Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix)

by Turner, Skye

  “Right.” I kick him and he loses his balance and almost falls over in the chair, but catches the table at the last second. Laughing, I ask, “Does Lexi know she wears the pants?”

  A chuckle comes from over my shoulder. “Lexi looks good in pants. And nice save, Jude.”

  I turn and greet Alec. “Hey, man. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

  He shakes Jude’s hand and pulls out a chair. “I snuck in. Said ‘Hi’ to Erik before I walked over. You two looked like you were having a serious discussion anyway. I didn’t want to intrude.”

  Jude laughs. “No, I was just schooling Jessie.”

  “Schooling me, my ass!” I kick him under the table again, then turn to Alec, who’s setting up his laptop. “What do you have for me? Anything promising? You sticking around, Jude?”

  Alec says, “Give me a minute to boot up and I have a few to show you. One I think you’re going to love.”

  Jude pulls his chair over to see the laptop too. “Yeah, nothing else going on this afternoon. That cool?”

  I shrug. “Sure. Ok, let’s see what we’re looking at.”

  We look through the listings Alec has marked and I see three potentials. One immediately jumps out at me. “I want to see this one. When can I look at it?”

  Alec smirks at me. “Thought you’d say that. I already set it up. You still planning on heading down to NOLA tomorrow?”

  Slapping his back, I grin. “Yes. I’m taking Blue down to see a friend of mine play tomorrow night. We’ll be there until y’all get there on Friday.”

  “I have the viewing set up for two tomorrow afternoon.” He brushes fake lint off of his shoulders and winks. “Do I know you or what?” Alec says smugly.

  “You do, man.” I nod. “You do. This place looks great.”

  Jude pipes in with, “Blue should love it.” Then, he high fives Alec behind my back.

  I look at him and frown. Both Jude and Alec are staring at me with shit-eating grins. “It’s my house, dude. I’m buying it. But yes, she should like it.”

  Alec and Jude exchange a glance and both look at me humorously. “What?”

  “Told you he was in love with her.” Jude says.

  “Dammit. Ok, I owe you a hundred bucks.” Alec says through his smile.

  “Y’all were fucking placing bets? And I never said I was in love with her!” I grit out.

  Alec looks at me seriously with his chin resting on his hand. “Do you want to be with her all the time? Do you want to kill anyone who looks at her? Does your body warm when she’s near? Does seeing her head on the pillow next to yours bring you a sense of peace? Did you picture her in this house when you saw the listing?”

  I can’t answer… I’m processing his questions and thinking of my answers. The answer to all of them is yes… Oh, shit!

  My face must be transparent because both guys laugh and I get resounding back slaps. “Told you so!” Jude says.

  Blue

  Bradi and I are at the sex shop and we’re buying Lexi lingerie and penis straws for the party this weekend. We’ve laughed more and had the best time today. Who would have guessed she and I would ever be friends?

  After we pick out a few outfits for Lexi, Bradi pulls one off of the rack and hands it to me. It’s a black and emerald green lace corset top with a black lace thong. I look at her like she’s lost her mind.

  “Go try this on. It would look amazing on you.” She slaps it into my chest.

  “What? We’re not here for me. Why do I need this?” I exclaim.

  She rolls her eyes and pushes me into the dressing room as she eyes a deep red corset top for herself. “Because Jessie will swallow his tongue if he sees you in that. And every woman needs sexy lingerie for her man. Ask Micah.”

  “Ugh, no thanks. I’d rather not know about your kinky sex life!” I laugh, but go into the fitting room with the set.

  Bradi cackles. “Says the woman who’s fucking Jessie Adams! I’m sure your monkey sex puts my love life to shame!”

  “Shut up, Bradi!” But I laugh too. Somehow I manage to get the corset latched up. Turning, I take in my appearance with the outfit. My own eyes pop out at my reflection. I hear a knock on the door and then, “How does it look? Let me see!”

  “What?” I gasp. “No way!”

  The door opens. And in steps Bradi looking like a Siren in red lace. Wow. She takes in my outfit and her mouth drops open. “Turn. Now.”

