Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 20

Until Katrina explained the truth to Savvie, he avoided talking to her, worried he’d say the wrong fucking thing. He texted the group box and let his brothers know not to say a word till he talked to Katrina.

By the time they made it back, it was nearly two in the morning and Katrina, Lucas and Beth were waiting on the dock. One look at His Petite sent a crippling hunger through his muscles. After docking, he watched Savvie run to her mother and embrace her. A pang of envy cut him at their bond while at the same time glad she had her for that. Maybe even shocked to see Katrina being that kind of mother. She’d assured him she was different, but he hadn’t put an ounce of belief in her self-proclaimed mother superiorness. But he’d happily be wrong about that.

“Thank you Sahvrin,” Savvie called with a smile and wave before hurrying down the dock with Katrina and his brothers.

He finally turned to His Petite who still smiled happily at the leaving procession. He pulled her in his arms but held himself back from kissing her. “What did you do while I was gone, Ma Petite?”

“Nothing but missed you,” she said with the sweetest look he”d ever seen. ”Where is your shirt?” she wondered, her hands roaming all over his chest. “And how did you get your daughter? I can’t wait to hear about--”

He kissed her, letting his hunger loose. The delicate, eager dance of her tongue along his and her shallow breaths drew his moan. “Ma Petite is so fucking hungry,” he shuddered as she raked her nails in his scalp with a gasped yes.

“I need you.”

The tiny words engulfed him in flames. He gripped her face in his hands, kissing her deeper with a painful groan. “I’m going to make you come so hard, Angel,” he swore. “And then I’ll force you to bring my orgasm.”

“Oh God, yes,” she cried weakly, her arms holding on to his neck.

He finally set her before him, making sure she wouldn’t fall while grinning at her. “Should I carry you?”

She gave a flustered half laugh. “I think I can float there on this cloud I’m on.”

Sahvrin’s laugh broke the night, reminding him of His Petites special power over him. He stroked her face with both hands, kissing her forehead and eyes and cheeks.

Her nails raked in his head again, her kisses back to explosive. She broke away, breathless and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the dock now.

“Ma Petite,” he laughed. “You’re commanding now?”

“At least till we get to the bedroom!”

True to her words, when they entered his room and he shut the door, he found her waiting several feet away like a good Petite Ange. He locked the door and turned.

“Oh my God, what happened to your face?”

She hurried to him, and he winced at the prodding of her fingers on his cheek. “I’ll tell you later,” he said, not wanting her distracted.

“Are you okay? Is that all that’s wrong?” She looked along his body.

He headed for his dresser. “Just a few bruises here and there. Nothing a shower can’t fix.”

“Your back,” she shrilled, those soft hands on him again. He closed his eyes at how good it felt. “Maybe I don’t want to know what happened.”

The sound of her anguish only got him harder. She was before him now, kissing along tender spots on his chest. “I’ll see you after your shower?”

“Yes ma’am you will,” he muttered, watching her mouth on him. She seemed to realize he was prepared to let her do that all night and stepped back.

He headed for the door while he had the willpower.

“Do you want help?” she asked when he was about to shut it.

He paused for many burning seconds. “You’ll help me after,” he promised, leaving out.

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Beth paced in the room while waiting for Sahvrin, unable to be still. Oh, God, she was waiting for Bishop, she remembered. She kept it to a slow stroll, not wanting to break a sweat and start stinking. He’d want to do things that required being clean. God, she couldn’t even say the things in her own mind. Really time she loosened up about that. Like him, he was so…confident and sexy and had zero shame. How lucky.

She paused and raced to the bed at hearing him on the stairs. She stumbled out her pajama pants and ripped off the shirt and sports bra, looking around for a place to put it. She stuffed them in one of the boat windows and ran up the ladder, scrambling under the covers. Lying flat and winded, she worked the panties off under the covers then looked around for a spot to put them. She stuffed them at the foot of the bed under the covers and got back in her place, an eager, out of breath sacrifice. No, submissionist. Submissionary. Submiticist. She snickered at herself, and the door opened. Her nosy brain brought her head up to see him.

He was closing the door and she couldn’t stop her, “Oh my God, it’s getting worse,” at seeing the bruises on his back.

He made his way to her with a look of surprise. “Ma Petite is pissed?”

She stroked his handsome face and touched the gash next to his right eye. “Who did this?” she asked, kissing his brow.

“I got jumped,” he said like it was the more boring part of his night.

“By who?”

He reached and pulled a strand of her hair to his nose, smelling. “An angry mob.”

“Why?” she demanded, watching his handsome face as he slid her hair along his mouth with his eyes closed.

“Because they were angry.” He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze to the sheet. “But they can never be more pissed than me, Ma Petite.”

