Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (76 page)

He looks at me. “I know this. You know this. She knows too, but she’s twenty-three years old, Liam. She was cheated on and her boyfriend was arrested for statutory rape and felony theft.” His face flashes with rage at the words. “Then she found out she was pregnant and she was alone in a huge city. She reacted the way anyone would.”

His taking up for Clove is pissing me off and I don’t know why. “I know that, man. I get that. But that’s a big deal! No one here would judge her. Hell, look at us. We’re the most fucked up bunch of characters in existence!” I punch the couch. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I’m just in a really bad mood and I’m fucking exhausted.”

Cruz continues to look at me with his eerily light eyes. They’re compassionate. “I get it. And I know that you were scared last night. I was scared too.”

Jumping up from the couch, I start to pace, flailing my arms around. My voice gets louder and louder as I get more worked up. “Of course I was scared. Dade left his precious baby sister in my care and I didn’t know what was wrong with her. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. I never want to see anything like that again! Dade would kill me if anything had happened to her!”

Cruz leans back on the couch and crosses his arms. “That was not your fault.” I turn towards him and glare. He glares back before asking quietly, “Are you sure you’re only worried about her because of Dade?”

Grabbing my phone, I turn and walk out of the room in anger, calling over my shoulder, “Don’t fucking psychoanalyze me, Cruz. I’m going to bed. Lock up when you leave!”

Asshole. Of course I’m only worried about her because of Dade. Why else would I worry about her?! Besides, she’s going to have a baby. She should be taking better care of herself! Damned woman needs a caretaker!

Slamming my bedroom door in anger, I feel a slight measure of relief. Why the hell am I so pissed?

Throwing myself face down on my bed, I pass out from sheer mental and physical exhaustion.

The buzzing of my phone wakes me. I squint at the clock and see it reads 2:17AM. I think about ignoring it, but then realize it might be Dade about Clove. I grab it and swipe the screen to unlock it.

“Chelsee

Hey sexy. What you up to? Want some company?”

Chelsee is a local model who is what I like to refer to as a “good time girl.” We hook up occasionally, but since she hooks up with pretty much everyone she models with, and is known for doing whatever it takes to get a shot, no one takes her all that seriously as a model. She is pretty though and she isn’t looking for commitment. I decide that she’s just what I need for a distraction.

“Liam

Hey Chels. Sure. Home alone. Come on by.”

She texts back immediately.

“Chelsee

Awesome lover. On the way. XOXO”

Rolling my eyes, I get up to brush my teeth and unlock the front door. She knows the drill.

Ten minutes later, I hear giggling and the front door opening. The sound of the chain sliding back in place and then heels clicking against the hardwood as she makes her way to my bedroom, disturbing the quiet of the house. I’ve left my bedroom door open since I’m here alone, and I’m laying with my arms crossed behind my head. The bedside lamp is casting soft light throughout the room.

“Hey, Liam,” she says thickly. She’s apparently been drinking. I look up and the lamp has illuminated her in my doorway. She’s wearing a red corset, so her breasts are pushed way up and spilling over the top, a short black skirt that stops right below her crotch, and her legs are bare until they meet the sky-high black fuck-me heels on her feet. She has quite a bit of makeup on and her green eyes are popping out of her face, while her long dark hair is falling to her waist. She cocks her hip as she trails her hands down her body. My cock jerks to attention.

She shimmies into my room and stops a few feet from my bed. She smiles at me and pushes her skirt down. All she’s left in is a red lace see-through thong, the red corset, and the fuck-me heels. Turning her phone on, she selects something, and tosses it onto my nightstand as she starts to move to the beat of the song. She’s doing a striptease and my cock definitely wants to play.

As the sounds of Enigma rise and fall, so do her hands, until the corset is completely unhooked and she drops it to the floor with her back turned to me. She turns around and has her hands over her large breasts while she walks the remaining distance to the bed. As she reaches the bed, she bites her fingertip and then proceeds to lick it from fingertip to knuckle before sucking the whole thing into her mouth through her painted red lips.

