Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix) (12 page)

“No, don’t. He’s not worth it.” She whispers.

“Blue, he just threatened your job!, You’re the best damn music reporter in the business. He can’t do that. Not because he’s a dick and you stood up for yourself!” I’m shaking with my rage.

“Yes he can. It’s his daddy’s magazine and he’s next in line. He can do whatever he wants.” She grimaces. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter, Jessie. I was thinking of leaving anyway.”

“What? Why? Why would you do that? Were you really engaged to that dude, Blue?” I ask, exasperated.

“Because he’s just like his father and his father is a dick. There are other jobs.” She shakes her head and smiles at me. “Are we going eat? I’m hungry.”

Is she faking? She can’t be ok? And that guy thought she was a fish in bed?! Ha! She’s the best sex I’ve ever had, so what the fuck is he smoking?!

I said I was taking her out and I want to take her out. “Yeah, let’s go eat. Where do you want to go?” I put my arm around her and pull her close as she grabs her purse and shuts the door.

We end up at a tiny little café. They seem to know Blue here. She orders a turkey club with bacon, avocado, and bean sprouts on rye and I get a cheese steak sandwich. She also gets an extra-large coffee. I stick with water. I look at her with my chin on my palm as we wait for our food. She’s so striking. She’s wearing almost no makeup and looks gorgeous. She’s not what I’m used to. I’m out of my element and I have no idea what the next step is.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Jessie?” She asks as she picks up her coffee.

“You’re gorgeous.” I wink. She rolls her eyes.

“Why are you being all sweet?” She’s running her finger around the lip of the cup. Her nails are a deep jade green today. I imagine what they would look like on my cock. Wait… she asked me something…

I clear my throat and try to get the image of her hand on my junk out of my head. “I can be sweet. But you are gorgeous and you surprise me. This is so not what I’m used to. I don’t have lunch with women after I screw them, Blue.”

“I’m aware.” She smirks. “So, why are you having lunch with me? And why did you follow me to L.A.?”

How do I answer this? What do I say here? “You seem to be pretty aware of me altogether.”

She rolls her eyes. “And there he is…”

“I’m teasing, Blue.” I reach for her hand and she freezes as I cover it with mine. “You left. I was a dick, so you had every right to, but you left. It bothered me.” She raises her eyes from our hands and looks at me. She swallows. I push forward. “I don’t
care
. I mean I haven’t cared, before now. But, you… leaving… I thought… I mean, I didn’t like it.”

“You
were
a dick. But I ran. I couldn’t face you. Or the guys. Or Lexi and Bradi.” She swallows and moves her hand under mine, as if to pull it away. I pull it back and flip it over, before meshing our fingers. Her eyes go huge in her face. “I’m not a whore, Jessie. I don’t
do that
. You haven’t cared, ‘before now’? What does that mean?”

We’re staring into each other’s eyes, I see our food coming over, and then I see a camera bulb go off. And then a few more. “Shit!”

She sees them too and pulls her hand away. “I’m sorry. Those are paparazzi. They must have recognized you. They’ll be everywhere by tomorrow.”

Stopping her retreat, I pull her hand back and say, “Well since we’re news anyway, screw it, let’s give them something good.” Then I lean over the table and kiss her. She gasps and I use the moment to slide my tongue into her mouth. Moaning, she reaches up and leans into me, running her fingers into my hair and holding my head steady. We forget the cameras. We forget everything… until an embarrassed laugh breaks through the haze and we break apart to see a young, red faced waiter there with our food.

Blue’s eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed. We’re both breathing hard. I smile at her and wink at the waiter, slipping a twenty into his hand. “Thank you.”

She smiles back and looks over her shoulder, where a lot of paparazzi are snapping away. I shrug and say, “Let’s eat.”

Blue

Oh my God! My face is going to be splashed everywhere by tonight. Kissing Jessie. Why was he ok with that? He’s never photographed with women. It would ruin his playboy image, so what the hell was that? And he said my leaving bothered him. Why did that bother him? What does he want from this?

He said ‘Let’s eat.’ and I’m starving, so I eat. We talk about nothing and everything. The band, the break, the holidays, and Jude and Lexi’s wedding. We laugh more and he keeps touching me. After a couple of hours, he asks me if I’m ready to go.

“Sure. What are your plans?” I ask casually.

He smirks. “I don’t really have any. I’m kind of winging it.” He shrugs and takes my hand. I let him. “I didn’t know what my reception would be, so I didn’t know what I would do. What do you want to do? Dinner? Movie? Museum? Walk? Shop? Whatever you want to do, the day is yours.”

I laugh. “Ok. Well, I need to get a bikini wax and some new underwear.”

He blanches. “A bikini wax? Like someone puts wax on your vagina?”

I double over with laughter. Tears are running down my face and I’m holding my stomach. “Yes, that is what a bikini wax is. But I was kidding. I don’t need one. I just had one. I was just messing with you. Your face is
priceless
.”

He growls and turns me. My back is suddenly against a brick wall. “You are a minx!” He nips my chin. I groan. He chuckles. “But underwear shopping I’m down for.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he squeezes my ass. “Can I come in the dressing room to make sure they fit?”

My breath catches and my nether region clenches and moistens. I rub against him and bite his ear. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I just model some for you in my apartment?”

He slaps my ass and squeezes my hips. “Deal. Let’s go. Fast.”

Laughing like teenagers, we race back the few blocks back to my apartment.

