Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 6

“What are you up to my Belle Eveque?” Bishop asked, pulling her to the side for a private, lustful scolding.

“I’m…solving problems so that your Twelve are fit for battle and not preoccupied with all the wrong things.”

He pulled her mouth to his, kissing her. “You always know what to fucking say, don’t you.”

She gasped on his mouth, smiling. “You say it like I’m being bad.”

“You are always being so fucking bad. Making me need to fuck you. How are you going to fix that, Ma Belle Eveque?”

“Well, when I’m done repairing Lesion and Tully’s bond, I need you to help me pick out soap for…”

He gave her naughty mouth five seconds of his insane hunger, then pulled back with a groan. “Thirty minutes. I’ll be there. I’m going to fuck your cunt so fucking hard,” he promised, loving the shaky hot breaths that brought.

“Okay,” she said, her submissiveness boiling him. “See you in… thirty,” she sputtered.

He watched her walk off, heading back to The Seer. He gave an ear-piercing whistle, motioning they follow him before making his way around the house to The Church.

Once inside, he stood with his hands on hips, giving them the new developments with Cherie.

“Did you try calling her father?” Nitro asked.

“Repeatedly. Can’t reach anybody. 8-Bit is seeing what he can run down. I’m waiting for his call. If we don’t learn anything, we continue with the evenings plans. According to The Seer, that’s a non-negotiable event. So, we’re moving on it.

“Where’s Lesion?” Bacon wondered.

“Getting hitched with Tully before you swamp rats end up mysteriously poisoned to death.”

This got huge laughs. “Hey, I was just helping,” Bullets said, hands up and innocent. “He clearly needs a kick in the ass in that department and I’m always happy to give those to our Komodo Dragon.”

“Whoooooo, did you see the murder in his fuckin’ face when Nitro introduced himself?” Patches asked, laughing.

“I was waiting for the poison darts,” Bishop muttered, shaking his head and pointing at them. “Yall wrong for doing him that way. All he’s ever known is insects, animals and plants.”

“Well, now he knows shit or get off the pot,” Bullets assured.

“He just needed a little shove,” Nitro agreed. “Happy to help. Although…if he was stupid enough to pass up that Angel, I’ll let you all know I’m first in line.”

“Like fuck you are,” Patches said. “I met her first.”

“He’s not passing anything up.” Bishop cut the air with a knife hand, ending the talk. He looked at The Seer. “How you holding up, Seer? Anything new?”

He shook his lowered head slowly. “Nothing yet.”

“Now that we know or think Raphael is likely her son, it makes the mission that much more personal and delicate,” Bishop said. “Before we go, I want to revisit the entire plan together right here in this room.”

They all agreed with ‘Aye’s’ and nods. He regarded Spook. “How’s Maggie doing?”

Spook looked up. “She feels responsible.”

Bishop nodded, surely understanding. “She did what she thought was right.”

He paced for a few seconds, organizing his thoughts for the coming storm. “We’ll wait for Lesion and have that meeting,” Bishop announced, looking at his watch. Still had twenty minutes left before meeting Beth. “He’ll be here in about thirty minutes. Spook, text him and let him know where and when we’re meeting.”

“Will do.”

“If it’s all the same,” Bullets muttered. “I’d like to uh…do some mingling with the ladies. Practice my social butterfly catching skills.”

Bishop eyed the crude twirl of his hips, pointing at him. “You remember who you represent,” he warned. “I know we joke behind closed doors, and we’ve never been here at this marriage junction, but don’t think it’s not as weighty as any other rule we live by. Let me remind you to revisit the governing laws and their corresponding punishments regarding public etiquette with women. I find out any one of you violate it, you will get the prescribed discipline.”

The hisses of pain were more likely for the seven years of flower planting penance than it was for the sixteen-penny nail he’d drive through their right hand.

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“What’s in your head, Ma Belle Lumiere?”

Tully looked at him, her soft smile scattering Lesion’s chemicals. “What does that mean?”

He reached over and stroked her golden hair. “It means my beautiful light.”