  Her eyes travel over the tops of my breasts, which are thrust up dangerously high by the tight corset. My nipples are barely covered. It pulls my waist in and accentuates the flare of my full hips. It stops mid-thigh and you can see my lace covered crotch. I blush furiously, but turn. My ass is round, but firm and tight and my legs are toned. And both are on full display.

  “Holy fuck! Blue, you look like a Goddess. You have to get that! Jessie will drop to his knees!” She’s squealing and clapping excitedly.

  “You think so?” I ask doubtfully. I know we’re together, but do I want to buy sexy lingerie for him!?

  “Um, do you have eyes, bitch? You are fine as hell in that. You’re kind of turning me on and, well, you know I’m not a switch hitter.”

  “Oh my God. Get out.” I laugh as I shove her out of the door. A man is waiting there and his eyes bug out as he takes us in. My face is on fire. Bradi, being Bradi, blows him a kiss and slaps my ass on her way out. Crazy bitch.

  We make our purchases and decide to grab a bite before heading back to Jessie’s to stow them. I’m supposed to be heading to New Orleans with him tomorrow. We’ll be there two days before everyone else gets there for the three-day Bachelor/Bachelorette party.

  Since we’re heading back to Perkins Rowe anyway, we stop in at Kona Grill to eat. As we wait for our drinks to arrive, Bradi pierces me with her green eyes.

  I know what’s coming…

  “You and Jessie?” She points at me. “Are you staying here?”

  Swallowing, I wish for my drink. “I don’t know, Bradi. We haven’t talked about it. Right now, we’re just seeing how things go and getting to know each other.”

  “But you want to stay? Here? In Louisiana?”

  “I haven’t really thought about it…” Where is my drink?!

  “Liar. You’re in love with Jessie.” Her hands are waving all around and I’m amazed she doesn’t hit herself in the face. I’ve learned that Southerners talk with their hands a lot. “I also heard you on the phone earlier, Blue. You turned the job at HardEdge Magazine down. Why would you do that if you didn’t want to stay? Does he know they offered you a job?”

  “You’re nosey. Do you know that?!” I’m exasperated. Her audacity still shocks me sometimes.

  She waves her hand as if in dismissal. “Duh. I know that. You know that. And I’m not nosey, I just say what I think and you were right next to me on the phone, Blue. What do you want from this… with Jessie?”

  I lay my head on the table on my folded arms and silently scream. Why is she pushing me?! I get pissed. Glaring at her across the table, I slam my hands down. “Ok, yes, I’m in love with Jessie. Apparently everyone knows that. We haven’t spoken of feelings. I don’t want to tell him that. I don’t want him to push me away. No, he doesn’t know. I didn’t tell him. I don’t want to go back to L.A. Why would I? Nothing is there for me. My friends are here. For the first time in a long time, I have real friends. I have people who genuinely seem to give a shit about me. I don’t want to go, but I don’t know what he wants from me and if he just up and decides I’m not what he wants and tells me to leave, it’ll kill me. I love him. I’ve loved him for years. Even when all I wanted to do was punch him in the face, I loved him. Every time I saw him with another skank, I would have to fight with myself not to rip her to shreds. I just want him. But more than that… I want him to want me like I want him.” My face falls as I realize what I’ve just said.

  Her eyes are wide in her gorgeous face. “Whoa. Ok, then. See, now you know. He wants you like that too. Jessie is a wh
ore.” My face blanches, but she continues. “No, I don’t mean it like that. I like Jessie. He’s a good guy, but he’s a whore. Or he was. Before you. Now… now Jessie is all about you. He looks at you like Jude looks at Lexi. Like Micah looks at me and Erik looks at Alec.” She points right at me. “Do you hear what I’m fucking telling you, Blue? That man is in love with you. Just as in love with you as you are with him. Probably has been for a long time. Only, he’s Jessie… So, I’m sure he’s denying it or running from it, or whatever… I’m lucky. Micah loves me and tells me all the time. He’s loved me even when I put him through shit. He’s my one.” She smiles in thought and then points at me again. “And you and Jessie are the same way. Only you’re both stubborn as shit and he doesn’t know what to do, so I’m telling you… wear that shit, take these two days and, dammit girl, show him what he’s got!”

