Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 5

“Vikings!” Tegan said, taking his hand and hopping down into the smaller boat. “Here? In the swamp?”

“Yep. Sit there,” he directed. “Don’t wanna have to yell a conversation.”

She realized where he put her was close enough for their knees to touch. She angled her legs, so they didn’t.

“They’ve been here as long as anybody I know.”

“Vikings,” she repeated, amazed. “In these swamps. Like the actual Viking people? Horns and stuff?”

“One and the same.”

“They act like Vikings?” she wondered.

He laughed. “How do Vikings act?”

“I don’t know…barbaric and stuff? Am I confusing them with pirates?”

He found that funny and she decided his laugh was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. “They’re peaceful as far as I know. Never hear from them. Very strict about marrying in their own blood lines.”

“Oh, here we go,” she muttered, catching his grin.

“What? You don’t like that?”

“No, I guess I don’t. Maybe Miss Texas wants a fair chance at Mr. October.”

She almost regretted her words but the look in his eyes said she’d just chipped away another layer of that wall he’d put between them and wasn’t the least sorry about it. “Maybe she’ll get that.”

Oh boy, there it was. “Or…maybe I’ll find another one of these Twelve.”

“Maybe you will,” he said way too easily.

“Maybe I will. And maybe you’ll deliver our baby,” she further tested.

“Or maybe I won’t.”

“Maybe that one called Traps.”

Oh, big, big, laugh. “Yeah, you do that. He’ll teach you a thing or two about hog-tying.”

Her jaw dropped. “You sayin’ I’m fat?”

He laughed more. “God, no, you’re definitely not fat.”

“Damn right I’m not. I assure you, I’m all muscle.”

His smiling gaze lowered over her. “Is that a fact?”

“It is. I work out faithfully.”

“Really,” he said.

“Why do you sound so astonished?”

He found that funny too. “It explains a lot,” he said.

“Like what?” she said, getting pissed.

“Like why your ass is—”

“Say fat and I’ll push you out of this boat.”

He shook his head. “Not fat.”

“Or any word that means fat,” she warned.

“Does fine as fuck work for you?”

She stared at him, caught up in shock. “Don’t be funny with me,” she said, her pulse racing.

“The only thing funny is you not knowing that.”

“Knowing what? Quit laughing at everything I say!”

“How do you not know you have a killer ass?”

She turned away, holding her arms while her pulse went nuts. “Can we quit talking about my butt?”

“I can stop talking about it, yes.”

She aimed a glare at him.

“My mind can’t make promises.”

“And yet you don’t marry foreigners.”

“And your ass seems to give zero fucks about that,” he marveled.

“Wonder what your Sarah would think about your opinion about my ass.”

He kept his gaze and smile on her. “I don’t wonder at all.”

“Well, I damn sure wouldn’t put up with that.”

“Noted.”

She nodded, putting her elbows on her knees. “Noted,” she muttered.

“Thank you for being so sweet to Becky by the way. Are you trying to win points with me?”

She snapped her head at him. “Why are you baiting me? I’m not nice to people for points.”

“You’re fun to bait. You bite so hard on each one I throw at you.”

“Maybe I’ll bite for real if you keep it up.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling into a covered cove.

The motor shut off and she looked around. “This it?”

“No. This is a place I wanted to show you. And I would bite you back.”

Her heart pounded at the sudden serious look on his face.

“Turn and look behind you.”

She did and gasped then turned more. The trees all around them flashed with hundreds of green lights.

“Some call them fireflies, some call them green-light fairies.”

“It’s so…pretty.”

“Yeah,” he said.

Lord he was right at her shoulder, voice all soft at her ear while the swamp insects screamed all around them. Her pulse hammered. If she turned her head, his face would be right there. Oh God he smelled amazing.

“What would you say if I asked to add you to my list?”

She turned a little and he didn’t move from where he was, putting their faces inches apart. “What…list?”

“My dating list.”

His gaze lowered to her mouth now sputtering out sounds. “What does that mean?”

“It means I want to date you.”

“I’m…when?”

“After I fulfill my first three date obligations. I promised my Grand Pier I would do that.”

She stared at him and he stared at her. “You want me to wait to date you while you finish dating three other women?”

He reached up and slid his fingers along her hair. “Yes.”

“And… exactly how long will I be… pining away?”

“I just need one date with them.”

“So like…a week?”

“Sounds reasonable. With the hurricane and all.”

His gaze was on her mouth, then moved up, the intense heat in his eyes stealing her breath.

“Well…we can’t…disappoint Grand Pier, I think.”

His smile spread slowly. “So, that’s a yes?” He leaned in and his lips brushed hers.

“Yes,” she said, putting her fingers between their mouths, gasping as he kissed them. “We’re not dating yet,” she whispered.

He slowly moved back, looking at her. “Was just a kiss,” he said, the heat in his eyes licking at her skin.

“I have to wait in line for a week,” she reasoned.

“That is unfair,” he said, his eyes making love to her mouth. “You’ll stay in my apartment while you wait for me?”

Oh mercy. This felt like a trap. “I…don’t know where else I would stay.”

