moment – he simply stepped to one side. The force and momentum Fox had put into his attack carried him over the side of the deck. Harley screamed and Beau made a lunge to catch him. He managed to catch Crocker by one leg. Crocker struggled wildly, but Beau hung on. As he was lifting him, there was a splash, a sick scream and a horrible gnashing sound. The Cuban Croc, so used to accepting handouts, sprang up and crushed Crocker’s skull like a tomato.
The authorities came and took Crocker’s body away. Harley warned them of what they would find inside of him and the precautions that needed to be taken. The syringe was still in his pocket and Harley was weak with relief. It was over.
After everyone was gone, Beau wrapped his arms around her. “I know I won’t ever be comfortable with you putting yourself in danger. But what I do know is that I can’t live apart from you and as long as we’re both in this world, I want us to be together.” He sank to one knee and took her hand. “Will you marry me, Harley Montoya?”
