Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (53 page)

Her eyes are wide in her gorgeous face. “
Whoa.
Ok, then. See, now you know. He wants you like that too. Jessie is a whore.” My face blanches, but she continues. “No, I don’t mean it like that. I like Jessie. He’s a good guy, but he’s a whore. Or he was. Before you. Now… now Jessie is
all a
bout you. He looks at you like Jude looks at Lexi. Like Micah looks at me and Erik looks at Alec.” She points right at me. “Do you hear what I’m fucking telling you, Blue? That man is in love with you. Just as in love with you as you are with him. Probably has been for a long time. Only, he’s Jessie… So, I’m sure he’s denying it or running from it, or whatever… I’m lucky. Micah loves me and tells me all the time. He’s loved me even when I put him through shit. He’s my
one
.” She smiles in thought and then points at me again. “And you and Jessie are the same way. Only you’re both stubborn as shit and he doesn’t know what to do, so I’m telling you… wear that shit, take these two days and, dammit girl, show him what he’s got!”

Two men at the next table are staring at us. Apparently our conversation was not private. One in a suit looks at me and says, “Listen to your friend. If your man has stopped messing with other women and looks at you the way she says, well, he’s yours. Just show him why he needs to keep you. A beautiful woman like you should have no problem with that.” He winks and returns to his meal.

Well, ok then. We finish the meal and chat about the wedding while I go over everything Bradi has said.

After paying the check, we grab the bags and she helps me bring them up before heading out to meet Lexi.

Sitting on the couch, I get my game plan.

Watch out Jessie… you’re what I want and I’m not going anywhere.

Jessie

W
alking in the door after my day with Jude and Alec, I spot Blue. She’s curled up on the couch asleep. I throw my keys on the table and walk over to her. I stare at her, taking in her beauty for a brief while. Smirking at myself, I lean down, kiss her mouth softly, and whisper in her ear. “Wake up, Snow White.”

She stirs and smiles at me as she opens her eyes. My breath leaves my chest. “Hi, Prince Charming. How was your day?”

Smiling back, I climb onto the couch and pull her into my side. “It was good. Are we still heading to New Orleans tomorrow?”

“Yes, unless you need to do something else.” She stretches and my mouth waters as I catch a peek of her dangly belly ring.

“Nope, but, I do have an appointment for a viewing tomorrow while we’re there. You want to tag along?” I hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

Her brow furrows. “A viewing of what?”

“A townhouse in the French Quarter. I’ve wanted one for years and Alec found one for me to look at. I figured since we’re there, we can take a look.” I don’t realize I’m squeezing her thigh.

She’s tracing the tattoos on my arms over and over. “Jessie? Don’t take this the wrong way and don’t freak out, but… why do you want me to look at a house with you?” She looks at my hand on her thigh, “And are you nervous about something?”

Sucking my lip ring into my mouth, I breathe deeply through my nose and rest my chin on top of her head. My fingers have found the smooth skin of her stomach under her top. I’m now tracing her skin, much like she’s tracing mine. I feel goose bumps break out on her side. “Because.” I sigh. “Blue, look at me.” She turns her head up to mine and I lean in to kiss her. It seems so natural to do it. Breaking the kiss after a few minutes, I breathe to calm my heart. “I want you to see it. I want to know if you like it. I want to know if you could see yourself there… with me.” The urge to run my hands through my hair is strong, but I resist and keep my hands on her waist. “That makes me
very
nervous.”

Her eyes get huge and her mouth drops open. She tries to say something and nothing comes out. Then, she tries again. “Ar– are you asking me to live with you? You want me to– to move in with… you?” She exhales loudly and her breathing catches. “I’m not sure I understand.”

I close my eyes and lay my head back and take a deep breath.

Ok, Jessie. Get your shit together. Time to take a clue from Blue and just plunge. No more wading.

Exhaling, I look deep into her eyes so she can see my sincerity. She can see into my soul if she wants to. I just jump. “Yes. I want you to move in with me. Not just stay with me. I want you to
live
here… with me. And I want to know if you like the place in NOLA too. I plan on keeping you for a while, if you’re agreeable. And if not, well, I’m keeping you anyway.”

I wait. Time stands still and all I hear is my own heartbeat in my ears. Damn, it’s loud.

Dammit… say something, Blue.

Finally after searching my face for a long time, she swallows and smiles. “Ok.” She climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Her hands lift my shirt and pull. Raising my arms over my head, I give her permission. She pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. Then, leaning down, she pulls on my nipple ring with her mouth. I moan and my cock makes its need to be handled evident. She chuckles. “Ok, I’ll live with you. And as far as keeping me, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” She winks as she slides off of my lap and trails kisses down my chest. Running her nails down my chest and stomach, she swirls her tongue around my belly button, and bites the skin at the top of my jeans. I jerk. Looking up at me with a sensual smile, she unsnaps my jeans and pulls them off as she says, “I’d already decided I was keeping you.” Her mouth captures the head of my straining cock.

