Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 7

Patches didn’t like the fix he was in. He didn’t want to cause more rumors than what likely already circulated about him and Tegan, but he damn sure didn’t like denying what she needed from him. More than ever he realized her thick skin was thin as silk with him. He needed to protect that. But how the hell would he do both? “Can you do me a favor and go get the small black bag from the medicine cabinet in the downstairs apartment while I check on our mothers? Bring it to Grand Pier’s room, I’m headed that way. Then we’ll get Nitro tagged.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He watched her hurry off, wondering what was in her head. Besides pretending to be the strong woman who wasn’t afraid her swamp cowboy would break the heart he took while she wasn’t looking.

“Finally!” Sarah gushed when spotting him up top. She hurried to him with the phone, holding it out. “Look at this,” she said. He took the phone. “Category four. Could be a five. And straight for us.”

“How are our mothers?” he asked, making his way to Becky’s room first.

“They’re comfortable and their bellies are full. Becky’s sleeping, I need to do her vitals in ten minutes. Grand Pier has been trying to escape his room to go smoke on the front porch. Caught him three times!”

“Mon Dieu,” he muttered, detouring to the other mother’s room while shaking his head. “He doesn’t have cigarettes, does he?”

“If he does, he’s smuggled them where I can’t find them.”

“Guessing you looked.”

“Oh yes, and he just had a blast watching me dig, telling me I’d never find it.”

“He’s always toying with you.”

“I know,” she said, fondly. “I tell him he’s my favorite bayou buzzard and he gets a kick out of that.”

“I bet he does.” Which was why he pushed Sarah so hard on him. He barely stopped himself from asking if she’d do him a favor and marry him.

“I heard about the Viking situation.”

He paused at the room wondering how.

“Word traveled real fast on that one,” she muttered.

“I see that.”

“Bullets left out with fifteen men. What on earth is going on?”

“We found a woman in their woods that had suffered physical spousal abuse.”

“So it’s true,” she said, shaking her head with a hand on her hip. “I’m shocked. And also, I need to talk to you about Tegan.”

He eyed her. “What about?”

“Did you know her brother is on his way over here?”

“For what?”

“I could hardly understand him with his drawl, but it sounded like Daddy wanted him to come get his baby girl because she’s scared, so here he comes. I told him come on, it’s your crazy Texan hide, but if you end up stuck here, all abled bodies will be expected to work if we have need. He thinks he’s gonna drive on in and drive on out.”

“If he times it just right, he’ll be on the highway in the hurricane,” Patches muttered, while wondering what was really going on. He didn’t recall hearing anything about her wanting to leave on that phone call, only that she was nervous.

“I said that exact same thing.” She knocked on the room door. “It’s me, Sarah, Dr. Patches is here to check on things.”

“Come in,” somebody called.

“I’m gonna go take Becky’s vitals so she’s awake when you get there.”

“Thank you, Sarah.” He spotted Tegan making her way to Grand Pier’s room with the black bag, curious with the look on her face. Had she talked to her brother?

Patches went through his checks with Mrs. Deveroux in record time, then did the same with Mrs. Boutine. He detoured to Grand Pier’s room, wondering if she was still there.

He heard his Grand Pier’s laugh when he got to the door and listened. “Awww, shaaa peechay, das sad-sad.”

“I’m not sad about it. My daddy made sure I had plenty of memories as did my Mimi and Slappy. Or my grandmother and grandfather. They’re wonderful and I thank God I still have them.”

“Meh, you know, Patches—”

He opened the door. “You called?” he asked, shutting the door.

“Meh, no, I was just talkin’ to Lil Texas and she tole me her momma died just like yours, when she was bein’ born.”

Patches looked at her, finding her mouth a perfect oval. “Your momma too?” she wondered quietly.

“Sho nuff. Das why his daddy—”

“Grand Pier,” Patches cut in, shaking his head. “Stop telling her all my family affairs. Unless you want me to marry her, then I guess you can tell her everything?”

His Grand Pier appeared dumbfounded. “Meh…I tawt you said you was marryin Lil Sarah?”

“No, no, no, I never said that. I said I’d take Sarah and two other ladies on a date.”

“I don’t know why you wasen all you money on three dates when you already know which one you like the most?”

