Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 2

“What is up with your mom and dad?” Beth whispered, her legs weak as Bishop half dragged her up the stairs to his attic bedroom they occupied when there.

“Don’t you want to know what I spelled to you, Ma Belle Eveque?”

“I have an idea it was something…dirty,” she laughed at the final landing.

He stole her laugh with a growling kiss, opening the door and pulling her inside. “I spelled this,” he gushed, kicking the door shut and walking her into a wall with his hand grinding on her pussy.

Everything got serious as his growling mouth pressed roughly against hers while he yanked up her dress. She whimper-panted, waiting for him to discover her naughty secret. She cried out when his fingers gripped her naked pussy, and his hot French flew as he pulled her to the floor, pausing to undo his jeans and shove them halfway down before falling on her. His mouth was back on hers with a bruising force as he placed his cock. The ruthless shove in brought her scream and hands to his hair, pulling and holding on as he fucked her impossibly fast and hard. He bit her jaw then neck, his fingers also biting into her shoulders as his feral breaths grew with the intensity of his thrusts. He suddenly kept his pumps deep, his pelvis like a hammer on her clit. “Oh God oh GOD OH GOD!”

His orgasm came as hers did and she wrapped her legs tight, pulling the hell out of his hair as it locked them in its jaws, fusing them harder than ever. His growls eventually turned into bellowed groans as he slowed, heaving at her ear. More French flew from his lips, whispers of regretful frets.

“Don’t say it in English,” she gasped, not wanting to hear it. He was getting way too good at ruining the afterglow of the most amazing fucks. She wasn’t sure why he fucked her that way, she was just glad he did. “I loved it so much. I love you so much.”

More fast French at her mouth now, but soft like his kisses. She recognized the love words and smiled, hugging him with her entire body. “I need to learn French.”

“Then I won’t be able to express my feelings without scolding,” he said, kissing her again.

“That’s right,” she said, running her fingers in his hair. “And I need to curse at myself too, I think I pulled your hair out.”

He snickered as she made sorry moans while kissing him. “Yes, this abuse you inflict on me is very concerning, Mah Petite.”

She giggled while he kissed at her neck. “My Belle Eveque brings this on herself when she’s being too good.”

“Oh yes, the fatal naughty angel flaw,” she said, busting out laughing when he bit along her side. “Always needing punishment.”

He was back at her mouth with the most tender kisses. “All I think about is…”

“Me?” she finished smiling.

“Yes and…”

“Me again?”

He grinned with a chuckle. “All facets of you. But especially—”

“Me,” she shot out, laughing behind his sudden hand over her mouth.

“This is very insubordinate, Ma Belle Eveque,” he said, staring down at her.

She mumbled behind his hand, “What do you think Samuel and his father are doing?”

He removed his hand. “You may speak.”

She laughed real big at that. “I was wondering what Samuel and his father are doing.” She was ready to change the subject at sensing his stupid regret. She stroked her fingers through his hair, admiring him in the different styles she created. “I’m so happy for him.”

He pulled out of her and lay on his back next to her with a thick groan. “Me too,” he whispered.

She turned and laid her head on his chest. “You’re not getting enough rest,” she whispered. “Are you happy about everybody sleeping here tonight?”

“Are you?”

She smiled at how he said it. “Why do you hate it?”

“Because I’m selfish and would rather be out at our little shack where everything began.”

She sucked in a breath then let out a sad moan. “I miss that place so much. I vote we stay there for our entire honeymoon. And now that I’m officially your right hand…I was thinking we could…maybe…make a baby.”

He bolted up after a second, looking down at her.

She giggled at his shocked face then laughed at the French that followed.

“Ma Petite, do not joke about such a thing,” he warned.

She sat up and stroked her fingers on his face. “I wouldn’t joke about making little Bishops.”

He let out a gasp and pulled her face in for a hungry kiss. “And petite Belle Eveques, yes?”

She nodded, kissing him back with a moan. He returned it and the floor pressed into her back again. But this time he didn’t fuck her, he made love to her, and she knew it was his thank you. And of course, the aftermath reduced her to a blubbering mess that Bishop found adorable and funny as hell.

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Ruckus watched Gracie from his shack, not wanting to interrupt her time with Maggie. Spook was on his way to pick her up, so he’d finally get some time alone with her. Spook mentioned something about a big gathering at the main house that night. Just what he didn’t want. Until he learned his son would be there.

After their miraculous connection, he’d not seen him. And the longer it went, the greater the void in his chest became. He’d shut his heart off and now it was raging with life and devouring everything in its path. He mostly needed to know how his son felt now. About him. About everything he’d seen. About everything he’d said.

The things his son caused in him returned to his chest, making his heart become erratic with the power. It was all so new. What his son had put in him that night. That light. The darkness was still there but like with the Maggie girl, it couldn’t get into her light. He could feel it prodding and trying but the bubble was too dense. Not even the idea of wasting thirty-nine years under his own self-induced spell could touch the power in this light. But he wanted to feel that rage. He wanted to punish all of them for denying him something as precious as his son all those years.

