Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (138 page)

I laugh and nod. “Yup. It does. Old South… And yeah, they are.”

He shudders. “That’s terrible. I can’t believe they treat you like that.” His hands clench and unclench. “No one should be treated like that. Especially not you.”

Does he hear what he’s saying? No one
should
be treated like that. He’s right. But that includes himself. Does he even know what he’s saying?

Leaning up, I kiss his back through his shirt and wrap my arms around his stomach. “I don’t care about the way they treat me. They’ve done that my whole life. I’m not like them and they hate it. But I don’t care. I’m me. I live my life the way I want. I do what makes me happy. My grandma has always been in my corner. I’m so like her. I think that’s another reason they dislike me so intensely. I don’t follow their rules. I don’t find the stupid things important that they do.” He rests his hand over the top of mine. “Honestly, I don’t care about what they think about me. I’m used to it and I swear to you I don’t care. None of that fazes me. But I’m so angry at the way they treated you.”

He turns away and looks out at the property. Staring at the trees in the distance, he swallows. “Tifanie, I’ve been treated like I was worthless, like I don’t fit in anywhere, my whole life. It’s nothing new to me. But unlike you, it does bother me. I don’t want you to have to deal with the shit that just happened because of me. That’s the last thing I want.”

Grabbing his face, I pull it down to mine. “Cruz, the fact that you’re here with me right now… that you just went through that bullshit with my family, that you’re here with me right this second… I would deal with any of those idiots one hundred times if I could have this.”

He groans and grabs my hips, pulling me into his body. He backs me into the side of the pergola and the jasmine surrounds us as he captures my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips and tangles with mine as my hands grasp at his back and neck, holding on for dear life.

I’m pressed against the jasmine, crushing it. The smell weaves around us, as we forget the rest of the world. The only thing that exists is he and I, right here, right now, in the sunlight and jasmine.

Cruz

I
’m pressing Tifanie into the jasmine, kissing her in a way I’ve never kissed a woman before. Every time we move, the jasmine releases its heady fragrance. It’s like heady incense and it’s completely intoxicating. The smells combined with the taste of her mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue as she moves sensuously against me and lets out delicious moans, transports me to another place.

It’s like we’re in our own world out here, away from everyone. No judgments, no rules, just the wondrous feelings associated with the woman in my arms.

Her breathy moans have me rock hard and her gentle swaying presses her perfect curves against me in all the right places.

Remembering where we are, and who’s at this party, has me reluctantly pulling back from her. She doesn’t let me get far. Her arms weave around me and hold me close as my hands almost claw her hips with the urgency of my restraint. All I want to do is raise her skirt and bury myself inside her warm, willing softness, yet I know I can’t do it. Not here. Not with these people around.

I’ve never had a woman stir my senses the way Tifanie does. I’ve never wanted to just let go of everything and just… be. But I do. With Tifanie, I do.

It’s damn frightening.

Her mouth is trailing over my jaw and up to my ear as her breath fuels my passion. I’m forcing myself to stop from touching her inappropriately, yet it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

She leans into my ear and sucks my pierced lobe into her mouth. Her tongue is flicking against the diamond stud and her warm, wet breath is torturing me. Her breathy voice is in my ear. “I want you to take me, Cruz.”

Leaning back, I look at her. Her lips are swollen and lush and her eyes are dark and glazed. She’s gorgeous. She’s so passionate and wanton and it’s for me… I’m not certain how to handle that. I’m not certain why I deserve her and everything she’s offering.

I want to indulge her, but I can’t. Not here.

“I can’t take you. Not here. Not outside. Not like this. I won’t do anything to jeopardize you, Tifanie.”

She sighs. “Screw these people.” But she leans back. “You’re too scrumptious. I want you. I want you to take me. I want to take you. I’m so wet right now.”

My eyes widen at her declaration. I smirk. “Yeah? How wet?”

The gleam in her eyes brightens and she grabs my hand and pulls me into the maze. Chuckling, I follow her. She seems to know exactly where she’s going, so I just hold on. We turn one more corner and she smirks at me before she ducks through a small, almost invisible gap in the hedges. She pulls against my hand and says from the other side, “Come on. Hurry.”

Why not?!

I push through and look around. We’re in a little clearing. There’s a small fountain and some wildflowers cover the lush grass. It’s beautiful. It’s small, only about twelve feet wide and almost a circle.

Turning, I take in the entire secret garden in the maze. As I come full circle, my gaze centers on Tifanie. She’s staring at me with a sexy smile as she drops the black dress to the ground. She’s in nothing but her light blue panties and bra. She’s already kicked off her shoes.

Her finger beckons to me and, as if I’m a puppet on a string, I cross the short distance to her. As I reach her, I huskily whisper, “What are you doing, Tifanie?”

She leans up and wraps her arms around my neck as she stands on her tiptoes to brush her lips against mine softly before whispering, “Exactly what I want to.”

Groaning, I grab her and cup her ass through her panties. She hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. Her mouth is once again on my ear. “Why don’t you see just how wet?”

She’s crazy. We’re in a secret garden in a maze at her family’s mansion and there are people who dislike me everywhere, yet, I can’t deny her. Setting her on her feet, I kneel and look up at her. The sun is behind her, so she’s got almost a halo around her head and her beauty astounds me.