“I’m not spending money, Grand Pier and I’d really rather my love life not be a public discussion.”

“Dis ain’t no public,” he dismissed with a grumble.

“Well, we got a whole Texas sitting right there, listening.”

He gave a big booming toothless laugh at that then looked at Tegan. “He done call you a whole Texas.” He regarded Patches. “She do got a lot of Texas in her, dis fuh true.”

“Can I borrow Miss Texas for a bit, we have a bat-shit crazy patient I need help with.”

He gave another big laugh. “Meh, you got more than one of me here?”

“Yep, we have two of you. And would you stop trying to escape by yourself? If you really want to go out, I’ll come take you. But wait for me.”

“Meh, I’m not cripple!” he complained.

“But you take a spill off the porch, and you will be.”

“Take a spill,” he said, finding that so funny. “Go see about dat crazy bat patient. Tell Nurse Sarah I need help wit my pillow, it keeps gettin’ all flat.”

“I’ll send Nurse Ann, you’re running Lil Sarah ragged, I think.”

“Ohhhh, can you make her bring me another popsicle? My mouth is so dry. The orange one.”

“No, but I can ask her. See you soon.”

“He’s like a kid on vacation,” Tegan giggled when they left out. “He is so precious. I see why you dote on him.”

“I do not dote on him.” He paused with her in the hall. “Did you talk to your brother?”

“Brother? Which one?”

“Sarah said he called and is on his way here. Couldn’t reach you.”

“What!?” She pulled her phone out. “Why, is something wrong?”

“No, something about you being scared and your Pier wanting you home.”

She held the phone to her ear with her mouth open. “Tate, what are you doing?” She put her hand on her hip and cocked it, drawing his gaze to that ass. “You can’t just come over here!”

He suddenly realized having her brother there might be a great idea. He hurried over and put his mouth to her ear. “Let him come. We could stand another male distraction.”

Her mouth dropped open, followed by her eyes doing the same. She turned away from him. “Fine, but I’m not leaving till after the hurricane.” Silent pause. “Because I’m needed here, there’s pregnant women all over about to have babies! You come and you’re stuck here with me, just so you know. I ain’t leavin’.” She let out a cute gasp. “You better not cause trouble, Tater, I mean it. Uh huh. Right. I know how you like to help me. When are you gettin’ here?” She shook her head now. “Well don’t speed, dummy. You won’t do me no good if you’re not in one piece.” Patches grinned at hearing she cared. “Call me when you get in Breaux Bridge. Well, I know that,” she snapped quietly. “I love you too. Bye!”

She turned with wide eyes and another gasp. “Can you believe the nerve, treatin’ me like a baby?”

“I cannot fathom it,” he said, smiling, ready to have her alone.

She pointed at him. “Oh, you’re just his type, I can tell.”

“I can assure you I am,” he said, heading for Becky’s room now. He stopped at her room and looked at her. “How about you wait in the apartment for me. If you come in, it’ll take more time.”

“Sure. I’ll get everything ready that I can. Tell her I said hi and I’ll be by later to visit.”

“Maybe,” he said, adding a wink at her suddenly confused face.

****

Tegan didn’t know what to do with herself while waiting. And knowing. That look in his eyes. Holy-fires, she’d never not know it in him. Her phone rang and she looked, answering. “Tater?”

“Daddy’s asking when I’ll be back, so I told him if all goes as planned, tomorrow afternoon. So that’s the story if he calls. I kinda wanted to see what a hurricane is like myself, and this one’s a record breaker.”

“Geeze, I heard. I’m nervous, very nervous. They’re having parties here!” she whispered. “Like it’s some kind of celebration.”

He laughed. “Sound like my kinda troublemakers.”

She thought about him meeting Patches. Lord, she hoped they hit it off. “Patches is the doctor here, the one I brought the equipment to.”

“Oh yeah, they got the bat woes. What’s that all about?”

“It’s…” What to tell. “It’s complicated,” she said quietly. “I’ll fill you in when you get here. This is some real vampire batman type shit, I kid you not.”

“Like what?” he said, suddenly locked on.

“It’s on the hush right now but a man was attacked by a lot of bats, and he was given a serum by one of their…swamp alchemist and he ain’t been right since.”

“What the fuuuuuck?” he said in soprano.