She stared at him, her smile slowly fading while the look in her eyes made everything speed up. With his mind totally taken by her, his body leaned into the foot separating them. He paused six inches in, suddenly worried to do the wrong thing. Tully agreed to everything the Belle Eveque had cleverly laid out. A marriage contract with vows they renewed daily, morning or evening, whichever they preferred. However they wanted. “Be creative,” she’d said with a smile Lesion was quickly recognizing as her most admirable feature. Mostly for what he saw in it. Pure and perfect joy of helping others. He saw the same in his Tully as he reversed six inches to his side of the world where he sat in silent flames for her.

“I don’t want to push you,” he said. “I want…to know what you want and need. From me.”

She lowered her head, swinging her legs over the pier. “Do…other people see me as…dumb, Lesion?”

The unexpected question threw him a whole two inches out of the hot zone. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I hear them laughing and…I know what it looks like when people think you’re stupid. A dumb fuck. That…was a nickname they called me at that place. Here comes our little dumb fuck or dumb cunt.” She shrugged a little. “It’s just…you’re really smart and seem to be part of a very important…thing here. I’m not…sure I’d make a very good right hand, like the Belle Eveque talked about.”

Lesion leaned the full foot in and kissed her. The tiny, surprised gasp and eager way she received it brought his hand to her neck. The explosion occurred almost simultaneously as he pushed her onto her back, jerking the top of her dress down. He took her nipple with a half growl and groan, his brain shooting out sparks at the feel of her exquisite, thick flesh on his tongue and passing between his lips. He moved back to her moaning mouth, tasting and remembering, adding more to his collection of Tully miracles. “You are the most beautiful woman,” he gushed, his mouth sucking and tasting all of her face now. “The most brilliant belle Lumiere, too bright for this world, too bright for me.”

“Lesion, please,” she begged.

“What is it?” he asked, suckling her other breast.

“I need you.”

“You have me.”

Her hand covered his cock, stroking him. “I need you,” she whispered, making it more clear.

“I want that to be special,” he said. ”I have something planned for that.”

“Why?” she moaned, pulling his mouth to hers.

“Because you deserve it. You deserve only the perfect things. I will make love to you and it will be something that I put careful thought into. Will you allow me that privilege and honor?” He kissed her face all over. “Why does this make you cry, Ma Belle Lumiere?” he wondered, half worried.

“I never…had a man want to do that with me. Does this mean…you have the heavy love for me?”

His breath left him in a single rush at her mouth. “I was wrong about love, Tully. It’s not heavy at all. It’s indescribably light. It’s energy and essence is so powerful, there are no scientific terms for it. But whatever it’s called and whatever it is, I am full of it when I’m with you. The only thing heavy is when I’m not with you. It feels as if I’m carrying a thousand pounds of misery, need and hunger that can only be answered by you. Did you know that your smile...” he murmured, kissing along her perfect lips. “Is such a small, tiny thing. And yet I have never experienced anything so powerful in my life.”

She gasped a laugh while stifling her cries.

“And your fingers on my face…” He closed his eyes, turning into the feel of their soft glide. “I want to kill when I imagine them on another. Touching another.” He took hold of her hand and sucked the tips, one by one, letting his teeth scrape. “These are my fingers.”

“Yes,” she whispered, taking his hand and doing the same. “And these are all mine.”

The sight of her perfect sweet mouth doing that brought a fierce throb in his cock. He pushed his middle finger in and out, watching her suck, his breaths shaky.

“I want to suck you,” she whispered. “Please let me.”

The fucking sweet beg undid him. “Do it, Tully,” he whispered, helping her undo his jeans. He leaned on his elbows on the pier, watching her moan and take his cock with astonishing perfection.

“Fffuuuucking hot,” he gasped, stroking her head, his hunger rebelling against his slow plans. She popped off to rain tongue flicks along the ridge and slit, bringing his most filthy French through clenched teeth. “Your fucking mouth, Tully,” he said, thrusting for the back of her throat. Five more moaning sucks and she was back at his mouth, snaking her salty tongue around his while jacking him off.