This woman wants me. She’s offering herself to me. Her family hates me and she doesn’t care.

My hands trail up her thighs and stop at her hips. I take in the darkness of my skin against the olive skin of her hips. She doesn’t care. She accepts me for me. She’s fought for me. I realize the treasure that she is and it’s like a lightbulb goes off. She’s mine.

The satin of her panties almost floats down her legs and joins the dress at her feet. She reaches back and unhooks her bra. She’s completely nude before me in the glow of the sun. Grabbing her, I lean my head into her stomach and just hug her tightly.

Her hand touches my head and cradles it before turning my face up to look at her. She kneels down before me. Her husky whisper wakes me up. “You have far too many clothes on, Cruz.”

I do have too many clothes on. Her smaller hands help my large ones as we unbutton my shirt before slipping it off my shoulders and down my arms. Her mouth follows the trail of the shirt and stops at my waistband. Before I can unbuckle it, her hands have accomplished the task and she’s reaching into my slacks and encircling me. My head falls back and I moan.

Her hands are soft and warm against my steely hardness. She gently rubs the tip and my eyes snap open.

The undiluted pleasure on her face just from touching me is my undoing. Pulling back, I quickly remove my slacks. Within seconds, I’m just as naked as she is. Using my shirt as a blanket, I spread it out and lay her back against it. The sun is kissing her skin and it appears to be glowing. I can almost believe she’s a mythical creature.

Smiling at me she says, “Are you just going to look at me, Cruz?” Her hands trail over the curves of her body and I can’t look away. “I think you’re supposed to be checking something.” She slowly spreads her legs and I focus on the shimmering pink folds nestled there.

Swallowing, I look away from the slick treasure trove below and focus on her face. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes are dilated with intense passion. Reaching out, my hands trail up her calves and over her thighs before stopping at the juncture there. Watching her face, I slowly run my fingers through the wetness. She moans and her legs fall further apart.

I want to dive in, but I’m still worried about someone seeing us out here. We’re in the open.

As if she can read my mind, she closes her legs, trapping my hand. “No one knows this is here. It’s my secret place. No one is going to see us.” Her come-hither smile is my undoing.

I start to move my fingers and she opens her legs again. I’m fascinated with my dark fingers disappearing into her pink folds. She’s gripping me and pulling at me. Her head is thrown back and her neck is arched. She’s gorgeous.

Her moans are making me twitch and my cock is jerking in time to them.

She looks at me. “Lie back.”

She wants me to lie back? What?

Pulling away from me, she sits up. I feel the loss of her warmth immediately. Pointing to my shirt, she says again, “Lie back.”

I don’t argue. I lie back and she leans over me and tickles my abdomen with her hair. Her head is millimeters above my skin, so she’s not touching me, but her breath is an intimate caress. It’s strangely erotic and gives me goose bumps.

My eyes close as her hair whispers against my skin. She stops and my eyes flash open. My cock is jutting out proudly and she’s over it, just looking down. Her lips are moist from her tongue but her eyes rise to mine. As they meet, she leans down and takes me into her mouth. Watching myself become engulfed by her lips is quite possibly the single hottest thing I have ever seen. Still watching me, she starts to move. Her mouth is gliding over me and my hips automatically move in time with her suction.

My hands weave through her hair and guide her mouth at the speed I want. It’s too much. I’m going to blow.

Releasing her hair, I pull back and the suction makes a popping sound as she releases me from her mouth. She smiles as she straddles me. I’m so hard and she’s so wet, no guidance is needed. I slip inside of her with no assistance. We both groan as I settle home.

She starts to move and I help. Within seconds the sound of slapping flesh is echoing throughout the clearing. She’s moaning so loudly, I’m certain they can hear it at the house. I sit up and take her mouth to try to quiet her some as she rides me.

Our mouths and tongues are in perfect sync with our fucking and the combined sensations have both of us on the brink within minutes.

She bites my tongue as she shatters around me and her spasms send me over the edge as well. I roar into her mouth and she swallows it.

My body is jerking and convulsing and I shoot streams of semen into her. I wonder where it’s all coming from. Finally, I’m spent. She leans her forehead against mine and I open my eyes.

She stays in my lap while I soften inside of her and she takes my mouth in another sweet and gentle kiss. Her hands cradle my face. Mine mimic her stance and my hands are buried in her hair as we kiss and our heartbeats return to normal. Her breasts are against my chest.

Eventually, she leans back and takes a deep breath. I lean back on my hands and she smiles at me. “Wow, Cruz.”

She makes me smile. “Wow, yourself.”

She rakes her nails gently down my stomach and the muscles jump. She smirks. “You’re so fucking sexy. You make me crazy. You know that?”

I think about it for a second. I like that I make her crazy. The fact that I, Cruz Edwards, make this amazing woman lose her mind… that’s kind of a good feeling. It’s an unexpected feeling, but a damn good one.

This is too good to be true. Tifanie is too good to be true. Too good for me anyway. Shut up, Cruz. Just enjoy it. She cares about you. Stop looking for reasons to run.

For once, I want to defeat the urge to run… I want to stay. Right here. With Tifanie.

Tifanie

I
’m speechless. Again. I have nothing in my brain, no thought of speech. Dear lord, Cruz is perfection. He’s freaking amazing and he deserves the platinum record for lovemaking.