Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (100 page)

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she tightens her hold on my neck and fists my hair as she opens her mouth and her tongue caresses my teeth. I taste fruit and alcohol. Moaning into her mouth, I grip her dress near her hips and hold her ass against my straining cock.

We don’t even realize when the song ends until we hear the cheers and catcalls. Breaking the kiss, I stand up and realize we are in the center of a circle and everyone is staring at us. Most people are whooping and hollering. Her face instantly brightens. Grabbing her hand, I drag her to the bar while I try to situate my rock hard cock into a comfortable position. “Do you want to get out of here? We can head down to the beach. I have a private cabana.”

She swallows and nods as she grabs her drink and takes a large gulp. Grabbing her hand with one of mine, I grab my beer with the other and we head out the door. As we get a bit down the beach, she starts giggling.

I’m taken aback. Why is she laughing?

“What’s funny?”

She slaps her stomach. “You. Me.” She gestures between us. “This. I don’t do this. I don’t make out with strange, gorgeous men in the middle of a dance floor.” She laughs even harder. “I don’t even know your name.”

She doesn’t know who I am. She’s not after me because I’m a rock star. This is great! I can spend some time with her. Have some fun and not have to worry about tabloids and what she’s out to get. Awesome.

I chuckle. “My name is Dade.”

She stops laughing and just stares at me before saying, “Hello, Dade. That is the perfect name for you. You are sexy as sin and an amazing kisser. I’m Rayne. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Rayne. I like it. It’s different. Very nice to meet you, Rayne. Would you care to accompany me back to my cabana where we can talk in private?”
Agree… Say yes!

She smiles again and her eyes crinkle. The moon is full, and with the reflection from the water, I can see a slight scattering of freckles on her nose. I never knew freckles could be so damn sexy. Putting her hands on her hips, she checks me out. Her gaze slowly travels from my head to my feet. She takes her time and I strangely start to get uncomfortable.

I’m tall. I have a long torso and long legs. I work out six days a week. I’m very cut. My arms are big, my chest is broad, my waist is narrow, my thighs are muscled, and my calves are sculpted. I know women find me attractive. I wonder what she’s thinking?!

As she takes me in, her tongue comes out and she licks her bottom lip. I want to suck on it. I decide to do an inspection of my own. She’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen women who work harder for it. Her body is not perfect. She’s not stick thin. It looks like she spends a little time working on her body. Her blonde hair flows down her back and is a little darker at the roots. Her skin is smooth, and without an abundance of make-up. Her face is striking. Her lips are enchanting and are a perfect little bow. The flowy strapless dress is held up by her nice breasts. It dips in at her waist a little and flares at her hips. The skirt is higher on one side than the other, so I can see her smooth tanned legs and they are toned as well. I felt her luscious ass against me earlier and that is about as perfect an ass as one can get. I also felt her not perfectly tight stomach and I really like that. I like women who are a little soft. Women are supposed to be soft. While she’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, she is probably the most naturally beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I like the way she looks very much. I’d really like to get to know her a little better.

We’ve been memorizing each other. She looks at my eyes and then drops her gaze to my mouth before returning to my eyes. Once she makes sure I’m watching, she looks at my groin. My cock jumps in response. She licks her lips and returns her gaze to mine. Her eyes are a smoky blue and they look almost gray in the moonlight. She slowly smiles and shows perfect white teeth. “I want you to know I’m not just saying this. I really
don’t
do this with men I don’t know. Hell, I don’t do this with men I do know, but I am fascinated by you. I shouldn’t tell you this, but you’ve occupied my thoughts since I saw you this afternoon at the hotel. I very much want to be alone with you.”

My heart starts pounding at her words. She’s been on my mind since I arrived and saw her, too. I’m infatuated with her. My dick is also throbbing. He very much wants to be alone with her. Smiling slyly, I reach for her and pull her into my body with a whoosh. Her arms slither up my chest and circle my neck and she reaches up as I lean down. Our lips meet in a scorching kiss.

As we break apart, we are both out of breath and I can’t help but think I’ve never responded to a woman this way before. She kicks off her shoes and holds them and then smirks at me. Grabbing her hand, we run down the beach in the moonlight.

As we approach, I see someone walking off towards the hotel. Tiki torches are lit and there’s a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the bar top. All of the other cabanas are empty. Rayne looks at me with a question on her face.

I shrug. I didn’t do it.

She laughs. “Who are you? Are you famous or something?”

I laugh outright.
Am I famous? Yes, I am actually, but I don’t want her to know that. I don’t want that to taint this vacation fling. She honestly has no idea who I am. I can’t tell her I’m a rock star, but I can’t lie either. Lying doesn’t sit well with me.
“Or something.”

She studies me intently. I’m getting uncomfortable with her scrutiny. Sighing, she asks, “Or something?! What do you do?”

I think about it and decide to be honest, but not tell her everything. “I work in the music industry.”

She nods and chuckles. “That makes sense. You have that look about you.”

That’s it? No questions about where or what exactly I do?!

I smile, since I dodged a bullet with that one. “What do you do, Rayne?”

She giggles. “Nothing as exciting as music. I work in an office, with women and children.”

I laugh.
Does she work at a daycare or school?
She’s nothing like the women I usually spend time with. I decide to leave it at that and allow the element of mystery to surround us.

Melonie

H
oly shit. I’m in a private cabana with a gorgeous man who looks like he stepped off the pages of one of the smutty romance novels I’m so fond of. He looks like he could be a rock star or a biker with his long hair and tattoos.

What are you doing, Mel? You don’t do this. You never do this. You are a highly respected, professional woman. What are you doing out here with this too-gorgeous-to-be-real stranger?!

