Burning Love (Hell Yeah! Cajun Style), page 28
Seeing Beau on his knees before her, asking for her hand in marriage was almost too much. Harley couldn’t stay on her feet. She knelt with him. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I would be honored to be your wife. As far as Socorro is concerned, I’m through defusing bombs. I plan on letting Waco take over, I’ll only consult.”
“Thank God,” Beau whispered against her skin as he placed a reverent kiss on her cheek. “I want you to know something. You are my world. You are my Nada. Your name may mean ‘nothing’, but that’s the farthest thing from the truth there is. In my eyes, you could never be ‘nothing’ – to me - you are my everything.”
Epilogue
“Beau! There’s an alligator in my bathtub!” Harley stood with a towel wrapped around her body staring at the small, scaly creature dog paddling around in her beloved claw foot tub.
“Talk to your son!” was Beau’s amused reply from the bedroom.
“Mama! Don’t disturb Madeline; she’s having her morning swim!” A whirlwind in disguise, four year old Landry LeBlanc came rushing into the bathroom. He threw his arms around his mother’s knees, almost knocking them both in on top of poor unsuspecting Madeline who was happily taking laps around her pool.
“Okay, I guess I can wait for my bath,” she ruffled her baby boy’s dark hair that was so like his papa’s.
“Come back to bed. I’m lonely,” Beau spoke with such a suggestive tone in his voice that she immediately went wet for him.
Dragging Landry along, who refused to give up his hold on her leg, Harley leaned against the door facing and gazed at the love of her life. Against the white sheets, he looked as sexy as sin. His body was tanned and perfectly proportioned, wide shoulders and that hair - - she refused to let him cut that sexy mane of hair. “Don’t you think it’s a bit crowded in here for playing house, what with Landry and Madeline keeping us company?”
“Beau! Harley! I’m here to pick up Landry” Dandi yelled up the stairs. That’s all it took. Landry took off like a ruptured redbug. “Oh boy, we’re going to the movies!”
“Thank you, Dandi! Close the door on your way out, Harley and I are busy up here.”
Dandi’s laugh told them she understood perfectly. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Harley blushed. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“Not where you’re concerned. Come here.” He wiggled one finger and he might as well have been rubbing her clit with it, because her whole body went soft with need.
Harley shut the door and dropped the towel.
“Hot Damn!” Beau groaned in appreciation of his wife’s beauty. As she walked to him, he thanked God for every blessing in his life. His business was doing well. The game preserve was expanding, thanks to a grant he had received from the state, and the rodeo foundation for disabled children he had founded with Joseph McCoy was proving to be a great success. Socorro still belonged to Harley, but she had turned day to day operations over to Waco and they had hired another talented EOD expert, Douglas Wayne. They divided their living time between weekends on the boathouse, summers at Beau’s treehouse (as Landry called it), and the rest here at Willowbend where they coexisted peacefully with its spirits. The LeBlanc family had it all.
“Give me some sugar, Cher,” Beau pulled her down on top of him and they kissed. As soon as their lips touched, a spark flashed and their passion blazed bright and hot. Burning love – that’s what they shared and neither one of them ever intended for the flames to go out.
“I love you, Beau-ray,” Harley’s voice caught in her throat as she gave thanks for what they shared and how very lucky they were.
“I love you, too,” he assured her, “you are my everything .”
“You are my everything,” she emphasized the same sweet truth that he never failed to remind her of.
“Now, let’s get down to some serious sex.”
“What about Madeline?” she asked as Beau cupped her bottom and pulled her up close enough so he could make himself at home playing with her tits – one of his favorite past-times.
“I’ll take her back to the preserve later. Right now, your man needs attention.”
“How much attention?”
“Beau-coup attention, Baby. Beau-coup.”
Harley smiled. “I’ll give you all the attention you can handle.” And she kept her word.
From the bathroom, the lilting laugh of a little girl made them smile. Madeline wasn’t alone. None of them were. They had each other.
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An excerpt from Forget Me Never – Cajun Spice II
Walking as casually as she could with her heart in her throat, she stepped close to the marine. His height made her look up and up. Gee, he must be well over six feet. Of course, at five foot three she had to look up at almost everyone over the age of twelve. Clearing her throat, she whispered. “Excuse me, but I’m in a pickle. I’ll give you twenty dollars if you’ll pretend we’re going out to lunch together.”
Patrick had been trying to find the surname LaVerdure on this vast list of names for about fifteen minutes, but he wasn’t having any luck. All of the immigrants were recorded by ship manifesto, so he had to look in several different places. Deep in concentration, it was a second or two before he realized someone was speaking to him. The unexpected words coming from over his left shoulder irritated him a little bit. “I’m not the kind of man that can be bought, Honey. And if I could – twenty dollars wouldn’t touch me,” Patrick drawled.