My head is thinking of another part of anatomy.

She glances down and sees the large tent I’m sporting through my sweatpants and reaches down, smiling. Grabbing my waistband with both hands, she yanks and drags my sweats and boxers down. Once they are off, she flings them.

Then she slithers up my body running her mouth from my ankle to my hip. She bites the indentation of my “V” and then laves it with her tongue. I groan and my cock is twitching and jerking the closer she gets to it. Dammit, it needs some attention.

She treats the other leg and hip to the same torturous exploration and then she’s leaning over my straining dick. She licks her lips and the bright red lipstick glistens. Looking up at me, she lowers her mouth and takes me to the base. I feel myself twitch from the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. She starts to move. She’s bobbing her head and watching me the entire time. My eyes want to close so I can savor it, so I let them.

As her mouth moves up and down and she alternates between hard suction, licking, and gently scraping me with her teeth, I hold her head in place and fuck her mouth. She complies and is moaning along with me. I’m just about to explode when she releases me with a pop and kisses the tip of my saliva covered dick.

She climbs up my body and reaches over to the nightstand where she opens the top drawer and grabs a condom. Ripping it open with her teeth, she sits up and rolls it down me. Straddling me, she eases down and once I’m impaled to the hilt, she grabs the headboard, and rides me like she’s a bull rider and she’s in the championship. We’re both sweating, our bodies are sliding against each other, and within seemingly seconds, she’s convulsing around me. I feel her muscles clenching around my straining sheath.

My eyes are closed and in my head pops a vision… of Clove.
What the fuck?!

Opening my eyes, I see Chelsee with her head thrown back in ecstasy. She’s screaming out. “Oh, God. Yes… Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her over and over. I’m not being gentle, but we’ve never been gentle. She likes it a little rough. I can feel my orgasm start to build, so I grab her and flip us both, then, pulling out of her, I tell her to get on her hands and knees.

Her ass is in the air, her face is in the mattress, and her heels are still on. I thrust into her and start fucking her like she’s the last woman I’ll ever fuck. She’s moaning and screaming out in pleasure and the headboard is banging against the wall as I slam into her repeatedly. I am watching my dick disappear into her pussy over and over and I have to close my eyes as my orgasm nears. Just as it reaches the surface, Chelsee screams out with another orgasm. Right as I release, I see Clove in my mind, and my body explodes. “Arghhhhhhh. Fucking hell!” My release goes on and on. I slump over Chelsee and we both lay there spent. Our breathing is as rapid as if we’ve just ran a marathon. I look over at the girl next to me, but all I can see is another pretty girl… one who I kissed in the kitchen last night… one who is the pregnant, little sister of my one of my best friends… and one who hates me. Fuck me.

Miraculously, with my head spinning in confusion and a hard fucking out of my system, I fall asleep… with the image of Clove firmly cemented in my brain.

Clove

I
must have been exhausted last night. The last thing I remember is talking to Bradi, but now it’s morning and Dade is asleep at my bedside. Searching my tray table for my phone, I spot it and reach over. The clock says 6:17AM.

I hear a sleepy, “Whatimeisit, Sis?”

Looking over at my rumpled big brother I smile at him. He’s squinting and his dark hair is a mess since it’s come out of his hair tie. He stretches and I hear his back pop as I answer him. “About a quarter after six. Hi.”

He takes my hand and the deep brown eyes that mirror my own are staring into mine. He smiles slightly and squeezes my hand. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

I think about it for a minute. I stretch and feel my stomach. Smiling at him, I say, “I’m ok. We both are. I feel fine. I’m sorry you had to cut your trip short.”

Both of our hands are resting on my stomach and his eyes take it in. He looks at me and I see his eyes are glassy. “Liam called me frantic. You scared the hell out of us, baby girl.”

