Undo Me (Bone Daddy Book 3)

by R. G. Alexander

  “What am I?”

  “My match,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now cover your mouth for me like a good girl.”

  Her surprised cry was muffled by her hand just in time as he slid between her body and the mirror and dropped to his knees again. “I’m too impatient,” he rasped, almost to himself. He parted her legs with his shoulders and reached up to drag the lace to one side. “I was going to make you come on my fingers, but I can’t wait to taste you.”

  She leaned forward, placing her hand on the wall to keep her balance as his fingers spread the lips of her sex, baring her to his gaze. “If I had to choose one last meal before accepting my punishment, it would be this. You.”

  Punishment?

  He buried his face between her thighs with a growl, his tongue circling her clit before stiffening to fill her sex. Bethany’s knees jerked, her legs trembling at the relentless pleasure.

  Her forehead dug into the mirror when she turned her head to watch his jaw work. His eyes were closed, those long lashes skimming his cheeks and the expression on his face blissful.

  His reaction made her feel powerful. And yes, sexy. It was heady. Addicting.

  Her hand grabbed on to his curls, pressing him closer, needing more of what he was doing. More of that feeling.

  His groan of approval vibrated against her clit, and she came hard, tugging on his hair as the sensations overwhelmed her. Too much. Too good.

  More.

  Her knees buckled and he was there, one arm wrapped around her waist as they ended up on the dressing room floor, with him on his knees behind her.

  The rustle of fabric and the sound of tearing lace barely registered before he was filling her to the point of pain, so thick and hard and inescapable she wanted to scream. But he’d seen it coming, replacing her hand with his over her mouth to muffle her shouts, his rough breath loud in her ear.

  “Am I hurting you?” he snarled, and she shook her head swiftly, tilting her hips higher as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

  “Fuck, Bethany. Fuck it’s tight and hot in here. I haven’t—I can’t remember the last time I knew what this felt like.” He slung his hips forward and groaned out loud. “But I can’t imagine it being better.”

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex in a body that didn’t belong to someone else. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had taken her like this. Like they’d die if they didn’t get inside her.

  The carpet on the floor scraped her knees with each powerful thrust. His tight hold on her and the desperate noises he was making were refueling her arousal to a fever pitch again. So fast. So easy for him. And no one could hear her. No one could know what they were doing behind closed doors. It felt forbidden. Exciting.

  Familiar.

  “I’m sorry, love.” His voice was guttural, as if he were holding back a shout. “I want this to last but I can’t—”

  She struggled for breath as he took her harder, deeper, his flesh slapping hard against hers with every stroke. His fingers unclenched from her hip and slid between her legs, working her until she was gasping for every breath.

  “Come, Bethany. Come so I can feel that pussy fist around me before I lose it. I’m so close and you’re perfect and wet and tight for me.”

  His voice was as irresistible as the rest of him. She wanted to obey. Needed to. She lifted lids heavy with desire and felt her breath catch in her throat when she caught her reflection. Not Isabel, but not Bethany either.

  Tendrils of the woman’s hair had fallen from her long braid, curling damply around her glowing cheeks. Her lips were swollen from her lover’s kiss. She was bent over, her curves pressing back against the man who was claiming her with every fierce, possessive thrust.

  It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

  His head fell back as his hips bucked against her. “Merde, Bethany. I’m begging you, my fire. Come now.”

  She turned toward him, his hand dropping so his mouth could cover hers as she flew over the edge. Flashes of colored light blinded her, her body burning for him.

  Always for him.

  Marcel.

  She wasn’t sure how long they lingered in the aftermath, carnal kisses replaced by playful nips and soothing tongues. His hands skimmed her shoulders and arms lightly, almost apologetically. Did he think she didn’t enjoy that? The fact that she’d lived this long without experiencing anything to equal what just happened was a little overwhelming. That’s how good it was.

  Reason number one why people were better than books.

  That.