“Dang, it’s just my luck to pick a man with principle. What would you say if I threw in a couple of dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies to sweeten the deal?” She might not be much of a temptation, but she could cook. That was one of the things Savannah missed about not having a family. Cooking for oneself wasn’t fun.
Her quick comeback amused Patrick. If the woman was half as sexy as that husky little voice, he was in for a better treat than cookies. Turning, slowly – he let the anticipation build.
Oh, hell yeah! His day just got a helluva lot brighter.
A curvy little honey wearing a demure, lacy dress stood looking up at him with hope in her eyes. “Well, hello Miss Prim and Proper. You look like you’re in dire need of a good mussing up.”
Savannah ran her palms down the sides of her dress and smiled, sheepishly. “Don’t tell anybody, but these are the clothes I wore yesterday. I didn’t have time to go home and change.”
“Really, did you have a good time last night?” Patrick was enjoying this. “I bet you made some guy a happy man.”
“No, no,” Savannah fanned her hands in denial. “I went out with the girls.” Knowing Tammany was taking all of this in – not to mention Fred March, she repeated her request. “Would you consider playing along with me? It’ll save me some embarrassment. Should I make it twenty-five dollars?”
Patrick didn’t have a clue what was going on. He had no idea what kind of game the little dove was proposing, but he definitely wanted to play. “All right, I’ll tell you what - I say forget the money. I’ll take you to lunch, but I want a half dozen kisses plus the cookies. Deal?”
“Kisses?” Was he kidding? “Are you saying you’ll go to lunch with me?” she asked in surprise. “No, you don’t understand. That’s not necessary.” Holding up one finger to pause the conversation, she glanced over her shoulder to the blonde at the help desk who looked back at them and winked big. “Lord, does she have to be so obvious?” she muttered. Leaning toward him with a conspiratorial air, she twisted her mouth into a cute little sideways knot and whispered. “Actually, I’m trying to bribe you. I know you don’t really want to go out with me. Just pretend for a bit. Please?”
For a moment, Patrick didn’t know what to say. Was she serious? Why wouldn’t he want to go out with her? “Who’s pretending? I want food for lunch and you for dessert.” Patrick loved to flirt and he needed it – he was in for a long dry spell in Afghanistan. A sweetheart like this would be good fantasy material for the long hot nights ahead with only his hand for company.
He waited to see what she would do and what happened next made the earth move under his feet. She smiled. Her whole face lit up with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Patrick lost the ability to speak. He knew that smile. He had fallen in love with that smile on a Halloween night seventeen long years ago. The drawing he had made of her beautiful face and that incredible smile was in his duffle bag in his truck. He never went anywhere without it. Even though he had doubted the experience, for years he had looked for her everywhere he went. Since joining the marines and seeing the horrors of war and the despair of humanity, he had laid down his dreams. But he couldn’t seem to let go of the drawing or the memory. And now here she was, standing in front of him like a gift from above. His Destiny.
“Really? You’d actually take a chance on me?” For a brief moment Savannah let herself imagine what it would be like to go on a date. A thrill rose in her chest almost making it impossible to breathe. She had missed so much in this life because of Carville. But there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
“I’m not a gambling man, Baby. But I can recognize the Queen of Hearts when I see her.” Patrick was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. They hadn’t even exchanged names and he felt totally proprietary about her. It was like his heart recognized her or something. No, chance didn’t have a damn thing to do with this. Meeting Destiny was fate.
“No, you misunderstood me. All I want is a few minutes of your time.” With a hand on one hip and a thoughtful expression on his face, he seemed to be deciding if he were wasting his time with her. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She blushed, realizing how that sounded. Lord, he looked even better up close. From across the room he had been the total package. Up close, he was absolutely stunning – deep dimples and the bluest eyes this side of heaven. “What I mean is - I just noticed that you seem frustrated. My name is Savannah Doucet and I’m something of an expert with this stuff,” she pointed at the wall. “Is there some way I can help you?”
“I’m Patrick O’Rourke. And it’s very nice to meet you.” Very nice. Feeling playful, he chose to deliberately misunderstand her. “So, you’re an expert at relieving frustration? That might be interesting.” Mouth-watering, that was what she was.
“Oh, my goodness,” she put her hands over her warm cheeks. “No, I’m not an expert at that. I don’t have any feminine wiles.” Savannah was flustered. Taking a second to look around the Memorial, she was relieved to see they were alone except for Tammany who was on the phone and not paying them any attention at the moment.
