Boudreaux 01 Easy Love (25 page)

“Her name is Mary Katherine O’Shaughnessy,” Lila says. “Do you want her social security number?”

“How do you know my social security number?”

“I’m your person. If something happens to you, I have to know all your shit. Just like you know mine.”

“Oh, right. She’s my person,” I inform Eli, before I remember that I’m mad at him.

Even though being mad at him is stupid.

“Kate tells me that you and she had a thing going in college,” Asher says with a wink to me.

“We totally did,” Lila agrees. “You know how crazy college kids are.”

“The threesome only happened one time,” I add, and the
look
passes between Lila and me. You know, the one that BFF’s understand that says,
play along.

“And we decided that we much preferred lesbian sex when it didn’t involve a man,” Lila says.

“Makes sense,” Asher says thoughtfully, and I hear a noise beside me. It’s Eli.

Laughing his ass off.

“Do you find threesomes funny?” I ask him.

“They can be,” he says, and wipes his eyes. “But I’m still laughing at your name. Mary Katherine? Really?”

“What’s wrong with my name?”

“It is kind of funny,” Lila says.

“Is that why Dec calls you Superstar?” Eli asks. “Because of Mary Katherine Gallagher on SNL?”

“Yes.” He’s totally killing my buzz.

“Fuck, that’s funny,” Eli says.
 

“That part is super funny,” Lila agrees.

“Okay, it’s kind of funny,” I say. My buzz is dying, it’s getting late, and now all I can think about is going to bed. “Will you please take me home?”

“Of course,
cher
.” Eli kisses my cheek and stands.

“Coming?” I ask Lila, who laughs at something Asher said that I couldn’t hear.
 

“I’m gonna have Asher take me home,” she says and smiles.
 

“Atta girl,” I say and high five her. I fish the key to my loft out of my small purse and hand it to her. “I brought the extra key for you. See you tomorrow.”

Then I point at Asher and make my serious face. “And, listen up, buddy. If you hurt her, I don’t care if you really are a cop, I’ll make your life hell. Okay?”

“Okay.” He nods sincerely, and I back away.

“Okay then.”
 

Eli leads me outside into the fresh, not-so-fresh, Bourbon Street air.

“Did you bring your car?” I ask. “’Cause it’s not far. We can walk.”

“We will drive,
cher.
”

He leads me to the car, gets me settled the way he always does, which always makes me feel special, then climbs in the other side.

“I’m not special,” I sigh, surprised when the words actually come out instead of stay in my head where they belong.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head, sober enough to know that I do
not
want to repeat that. “Are you really not interested in the threesome story?”

“Oh, I’m interested. I’m a man, Kate.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“It was fun,” I begin and smile at him. How long should I let this story go? “I mean, it’s hard to say no to any of you Boudreaux brothers, and in college, Declan was
hot.
Look at him now, he’s still hot, but back then, holy crap.”

“Stop.” He brakes in front of our building and turns to face me in the seat. “Are you telling me that you and Lila fucked my brother?”

“Well—”

“Because, if you are, you’re also telling me that you lied to me when you told me that you’d never been with Declan.”

I frown. “Eli, it was a joke. We never did a threesome. We never even had lesbian sex. We kissed once, when we were drunk. I think Declan saw that, I’m not sure.”

He shakes his head and pushes out of the car, and I follow.
 

“Seriously, Eli. I won’t curse because of the Catholic guilt. Do you honestly think I’d have a
threesome
?”

He laughs and meets me on the sidewalk.

“That’s not the part that made you mad,” I realize. “It was the
who.
”

He shrugs.
 

“Why does the thought of me being intimate with Declan make you so mad?” I ask softly and cup his face.

“It’s not rational,” he says and kisses my forehead. “But it’s probably because he’s my brother, and I’ve laid a claim on you, and the thought of him seeing your body, being inside you, loving you, is completely out of the question.”

“Well, it was a joke.”

He takes my hand and leads me inside. I’m still a bit wobbly on my feet, so he wraps his arm around my waist.

“Now.” He helps me out of my shoes. “Let’s talk about Cindy.”

“Oh.” I make the
I just ate something disgusting
face and sag my shoulders. “I don’t want to.”

“I do.”

“Can’t we just have sex?” I ask and tug his white T-shirt out of his jeans, then glide my hands over his hard abdomen. “I love your stomach.”

“It was one night, Kate.”

“I don’t care.”

“It was a mistake. She’s much younger than me, and Gabby’s friend, but we were drunk, and it just happened.”

“I don’t care, Eli.” But I do. I so do. I walk away from him and take a deep breath. “Okay, I don’t lie. Yes, I care. I
hate
it.”

I turn back to him, and he’s standing there, his hands in his pockets, watching me.
 

“Why?” he asks.
 

“I don’t know. We’ve both been with other people, and we’ll be with others again when this is done.” His jaw ticks at that. “It’s not rational to hate it, but I do. I don’t want to think about you touching her, or anyone else. I don’t want to think about some other bimbo seeing you naked, or touching you, or being intimate with you. Does that make me a crazy jealous fuck buddy? Probably. But that’s the way it is.”

“One,” he says in a low voice as he advances toward me. “You are not now, nor have you ever been, my
fuck buddy.
That’s disrespectful to both of us, and I won’t have that.”

I frown, but he holds his hand up, stopping any words that might have come out.
 