As I look at Dade and take in his enthralling presence, I tell myself to shut the hell up.

Screw it!!

I’m on a beautiful island with a drop-dead gorgeous man who seems interested in ME…What’s the worst that could happen?!

While I’m beating myself into submission, he’s pouring us champagne. He comes back with two delicate crystal glasses in his large hands. He hands me one and watches while I nervously take a sip.

“Are you ok with being here?” he asks with a smirk as I white knuckle the glass. I’m praying I don’t snap the stem.

I take a large gulp of the liquid and cough as I inhale some of the bubbles. He takes the glass from me and rubs my back as I catch my breath. His hand on my bare skin feels like fire, yet chills race across my skin at the contact. When I can breathe normally, I look up. He’s staring at me. His eyes are so dark, I get lost in them. I immediately lose my ability to breathe again.

He uses his long finger to tip my chin up and I swallow. He asks again, “Are you ok with being here, Rayne? I need you to answer. If you stay, we are going to fuck. I need to know if you want that.”

Oh my God. Did he just say that?! He wants to have sex with me? Just like that? I don’t even know him. Do I want to have sex with him?

Shut up! Of course you do. You’ve been thinking about it since you first saw him. So what if it’s out of character for you?! He’s gorgeous and could have any woman on this island, yet he’s here with you…

My nerves are strained and my panties are soaked. His voice is deep and melodic. Just looking at him gets me wet and when he talks… Good God! I do want to have sex with him! I want to take a chance and do something out of character. Something tells me he’s safe.

I nod.

“That’s not good enough. Say it!”

I swallow again and meet his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I want to have sex with you, Dade.”

He smiles and my panties flood. “Good. I’m clean.”

I blink…

Fuck. I didn’t even think about that! I am a freaking doctor and I didn’t think about the fact that he’s safe. I’m on the pill, but does he have condoms?! Sheesh, Mel. Nice. You preach to others about safe sex and this dude who could easily rival Joe Manganiello comes around and you’re ready to shed your panties and spread your legs.

“Do you have condoms?” I blurt out before my hands fly to my mouth.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Yes. I do. I keep a couple in my wallet as a precaution.”

My face feels like I was in the sun with zero SPF for hours.

I sober a bit. “You make it a habit of picking up random women and screwing them?”

It’s his turn to blink. He chuckles. “Sometimes, yes. But I don’t regularly sleep with people I don’t know, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I nod. “That’s what I’m asking.”

He stares at me. “You’re different. I like you. No, I don’t normally sleep with random women. I don’t have to. I do have sex occasionally, but I don’t fuck complete strangers.”

I click my tongue. “I’m a stranger.”

He laughs again. “Yes. Yes, I suppose you are. Let’s change that. Tell me something about you.”

I’ve had three drinks tonight and now champagne. I’m a little buzzed and feeling bold. Leaning over, I grab him and pull him to the lounge bed in the corner. I’m sure it’s meant for a nap, but I want to sprawl on it. With Dade. While we
talk
. Turning, I push him. He falls backwards with a smirk and I laugh as I follow him down. I’m never this forward.

“Well…” I tap my lips with my finger. “Let’s see, I haven’t had sex in about a year.” His brows shoot up. “I know, it’s shocking.” I run my hands over my breasts and cup them through my dress. “Who wouldn’t want to have a piece of this, right?!”

His hair loosened from the ponytail he was wearing as he hit the bed. It’s fallen over his forehead. His brows are hidden beneath it. But he nods, as his eyes follow my hands.

“I can’t imagine how that’s even possible.”

I lick my lips and lean over him. “Me either. And I really do enjoy sex.”

He groans. “If you want to talk, fondling your tits and leaning over me is not the way to have a coherent conversation, Rayne.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. I decide we can talk later.

Leaning over him again, I grab his large hands and place them on my breasts. He stares at me, but waits, unmoving. “I don’t want to talk right now. I want to
feel
.” I lean down and kiss him.

He immediately flips me over and covers my body with his. His leg is between my thighs and he’s kneading my breasts. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s hands on me, I throw my head back and moan loudly. My moans excite him as he grabs the top of my dress and pulls it down. My breasts are exposed to the warm, humid air. He releases my lips and captures one erect nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard and bites it with his teeth. It’s slightly painful, but as soon as it stings, he laps at it with his tongue and soothes it. My head is thrown back and my hands are buried in his hair as he concentrates on first one and then the other nipple. Thank God the beach is empty because I’m loud.

My panties are so wet, they’re uncomfortable. Pulling back so fast I startle him I’m able to slither out from underneath him. I smile mischievously as I stand up. He looks at me with desire and apprehension. He watches as he rolls over onto his back. I can see how hard he is through his linen pants. I want that. Grabbing my dress from where it’s gathered around my waist, I pull down and catch the panties at my hips. Both pool on the sand. I’m naked before a man I don’t know, on a beach. I don’t care. I want him.

He stares. His eyes travel the length of my body, stopping on my hips and the apex of my thighs before moving up to my breasts. He blinks and stares into my eyes. Then, he smiles and crooks his finger at me.

My feet respond to his unspoken demand and I climb onto the bed. He holds his hand up to stop me. I wait.

He kneels and cups my breasts. They are not large, but they fill his hands nicely. He trails his knuckles over my chest and across my nipples. My back arches and thrusts them more fully toward him. I’m still on my knees facing him. His hands trail down my sides and stop at my hips. They trace my hip bones before moving to the top of my moist curls.

I’m holding my breath.

He chuckles. “Breathe.”

I let out the breath I was holding and his fingers brush through the curls. My eyes cross from the simple touch. How can someone with such a commanding presence be so gentle?! I don’t want gentle. I want to be taken.