Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (71 page)

Chuckling, I roll my eyes. “Man, she’s not a kid. She can look after herself. But I’ll make sure the boogeyman stays away until you get back. I can’t promise she won’t stab me in my sleep though. If she does that, I’m going to fuck you up! She really seems to dislike me… though damned if I know why.”

Dade guffaws through the phone and I hear a whispered female voice and then a throaty chuckle.

“Dude, are you seriously with a chick right now and on the phone with me?! What is wrong with you? Go enjoy your vacation. Everything on the home front is fine. The house is still standing; Clove is still here; and, we’re both still alive. The princess is fine. We’ll see you when you get back. Now, I have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do since you woke me up with the goddamn chickens.”

“Don’t call her ‘princess,’ she hates that.” He laughs and moans. “Yeah, I’m getting off of here. Do something productive. Change the world…” Another moan. “Later.” The phone cuts off with a longer moan.

I mutter out loud as I stare at the silent phone, “Seriously?! Fucker!”

Great, I’m wide the hell awake, so now what? And I know Clove hates being called “princess.” Why the hell does he think I do it? If she’s going to hate me, I can at least give her a reason.

But seriously, why DOES she hate me?! Five years ago, she talked to me. She kind of followed me around, and yeah, I noticed her. She’s attractive enough, but she was eighteen, and Dade’s baby sister. No way in hell. I like my face.

Oh well, that chick has issues. Besides, Jessie already fucked up my mug once. No thank you to a repeat!

After a quick shower to wash away the last of the cobwebs, I decide to head out for a run. The sun is out, and it’s a nice day, if the light filtering through my blinds is any indication.

The weather has been insane lately and it’s been ridiculously cold. I mean shit, this is Louisiana. We’ve even had some snow days; though we didn’t get snow. We got ice. Lots and lots of ice. What the fuck is up with that!? Maybe Mother Nature and Clove are both having woman issues. Fucking PMS.

I chuckle at my own joke as I grab my iPod and the Ragin Cajuns sweatshirt Paw gave me for Christmas to throw on over my tank and track pants. Peeking out the door, I don’t hear anything in the kitchen so, I assume Clove is still asleep.

Damn shame I have to creep around the house I live in to avoid the crazy female. Shutting the door, I insert my ear buds, grab a baseball cap from the coat rack, my shades from the foyer table, and let myself out of the front door.

Before long, I’m running at a good pace around the LSU Lakes. It’s still really early, so there’s no one else out yet.

I’m jamming out to the new Devil’s Lair album. I downloaded it after we caught them at the House of Blues in New Orleans last week. I have to give Bradi credit, she knows her music. I like them. They’re going places and I think we’ve decided to have them join our upcoming tour.

I’m in the zone, just running, and trying to avoid going home for as long as possible when I catch a glimpse of a pink jacket next to me out of the corner of my eyes. Turning my head, I see a pretty blonde. She smiles at me and I smile back.

Hell, why not?! She’s obviously interested and it’s not like I have anything waiting at home. Work your magic, Pretty Boy. Clove is going to be pissed if I bring this chick home with me. Damn nag. Oh well, more reason to do it.

We make another lap and then she slows down, I slow down with her. I don’t realize I’ve started running harder the last lap. Damn Clove for getting into my head. Looking over I smile at the blonde as she leans over with her hands on her knees and tries to catch her breath.

As she does, I take her in. She’s about average height with well-shaped legs and hips and a pretty face. Her hair is tightly pulled back in a long ponytail. From what I can see under the fitted jacket, she seems to have nice breasts.

She catches me looking and smiles wider. Then, she stands up and props her hands on her hips in an obviously well-practiced move. “So, handsome. What’s your name?”

What’s my name? Is she serious? Did she not recognize me with my hat and shades on?

Well, I’ll be damned. I do not want a clingy female. Hell no! Guess I’m taking the shades off.

I whip my shades off and remove my hat. As I do, my shirt rides up and I see her eyes glide down to my rippled stomach. I hear her inhale. As she’s looking down, I spread my legs and cross my arms and set my trademark smirk in place. Her eyes slowly travel back up and I can tell the moment she recognizes me. Her jaw goes slack. I chuckle and lift a brow.