  He lifted his mouth from hers, amber eyes filled with as much wonder as she was feeling. “What kind of spell are you weaving around me, Blue Eyes? As soon as I touch you, you make me forget everything else. How is that possible?”

  An impatient knock sounded outside the dressing room before she could form an answer. And then Bethany heard a familiar voice.

  Shit.

  “Look, let’s not make this weird. You’re in there together, you weren’t that quiet, but I’m not the right person to judge this kind of things so I’ll give you a few minutes before I come in there and drag you out. And then this lovely, sexually frustrated saleswoman will make Ben pay her for the broken dressing room door, among other things.”

  Bethany pressed her forehead against the mirror. “Too late. It’s weird.”

  BD chuckled against her back. “Michelle is a feisty one. But then, so are you, Blue Eyes.” He pulled out and she gasped as a warm liquid rush coated her thighs. When he started swearing in French, she knew what it was.

  “Bethany, I—”

  She held up her hand to shut him up so she could process. She’d never had unsafe sex in her life. Not that she had that much sex, but when she did, she was always safe. She was also usually in a bed so she didn’t get accidental rugburn from the floor of a public dressing room.

  And he thought she was weaving a spell? She barely recognized herself.

  “Give us a minute,” she called, standing up and brushing off her knees before grabbing her underwear to wipe away the moisture on her inner thighs. She tossed on her pants and t-shirt, realizing she was still wearing the black lace and silently groaning before balling up the plain underthings she’d worn inside.

  When she turned to the door without meeting his gaze, his hand pressed against it, barring her way. “What?”

  “That’s never happened before, Bethany.”

  She offered a brittle smile. “Of course it hasn’t. You may have been having wild sex with countless partners for hundreds of years, but you’ve only been human for a few hours. You haven’t had a chance to be irresponsible.”

  “Yet, you won’t look at me.” There was something in his voice that sounded uncannily like pain.

  She sighed, focusing on her hand curled around the knob. “You’re wrong about me. I’m not feisty, or sexy, and I’m certainly not a witch. I’m also not used to being in situations like this. I’d like to skip ahead a chapter or two and I can’t unless you move out of my way.”

  She knew he wanted her to look at him, was willing her to, but she refused. “Let me go, Bone Daddy. The day is passing by and you’re wasting it.”

  He lifted his hand and she hurried through the door, avoiding her friends. Their expressions changed from disbelief to concern when they saw her face. She tried to smile at Allegra, but she felt like bawling her eyes out.

  “Your hair looks beautiful,” she said in a wobbly voice. “Oh, they used Isabel’s comb.”

  A tear slid down her cheek and Allegra wrapped an arm around her, glaring over her head to where she knew BD must be standing.

  She heard Michelle’s voice through the ringing in her ears. “You two go back home, Allegra. Take the car. I’ll grab our purchases, wrangle this one and meet you back there.”

  She let Allegra lead her outside, feeling like a fool, and even worse, a horrible wedding guest. “How did you find us?”

  “Believe it or not, Michelle
’s future mother-in-law told us about this place and I’d ordered a little something new that Rousseau’s never seen before for our wedding night. That woman kept glaring at the back room instead of checking us out, and then we heard—well, then we heard.”

  The hits just kept on coming. “I’m so sorry about that.”

  “Don’t you dare, Bethany. If anyone should be sorry, it’s that oversexed Loa back there.” She made a sound of pure frustration. “You know, Rousseau wasn’t happy that he’d shown up today, but I thought it would be a great opportunity to heal. Fate even. But he can’t stop being what he is, not even on the one day where he has an actual choice. I should have known. I never should have left him unsupervised.”

  Bethany frowned, still sniffling. “No. It wasn’t like that. I mean, he did make me shop for underwear when I didn’t want to, but other than that it was mutual. I think I freaked out a little because I’m not usually so—”

  “Into spontaneous public displays?” Allegra guessed. “Of course not. Most people don’t admit it, even when they are. I could tell you a story about something he showed me once, but we’re mad at him, so I’ll leave it alone.”