Once we’re in the elevator, I get nervous. What am I doing here? What are we doing?

As if he can read my thoughts, Jessie pulls me into his body and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my ass. We fit together perfectly.

“There you go again. What are you thinking, Blue?”

I shrug and shake my head. “I don’t know. I really have no idea what this is, Jessie.”

“This?” His fingers are drumming on my lower back. “Meaning you and me?”

“Yes.” She nods and leans back so she can look up at me. “This, meaning, you and me. Meaning what are we doing? You don’t do this and I don’t do what you do, so I’m just wondering what it is we’re doing?”

He looks at me so long, I’m sure he’s going to turn and leave. “I don’t do this. You’re right.” I tense in his arms and he sighs. “I’ve never wanted to do this, whatever this is.” I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. Instead, he pulls me flush between his legs and touches his nose to mine as he stares into my eyes. “But I do want to do this with you. Something is going on here and I want to see what it is. I want to do this with you.” He brushes his lips whisper soft against mine.

What? He wants to do this? What is this? He wants us to date?!

My brows raise, “What? You want us to, like, go steady?”

He smirks and nips my chin. “Yeah, what are we fifteen?” He chuckles. “Something like that. I want to see you, touch you, kiss you, do things with you… fuck you. And I don’t want you to do those things with anyone else.”

My mouth practically hits the floor, but I manage to recover. “Um, ok. What about you?”

With a perplexed expression on his face, he asks, “What about me?”

“Are you going to do those things with anyone else?”

He smiles and kisses me. “No. As long as we do this, I’m only with you.”

I groan and grab him. “Deal.” Then I mesh my mouth to his and kiss him like he’s the last man I’ll ever kiss.

I guess I’m dating Jessie Adams…

Jessie

W
ell ok then. I just agreed to a committed, monogamous relationship. Hell I asked for it. But no one else is touching Blue. I’m not sharing. For as long as this lasts, she’s mine. Why doesn’t that freak me out more?!

We decide to stay in her apartment tonight and she wants to order in. I’ve never actually watched television and eaten take-out with anyone other than the guys. Not since I was in high school.

“What are we watching?”

“I have eight episodes of The Vampire Diaries to get through. I’ve missed it while I was out with the band.” She smirks. “You up for some teenage angst and vampires?”

Shuddering, I say, “Ugh, sure. I can hang with teenage vampires. What’s that dude’s name? Eddie?”

She busts out laughing. “Eddie? Oh my God… No Eddie here. I think you mean Edward…, but no, wrong books.” She’s dying laughing at me. “This is the Salvatore brothers and holy shit, are they sexy!”

I grunt. “Lots of women think I’m pretty fucking sexy myself, woman!”

She’s snorting, she’s laughing so hard. But she’s so carefree and gorgeous. “I know they do.” Trying to contain her laughter, “In fact, I happen to think that too and when you’re all irritated… you… are… hot!”

Grinning myself, I grab her and throw her onto the couch before covering her body with mine. She’s still laughing and trying to buck me off. Her pelvis rubs against my groin and something wakes up. Once she notices, she grabs me and wraps her legs around my waist while running her hands under my shirt. She rubs against me.

Holy shit… a fish? What is wrong with that man? I’m so glad he’s an idiot.

She’s running her nails up and down my back and thrusting her hips into my rigid member. My jeans are so tight, they’re uncomfortable. She nips my chin and trails kisses along my jaw to my ear. Licking the shell, she whispers, “I want you,” before she sucks my lobe into her mouth.

Dear God…

I pull her up and rip her shirt over her head. She does the same with mine and then straddles my lap, thrusting her perfect tits into my chest. The yellow lace bra barely contains them. Groaning, I bury my face in her cleavage and lick along one swell before biting her nipple through the cup. She moans and arches her back, causing her breasts to spill out of the cups even more, while she grinds down on my cock.

“Blue…” I manage to get out. “Blue, my dick is so hard and my jeans are so tight, I’m in pain. Dear God, take my jeans off.”

Lifting a brow and giving me a sexy smile, she slithers off of my lap and onto the floor. Kneeling between my legs, she reaches for the snap of my jeans. Once it pops, the pressure from my rigid length pushes the zipper down and my glistening tip is visible over the band of my boxer briefs. She licks her lips and grabs the waist of my pants and boxer briefs and pulls. I lift my hips to grant her access. She pulls until they are around my ankles, then she pulls off my shoes and socks and throws them and my pants across the room.

Naked as the day I was born, I sit on her leather couch with my dick standing straight up. She looks at it, and then looks at me as she reaches for it. Wrapping her hand around the base, she pumps twice, while staring into my eyes. She moves in. Opening her mouth, she inserts the glistening tip while I watch her watch me. She moves down as far as she can go.

I groan and thrust into her mouth before my head falls back onto the couch and she starts to move.

Doesn’t know how to suck a dick?! Yeah, ok… Idiot!

Her mouth and hands are working me over and my eyes are crossing from the pleasure. Looking down at her dark head moving over my length and her jade nails wrapped around it, I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life. Her breasts are bouncing with her movement and the nipples peek over the cups. The vision almost pushes me over the edge. I lift her by her shoulders and reverse our positions. She groans in frustration. I chuckle. “That is too good. I’m not cumming like that. Take off your bra, Blue.”

Her sexually dazed eyes meet mine as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She tosses it at me. It hits me in the face and I put the cups to my nose and inhale. She reaches out to grab her own breasts and pinches her nipples.

Holy shit. She’s going to kill me.