“They’re using the tags to have a live feed to certain markers in his blood and the alchemist has created protocols to bring those levels back to normal, so he doesn’t go batty. Because when he does, it gets comical, and I don’t mean funny, I mean like comic book type shit. Oh hell, Patches is coming, I gotta go! Don’t tell anybody about this Tater or I swear the world will learn some of your dirtiest secrets!”

“Damn, girl, I won’t. No need to threaten my balls.”

“Love you, bye!”

She hung up right as the door opened and the sight of him tripled her pulse till it felt like she had five hearts in her chest. “Hey,” she gasped, smiling and feeling like she looked guilty as all get out. “Just talked to my brother again,” she said, mostly needing something to say.

He locked the door.

Angled a hot look at her.

Mercy.

****

The look on Tegan’s flushed face pressed all of Patches’ dirty buttons and even created new ones. His pulse relocated to his cock as lust laid out the perfect pleasure session for them. Question was, what dirty thing first. Too many options. Did he want to make her pick? Or just take what he wanted and see how good she was at giving.

The latter brought a jerk to his cock that settled it. Definitely would see how good she was at letting him take.

He watched her face as he removed his white coat and tossed it on the arm of the nearest chair. He removed his t-shirt and tossed it next. “Remember our game?” he asked, undoing his pants.

She stared as he slid them down, barely nodding. He sat in the armchair, naked, watching her face now locked on his cock he held tall. “Come stand right before me.”

Seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock determined even more.

When she obeyed, he looked up at her. “Kneel.”

Her light gasp burned in his balls, and he opened his knees, making more room for that building fire as she knelt.

He decided he wanted to hear all about what had her enraptured with his cock. “Tell me what you think about my cock.”

He angled his head at her, taking hold of his balls with his other hand. “It’s…uh…big.”

Desire softened her eyes even more as she watched him slowly stroke the length. “You like that it’s big?”

She quickly wet her lips, nearly panting with whatever was on her mind. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell me what your pussy thinks about it, Texas. Is that clit aching? Burning?”

“Yes,” she gasped, nodding as she moved her gaze up to his chest then back down to his cock.

“I know how fucking wet it is. And that it wants to suck my cock. But your sassy mouth will know every inch of my mean dick before your pussy gets a single taste. And that ass of yours? It will surely get the worst of my wrath. Always taunting me without mercy. It’s surely the cruelest thing on your beautiful body. Every single thing about it makes me furious. Makes me hungry to punish you.” He slid his hips lower, putting his cock closer and opening wider. “And you need to know that every word I just said is not part of any game, baby.”

Her eyes closed as his hunger moved along his spine like molten lead. “Take all your clothes off and kneel between my legs again. But do it all very fucking slow.”

Patches debated on more than one orgasm with her. To jack off while she stripped down was more erotic than anything he’d ever experienced. He could always punish her for it.

He strangled his cock as she stood before him and slowly made her way out of her clothes. Every shy, jerky move fed into his endless supply of lust rage she’d created in him in such a short time. Once naked, she quickly knelt before him. Her tits held him utterly captive, the soft, supple mounds kissing one another while her thick nipples told all her nasty secrets directly to his cock.

“Bring your mouth closer,” he said, the command tingling in his tight balls.

The second she obeyed, the sight of her nipples that close to his cock made his breaths burn.

“You have my cock dripping,” he said. “Wet your nipples on it.”

He opened his knees wider as she took hold of her mound and moved the thick nipple over the precum gathered on his slit. Heat speared him at feeling that along with her sharp gasp and attention to the task.

“Fuck,” he whispered, watching her wet the other one. “Spread it on your nipples with your fingers.”

She leaned back a little, her brows furrowing as she made those fat fucking nipples shine.

“It’s time to use your sassy mouth. Start real slow. Kiss the top.” He moved his hands out of her way and, groaning when she wrapped the base with hesitant hands and leaned in. “Fuck,” he breathed, sliding his fingers along her cheek. “Did you know you have perfect lips? Fucking made for me.”

She moaned, opening her mouth a little, her lips covering half the head.

“I love those sweet kisses, baby,” he shuddered. “But I want your nasty ones. Let me feel your tongue.”