She swallowed as he slid his finger beneath the sheet and slowly moved it away from her breasts.

“But this…” he murmured, touching the tip of her nipple with his finger. “puts my rage to shame.”

The heat between her legs had her straining out moans as she watched his beautiful face, his words stirring her. She felt like they’d come from Bishop, and she waited breathless for more. His eyes moved to hers and the reckless look in his gaze brought a soft cry of need. She wanted the Bishop more than anything, but how to tell him? At seeing the silent torment in his gaze, she moved over. The words, “Comehere” never made it out of her mind but they didn’t need to because he hopped up and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

She stared at the bow in his posture, longing to heal all the pain he hid in that darkness. “Hey,” she whispered behind him, stroking the beautiful tattoo with her fingers. “I’m a good listener, did you know?” She leaned and kissed along the warm silky muscles, letting her hands explore his shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, sliding her lips along his skin, her fingers into his hair. She watched him angle his handsome face toward her with his eyes closed. The idea that she was a force in his life that was able to comfort him, gave her courage. She moved on her knees and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his back.

He groaned immediately, with a tormented, “Ma Petite” as she kissed along his neck. She got bolder and moved her nipples against him, causing his breaths to strain with more groans. The feel of him on her lips and hands made her hungry out of her mind and she let herself imagine that she owned him the way he did her. Running her fingers into his hair at the back of his neck, she made a fist and pulled a little. The hot gasp he gave sent her desire through the roof. She turned his head and kissed him, then his own desire exploded as he pushed her back onto the bed. She bowed under the sudden power, desperate for it.

His breaths shook as he took hold of her hands and moved them above her head, kissing her while rocking his erection against her leg. The feel of his hard cock through his jeans had her pushing back, helping him.

“I want you naked,” she gasped, needing to feel him the way he did her.

“I’ll fuck you to pieces, I swear I will,” he shuddered at her mouth, biting her lip with a groan.

“Then do it,” she said, not caring about anything else. “Please, I want you to.”

“Don’t…,” he groaned, biting her shoulder then sucking the muscle hard. He moved to her breasts and did the same there, making her cry out, driving her need higher. Now she understood why he held her arms so tight. She writhed beneath him when he rubbed his chest against her breasts while kissing her. Pinning both wrists in one hand, he used the other between her legs. So unfair. She protested with loud moans when his finger slid inside her.

“You are so fucking wet,” he seethed at her mouth, moving his finger deeper and faster.

“Oh my God,” she cried, bucking under him while opening her legs as wide as she could. “I want to come, I want to come,” she said between sharp breaths.

He suddenly slowed as though remembering he had control over that.

“Please,” she begged, dizzy with how hot he made her.

This time when he kissed her, it was hungrier than ever. He slid his finger slowly in and out of her then brought it to his mouth and sucked it.

“Oh God,” she gasped, unable to take her eyes from his harsh face.

He slid that same finger over her mouth, and she closed her eyes, panting at how nasty he was being. He pushed his finger in her mouth, and his harsh “Fuck,” flew when she sucked it greedily. He pumped his finger in and out, his groans hot.

“I need to suck you,” she begged. “Let me suck you.”

“Turn over.”

The heated command rocked her womb. She did as he said and he added, “Hold on to something,” in the same tone. She reached and found the ledge of the bookshelf above and gripped it tight.

“Don’t let go. If you do, we’re done. Do you agree?”

She moaned and panted her “Yes” and the second she did, he ripped the sheet away.

“My fucking God, your ass.”

The anger in his tone confused her while arousing her to pieces. She fought with her shame and worry about what he thought.

“Open your legs.”

His angry tone was undoing her. She worked them open halfway and felt him move between them. His hands stroked over her calves and moved up. His fingers bit into her upper thighs and shoved, forcing her legs open so wide. “Oh God, oh my God,” she gasped.

“Your fucking…ass,” he said again, sounding shocked as he stroked and squeezed the cheeks with both hands. His thick groans were killing her. She couldn’t believe he liked this part of her that much! He ground her pussy against the bed using her ass to move her. “One hand Ma Petite. Touch your pretty fucking dripping pussy.”

“Bishop,” she moaned, working her hand under her.

“Let me see your finger in it,” he seethed, lifting her ass off the bed. She moved her weight to her spread knees and held her hips high while undulating them to the rhythm of the intense heat. “So hot,” she cried in the mattress, panting.

He released her ass and she kept it held high, already missing his touch. His finger dipped inside her, touching hers then slid out, moving up to her ass.