She swallows and squeaks out, “
Liam Christianson?
Oh my God… are you Liam Christianson?!”

Shrugging and smiling so I show teeth, I reply, “The one and only. And you are?”

She stares at me for a minute and then gives me a sexy smile.

Crisis averted. This I can deal with. It’s playtime.

Crossing her arms to push her breasts together and up, she licks her lips. They glisten in the early morning sun. “I’m Celia. So Liam, what brings you out this early? Woman problems?”

I catch the interest in her eyes and chuckle. “Absolutely not. I don’t have one woman, therefore, I have no woman problems. A friend called at the ass crack of dawn and woke me and I like to take care of my body.” I stretch again and watch her gaze once again zero-in on my abs. Chicks are so predictable.

She smiles brighter and steps closer. “Well, I’m free the rest of the morning, Liam. In case you wanted to… hang out or something.” Her breasts are now against my chest.

Yes, they are nice or she has a really padded bra on.

Looking down at her, I smile. Leaning in, I breathe into her ear and say, “I’d love to
‘hang out.’
My place or yours?” I feel her shiver.

Her eyes are lit up with desire as she gazes at me. “Yours is fine. My roommate is still sleeping. Lead the way, gorgeous.”

Shaking my head at how easy this is, I gesture towards the houses off the lakes and take off at a slight jog. She follows and I can feel her gaze raking over me. Within ten minutes, we’re back at Dade’s.

She follows me to the door and before I open it, I turn around and box her in. Leaning down so my mouth hovers above hers, I try to remember her name. Ah, got it. “Celia.” She has her eyes closed like she’s waiting for me to kiss her, so I try again a little sharper. “Celia!”

Her eyes open and take me in. I smirk and say, “Just so we’re clear… you can come in. We can hang out. I don’t do relationships. This is not the start of anything. It is what it is and this is all that it will be. I’ll take you home later, but I’m not looking for anything exclusive with anyone.” Her eyes widen. “If you want me to take you home now, just let me know.”

She smiles at me and it’s almost calculating before she whispers. “I don’t want a relationship with you, Liam. But, I do want you to take me inside now.”

My brow raises and I reach behind me to turn the knob. The door opens and I gesture for her to proceed me into the house.

Following her in, I close the door. The house is still quiet. That means Clove is still asleep. Thank God. I do not want to deal with that crazy female right now. Celia follows me in and looks around. I gesture to the hallway and we head to my room. She’s still looking around as we walk. “Nice house. Yours?”

Laughing I reply, “No. It’s Dade’s. I’m looking for my own place, this house is suddenly very crowded.”

“Dade.” It rolls off of her tongue. “He has nice taste.”

We reach my room. I open the door and she follows me inside. As the door closes behind her, I turn to lock it, only she jumps on me and I have to grab her hips to keep us both from falling. She wraps her toned legs around my waist as her arms go around my neck and crashes her mouth to mine. Damn, this chick is aggressive.

Still kissing so hard, her teeth scrape mine, she grabs my shirt and starts working it up my stomach. I walk backwards with her towards the wall and slam her into it. It causes a racket and a frame falls to the floor. Holding her against the wall with my hips and supporting her weight, I help her remove my shirt and pull off her pink jacket. She wrenches it over her head and all she has on is a black sports bra and her tight compression pants. Before I can fully see everything, she’s attacking my mouth again and her tongue is warring with mine. Damn, she’s so forceful. Her hands are holding my head in place and her tongue is exploring every hidden crevice of my mouth while our teeth continue to clash together.

She’s woken up my dick for damn sure. Trailing my hands quickly up her arms, I reach her breasts and squeeze them, not gently. She moans into my mouth and pushes against my hands.
Shit, does she want it rough?!
Somehow I get my large hands under the band of the sports bra and yank. It’s stuck. She breaks her mouth free with a bite to my bottom lip and pulls the bra off. Her large, if that scar is what I think it is, fake D’s are in my hands and I’m pinching the nipples. Her head goes back as she grabs my head and pulls it down to her tits. “Suck and bite me. Hard!”

