Cyrus: Swamp Heads (3 page)

“Then you don’t have enough to pay for the other half. Right.” I finish for her.

Hitting the palm of my hand on the steering wheel. That Danssel sucker knew and set her up. All he sees is a weak woman and is trying to steal away her hard work with a few twists of his arm. Anger is pumping through my veins. I need to do something, anything to help her out. Hell, I could either get a lawyer or pay for the damn investment and it wouldn’t even leave an effin dent in my bank account. Right now I’d even just give her the effin money just so she could give him the finger. But something tells me she would fight me every step of the way.
Dagnammit
.

“That’s the reason your brother went to a casino, right? To try to make more money, for you.” Shit for brains. That’s a huge risk that blew up right in his face.

She nods and keeps her head down.

“Hey… Look at me…”

Her face turns to me and I see the guilt and defeat in her eyes. I hate the fact that it’s lacking the fire I like to see in them.

“Not your fault. He took that risk, not you. Now we deal with that shit, together. If you’ll allow me. And before you throw that door shut, listen to me first, so I can tell you my story… like you told me yours. Deal?”

“Well, it’s not like I can go anywhere else right now, so by all means…” She lays her head back and closes her eyes.

My gaze locks back to the road again, I take a deep breath before I start.

“Growing up, all I ever wanted to do was leave the swamp life. Pack up and leave with a goal to make my first million before my thirtieth birthday. I never told anyone about that goal since, first… they would have laughed, second… it was
my goal
, something I wanted to prove to myself.” Risking a quick glance to my right, I can see she hasn’t moved. Her eyes are still closed but there’s a faint smile tugging at those delightful lip
s
I’m hankerin’ for.

Pulling my attention back to the windshield in front of me, I continue my explanation. “I always had a thing with numbers. But with everything in life, you gotta start at the bottom. So I was an errand boy for a huge company. I had to take the elevator up to the twenty-fourth floor, I always took that time to read the paper, financial section... There was a guy, around the same age as me, who always seemed to end up in the elevator the same time as me. Anyway… He asked me my opinion one day and without thinking I told him my thoughts. Long story short… Turns out… that guy owned the effin company. The next day he was waiting in front of the elevator and we went for coffee instead. He followed my advice and to my shock made two point five million, pure profit... all because of a talk during an elevator ride.”

I shake my head as I chuckle at the memory. Talk about an effin turning point in my life.

“The owner? Landon Carsons. He offered me a new job and gave me half a millio
n
a
s a type of commission. I invested every single penny and, well… let’s say I don’t even know or care how many millions are in my bank account. Landon is a good friend of mine and I followed his advice last week. We talked about it for months and we both had the same view on things so we just did it. Sold every company we had and left the business world. I came home and he picked out some tiny random town to live in. He talked about getting a job as a teacher, something about giving knowledge back to the world. As for me… I have no clue what I want.” Except for you, in my bed. Mentally adding that last part before I give her another quick glance.

She’s staring at me with those fiery, blue, twinkle eyes. “So you had nothing, obtained everything, yet feel like you still have nothing?”

The bark of laughter that escapes me is something I truly missed.
Dagnammit
. This woman has brightened my life more in the few short hours I’ve known her, than the last few years I spent making my millions. She’s effin precious and exactly what I want- what I need-  in my life.
What’s been missing
. All the money I have in this world has never made me feel this way. Who knew that something so amazing doesn’t cost one effin thing.

“I guess you’re right,
Ma Poupée
… I guess you’re right.”

***Bertie***

I’m in the car with a guy who has millions. Millions. Leave it to me to spit out my money problems a moment before he tells me. Great, Bertie, just freakin’ great. He’s gonna wave his money in my face thinking I will replace one idiot with another. Although the feeling deep down in my gut tells me somehow Cyrus wouldn’t do that…that he’s a good guy.

I’ve known his brother, Chester for years. He’s a sweet man. Much older than Cyrus, I’m sure. Their sister, Elsie, works in the souvenir shop. She’s a real sweetheart. So with intimate knowledge of his family and for him being a total stranger to me but offering to drive me for days to get my brother home… yeah, not one flash of doubt, there’s good in this guy.

That just makes it harder to push him away and keep my distance. That’s what I normally do; push guys away. Guys used to flock around me like flies to shit because they all thought I was pretty. The first guy who kissed me put his hands on my tits and squeezed it as if he thought I was a cow and he needed milk or would die of thirst. Yeah, that was a real sweet encounter. Or let’s call it what it was a
stay away from guys
wake-up call. Then Nana, the gator, thought it would be funny to have me for dinner. I was very lucky, my face… not so much.

And now that’s why I always wear the baseball cap or a hat to keep strands of hair hanging in front of the not so pretty side of my face. Something to hide behind, or at least cover up some of the mottled skin. Combine no boys with a messed up face?  Boom… twenty-three-year-old virgin. The way he glances at me every now and then though?  I can see desire swirling in those green eyes. Makes me wish I was as bold with my mouth and body as I am with keeping guys away.