“Oh my God,” she gushed, clenching her eyes tight in excitement and fear. He pressed the pad of his finger against the tight muscle, moving his other hand to her pussy, helping there. “Oh yes, yes,” she strained, when his fingers slid under her hand to her clit. “It’s so hot!” she shot out, fighting to finger herself faster and deeper.

His mouth suddenly covered her cheek then sucked hard while his finger moved right on her ass like a heartbeat.

“I want it, please, yes,” she said, amazed with how good it felt while masturbating. “Fuck me with your finger.” She’d meant in her pussy and his finger very slowly sank into her ass. “Oh!” she shot out, nervous. He was only halfway and two seconds later, he moved in and out in short strokes. He slid his other finger in her pussy with a groan, shoving in past hers.

“Two hands,” he said, granting her wish for just one more.

She reached under herself with her other hand, moving her fingers over her clit while raising her ass even higher. He bit her then licked and kissed, like she was driving him mad.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said around his hot breaths.”

“Then don’t,” she shot out, her orgasm coming. The new feeling he created in her ass and pussy together with her clit built something gigantic. “Oh God, Bishop,” she gasped, astonished. His two fingers moved equally deep now, his pace still slower than she wanted.

“I’m going to bury my cock in your gorgeous ass one day,” he swore, pushing his finger as deep as he could go now.

“Yes! It’s coming, please!” she begged, jerking her hips for a faster everything. He twirled the finger buried in her ass, then worked a second finger in her pussy. The tight feeling as he stretched her sent her flying over the edge.

“You fucking kill me,” he said as she orgasmed so hard. His two fingers flew fast and deep, forcing her orgasm to go on forever. She bucked her hips and shuddered filling the room with non-stop cries until finally the tremors slowed.

The moment she was done, she turned on her side, finding him sitting on his haunches, hands on his jeaned thighs and looking devastated.

“Your turn,” she said, moving on her knees and taking his face in her hands. She kissed him, not hiding her hunger and the hot gasp he filled her mouth with lit her on fire for more.

“Fuck,” he said, as she pushed him onto his back.

“Hold on to something,” she ordered breathless while opening his jeans and yanking them over his hips. She froze when his cock appeared. “Oh my,” she whispered at how huge it was before returning to her frantic pace of ripping them off.

In the back of her mind, she worried if her courage would falter, but when he was finally naked, it tripled. He was up on his elbows, staring at her tits and the look on his face said he’d die if she stopped now. “Open for me.”

Her command wasn’t very strong, but the way it seemed to physically burn him as he obeyed made her feel powerful. He didn’t hold on to anything and that was so very fine by her. She wanted him to see what she was about to do. God, and what was that? Devour him like a virgin fool, that’s what. The way his body heaved in anticipation said she could probably blow on him and he’d orgasm.

Moving between his legs, she decided to try her hand at jacking him off. She took hold of his cock in one hand and slowly closed her hand around it, gasping at how hot and hard it was. My God, he was like a rock, literally. Silky and boiling.

“Ma Petite,” he gushed, his head falling back while she slid her fist slowly along his huge shaft.

“You’re so beautiful.” She remembered how he’d touched the head. She used the tip of her finger and circled that thick edge, moaning when he opened his legs more and pumped his cock in her hand. “Oh God, yes,” she said, moving her gaze to his face.

Christ almighty, he was boiling right before her eyes. It was amazing and thrilling. She focused her efforts, gliding her hand all the way to the base then back up again, using her second hand in a circle over the top. Again, she eyed him to see if she was doing good, and his look hit her clit like a heat bomb. His hands were fisted in the crumpled sheet and his sexy mouth remained open with non-stop hot hisses and lusty groans.

Mind blown and courage soaring, she lay on his right hip, putting his beautiful cock in easy tasting distance.

A long string of French flew from his sexy mouth when she held it tight in one hand and delivered her very first kiss to the thick head. His torment had her so horny, she decided she needed him to come as much as he did. She opened her mouth and took just the head between her lips, the salty taste pressing into her tongue. She moved her lips up and down over that thick ridge, loving the way it felt. She mmmm’d when his hisses got longer and louder with harsh groans.

“Fucking Dieu,” he shot out, bucking his hips several times.

“Mmmm, you want to fuck my mouth?”

“Ma Petite,” he strained.

She gasped when his hand shot out and grabbed the back of her head by the hair. She closed her eyes at the amazing feeling of him holding her back that way. God, he was going to come she realized, that’s why he’d done it. She let him control her, lowering back to his cock with a deep moan of satisfaction. She was ready to devour him like he was so good at doing. Grabbing the base of him, she went down, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. This time both his hands pulled in her hair and held her still. She could feel his cock pulsing right in her mouth, mother of mercy. She remained unmoving, following his direction while lowering her hand to his balls like she’d seen him do.