I shrug, “I know. I didn’t do it on purpose, Dade. I was scared too. But I’m really sorry I scared everyone and that they found out like this. I should have told them…”

He smirks at me and chuckles. “Yes, Bradi let me know quite loudly that I was an asshole and that she’d like nothing more than to shave my head and kick me in the balls for keeping it a secret.” He shudders. “Of course, Blue backed her up and the guys said they wouldn’t stop them if they came at me.” He shrugs. “Not that I’d blame them if our positions were reversed.”

Tugging on his hands gets him to look at me, I pull him to me, and he leans in and envelops me in his big arms and kisses the top of my head. Then, pulling back, he looks at me again with a question on his face. “What’s with the hair?”

Letting go of his hands, I reach for my head and grimace as my fingers tangle in the now long strands. “You don’t like it?”

He shrugs and says, “It’s pretty. It makes you look older though. You’ve had short hair now for as long as I can remember. Why the change?” He’s looking at me intently and I get the feeling this question is double-edged.

I shrug and straighten my back before answering him. “I just wanted something different. I’m an adult, Dade. I know I’m your baby sister, but I’m not a child. It’s ok for me to look like a woman, you know!”

His brow arches. “I never said you didn’t look like a woman. And I know you’re not a child. But you are my baby sister and I’m sorry, but it’s my prerogative to want to protect you.”

Sighing, I slump. He’s right. He’s protected me my whole life. He is my brother, but he’s also the closest thing to a father I’ve ever had. It’s not right that my care was thrust upon him and here I am acting like an ungrateful brat. “I’m sorry. I love you and I know you’ve had to be both brother and father to me. I love you for that. I love you for taking care of me.” I lean over and touch his face. Then I smile. “Now you get to be an uncle, too.”

He moves his hand and it hovers over my stomach as he hesitates. I smile at him and press it down. “You can’t feel anything yet. It’s too soon. I can’t even feel anything yet. But, look,” I grab the ultrasound photos from the tray table, “here are the photos of Baby Rodrigue from yesterday.” I hand them to him.

He takes them and smiles. “Baby Rodrigue. I like that.”

As my brother looks at the photos of my precious bundle, I get all choked up again and I start to sniffle.

Dade raises his head in alarm. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting? Do I need to call the nurse?”

Laughing through my sniffles, I say, “No. I’m pregnant, Dade. My hormones are insane. Everything makes me cry. I’m fine.”

He smiles at me. “Guess I’m going to have to get used to that.” Then, propping his hands on his knees and leaning forward in another stretch, he says, “You can pick a room out upstairs and we’ll start on the nursery soon.”

This makes me cry again. Standing up, he climbs into the bed with me and cradles me against his chest as I sob. He’s such an awesome big brother.

A knock at the door interrupts my cry-fest. A red head pops in and Dr. Bush says, “Good morning, Miss Rodrigue.” She looks at Dade and I see the appreciation on her face. “Hello, I’m Dr. Bush. I’ve been looking in on Miss Rodrigue during her stay with us.”

Dade smiles at the doctor as he slides out of the bed and stands up. “Hello, I’m Dade Rodrigue. I’m Clove’s brother. Thank you for taking care of her Dr. Bush.”

Dr. Bush’s brows disappear under her bangs. “Dade Rodrigue? Oh my.” Then she chuckles. “Suddenly it all makes sense. You’ve had the nurses in a stir all night, Mr. Rodrigue.”

His mouth drops open in shock.

The look on his face is epic. I can’t help it. I laugh. “Oh, Dr. Bush. That’s hilarious.”

She chuckles. “Well, I understand completely now.”

Dade sputters. “What? I’m sorry, what are you talking about?”

Dr. Bush laughs and it’s a beautiful sound. “You sir, are very attractive. All day yesterday people were finding reasons to visit this floor. I did not understand until someone in the cafeteria said that band members from Bayou Stix were up here.” She chuckles. “I don’t listen to your music, but my children do, and I know who you are. I do, however, know attractive men when I see them, and the men here yesterday were all gorgeous. You spent the night and the night shift nurses got a whole lot happier.”