  Bethany chuckled weakly. “You’re not really mad, though it’s nice to know you’d try on my behalf. It isn’t necessary. He was—it was—”

  “That good, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m confused. If it was mutual and so good it stole your power of speech, why am I mad at him and why are you crying?”

  “I don’t know.” She couldn’t tell her it was because she was already falling for a man she’d met a few hours ago. A man who’d turned her inside out, who made her feel things, want things she’d barely let herself think about before.

  She couldn’t tell her it was because Loas didn’t wear condoms, and a part of her wasn’t as upset about it as she should be. A part of her even hoped…

  The fact that it even crossed her mind scared her more than anything else could. That she already felt that much for someone who could, at most, give her one day a year. Someone who’d spend the other three-hundred-and-sixty-four days handing out orgasms to anyone who asked.

  He wasn’t human. And he wasn’t staying.

  Why wasn’t that enough for her to walk away? Was what she felt for him really worth the pain she could already see coming?

  “I don’t know.”

  Chapter 6

  He didn’t understand women.

  Scratch that.

  He understood women better than they understood themselves, certainly better than any human man that ever lived and probably better than most of his predecessors. But he didn’t understand Bethany, or his reaction to her, at all.

  He’d enjoyed all his partners, whatever their persuasion, but his personal preference was the female of the species. Complex in their needs, soft curves to grab on to, blessed with an inner strength that made them the envy of their counterparts. He loved to see them in the throes of passion, or watching their sated smiles as they fell asleep after he’d pleasured them into exhaustion. He always knew what they were thinking—it was a gift of his kind. A gift he was currently lacking, conveniently when he needed it most.

  “That’s it.”

  “What’s it, BD?” Ben was sitting on his bed, tugging his socks up before slipping into his shiny black shoes. The men had decided to get dressed in his room, giving the master bedroom to Allegra and the women.

  Babysitting, he was certain.

  BD shifted in his chair, thinking of the present he’d purchased for Bethany. He hoped she liked it. She was so difficult to read, her reactions to him so unexpected, he wasn’t sure whether she’d wear it or burn it in protest with her friends cheering her on.

  “Benjamin, when you marry Michelle Toussaint, make sure you spank her at least once a day. That woman is a tyrant.”

  A tyrant who warned him against playing with Bethany’s emotions.

  “She’s barely left her apartment for years. I had to bribe her to get her on the plane. If you seduce her, hurt her now that she’s finally here and making friends, I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you.”

  He’d never forgive himself. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do.

  Ben laughed, unaware of BD’s darker thoughts. “I would, my friend. But I think she would enjoy it too much.” His brown eyes were curious. “She told me about the lingerie shop. I had to promise to buy half their stock just to keep the salesclerk from calling the police. You must have made one hell of an impression.”

  He grimaced. He’d shamed her, is what he’d done. Keeping her quiet, only to bellow like a rutting beast before coming, unprotected, inside her. He’d lost all his skills, all his couth. It made him uncomfortably hard just thinking about it.

  “Jealous, Ben?” Rousseau asked from across the room. “That might be the one public venue you and Michelle haven’t christened yet. No wait, you prefer alleys and restrooms.”

  BD was amazed at the discomfort he felt, having everyone know about his time with Bethany. She was special. Their time together was special. He’d never experienced anything like it, not in all his years as a Loa. She called to his soul.

  Did he still have one? He honestly wasn’t sure.

  He hadn’t planned to spend his one day as a human in emotional turmoil over a single, stubborn woman. This was his last chance to indulge in life—food, fucking, wine, and fucking. Instead, all he could do was pine for Bethany. Wanting to talk to her, to apologize again for losing control. To lose it again. “Bah. Women.”

  Rousseau turned away from the mirror where he was tying his tie, an unwilling smile forming on his lips. “I’ll be damned. You like her, don’t you? You don’t just want to dine and dash on the only available woman in the house. You actually like her.”