“What’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, huh?” The timber of his voice blasts me out of my thoughts.

I can hardly tell him that I was thinking about…

“Well?” Again he questions with the demanding voice.

My mind doesn’t think and just follows his demand as I hear myself say, “Having sex.”

Holy shit. That didn’t just come out of…

“Good, since it’s about twenty more minutes to the hotel I’ve booked for the night.” The freakin’ man isn’t holding back the laughter in his voice as he shakes his head in disbelief.

That right there saves him, but it freaks me out that he has that effect on me. “You shouldn’t use that tone of voice again.”

“I like using it on you, when I do… you seem to follow my orders without thinking. That’s the second time now. Before we got in the car, we didn’t have that level of connection. We're making progress
,
Ma Poupée.
There’s no telling where it might lead. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to find out.”

I’m going to ignore his word vomit since I don’t want to argue again and I need him to get me to my brother. Wait… he already…

“You booked us a room? When?”

He gives me a quick glance before his eyes find the road again. “When I stopped for gas. I called my brother and after that my personal assistant. She booked rooms at two hotels for us along the way. She also made a few other arrangements, so a fresh set of clothes should be waiting for us. But before you go all into defense mode, I asked for a two-bedroom suite. Okay?”

Dammit. I can’t even bark out a few mean words because he’s being so thoughtful. How did I get myself into this? And why the hell isn’t he married? Hot guy like him, money… or wait…

“Personal assistant? Who is she, your girlfriend or something?” Yikes, even my own ears pick up on the distaste. And why would it bother me if he wasn’t available for taking my virginity.
Shut up freakin’ dirty mind
. I need to keep my distance, and my virginity intact, for that matter.

“That’s my forty-eight-year-old, married, employee. She’s been my PA for about five years now, and she makes my life so much easier. As for a girlfriend… you’re the only girl in my life right now. Well, apart from my sisters of course.” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice.

It’s always hard for me to pick up if a guy is flirting with me. I get the feeling he is and with the amusement I hear in his voice, I can’t help but to ruffle his feathers a bit.

Seeing he ignited when I told him Chester works for me, I answer matter-of-factly. “Ah, sisters… right. Hallie Mae and Elsie. Elsie is a real sweetheart; she works for me too.”

“
Merde.
Please don’t tell me my baby sister works with gators.” His face is set in stone, as if he’s bracing himself for the answer.

I can’t worry him now even though a moment ago that seemed like fun. He clearly can’t take a joke about his family. “Just the stuffy fluffy ones they sell at the souvenir shop.” Taking a breath in between, I add, “Why leave for years and come back now? I mean… you really seem to care about your family but yet you left for years? I don’t get it.”

It might be a bit personal but I’m curious and… yes, I want to know more about him. The guy intrigues me, what can I say?

“Over time we all came and went, well everyone but Chester.  He’s the only one who never left home. The rest of us just followed our own path. Hallie Mae and Elsie got a house together, something about twins and needing each other or some girly shit Earle and Zeke don’t seem to have that problem. My twin brothers don’t work for you, right?”

“Nope, I’ve heard of them by name… and Roscoe of course, but he doesn’t work for me either.” I needed to add that last part so he didn’t have to ask.

“Ah, Roscoe. Have you heard from or seen him? I haven’t heard from him in over two months, but he’s a busy guy. Did you know he’s with the FBI?”

Shaking my head, since no… I only heard the names of his other family members, not the details of their entire lives.

“Ah, we’re here.” He nods to his right and turning I see a large building looming in front of us.

The whole thing screams high class and that’s just not me. Looking down to my jean shorts I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. When I glance towards Cyrus and see his suit… Yeah, we’re miles apart from each other. Both of us might come from the same place with similar background, but he’s one that raised above that shithole swamp.

“No need to be like a long tail cat in a room filled of rocking chairs. You hear me? Stop being effin nervous. You’re perfect just the way you are. Am I clear?” He uses that demanding tone in the last three words, making me shiver.

His hand drops to my naked thigh and softly strokes his thumb back and forth. “I mean it,
Ma Poupée
.”

It’s weirdly comforting and the funky feeling ebbs away as I trust his words. He parks the car in front of the hotel and a young guy appears to take the keys from Cyrus’ hand as he gets out. Cyrus walks around the car and opens my door. Lacing his fingers with mine he guides me forward while I take in the scene of what obviously is a very expensive hotel.

“Mr. Hayes, it’s so good to have you. We’ve prepared everything the way you requested. Now, if you’d follow me please.”

Oh wow. How did the guy even know who he is? Leaning in I whisper, “How did you do that? You didn’t say anything; you’ve been here before?”

He chuckles as he turns. I’m standing too close from whispering into his ear, our faces are only inches apart. All we do is stand still and stare into each other’s eyes. It seems to take just a second yet it must be longer since our connection is broken when we hear the harsh note of someone clearing their throat.