  Two men at the next table are staring at us. Apparently our conversation was not private. One in a suit looks at me and says, “Listen to your friend. If your man has stopped messing with other women and looks at you the way she says, well, he’s yours. Just show him why he needs to keep you. A beautiful woman like you should have no problem with that.” He winks and returns to his meal.

  Well, ok then. We finish the meal and chat about the wedding while I go over everything Bradi has said.

  After paying the check, we grab the bags and she helps me bring them up before heading out to meet Lexi.

  Sitting on the couch, I get my game plan.

  Watch out Jessie… you’re what I want and I’m not going anywhere.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jessie

  Walking in the door after my day with Jude and Alec, I spot Blue. She’s curled up on the couch asleep. I throw my keys on the table and walk over to her. I stare at her, taking in her beauty for a brief while. Smirking at myself, I lean down, kiss her mouth softly, and whisper in her ear. “Wake up, Snow White.”

  She stirs and smiles at me as she opens her eyes. My breath leaves my chest. “Hi, Prince Charming. How was your day?”

  Smiling back, I climb onto the couch and pull her into my side. “It was good. Are we still heading to New Orleans tomorrow?”

  “Yes, unless you need to do something else.” She stretches and my mouth waters as I catch a peek of her dangly belly ring.

  “Nope, but, I do have an appointment for a viewing tomorrow while we’re there. You want to tag along?” I hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

  Her brow furrows. “A viewing of what?”

  “A townhouse in the French Quarter. I’ve wanted one for years and Alec found one for me to look at. I figured since we’re there, we can take a look.” I don’t realize I’m squeezing her thigh.

  She’s tracing the tattoos on my arms over and over. “Jessie? Don’t take this the wrong way and don’t freak out, but… why do you want me to look at a house with you?” She looks at my hand on her thigh, “And are you nervous about something?”

  Sucking my lip ring into my mouth, I breathe deeply through my nose and rest my chin on top of her head. My fingers have found the smooth skin of her stomach under her top. I’m now tracing her skin, much like she’s tracing mine. I feel goose bumps break out on her side. “Because.” I sigh. “Blue, look at me.” She turns her head up to mine and I lean in to kiss her. It seems so natural to do it. Breaking the kiss after a few minutes, I breathe to calm my heart. “I want you to see it. I want to know if you like it. I want to know if you could see yourself there… with me.” The urge to run my hands through my hair is strong, but I resist and keep my hands on her waist. “That makes me very nervous.”

  Her eyes get huge and her mouth drops open. She tries to say something and nothing comes out. Then, she tries again. “Ar– are you asking me to live with you? You want me to– to move in with… you?” She exhales loudly and her breathing catches. “I’m not sure I understand.”

  I close my eyes and lay my head back and take a deep breath.

  Ok, Jessie. Get your shit together. Time to take a clue from Blue and just plunge. No more wading.

  Exhaling, I look deep into her eyes so she can see my sincerity. She can see into my soul if she wants to. I just jump. “Yes. I want you to move in with me. Not just stay with me. I want you to live here… with me. And I want to know if you like the place in NOLA too. I plan on keeping you for a while, if you’re agreeable. And if not, well, I’m keeping you anyway.”

  I wait. Time stands still and all I hear is my own heartbeat in my ears. Damn, it’s loud.

  Dammit… say something, Blue.

  Finally after searching my face for a long time, she swallows and smiles. “Ok.” She climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Her hands lift my shirt and pull. Raising my arms over my head, I give her permission. She pulls it off and tosses it to the floor. Then, leaning down, she pulls on my nipple ring with her mouth. I moan and my cock makes its need to be handled evident. She chuckles. “Ok, I’ll live with you. And as far as keeping me, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” She winks as she slides off of my lap and trails kisses down my chest. Running her nails down my chest and stomach, she swirls her tongue around my belly button, and bites the skin at the top of my jeans. I jerk. Looking up at me with a sensual smile, she unsnaps my jeans and pulls them off as she says, “I’d already decided I was keeping you.” Her mouth captures the head of my straining cock.