“Good,” he said, his stare moving along her face. “You mind if I take the other bedroom?”

She wet her lips, getting dizzy while sitting still. “It’s your place. Take whatever you need to.”

She put her fingers up again when his mouth came for hers again.

“Will you still be volunteering in the hospital?”

His lips pressed into her fingers, and she closed her eyes, feeling them. “Do you need me to?”

“I need you where I can see you.”

“Why?” she whispered, confused.

“Because I like looking at you.”

“What…about…”

“Nobody needs to know.”

She gasped at feeling his tongue on her skin. But if she moved her hand, she’d kiss him and then no telling what else she’d demand. What was he saying? Something important and she was missing it. He wanted her there where he could see her but without others seeing? “You want to hide,” she realized.

“More like…I want to seduce you.”

Her mind filled with what that would look like, making her short of breath.

“You want that?” His voice was hot as he moved her hand. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath at her parted lips. “Yes or no, Texas.”

Her mouth moved as she panted in the flames he caused while wondering, “I…What…what does that mean?” Lord, not mean, what would he do.

“It means when nobody’s looking, we’ll play a give and take game. I take what I want, and you give it.” His lips were barely nipping at her parted ones, his breaths thick.

“But we’re…we’re not…”

“I won’t take that,” he said, his fingers sliding along her neck. “Not until you’re sure.”

“Sure…”

“Sure it’s what you want.”

“And…you?”

“I already fucking know what I want with you. But I need an answer.”

“Yes,” she gasped, ready to pass out with needing everything she’d just agreed to. “Yes.”

His hand slid behind her neck as he pressed his lips fully against hers and she opened for him, getting his groan as he held her still.

“You already being my good girl?”

Oh God, he was being so nasty and yet…she liked it coming from him. “Yes,” she moaned around gasps.

“But you won’t always be a good girl. Sometimes you’ll be bad.” His tongue licked slowly along hers. “And I’ll have to be so fucking mean to you.”

She gave weak cries as he kissed her more. She wanted all that with him. God, was this really happening?

“Yeah, I knew you’d want to be a bad girl for me.” His hot accusation in her mouth made her need it more.

“So bad,” she gasped as his fingers slid up her scalp and clenched in her hair. “Patches.”

He pulled her hair and moved her mouth on his. “I’ll make you suck my cock. You want that?”

“Please,” she whimpered, squirming her butt to get friction on her clit.

“You will fucking beg just like that,” he swore, his tongue lashing at hers. “You fucking make me crazy,” he gasped in her mouth. “You make me want to be so fucking mean to you. To your pussy. To your fucking ass. I’m going to punish that ass you’re always teasing the whole fucking world with. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”

“So much,” she panted.

“Stand up.”

She was doing this. She was standing and he was undoing her jeans, and he wasn’t being slow and easy about it.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

She did then gasped when he yanked her jeans down, his muscles rippling under her fingers.

“Black fucking panties, baby?” He lowered them a whole lot slower, his hands feeling her as he did. She stepped out of them, and he moved his hands back up, staring right at her privates. His touch circled behind her, his gaze rising to lock on hers as his fingers encountered her butt. She wanted to close her eyes, her heart pounding mercilessly with fear of what he thought. She really needed him to like it. His eyes rolled shut as he felt every inch of her butt, his touch barely there. They opened again, seeming to glow in the moonlight. “Take everything off.”

She unbuttoned her top and slid out of it. He took her hands and guided her down onto the seat where he stared at her as he slid one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other. She reached up and undid the clasp at the front and his eyes were there at the scene, watching. He pushed the bra open and his breaths came thicker as his gaze moved from one then the other, watching as he softly traced and teased, turning her moans nearly frantic when he focused on the very tips of her nipples.

His hands lowered to her knees, and her cries rose as he pushed her knees wide open. “I’m going to take your first orgasm, Texas,” he shuddered, his gaze hot between her legs before raising up to hers. “You’re going to be a good girl and give it to me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, holding her legs open as he moved onto his knees between them. He placed a hand at the top of her ass, staring into her face as he grazed his other fingers between her open folds, the barely touch drawing her cry.

“You want it so fucking bad, don’t you?”

She lifted her hips, her mouth opening more as she reached for his teasing fingers. “Patches,” she moaned. “Please. Finger me.”

“You need my finger in your tight pussy?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Show me how much you want it.” His hand at her ass dug into muscle, helping her thrust. “Come on baby,” he urged, giving her the tip of his finger. “Give me your tight silk.”

She lifted higher, flicking and getting more of his finger. “Oh, God.”

“Yeah, look at you. You’re fucking my finger?”

“Yes,” she shot out, flicking faster.

“You want more?”

“So much,” she begged.

“Come get it,” he ordered, holding his finger still.

She braced a foot on the edge of the boat, gaining more leverage and moved herself faster. “Patches,” she begged weakly.

His hand on her butt turned hard and he shoved his finger in so deep, hitting her clit with his thumb. Her orgasm came and she grabbed on to his face, giving one shocked cry after another in his mouth as he forced her to meet every hammering jab of his finger.