He turned his thoughts to the work to be done with that. They were supposed to connect and see what they could see. Him Maggie and Seer. He still wasn’t sure what the Lesion dude was all about. But he trusted that these people had their ways, strange as they were. And yet he didn’t hate a single one of those ways. Yet.

Nitro entered his mind again and the jealousy that came with it passed right into that light, making it almost feel righteous. Wonder what he’d think when he saw Gracie would never be his. He didn’t want enemies in that place but when it came to Gracie, he felt as in control as a category five hurricane. And the idea of another man having her brought an insanity to every bone in his body, begging to be unleashed.

The whine of a motor reached Ruckus’ eager ears. He glanced out the window again, seeing the women watching the dock. Maggie ran into the house and Gracie made her way down the pier towards his place. With every step, his hunger rose till bracing was required. He opened the door when she was about to knock and snatched her arm, pulling her in. How he stopped himself from devouring her mouth, he wasn’t sure but the need to see her first felt more necessary. But the drunk need on her face brought his hunger blasting through his restraint.

He took her mouth with unrestrained growls, his fingers instinctively clutching her hair like one of his subdued meals. The feel and sounds of her surrender spoke all the wrong things to this strange aggression he had with her. He felt like an animal when he mated with her. Even when she gave him everything without a fight, he handled her like prey that struggled to escape. And the way she responded to it made him do more of the same.

He nipped her lower lip, getting her desperate, worried moans that fed the sexual predator in him. He didn’t like the reckless way it commanded him. Not because he didn’t want to frighten her, but because he wanted it controlled and perfectly drawn out. Not a drop of the barbaric lust wasted.

He remembered the burning thoughts he’d had of her sucking him again. Only in different positions. “Get naked,” he growled at her, turning to remove his own clothes and locking the door.

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Get naked. It was Gracie’s dream come true. Having this man. This monster of a man telling her to get naked. She trembled like a leaf, and she hoped he didn’t think it was out of fear. Fear he might not do every dirty fantasy she’d ever have maybe. Fear she’d wake up in California to find it was all a dream.

Once naked, she wasn’t sure what to do. It was at that point she realized he’d put the bed back in the room. Had he done that for her?

She turned and gasped at finding him before her. He sat on the bed, and she turned, waiting to be instructed. He placed his hands on the bed behind him and opened his legs nice and wide, drawing her gaze slowly over his insanely gorgeous body to his huge cock laying against muscular abs. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

The rough way he said it brought an embarrassing yodel of moans as she knelt before him and took his cock in her hands. Fuck her mouth. Mercy yes. Yes.

She stroked his length, daring a look at him. He was watching her face, his mouth open with hot breaths as she jacked him off.

“Do it.”

The command snapped in her muscles and she obeyed without hesitation, a sharp moan bursting out when he gripped her hair in both hands. “Gracie,” he seethed, as he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. She answered him with every manner of lust-filled sound.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he shuddered, giving those sexy hot hisses.

She dared to touch his balls this time and he gave a sharper groan, opening his legs more. God it being all so new to him made it that much more amazing.

“What are you doing?” he croaked between gasps, his head back. He had one hand on the mattress and one gripped in her hair now, lifting his hips the more she explored everything between his legs. Seeing he liked it, she ventured to his ass next.

“Gracie, fuck,” he shot out, straining on grunts as he pumped his cock faster. She held both his legs open, pushing them wider, getting more aggressive responses.

“You’re biting me,” he shot out, like he couldn’t believe it while also loving the hell out of it.

But he was fucking her mouth so fast and deep she couldn’t help it. And hearing he liked it, she didn’t try to stop.

“I’m going to orgasm!”

It was a real warning. Like something huge and dangerous was coming and he wasn’t sure what would happen. He lifted himself higher off the bed, his groans now bellows that got louder and faster with every thrust. He pulled her hair so hard, she’d have orgasmed if she’d been touching herself. And dear God, his orgasm. She closed her throat as his seed shot out for what seemed like half a minute! The man was a beast. An out of this world, beast and she never loved anything so much that he was her beast, and she was his…whatever. Naughty, ragdoll to be used whenever he wanted, she didn’t care. Only because she was more than that to him. He wanted every bit of her the same as she wanted him. That’s why she could be his ragdoll anytime, any day. It was one tiny tip of the treasure she had with him. Her lifelong dream hunk was the package deal. She’d gone to heaven without having to eat dirt.

He pulled her up to his mouth and kissed her. The moment he tasted what he’d done, he slowed his pace as if realizing it and now needed to decide how he felt about it.

“Do it to me,” he growled in her mouth.

“Yes. I will. Do what?” she asked, ready for what was next.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Her breaths turned excited and panicky. “Lay down.”

“Lay?”

“Yes.”