“Feels so good, baby?” she gasped.

His orgasm surged and he grabbed the back of her head, closing his fingers in her hair. He moved her head back to his cock, forcing her to take it deep, his lust at new levels. The sounds she made said she’d fucking wanted exactly that. It reminded him of the game she liked to play and he worked his hand under her dress.

“Open those naughty fucking legs,” he ordered, straining back his orgasm with her immediate submission and cries.

She sucked like an angel as he pulled her panties aside. “You’re so fucking wet,” he discovered, shoving his finger in. She gave desperate little grunts on his cock as he fingered her, moving her mouth faster as she fought to pump on his hand. He let his orgasm rage forward, grabbing her hair with his other hand. The need to make her take every fucking drop felt more right than anything he’d known to be right. He pushed her on him, feeling her throat clench the head until he had to stifle his yell through the intense orgasm.

Barely catching his breath, he lay her back and kissed her. “You taste what you fucking did?” he accused, yanking her panties down while she whimpered and gasped, opening her legs wide. He shoved his finger in and felt everywhere inside her then pulled it out and sucked her off. “Your fucking pussy,” he swore, shoving back into the wet silk, his tongue dancing in her mouth now pouring with frantic moans. “Makes me want to do wicked fucking things to my angel”

“Yes,” she cried, opening her legs wider, lifting off the pier to fuck his hand. He added another finger, shoving in, eating up the sounds he brought.

“Yes, is that what you want, is that why you’re such a bad girl, because you want me to fuck you like this?”

“Lesion!”

She latched both hands to his wrist, her nails digging as he wiggled his palm against her clit. Her orgasm was fucking phenomenal. He devoured every detail and sound, right from her mouth. “Fuck yes, baby, come all over my finger so fucking good.” He slowed his pace, moaning on her mouth till she lay still with only ragged breaths and remnant pleasure spasms in her muscles.

He collapsed next to her, also winded with the mega chemicals swirling. “Fuck,” he whispered, astonished and giddy at the same time. “I can’t believe this exists,” he murmured, pulling her close when she lay on his chest. “And...we get to do this…whenever we want,” he realized. Ten seconds of the idea in his head filled him with a joy so powerful he had to laugh. On and on till he was howling, and Tully was too.

The buzz of his phone barely registered in Lesion’s back pocket. He sat up and pulled it out. “Fuck, I’m late.” He leaned and kissed her, holding her head to his mouth. “My wife,” he whispered, wanting to test the term.

She gasped and pulled back, staring at him with shock.

Before he could worry, tears spilled and laughter gushed as she lunged on him. “I”m your wife? Did we just get married?”

“Mmm, Tully,” he murmured in her hair, squeezing her tight. “I think I married you the very same night I saved you.”

She pulled away and stared at him then smashed her face in his chest with loud sobs. He held her tight, very fucking sure that the world could wait while she had this healing moment with him. “That’s my good angel,” he soothed, stroking her back and hair till her cries gradually subsided.

“You better go,” she said around erratic breaths. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

He smiled, kissing her mouth. “Fuck every single one of them Tully lusting bastards,” he muttered, grinning at her happy laugh.

“You’re so jealous?” she whispered, sniffling as he nodded a lot.

“Revoltingly.”

She climbed to her feet with a giggle, helping him up. “I’ll walk you.”

“You’ll walk me,” he said, laughing then bringing his finger to his mouth for a good cleansing. “Mmmm,” he murmured, glancing at her flushed, blotchy red face. “Your pussy is heavenly. And all mine.”

“Yes,” she laughed, her joy stealing his breath and mind.

“As soon as we’re done with this job, Tully. I’m going to make love to you, okay?”

She squeezed his hand and nodded with a huge smile at him. “Okay. I can’t wait. Will be my first time ever doing that.”

Fuck. Lesion realized that there was only one other thing as powerful as her smile. And that was her pain. The first set his world on fire, and the second made him need to torture and kill whatever caused it.