Fucking A. This chick is wild. It’s like 9AM and she’s a hellcat. I have to give the girl what she wants.

I bite one nipple and suck it into my mouth as I pinch and pull with my fingers. She has large nipples and they are rock hard. She moans loudly and holds my head captive as I roughly bite and roll her nipples. All the while, she’s humping my thigh. I can feel her moisture through my track pants. It’s making the silky fabric slick. Her hand reaches between us and roughly grabs my crotch. I gasp, “Easy there, wildcat. You break that and it won’t help either one of us.”

She chuckles throatily and wriggles her hand inside my pants. Her hand encloses my sheath and she pulls my head off of her tits to kiss me again. Her tongue mimics her hand as she strokes me. Pulling back, she unhooks her legs and slides down the wall a bit as her feet find the floor. On her knees in front of me, she pulls my pants down in the front. My dick springs free and slaps her in the face. Turning her head, she takes me deep in one move. Her hands are grabbing my ass as she works my shaft with her mouth and the cool air is hitting the tops of my cheeks. Celia means business.

I’m moaning and hitting the wall with my palms as she’s on her knees with her back to the wall in front of me working me over with her expert mouth. I’m about to blow.

Suddenly, air rushes across my exposed ass since my pants are around my thighs, and I hear a loud gasp.
This is not happening. This is fucking not happening again.

Turning my head, I see dark brown eyes staring at me. Clove is in my open door in her short, silky nightgown and she’s looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. When she realizes I’m looking, she looks down at Celia. Finally, Celia feels the tension in my body and stops her ministrations. A loud popping sound is heard throughout the room as she releases the suction on my dick. She looks around my hips and sees Clove.

I grit out, “Clove. Do you know how to fucking knock?!”

Her head snaps back to mine as she looks away from Celia, who is standing up quickly, wiping her mouth, and crossing her arm over her exposed chest.

“Are- are you serious, Liam? I heard a crash and moaning. I thought something had happened.” She’s turning beet red and starting to shake. I sense a screaming match brewing. Tucking my dick into my pants and pulling them up, I see her gaze drop down.
Is she trying to catch a peek!?

“This is my room. This is my guest. Get out, Clove.” I mutter as I try desperately to avoid what I fear is about to go down.
Seriously, she’s walked in on me and women twice now. Does she have fucking radar?

Celia has scrambled away and is quickly pulling on her jacket. She looks from Clove to me with accusation in her eyes. As she looks back at Clove, she stutters, “I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. He said he didn’t have a girlfriend.” She’s inching along the wall towards the door that Clove is blocking by standing there.

I grit out. “I
don’t
have a girlfriend. She is
not
my girlfriend. She lives here. I live here. That’s it.”

I see Clove flinch.
What the hell?!

Clove looks at Celia and insults her with a withering look. She speaks to me while looking directly at the woman trying desperately to vacate my room. “My apologies. I thought I was being kind. I should know better than that with you, Liam. You went to bed alone, so I assumed at 9AM you would be alone, and when I heard the crash and the moan I thought you were hurt.” She laughs harshly, then continues, “By all means, screw the entire city. What do I care? And no worries, you’re free to carry on. If
this one
leaves, you can have another here in under ten minutes. I’m taking Dade’s car and leaving for the day. The house is all yours,
Liam
!”

I stand there and stare at the door that she leaves wide open as she turns on her heel and walks out with that incredibly short night gown flapping behind her. Celia is creeping out of it too. “Wait. You’re leaving?”

She won’t even look at me. “Yeah, um, I am. Nice to meet you. I have an appointment, I um, I forgot about. Uh, yeah, an appointment… Bye.” She races down the hall and I hear the front door slam.

I run my hands over my face and pinch myself to see if that really just happened.

Yup, still need to shave. Still have a wet dick from Celia’s mouth. And now a goddammed headache is brewing to boot. Nice, Liam. How did this happen? Damn you Dade for waking my ass up and sending me to Hell! Also known as your house with your sister!

I decide to shower again and head out for the day. I can’t stand to be here lately.

Clove