“On the bed?” he wondered as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. He lifted his head and watched her pussy as she moved forward on her knees. When she got to his shoulders, she lifted one knee and placed it next to his head.

“Gracie,” he gushed at seeing her intention. “Yes.” He held her ass, helping her get right above his face. She lowered to his mouth and glided her pussy along it, gasping at the feel of his tongue lashing to reach her. He growled and forced her to his mouth, creating a storm with his tongue and lips that had her quaking and bucking in under ten seconds. His hands shot up to her breast and she clutched the muscular clamps that squeezed like he had when pulling her hair.

Then he got her clit in some kind of vortex in his mouth, and she came instantly, crying out shamelessly and shamefully while praying her niece had long left or were in the house out of ear shot.

She was then turned on her stomach like King Kong’s pet doll. He yanked her hips up and she cried out, knowing what was coming. With remarkable precision, he shoved into her, bringing her scream. His heavy body pressed into her, thick grunts heating her ear as he pummeled her like a rabid animal crushing its prey. No moving an inch for her as he had his way. And those guttural noises said everything was exactly the way he wanted, what he had to have. How wrong she was about herself thinking she’d never put up with something like that. How had she ever lived without it?

When the ride was over, he lay on the bed and pulled her against his chest, forcing every inch of her against him. Dessert. That’s what it felt like to him. The fucking was the main course, and this was his dessert. Thoroughly sated, he took his time carefully indulging and practically worshipping his favorite dish in the world. His Gracie was a four-course meal and there wasn’t a crazier idea that could please her more.

Quite a few minutes passed before he murmured roughly, “Did it hurt?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer the question, mostly because of the odd things in his tone. Like maybe he might want it to. Or like he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel or if what he felt was right or wrong. She remembered he had no experience other than painful ones.

She considered what kind of answer he might understand and decided to draw off his thirty-nine years in the wild. She’d heard he’d killed his own food with a knife which she assumed came by manually fighting them with his hands and body. “You know how when you…hunt for your meal and you catch it and maybe have to wrestle it before you end it? And maybe you sustain some injuries during the ordeal but when you’re eating that meal, it was worth every injury. Maybe you don’t even notice you have them till the next day.”

His hand slid softly over her face, pulling her hair back. “You are far more than a meal.”

She smiled. “I know. I’m more like every kind of food you would ever want and need. All wrapped up in a beautiful package.”

“Yes,” he said, astonished, like he was amazed she got it so accurately right.

“I was kind of bragging and exaggerating but okay. Maybe I’ll turn the tables on you and show you what it feels like to be devoured by a beastly predator.”

“I felt like a beast,” he confessed quietly, his fingers moving along her arm.

“Oh, you were,” she assured.

“You liked it,” he realized, the relief mixing with hunger in his tone.

“More than anything in the world.”

“How would you?”

She pulled his hand close to her, kissing his fingers. “How would I what?”

“Turn the tables.”

“Well…I imagine to subdue such a beast would require some serious restraints. I doubt once your sexual appetite is riled, you’d obey any of my commands.”

“Restraints?”

Hot intrigue colored his rough voice as she imagined him tied down for her to do what she wanted. “I can’t imagine what little me could possibly do even with you bound tight. Be like being tortured with a feather.”

His laughter rumbled into her, and she pushed herself closer against his hard frame. So hot too. The act taunted his appetite and even as her body panicked at being handled in such a way so soon, her own appetite was ready too. “This is where I wish I was a vampire.”

He moved them so her back side pressed against his body in a spoon position. “Why?” he whispered, his huge hand tugging her leg over his hip and opening her.

“So I can let you devour me as much as you want without getting broken.”

“Did I break you?” he wondered, his touch so delicate over her privates, barely stroking the folds.

“Yes,” she moaned, wanting to be honest.

“You don’t sound broken,” he thought, his finger finding her clit and drawing her light moan. She couldn’t stop from pushing her ass into his hard cock.

“I’m healing as you speak,” she said around several moans, fighting to open her legs more as the fire got to the point of delirious.

“You want to orgasm?” he asked, focusing his touch on the spot that made everything impossibly hot.

“Ruckus,” she whispered then gasped then moaned, moving her hands to her nipples.

He seemed to take it as some form of aggression that must be crushed. He sucked and bit at her shoulder, his finger moving faster. “I’m going to break you again,” he warned in her ear.

The rough threat brought her orgasm and that brought the King Beast. Before she was finished, he had her on her back, his huge cock nailing her core and both wrists pinned under his angry hands. The crucifixion position was real and terrifying, even painful but oh so glorious. She screamed when it turned overwhelming and he saw it as vital food, which he devoured with much fervor and biting at her mouth. His fucking speeds were off the charts, not that she had many charts to compare, but she was sure it was anything but normal or average. Was like some inner alarm went off once he started and he had only so many seconds to reach paradise and drag her with him through that brutal fiery process. And what a glorious death it was.