More French gushed when she caressed them and moaned at how good they felt in her careful fingers.

“Fuck, Beth, I’m coming,” he swore breathless, his hips pumping faster now. She focused all her efforts and fondled his balls. Before she worried if it was just right, he grabbed her head between his hands and forced her to take him fast and deep and dear God what a womb crushing rush that was.

“Oh Beth!” His body locked for several seconds before he went into a thrashing of long delicious, hard groans. Hot cum jetted against her throat and she did the only sensible thing she could think and swallowed.

She forced him to take every bit of pleasure just like he did her and he finally grabbed her head again, letting her know there was a finish point and he’d reached it.

Like climbing off a ride, she released his softening cock with a reluctance while eying him and licking her lips. The verdict of how she’d done came in the form of him pulling her on top of him and kissing her like she’d only made him hungrier somehow. They moaned in each other’s mouth, a wordless expression of pleasure and satisfaction. It made her smile on his lips.

“Yes, you did fucking amazing,” he said in her mouth, petting her face now and pressing her head to his chest. “But you cannot be naked on me like this for more than a minute or I will surely fuck you into oblivion.”

She sat up and grabbed the blanket and stuffed it between them. “There. Fire threats extinguished.”

He pulled her back onto him stroking her head on his chest with a deep breath.

“What has you bothered?” she asked, pressing kisses on his nipple. “Is it Savvie?” she asked around a yawn. She closed her eyes at the wonderful feel of his fingers stroking her forehead.

“Yes,” he said, seeming glad to say it. “I don’t think it’s a good time to tell her I’m her father and it’s killing me not to.”

“Then wait a couple days. Does she know she’s never going back there?”

“No.”

“How do you think she’ll take it?”

“No fucking idea.”

“She’s such a doll,” Beth said, smiling. “Maybe her and Luseah will be friends.”

He didn’t say anything, and she stroked her fingers along his chest. “They’re closer in age. For sure Lucas will get along with her.”

“Mon Dieu, we need to tell her the truth before she falls for him like all the girls do. That…fucking Katrina.”

She raised her head, looking at him.

“She’s a bitch,” he assured with a matter-of-fact gaze.

“Yes, she is,” Beth muttered, laying her head back down. “She stole something very precious to me that I might never get to experience.”

His stroking paused on her shoulder. “What do you mean?”

She gave a dramatic sigh. “Ohhh, like…” She raised her leg in the air, showing it off. “…getting my nude painting done by a certain talented artist.”

She lowered her leg and slid it along his, smiling.

“I’ve never thought of painting since she left.”

“I know, I heard,” she said, not wanting to hear it again.

“Until five seconds ago,” he said, back to stroking her shoulder.

She popped her head up getting on her elbow. “Serious? You’ll paint me? Nude?”

“I’ll paint you nude if I get to fuck you in between sessions.”

She gasped a laugh and kissed him right on the mouth. “You have a deal Mr. Bishop.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, grabbing her face and kissing her. “You realize you’ve fed a monster. He’s not well, Ma Petite.”

“Mmm,” she said, running her fingers along his face now. “He just needs a friend like me.” She placed small kisses on his chin. “I think you should know that…I fell in love with him first.”

“Mon Dieu, you’re trying to kill me this night,” he said, wrapping his arms tight around her. “I will tell you a secret about Bishop,” he said. “Before he found you in the swamp, he spent many hours regretting his behavior with the Northern Angel.”

She lifted her head with a happy gasp. “Seriously?”

“So very much,” he assured, making her turn on her side. “We need to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

She turned and he snuggled behind her with the blanket between them. “What are we doing?”

“We check on some of our elderly, make sure they have things, go to town for supplies—”

“For the party?” she wondered, grinning in excitement.

“Yes, and check the post office.”

“For the books! Oh my God, what if they’re in?”

“Then we’ll have to schedule classes.”

She giggled at that. “And who’s the teacher?”

“Figure that out in class.”

She stroked his arm, pressing her mouth on it and sliding her lips against the coarse hair. “Do I get to go to town with you?”

“No, but I’ll take you on the boat to see the elderly. It’s too soon to risk you being seen in town. Still too much I don’t know.”

“Okay.” She wondered about her dad. “I hope I get to find out if my dad is okay at least.”

He pulled her closer to him, draping his leg over hers. “I promise to find that out tomorrow.”

She closed her eyes. “Thank you. Savvie can come with us to see the swamp too?”

“Mmhmm,” he said, sounding half asleep.

She reached behind her and stroked his head, running her fingers in his silky hair. “Night Bishop,” she mumbled, smiling when she heard light snoring. “Night my sweet Sahvrin.”