Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (44 page)

I smirk as I rub it into my thighs. He groans and sits up. I wink. “I’m going shower, caveman. Then it’s Vampire Diaries and food. You coming?”

He smiles and says, “Yeah.”

We both walk naked to the bathroom.

Jessie

B
lue and I showered and talked. Once we were dry, and in comfy clothes, we headed to the kitchen and she grabbed a bunch of take-out menus, handing them to me. “What are you hungry for?”

“Doesn’t matter to me. I eat almost anything, though I could really go for some home-style Louisiana food.” I shrug and smile. “You pick.”

“There’s a great sushi place around the corner and they’re fast too.”

She sees the look on my face and laughs. “Do you not eat sushi, Jessie?”

I gag. “Hell no! That is a cardinal sin to eat fish raw. I like my fish fried or blackened. No self-respecting Louisiana man is going to eat girlie man raw fish. Fry that shit in some cornmeal and top it with some crawfish etouffee… now that’s good stuff!”

“Ok then, no sushi. Sorry, we don’t have Louisiana soul food here. But we have sushi, Chinese, tofu, and bean sprouts.” She’s smirking away.

“Chinese is good. I don’t do rabbit food either. I need food to maintain this physique.” I flex and pose. I have no idea why I’m acting like this, other than its fun cutting up with her. I lift my shirt to show her my ripped abs and “V”. She swallows. I think she likes it! I wink.

Shaking her head at me, she tries to hide her pink cheeks. “Ok, what do you want?”

“Blue… look at me. Why are you embarrassed? After all the things we’ve done to each other, why do you still get flustered?” I’m really perplexed at her behavior. She’s so sexy, but I would swear she wasn’t aware of her own appeal. She could have any man with a smile and a crook of her finger… not to mention that body…
Dammit, Jessie. Focus, man!

“I don’t know. Just because. You’re so
male
. You just… affect me.” Shrugging, she tucks her hair behind her ears. “What do you want to eat? I’m hungry and it takes about forty-five minutes to get here.”

Grinning at her, I pull her into my chest. “Well, I am definitely a male. In fact, you’re waking up the
male
part of me right now with those words.” I kiss her on the mouth. “I’ll have mandarin chicken with fried rice and two shrimp egg rolls.” Putting her away from me, I take her hand and run it across my groin, before lacing our fingers. “And you affect me too. More than just right here.”

She just stands there with her mouth open, blinking at me. “Give me the phone. What do you want to eat?” She doesn’t move, so I take the phone and the menu and tweak her nose. “Woman! What do you want to eat?”

Snapping out of it, she says, “Ugh… stop making me look like an idiot. Lemon chicken, steamed rice, a spring roll, and a cup of egg drop soup.”

“I didn’t make you look like an idiot. You did when you were standing there drooling over me. Though, I just say you have good taste.” Winking and leaving her sputtering in the kitchen, I walk into the living room to place our order.

After placing the food order, I turn around. Blue is standing in the doorway in 49ers lounge pants and a red tank top. She has no makeup on and her hair is all over the place. Her jade toenails peep at me from the hem of the pants. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I get a tingle in my chest and catch my breath. I am in fucking trouble with this woman.

Blue

Jessie is looking at me like he’s never seen me before. Instinctively, I run my hands over my hair and try to smooth it, and then pull the hem of my shirt down, from where it naturally stops about an inch above the waist of my pants.

Thankfully, my cell rings and breaks the awkward trance we seem to be under. I run across the room and scoop it up, without checking the Caller ID.

“Hello.” I sound breathless. I try again. “Hello, Blue Delaney.”

“Well, duh. Who else would answer your freaking phone when I call it?”

I chuckle. “Hey Bradi. What’s up?”

“You tell me! I hear that a certain bad boy rocker went after you and is still there. Did you two make up?”

“He did and we did, yes. What are you up to?”

“I’m glad. He was moping around like a puppy and did you know he and Liam beat the shit out of each other. Holy hell, wish I could have seen that!”

“I saw. How is Liam?”

Jessie’s head whips around and he clenches his jaw at that. What the hell? I shoot him an irate look and stick my tongue out at him. He stalks to the couch and throws himself on it.

“He’s good. Milking it. He has a black eye and his lip was split, but the women are fawning all over him. But anyways… Bachelor/Bachelorette party. Co-ed like I thought. New Orleans it is and I’m thinking we need to make it a four day extravaganza! We can do our thing and let the boys do their thing and do shit together too. What do you think?”

“New Orleans sounds great. When is this shindig supposed to happen?”

“
Two weeks. Alec was able to get us a townhouse so we can all stay together. It’s got like six bedrooms and a separate guest house. Figure Jude and Lexi can take that. Oh, when are you getting your dress?”

Jessie is still frowning and has his teeth clenched with his head laid back. “I haven’t thought about it, but I can go look tomorrow, I guess. Hey, let me call you back. Food is at the door. Later, girl.”

“Ok. Later, chick.”

Disconnecting the call, I walk over to Jessie and just stand over him. “What’s wrong with you?”

He opens his eyes and I’m taken aback by the expression in them. He looks…
hurt
. “Why are you asking about Liam?”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What? Liam? We’re friends. Bradi said you messed his face up.”

He points at his own face. “I did, but he did
this to
my face too. Why are you concerned about his face, Blue?”

Realization comes over me and I smirk, straddling him on the couch. As I settle on his lap, I lean in to kiss him. “You. Are. Jealous.” I stop after each word to kiss him.