Her obedience was too perfect as he brought both hands to hold her head, watching her kisses turn hotter, nastier. “Texas,” he breathed through the heat she brought. “Suck it now.”

She covered the entire head with her sexy fucking mouth, and he gave a groan as he held her tight. “Your lips are wrapped on my cock baby. It’s more than I fucking dreamed.”

Her moans picked up as mewls came with her diligent sucks.

“Your fucking tongue on my slit…”

The head popped from her tight suction, and she rained fire on his slit with flicks of her tongue. He dug his fingers into her scalp, realizing she thought it was a command. It was now. He let out a seething groan when she went back to sucking, her lips so fucking tight on the thick ridge. He reached and fingered her nipple and her mouth opened with a sharp gasp and he pushed her head down till the head met her hot throat.

“Tegan,” he gushed, moving his hands when she took over, sucking his entire length with a nasty fucking hunger. Her hands roamed up his body then back down, nails digging in his skin, her desperate moans driving the fury in his fire. “You’re sucking it so fucking good, baby. You’re going to sit on my fucking face when you’re done.” She sucked deeper and faster. “Yeah, you like that? You want me sucking that fat clit? Fingering your tight cunt, and that fucking ass?”

The vision brought his orgasm plowing through and he grabbed her head again, bucking his hips as he fucked her throat, getting her teeth with every fucking pump. She rode him like a bucking bull, not letting go till he’d given her every drop. The sight of her licking her lips opened up that second phase of lust-fury in him. “Fucking kiss me,” he ordered.

She hurried forward and gave him her mouth. He held her head and took over, eating up the taste of himself, stroking her eager tongue with his as her greedy moans filled his ears and cock again.

“In my bed,” he said, standing and pulling her with him.

In his room, he watched her sit on the edge of the bed then scoot to the middle, looking at him.

“Lay back,” he said at the edge of the bed. “And open those beautiful legs.”

She held his gaze and did as told, drawing her closed knees up then slowly opened them, her breaths picking up as she did. He moved to the foot of the bed, staring at her pussy. Not hairless but cropped short and showing off plump lips that reminded him of her ass.

He moved his gaze up to her face and their eyes locked. Deep longing clashed with need and the most filthy, mean lust he’d never experienced. “Patches,” she gasped as he knelt on the bed, his gaze moving back between her legs.

“You know what’s coming,” he whispered as he lowered on to his forearms till her pussy was before him.

He stroked his fingers over the open folds, and she gasped several times, giving a tight “Please,” between breaths.

“You’re still going to sit on my face,” he said, staring at the pink silk between her lips, stroking it. “But I want to see you first.” He moved so he had use of his other hand, holding her lips open, exposing her clit more.

“Oh God,” she gasped when he barely stroked the tip of it.

“Is it hot baby?” he whispered, softly blowing on her.

“Yes,” she wrenched out.

“I love seeing you squirm for it.” He leaned his face closer, letting her scent saturate him as he kissed along one petal then licked, right on that pink slit.

“Patches!”

He moaned, licking again, twirling his tongue in her opening. Fuck, she was sounding a lot like she’d never felt anything like itbefore. He’d decided knowing the details of her sexual past wasn’t something he ever wanted to learn but being the first to lick her sweet pussy was now a need to know thing. But then he didn’t want guilt anywhere near what he was doing, if he was wrong.

He used all his fingers to hold her folds open, mesmerized by her. “Such a sweet pussy, baby.” He licked again, pushing his tongue inside her then meandering his way to her clit, circling, then flicking the tip. Her fingers sank in his hair with her sharp gasp, and he pressed in for a slow, French kiss on the hard bud, his moans telling how fucking nasty he was being with her.

“Oh please, yes!” she said, her breath shuddering with her writhing hips.

He pulled up and put his middle finger at her opening, teasing her with it.

“I need it,” she begged.

He leaned and gave a single lick on her clit, pushing his finger slowly into her. He licked twice when he was halfway in, and the mean side of his pleasure game grew meaner with her desperate cries. He decided she needed two orgasms and shoved his finger to the very bottom of her, needing to explore and learn all her pleasure. He moaned at the intense cry she gave, marking it down then bringing three more just like it.

“Feels good baby?” he gasped on her pussy, giving butterfly kisses on her clit that brought her scraping fingers on his scalp.