  An hour later, we’re both replete and laying on the floor. When did we hit the floor? My hands are running up and down her back as she’s splayed out on top of me and she’s rubbing my scalp. Rolling us, I prop my head on my arms and look at her. “You know, one day, I’d like to take my time and fuck you in a bed.”

  She laughs and pulls my head down for a kiss. “Jessie, you can fuck me, whenever…” Kiss. “Wherever…” Kiss. “And however you want to.”

  I growl and capture her mouth with mine. She pulls back from me with a tug on my hair. Which reminds me… “Blue?”

  “Hm?”

  “Would you do something for me?”

  She looks at me. “Sure. What?”

  I swallow and look right into her eyes. “Will you cut my hair?”

  Her hands drop and her mouth falls open. I’ve shocked her. “Um, what? You want me to cut your hair? Why? No. No. No. I love your hair.”

  I chuckle. “Not all of it. I just want to cut some of it off. I want a little change. Will you do it?”

  “Why do you want me to cut it? Why can’t you go to a salon? What if I mess it up?”

  Her hands are running through it and she has a pained look on her face. Yeah, not too much.

  “Because I trust you and I want to make this change… with you. Does that make sense?” We’re staring into each other’s eyes.

  She sighs. “I guess… Jessie, your hair is your trademark.” She’s running her hands through it and letting the strands fall out before doing it again. “People are going to flip the fuck out. Women are going to lose their minds!”

  “Are you going to lose your mind?” I ask seriously.

  She sticks the tip of her tongue out as she considers it. “Well, no. But I don’t want to cut it either. I love it.”

  “Well I want you to cut it and you’re the only woman whose opinion I care about.” Leaning in, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Just not too short.”

  “Who are you?” She asks in awe.

  I grin wolfishly down at her, “Jessie Adams. Fucking Rock Star!” I wink. “And Blue Delany’s man.”

  She gasps and I swoop in for another kiss.

  Blue

  Jessie wants me to cut his hair. What the fuck? I love his hair. It’s so sexy. I don’t want to cut it. What if I fuck it up? He’s so gorgeous, it could be in a bowl cut and he’d still melt panties. But the only panties he’s melting from now on are mine. Maybe I’m still sleeping and this is a dream. I officially live with him now and we’re looking at a place in New Orleans tomorrow… holy shit… when did this become my life?!

  Jessie is looking
into the bathroom mirror. I’ve just cut his hair and the kitchen floor is a mess, but it doesn’t look bad. I think I did pretty well actually. I cut enough that it no longer hangs to his shoulders, but still falls to his chin. He still has the sexy length and I can still wrap my hands in it.

  He turns around and winks at me as I’m waiting, about to have another panic attack. “I love it. I look even sexier like this! Thanks, woman!” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. Loose hair tickles my face.

  Wrinkling my nose at him, I blow to get the hair off of my nose. “You need a shower. You have hair everywhere. You like it though?”

  He pulls me in front of him and looks at both of us in the mirror. My short dark pixie cut next to his chin length blond waves… We’re striking.

  “I do like it. It’s different, but not too drastic. You did great, woman.” He spins me around and pins me to the counter, kissing me. He grabs my hips and nuzzles my neck. “Now, how about you help me wash my back before we pack up for the trip?”

  Laughing I step back and pull off my shirt. His gaze takes everything in. Calling over my shoulder as my pants and panties hit the floor, “You just going to drool or are you actually getting in?”

  I’ve never seen a man strip so fast.

  The next morning we’re leaving Baton Rouge and heading towards New Orleans by about eleven. We spent the majority of the morning lying in bed talking and fooling around. Jessie refused to head to Java and Sweeties to get me a coffee, because it was in the opposite direction, and we were late, so I made him swing through the drive through at CC’s Coffee to get me a Pumpkin Pie Latte. Moaning I take a sip. “Mmmm, heaven!”

  “Hey now! Don’t make those noises over a coffee. I like those noises saved just for me!” He reaches over and rubs the top of my hand.