An hour later, we’re both replete and laying on the floor. When did we hit the floor? My hands are running up and down her back as she’s splayed out on top of me and she’s rubbing my scalp. Rolling us, I prop my head on my arms and look at her. “You know, one day, I’d like to take my time and fuck you in a bed.”

She laughs and pulls my head down for a kiss. “Jessie, you can fuck me, whenever…” Kiss. “Wherever…” Kiss. “And however you want to.”

I growl and capture her mouth with mine. She pulls back from me with a tug on my hair. Which reminds me… “Blue?”

“Hm?”

“Would you do something for me?”

She looks at me. “Sure. What?”

I swallow and look right into her eyes. “Will you cut my hair?”

Her hands drop and her mouth falls open. I’ve shocked her. “Um, what? You want me to cut your hair? Why? No. No. No. I love your hair.”

I chuckle. “Not all of it. I just want to cut some of it off. I want a little change. Will you do it?”

“Why do you want
me
to cut it? Why can’t you go to a salon? What if I mess it up?”

Her hands are running through it and she has a pained look on her face. Yeah, not too much.

“Because I trust you and I want to make this change… with you. Does that make sense?” We’re staring into each other’s eyes.

She sighs. “I guess… Jessie, your hair is your trademark.” She’s running her hands through it and letting the strands fall out before doing it again. “People are going to flip the fuck out. Women are going to lose their minds!”

“Are you going to lose your mind?” I ask seriously.

She sticks the tip of her tongue out as she considers it. “Well, no. But I don’t want to cut it either. I love it.”

“Well I want you to cut it and you’re the only woman whose opinion I care about.” Leaning in, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Just not
too
short.”

“Who are you?” She asks in awe.

I grin wolfishly down at her, “Jessie Adams. Fucking Rock Star!” I wink. “And Blue Delany’s man.”

She gasps and I swoop in for another kiss.

Blue

Jessie wants me to cut his hair. What the fuck? I love his hair. It’s so sexy. I don’t want to cut it. What if I fuck it up? He’s so gorgeous, it could be in a bowl cut and he’d still melt panties. But the only panties he’s melting from now on are mine. Maybe I’m still sleeping and this is a dream. I officially live with him now and we’re looking at a place in New Orleans tomorrow… holy shit… when did this become my life?!

Jessie is looking into the bathroom mirror. I’ve just cut his hair and the kitchen floor is a mess, but it doesn’t look bad. I think I did pretty well actually. I cut enough that it no longer hangs to his shoulders, but still falls to his chin. He still has the sexy length and I can still wrap my hands in it.

He turns around and winks at me as I’m waiting, about to have another panic attack. “I love it. I look even sexier like this! Thanks, woman!” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. Loose hair tickles my face.

Wrinkling my nose at him, I blow to get the hair off of my nose. “You need a shower. You have hair everywhere. You like it though?”

He pulls me in front of him and looks at both of us in the mirror. My short dark pixie cut next to his chin length blond waves… We’re striking.

“I do like it. It’s different, but not too drastic. You did great, woman.” He spins me around and pins me to the counter, kissing me. He grabs my hips and nuzzles my neck. “Now, how about you help me wash my back before we pack up for the trip?”

Laughing I step back and pull off my shirt. His gaze takes everything in. Calling over my shoulder as my pants and panties hit the floor, “You just going to drool or are you actually getting in?”

I’ve never seen a man strip so fast.

The next morning we’re leaving Baton Rouge and heading towards New Orleans by about eleven. We spent the majority of the morning lying in bed talking and fooling around. Jessie refused to head to Java and Sweeties to get me a coffee, because it was in the opposite direction, and we were late, so I made him swing through the drive through at CC’s Coffee to get me a Pumpkin Pie Latte. Moaning I take a sip. “Mmmm, heaven!”

“Hey now! Don’t make those noises over a coffee. I like those noises saved just for
me
!” He reaches over and rubs the top of my hand.

This new more affectionate Jessie is strange, but I like it very much. Turning my hand, I thread our fingers. He tenses for a second before relaxing and squeezing my hand. “Oh, I’ve made noises with you that have never been heard before.” I laugh.

He grins wolfishly at me. “I know. I love the noises you make.”

Blushing furiously, I sputter out, “God, shut up.”

He laughs heartily and pulls our hands up. He sucks my finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it thoroughly, and then kisses the top of my hand. My heart races and my stomach starts jumping. Lord, he affects me.

We chat about the wedding, the townhouse, and what we’re doing tonight on the way down to New Orleans. We have to stop for gas once and Jessie is surrounded by grinning teenage girls at the pump. He’s so great with them. He smiles and smirks and takes iPhone photos with them before signing a napkin they find in the glove box. The door is open, so I hear the conversation. At one point, one of the girls looks into the car. I wave and smile. She asks him, “Is that your girlfriend?”

He looks over at me and smiles before turning back to her. “Yes, it is.”

She sighs and says, “She’s beautiful. You look amazing together.” She blushes and says, “And I really like your hair like that. I mean I liked it before, but I like it shorter. It’s very sexy!”