“Oh please!” she cried, flicking her fucking hips.

“You like fucking my finger baby? You want two?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck me.”

He nibbled along her pussy lip, adding his ring finger with his middle and slowly stretching her while giving her clit teasing licks.

“Patches, I’m gonna come,” she cried, worried.

“Yes, you will,” he whispered with a groan, kissing her clit again as he stroked the tips of his fingers against her g-spot area. “Yeah baby, you like it there?”

“Oh! Oh my God, fuck me!”

He pushed until his fist pressed into her body then gave vigorous flicks with his fingertips while pressing his mouth on her clit and pulling it into a relentless suck.

Her orgasm hit and he grabbed hold of her hand in his hair and squeezed as she came so fucking hard, bucking and writhing on his hand and mouth.

A full minute later, he was back to delicate kisses on her clit, his moans hot and his cock raging hard again. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispered on her.

“Then don’t wait,” she said between breathless moans, adjusting her hand in his so their fingers laced.

He lifted his head and pulled their hands to his mouth, kissing her fingers. “I have to wait.”

“Why?” she asked, making him realize he didn’t have much of a reason she’d like.

“Grand Pier—”

“Oh, right,” she whispered as he crawled his way up her body and kissed her lips. “I forgot about him, I’m sorry.”

“He’s in love with Sarah and I wish to God she’d just marry him.”

He chuckled at her big laugh, holding her face so he could kiss her. “Your fucking pussy is amazing baby. Felt good?”

“Oh God,” she barely gasped, stroking his face. “I’ve…never had anything like it.”

“No? Never?”

She shook her head as he slid his lips along hers with eyes closed. “I never want to know what you did in your past unless you haven’t, then I want to know I was the first.”

She smiled on his mouth and held his face. “You want to be my first?” she asked with a thrilled coo.

“Of course I do, but I’m okay with being your last.”

“Well that was definitely a first. I never went that far before. One guy did get his finger in me, and it was awful. I told you I wasn’t all innocent.”

“One whole guy? And a whole finger?”

“And kissing. That I did a lot of.”

He lowered to her nipple and sucked gently. “A real Texan tramp. Nobody ever sucked you here either?” He took the second one in his mouth then between his teeth, loving the shocked sounds she made.

“No, but…I forgot they touched there.”

He went back to her mouth, kissing her deeply. She stroked his face, and he captured her hand, putting it against the bed with her other one. “You liked our game?”

“Yes,” she whispered, chasing his dancing tongue.

“You liked me making you?”

Her breaths changed to shallow with his question. “So much.”

“I’m going to make you when I fuck you,” he warned, moving to her neck and sucking.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I won’t be nice about it.” He kissed her again, moaning as he drove his tongue.

“I want that.”

“Yeah? Your pussy will be too tight for my cock,” he shuddered, her body pushing into his even more. “Mmm. You like that.”

“I need it now. You can make me,” she begged, fighting to kiss him.

A knock pounded on the door, bringing her gasp.

He groaned and gave her a hard kiss then rolled off her. “Don’t move.”

“What if it’s…”

He shut his door before she could finish and quickly dressed. “Coming,” he called on the second rapid knock, thinking it might be Sarah judging by the weight and speed. Like a rabid dog.

“Patches?”

Shit, it was Sarah.

“I just need the password for the CCTV. It’s gone offline and I need the live feed on the mother’s monitors.”

“It’s next to the fridge—”

“No, I just looked, somebody moved it to God knows where, so I sure hope you remember it.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Thank you, I’m headed back up before Grand Pier decides he’s gonna cook me his famous pan-pan-due.”

He headed back to the room, finding Tegan standing in a blanket at the door. “Everything okay?”

He yanked the blanket off her and pulled her in his arms, cursing the clothes between them.

“We better go see about Nitro,” she whispered around his kiss. “And…that meeting you have…”

He pulled up. “Shit, I forgot that one.” He held her face still as he kissed her lips repeatedly. “You’re sleeping in here tonight.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Mmmm, I can’t get enough of you.” He pet both sides of her face and she smiled when he couldn’t stop smacking her perfect fucking lips. “We’ll play more tonight.”

“Okay swampboy,” she whispered. “I’ll be ready.”