He frowns and pulls away. “I’m
not
jealous… of
Pretty Boy
. I’m so sure.”

“Yes, you are.” I run my hands over his chest and tangle my hands in his hair. “And it’s hot.”

“No.” He’s shaking his head in denial. “I am not.”

“Uh huh. True, Liam is probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen…”

“The fuck?” He’s trying to move me and stand up, but I cut him off and squeeze his hips with my thighs. Still smirking and feeling like a million bucks, I continue to run my hands through his hair.

“But… he’s too perfect for me. I like tattoos… and piercings… and lip rings…” I lick his lips. “But I think the fact that you’re jealous is so very,
very
hot, Jessie Adams.”

“He’s perfect? Perfect is boring. For the record, I’m not jealous.” He’s now massaging my ass.

“Sure you’re not.” Leaning in to whisper in his ear, I lick the seam and blow, before biting the lobe and pulling on his piercings. “
You’re the only man in the band I want to jump on, Jessie.”

He flips our positions and before I know it, I’m on my back underneath him. His legs are on both sides of my hips and my shirt has risen up a bit. His hands cup my breasts through the fabric of my top. He tweaks my nipples and growls. “I’m the only man who touches you, Blue.”

I groan as I thrust myself into his hands and rub his erection through the fabric of his grey lounge pants. He leans in and kisses me. His tongue sweeps along my lips, seeking an entry. He pinches my nipple and I gasp. He swoops inside and we make out like teenagers.

Somehow, he’s now lying with me on the couch. We’re both sideways and our legs and arms are tangled as our mouths glide together and our tongues collide.

The doorbell breaks into our make-out session. We break apart and take each other in. Our eyes are glazed and our breathing is ragged, and even though all we did was kiss and pet, I feel like something significant just happened.

He scoots to the edge of the couch and says to grab some wine while he gets the food. And he presses another kiss to my head before whistling on his way to the door.

In minutes he’s back and we dig in as I start The Vampire Diaries. We get through the first episode without him making too many rude comments and only snickering a few times. I go to start the second one and he takes all of the food in the kitchen and brings more wine. We settle into the couch and he pulls me tight against him before I start the show.

Halfway through, he says, “Wait a minute. So this dude is a vampire? A really old vampire and he’s in love with that hot blonde vampire, but she’s in love with that werewolf? And why does that other guy always smirk like that? He’s so sarcastic.”

I pause it and reply, “Yes, he’s in love with her, and she is in love with the other guy, but she has feelings for him too, and they will end up together.” Then cutting him a look and scooting away from him so I can poke him in the chest, I say, “And I know you are not making fun of Ian Somerhalder?! That man is gorgeous and smoldering and makes women’s panties wet all over the world.” That gets an eyebrow raise.

“He makes your panties wet? I think I should investigate. He seems like an ass.” He reaches for me, but laughing I evade him.

“Apparently I have a thing for asses. He very much reminds me of someone else I know who smirks and is a total smartass. And who also makes my panties
very
wet.” His breathing is a little erratic and my own is right along there with him.

“I think someone was supposed to model some panties for me. Stand up.”

“Huh? You want me to stand up? Right now?” He nods yes and points to the floor.

“Stand up, Blue.” I do. “Back up a little… now, push your pants slowly off of your hips.”

I feel the moisture flood my core at his words. Who knew being bossed around was so arousing. Once my waistband reaches my hips, I pause and wait for his instructions.

“Push them down and let them pool at your feet.” I do. He gasps as his gaze rakes my body, stopping at my jade lace hip huggers. “Step out of them… now, turn around.”

Turning around, I present him with my backside. He reaches out and cups my cheeks, pushing them together and pulling them apart. Pulling me backwards, he stops me when I’m between his legs, with the back of my knees pressed against the couch. My breathing is so erratic. I feel his breath through the lace near my hips. The bottoms of my cheeks hang out of the panties. He traces the area with his fingers. Feather light. Then, he kisses both cheeks.

I look at him over my shoulder and he’s memorizing my curves.

He looks up and sees me watching him and groans. Turning me around, he pulls me onto the couch and lays me back with my back propped against the arm. Scooting all the way down, he pushes my legs open and gazes at the wet spot on the jade lace. He reaches out and rubs it, coating his fingers. I moan at the contact. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.” I comply. He pulls the wet lace to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to the air and his gaze. He leans in and runs his finger through the slick folds while holding the fabric to the side with the other hand. Back and forth. From my anus to my nub, he rubs, spreading moisture, but never touching where I need him to.

“Ugh… Jessie, you’re torturing me.” I moan through tight lips.

“What do you want me to do to you, Blue?” still slowly sliding his finger close to where I need it, but never close enough.

“Touch me. Touch my clit. Put your fingers inside of me. God, I don’t care, but please stop teasing me.” My hips are rising of their own accord trying to move his hand to where I want it.

“Put my fingers where?” He touches my slick channel, barely dipping in. I moan and try to make him go deeper by moving my hips. Then he pulls out completely and rubs the rim of my asshole, spreading my moisture around. Biting my lip, I push back against his hand. “Do you like anal play, Blue?” He gently pushes the tip in. I moan and press against him. He groans. “Good God, you do. Thank you to whoever decided to make me wake up.”

I moan out, “Yes, I like it, now less talking, more fucking. Put your fingers inside of me.
Now!
I can’t take it, Jessie.”