“I beg to differ,” he flirted, blatantly. Stepping back, he slowly took an inventory of her body from head to foot. His love was just a little bit of a thing: small bones, lush mouth, dark hair and huge black eyes – no they weren’t black. Are your eyes blue?” He could lose himself in those dark, haunting eyes. This woman was off-the-charts sexy.
Frowning slightly, she answered him. “Yes, they’re a drab navy blue, I guess.”
The look he was giving her was so intense; it made her feel like tiny flames of fire was dancing over her skin. Savannah couldn’t help but stare back.
“I don’t think they’re drab at all. I think they’re beautiful and mysterious.” What was an even bigger turn-on was the intelligence that shone out of them. Patrick felt his heart pound as they engaged in a mutual eye-fuck. Damn, he had it bad!
Savannah didn’t know what to say. She was in unknown territory. This man seemed to be flirting with her. There had to be some mistake. Maybe she wasn’t experienced enough to tell when someone was serious or teasing her. It would be better to get the conversation back on a safe topic. “Are you looking for a particular name on the wall?”
She was nervous. He could tell. Damn, she was cute; he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. “Actually, I’m looking for the LaVerdure family. But, I’m not having any luck.”
A surge of courage welled up in Savannah. It was as if someone else was in charge of her body. For once, she wanted to be normal and see how it felt to flirt with a man. Going for broke, she decided to see if she could get a reaction out of him. “Well, today’s your lucky day. Because I’m just what you’ve been looking for.” She took one small finger and drug it down his bare arm from the bend of his elbow to his wrist.
“Hot damn, Baby.” Patrick hissed as he closed his eyes. His whole body went into lust mode. She didn’t know how right she was. It was true, she was just who he had been looking for – for what seemed like forever. “You have my complete and utter attention.”
“If I have your attention, then open your eyes, Patrick. Watch me.”
Like his heart would give him a choice? She didn’t know it, but he was completely at her mercy. “Yes, Ma’am.” He bet Savannah could get him to do most anything her heart desired. Mesmerized, Patrick watched her every move. She backed up about six inches, glanced around the room, and what she did next shocked the shit out of him. First she graced him with a saucy little wink and proceeded to let her gaze slide down his body – and swear-to-God - she got hung up on his manhood like it was a speed bump. Little hot-stuff looked his bulge over really slowly; he didn’t have to glance down to see what she could see, he could feet his dick rise as fast and hot as the temperature on a sultry Louisiana day. There was no doubt about it; his cock enjoyed being at the center of her attention.
She didn’t stop there. Oh, no. Sweet-doll checked out his thighs, his knees – hell - she even stared at his feet, probably wondering if his size twelve combat boots were any indication of the size of his cock. (It was, by the way.) Patrick couldn’t help but chuckle as she took the time to follow the same path back up. The little minx stared at his package until he was fully erect and throbbing.
“Did you get the response you were after?” He couldn’t help but laugh. Damn, he wanted to touch her so much. He was so happy. Again, she smiled. And he couldn’t help it – he grinned right back. Patrick wanted to pick her up, twirl her around and carry her off into the sunset. He was so glad to see her; it was like being reunited with a long lost friend.
“Actually, I got a lot bigger response than I ever dreamed. I’ve never done that before. One of my girlfriends did that to a guy at Mulate’s last night.” Leaning close to him, she whispered. “You are a lot more well-endowed than Leon.”
“Give Leon my sympathies.” Patrick was enchanted. “Are you always so bold?” It didn’t matter if she was or not, he wanted her anyway.
“No, I’m not bold at all. I’m usually very shy.” A look of guilt washed over her face. “Gee, I guess I had better level with you. I hate to start any friendship out with half-truths.” She took him by the arm and turned him so they both faced the wall. To quote an old Ronnie Milsap song, the simple touch of her hand on his arm was giving him day dreams about night things right dab in the middle of the afternoon. She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “Do you see my friend over there?”
“You mean the blonde with the mile-long legs?” There was no way he could have missed the looks that she and Savannah had been exchanging. Was he attracted to the other woman? He might have been, if there had been no Savannah. But since laying eyes on his Destiny – there was no other woman in the world. “And by the way, don’t be nervous. I think you’re adorable.”
“You don’t have to be kind.” She spoke so off-handedly that Patrick realized she wasn’t taking anything he said seriously. Now why was that? He watched her glance over at the young woman behind the desk again who winked and gave them a thumb’s up. “Yes, that’s my friend Tammany. She’s very beautiful.” Damn, she was caressing his arm, petting him and Patrick didn’t think she was even aware of it. “She wasn’t going to leave me alone until I tried to ask you out. But I can’t be mad at her; she only wants what is best for me.”
Teasing her was fast becoming his favorite sport. “So, you don’t really want to help me with my research? You just want me for my body?”
“Of course I want your body, who wouldn’t? But that’s beside the point.”
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