“Oh, fuck, you kill me,” he swore, sounding so hot and pissed while not letting up. She’d never had an orgasm like it, endless, violent waves of pleasure shook her on and on, his lusty moans louder than hers by the end of it.

Somehow, she ended in his lap, their chests pressed together, his hot, strong arms holding her so tight their hearts pounded against one another. He sent aftershocks of pleasure through her ear with his breathless, tormented French, “Jae brool pour twa” over and over.

He’d just done all that. And she’d let him. Oh God. She tightened her arms around him, never wanting to stop feeling the hot, strong bond between them.

“Tu- a-doo-ray, mah jolie petite Texas?”

She dropped her head back as he kissed along her neck. “What…about Texas,” she moaned.

His laugh was soft and hot on her skin. “I asked if my pretty little Texas loved it.”

Her heart leapt and danced in her chest. “I’ve never had anything so amazing in my life,” she needed him to know.

His arms tightened with a deep moan that tingled in her nipples. “You’re too fucking beautiful for me,” he swore, his mouth moving to the other side of her neck while his words stole her heart and breath. Every buried hunger filled her greedy fingers now kneading along his scalp.

“I swear, you’re the beautiful one,” she thought. “Show me what to do for you.”

He gave another groan, this one harsher. “I will, mah jolie. Tonight. When you’re sleeping. I’ll come and take more things from you, oui?”

“Oui,” she gasped, her body already on fire for that. “What is…oui?”

He smiled on her mouth. “It means yes.”

“You’re…asking?”

He tugged her lower lip with his teeth. “No. Setting it in stone.”

Her pulse hammered between her legs again. “Like…a promise?”

Chills passed through her when his fingers slid up in her hair and trembled with restrained hunger. “Yes, mah jolie Tegan. A promise written in stone.”

She found his mouth with hers and kissed him. “Say it in English,” she whispered.

“Mah moovez fee wants to make me?”

She pulled back smiling at him. “I don’t know what you’re saying,” she implored, kissing his smile.

“I said my pretty Tegan.” He angled his head, his hand moving along the column of her neck. “And my bad girl wants to make me.”

“Let me do you. Please.”

“Later.”

She sighed a little. “Am I begging wrong?”

His soft laugh filled her mouth. “You could never beg wrong. Or enough.”

She gasped and jerked in his arms at a growl nearby. “What was that!”

“Seems you’ve excited an audience.”

She clung to him tighter, hearing it again. “Me!”

“It’s a mating call.”

“It sounds like a dadgum t-rex!” She gasped when he gripped her tit in his hand and took the top half into his mouth, the sound in his chest way too close to the monster nearby. “Oh God…” she started, then his teeth and tongue raked her nipple and turned her thoughts into “Yes.”.

“You need so many orgasms,” he said, his jagged breaths fanning her wet nipple. The deep ache between her legs made her want to be so nasty with him but she wasn’t sure how exactly things were done. She knew what things were done but not really the steps to make it as perfect as he had.

“You need them too.”

“I fucking do,” he assured, moving to her other breast. “And you will give me those.”

“You’ll…show me?”

His mouth shot up to hers, fingers biting in her hair as he forced his rough kiss. “I will show you what meh-fet broo-lie.”

“Meh…fet broo-lie?”

“What makes me burn.”

“You make me burn,” she confessed. “I want to do it back. As perfectly as you did.”

Her words turned him ravenous, and he took it out on her breasts, first one then the other, back and forth like he wanted to eat them both at the same time. She gasped at the slide of his fingers between her open folds. He moved his hungry mouth up to hers as he slowly worked his finger into her, fist back in her hair, tighter than ever. “I want you to ride my fingers.”

She whimpered and gasped as he worked a second finger in her. Her mouth opened with a sharp moan as he stretched her.

“Show me how much you want to fuck me.”

The mean grit in his tone sent her off. Holding his body between her thighs, she bounced with abandon, letting the delicious lust turn her into a pure swamp slut. He released her hair to fill his hand with her ass, the bite of his fingers accompanying his growl. She grabbed her tit with one hand his hair in the other, pulling his mouth to her, desperate for every bit of this terrifying passion. His groan was angry and harsh as she fucked his fingers. Another thick finger found its way between her ass cheeks and the second he pressed on that shocking button, it brought the dirtiest heat she never knew existed along with her orgasm. His finger pushed inside that spot as she came, moving in and out as she strangled his body with her legs and head with her arms, hoarse screams of rapture filling the private swamp cove.

As she came down from that impossible peak, she realized her face was smashed into his shoulder. The sounds she still made would’ve embarrassed her if she wasn’t so traumatized from the pleasure. His moans hummed through her as he stroked her body and she watched the surreal light show through the haze in her mind, emerald sparks winking all around. Made her think of little bugs taking naughty pics. She would love pics of what they’d just done. A whole album of them. She would look at them every single day to memorize what it looked like. What he looked like while doing that. What she looked like when he turned her into this woman. What they looked like together, locked in such a beautiful pleasure. What did experiencing perfection with the perfect man look like? That’s what she really wanted to see.