“Two, I agree. I know you were no virgin when I met you, but I don’t want to think about your partners. Nor do I want to think about you with anyone after me. Because this is just between you and me, Kate.

“And three,” he whispers as he stops just inches in front of me. I can feel the heat from his body; I can smell his shampoo.

I want him to touch me.

“Three, all I can see, all I can think about, is
you
. I want you. You don’t just cross my mind once in a while, you live in it.”

My eyes widen as I watch him carefully, completely sober now. He’s still not touching me.

“We said this would only last for as long as you’re here. Only us. No one else, and damn it, Kate, that hasn’t changed for me.”

“Me too,” I whisper. “Eli?”

“Yes.”

“I really need you to touch me now.”

He takes a deep breath, his hands flexing in and out of fists at his sides, his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips and back again.

“I want you,” I whisper.

He backs me up to the wall, and finally presses his body to mine, takes my face in his hands, and plants his lips on mine, kissing, nibbling, devouring me in the most delicious way. This man can kiss like no one I’ve ever met.

He kisses like it’s his damn
job.

His hands skim down my sides as he slides my dress down until it’s magically pooled at my feet, and I’m standing before him in a black strapless bra and black thong.

“Fuck, Kate.”

“Yes, fuck Kate,” I agree with a grin, but when his eyes find mine, they aren’t laughing. “What is it?”

He shakes his head and kisses me again, and his hand dives under the scrap of lace to cup my pussy in his hand.

“This?” He pushes two fingers inside me, and I’m so wet they glide in effortlessly. “This is mine, Kate. Do you understand?”

I nod and bite his lip, and cry out when he presses the flat of his palm against my clit and makes me come, right here, this fast, against the wall. His whiskey eyes are watching as I cry out.
 

“That’s right,
cher
. Mine.” He pulls his hand out, lifts me, and carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. Before I know what’s happening, he’s discarded my underwear, stripped out of his own clothes, and joins me on the bed.
 

Just when I think he’s going to spread my legs and slide inside, he flips me over, presses my legs together, straddles them and slides his cock inside me, with my thighs pressed together and my ass just barely in the air.

And, holy hell if it’s not the best thing
ever.

Like,
ever.

“Oh, my God,” I groan. I can’t move much with him pressing me into the mattress, holding me down with his body, and in this position, his cock feels even bigger, and hits that amazing spot every single damn time he pushes inside me.

“What are you feeling?” he asks, out of breath.

“You,” I reply.

“More.”

“I can feel the head of your cock pushing on my spot. I can feel your hands on my hips, holding me down. Your legs on my thighs. Oh, yeah, right there.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and slides his hand up my spine and into my hair, then grips my hair at the scalp, so there’s no slack, and pulls.

Hard.

“Shit, yes,” I moan.
 

“You like to have your hair pulled, Kate?”

“I guess so.”

“You guess?”

“This is new.”

“No one’s ever pulled your hair?”

“Not like this.”

He chuckles and pulls just a touch harder and begins to seriously fuck me. Hard. His hips slap against my ass, and I feel the most amazing orgasm working its way through me.

“Eli!”

“Say it again.”

“Eli. I’m gonna come.”

“Come, baby.” He releases my hair, leans over and bites my neck, near my shoulder, and that’s it. It’s over. I come hard and long, clenching him tightly and crying out.

“Fuck,” he growls and follows me, grinding into me as he comes, then collapses next to me. “Mine.”

Chapter Seventeen

“Good morning,” he whispers in my ear. I’m on my stomach, my arms under my pillow. I can feel him against my side, rubbing my bare back with the flat of his hand, kissing my cheek, and I want to just stay, right here, forever.

“Mm,” I reply.

“Open your eyes,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Mm mm,” I reply and frown, making him chuckle.

“For me?” He kisses my cheek again and cups my ass in his hand, then drags that amazing hand back up my spine and brushes my hair off my back, so he can kiss my neck and shoulder.

I’m awake.
 

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my shoulder. “I love your freckles.”

“My mother calls them angel kisses. Every time an angel kissed me in heaven before I came to her, I got a freckle.” I smile and suddenly miss my ma. I manage to get one eye open and smile at a rumpled Eli lying next to me, his head braced in his hand as his fingers travel over my skin. He’s smiling softly at me.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Good morning,” I reply. “What time is it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kisses my cheek again, and I close my eye. I feel him move around, and then hear the shutter on his phone.

“Did you seriously just take a picture of me?” I ask, and open my eye again to glare at him.

“I did,” he replies. “You look beautiful in the morning.”

He’s such a damn charmer.

I quickly pull his phone from his fingers and turn over, scoot up against him, and hold the phone out to take a selfie of the two of us.

“Morning selfie,” I announce, and we both smile at the phone. I snap the picture, but before I lower it, he kisses my cheek, so I snap that too.

“Keep the phone up,” he whispers, and turns my face to his, kissing my lips.
 

I snap that one as well.

“Kissing selfies,” I whisper and he kisses my nose. “You’re sweet in the morning.” I set his phone aside and turn to snuggle in his arms, press my face against his solid, muscular chest, and take a long, deep breath when he closes his arms around me and holds me close.

“I’m not sweet,
cher.
”

“Mmm hmm,” I reply and rub my nose against him. “Sure you’re not. You smell good.”

He chuckles and kisses my head.
 

“Your hair smells good.”

“It’s the new shampoo I bought downstairs,” I reply.