We both glance at the concierge who is showing us to our suite. “Sorry about that, now… where were we? Right this way please.”

He starts to walk and I make intentions to follow him except the hand that’s now cupping half my face is keeping me from moving. Cyrus leans in and lets his lips feather a kiss against my mouth. He pulls back and takes a deep breath before he falls in step behind the concierge.

My body is still catching up after that sweet, soft and all too quick kiss. I need more. The tingles in my belly and the missing beat in my heart want a re-run. One that’s going to be a hell of a lot longer and on repeat for at least a few hours. His tenderness is promising not to squeeze the hell out of my tits, that’s for sure. And honestly, I’m dying to find out.

It seems to be one long elevator ride, taking us to the top of the building. The concierge opens a huge door and steps aside, gesturing for us to enter. The moment I do, air ceases to move into my lungs. Wow…just…wow. There’s a huge glass wall with a view that’s literally breathtaking.

A huge round couch dominates the space with an oval table tucked in front of it. The walls are covered in black wallpaper, with tiny glittered flicks so when I walk around, the walls shimmer. It’s very pretty and the effect adds to the vibe the whole room radiates. There’s a huge glass dining room table with eight chairs around it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a room so big or so amazing.

Yeah, I know… I don’t get out much, okay? As in nowhere other than my dad’s house or my own apartment above the souvenir store back at the gator farm. That’s it. I’ve never even left my own town for that matter. There’s a first time for everything, right? And no one needs to know Cyrus is the one who broke that boundary.

Two hands are gently placed on my hips. Looking around, I see it’s just me and Cyrus in the room. His mouth is near my ear.

“Can I feel those lips of yours? The whisper of a touch a moment ago was way too effin short.”

The only answer I give is softly turning my body. I want this, clearly just as much as he does. His face inches closer as his eyes fixate on my mouth. I’m nervous and that makes me suck in my bottom lip and bite down on it. He gives me a crooked smile and I feel his hand cup my face.

He slides his thumb over my lips. His mouth is only a breath away and as he closes the distance my eyes fall shut with the sensation of his sweet touch. Feeling his tongue, I gasp at the tingles that shoot through my body.

He growls as he pulls me closer against his body. His tongue goes in search of mine, gently swirling past my lips, mimicking his play I feel my body heat up. I want more. Letting go of my reservations and apparently every thought in my head, my hands start to roam and explore his body. Both of them slide up to his face reveling in the rough yet soft touch of his beard beneath my fingers. One of my hands falls away to his chest, fisting his smoothly ironed shirt. I feel the need to pull him closer. I want to boost the high he gives me. It’s like a drug, I need more… it’s just not enough.

The hand that was holding my hip slides to my butt and he rocks his pelvis against me. The feel of something hard in between us makes the place between my legs throb. Clearly signaling where the hard thing needs to be introduced; like a beacon making sure one can find its way.

“I need to be inside you, we’ve got plenty of time to get to know each other more or take things slow… but right now,” he licks my lips in a long soft swipe. “Right now, I want in.”

His words make me shiver. “Yes…” That one little word grants him access to my body. I can only hope he doesn’t notice that I’ve never done this before. Maybe I should say something, but I really don’t want to ruin this moment.

He reaches for his pocket and pulls out his wallet, fumbles and throws it on the ground. The condom wrapper follows soon. He unbuckles his belt as his eyes go to me.

“Shorts, Off. Now.” There’s that demanding voice that I can’t help but obey and my hands shake to move as fast as I can.

My jean shorts and panties fall to the soft carpet in one fluid movement, just like his pants. When I lower my gaze I am left breathless yet again. The visual of the hardness that I was feeling pressed against me just a moment ago makes my pussy throb that much more. I’m longing to feel that thick long hunk of flesh filling me up. I only know from what I’ve heard and read that this will hurt the first time, but I can’t help but be drawn in.

He reaches for me again and pulls me close. Both of his hands wrap around my ass and as he lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist automatically. The sensation of his fingers sliding through my folds is indescribable.

“Ah, so wet for me
Ma Poupée,
” Pushing his finger gently inside he gently strokes my walls. “So tight, you’re gonna feel so good around my dick, just as good as I’m going to make you feel, I effin swear.”

My lips find the crook of his neck where I buried my head. Waiting for him to either walk to the couch or the bed or wall, maybe…

Oh son of a trucker, madness on a stick and shove it up your…. That freaking hurts. My body tenses up as he fills me in one hard stroke. This might be the mother of all sexual hurt, the tittie twister from my first experience is a freakin’ shadow on the wall compared to this.

“Fuuuuuuck.” His growl and my thoughts collide.

***Cyrus***

Holy Mary-Mother of Jesus. She’s a virgin. I try to stay still and it’s taking every ounce of strength I have to do so.
Dagnammit
, she feels amazing and my balls are aching to fire off. Slowly, oh so slowly I lift her up a few inches and slide her right back down, repeating the action until I hear the sweetest moan fall from her lips.