  He was out of his chair and nose to nose with Rousseau before the words had completely left his mouth. “Will you forever think the worst of me? I am what I am, I came when I was called, and you were better for it. Your family was safe and protected as you asked. Yes, I took from you, and I accepted an offer from your bastard father, but I never allowed harm to come to you, the business you created or any in your care. And now you are free, and there is a woman in this house whose love you never have to doubt, who chose you over everything else. She is worth more than all of us combined, and she’s marrying you today. You’ll start your life together with no secrets and absolute acceptance. At least in part, that is because of me.”

  “I know that. Thank you.”

  All the bluster drained out of him at Rousseau’s words, leaving behind a strange feeling of vulnerability. “You’re welcome.” He hesitated. “So you no longer think I am beyond redemption?”

  Rousseau gazed at BD in silence for a moment before dragging him close, arms tight around his shoulders in an awkward embrace. “I don’t. Allegra was right. I’m glad you’re here. You should be here. You’re family, right?”

  A flummoxed BD turned toward Ben, who nodded approvingly. “Exactly. Like that crazy, skirt-chasing uncle that you hate because he looks young enough to be carded.”

  Rousseau released him with a laugh, and Bone Daddy ran a hand through his short curls. He hadn’t expected that. It was beyond disconcerting, these feelings churning inside him. Regret. Gratitude. Even love. He would miss these men when he was gone. Miss watching them age, become fathers. Being a part of their lives.

  He swallowed over what felt like an actual lump in his throat. “I’m honored to share this day with you.”

  “About Bethany.”

  “Michelle already tried to warn me away.” BD shook his head tiredly at Ben. “I’m afraid that ship has sailed. I’m acting like an adolescent, I know, but I only have a few more hours before I return through the Gate for good and I need to be with—”

  “For good? What are you talking about?” Ben wasn’t smiling now, and BD noticed the empath had a hand on his arm.

  “That’s cheating, Benjamin.”

  “Your tho
ughts are too jumbled. Talk. Now.”

  BD sighed. “Let’s just say that after our adventure with the djab, they decided it would be better for me to stay on the other side for a while.” He saw the guilty expression on Ben’s face and shook his head. “It would have happened anyway. You were all correct, I was hiding from judgment, but I don’t regret asking for their help to get that thing away from you. And perhaps they’re right that I’ve become too attached. Not just to living here, but to you in particular. Allegra, Michelle, your mothers…” Bethany. “I should never have lingered so long.”

  Perhaps if he hadn’t been entangled with a man like Celestine Rousseau for so long, a man who was good and loyal to his core, BD could have taken a darker road.

  Rousseau looked troubled. “This feels wrong.”

  BD raised his eyebrows. “You’ve been trying to get rid of me for years. Think of it as a wedding present.”

  Rousseau ignored that. “We need to talk to Mambo Toussaint before the wedding. Ben, go get her, will you?”

  Ben instantly strode toward the door, but as soon as he opened it he paused, his ready smile reappearing. “Speak of the devils.”

  Standing outside, carrying trays of food and drink, were the two women everyone called The Mamas. Elise Adair and Annemarie Toussaint.

  “Are you decent?”

  “Are you kidding?” Ben chuckled. “You two must be psychic. We were just coming to find you.”

  “Why?”

  “We have a situation. Oh. Is that pie?”

  Mambo Toussaint smacked his hand. “Benjamin Beauregard Adair, that pie is special. It’s for Bone Daddy. You can have a crawfish cake.”

  BD backed up as the women filled the room with their presence, along with the delicious aroma of food. His stomach growled obscenely, and Elise Adair smiled.

  “Looks like our perfect timing strikes again. Loa aren’t supposed to starve themselves on their special day to feast. This is your first one, so we weren’t sure you knew. Either way, we made plenty, so you dig right in.”

  “You’re in time in more ways than one.” Rousseau embraced the two women, his expression somber. “BD has a problem.”