Alluring Seduction (Bayou Stix)

by Turner, Skye

  She’s rambling. Why is she nervous?

  I pull out a chair and straddle it as she takes a seat at one of the bistro tables. “Yeah. It’s pretty great. I love it here. The sights, the sounds, the smells.” At her look, I laugh. “Ok, not all of the smells. Piss and vomit on the streets during Mardi Gras I can probably do without.” The look of revulsion on her face cracks me up. “I love that you can walk through so much culture and history here and the abundance of some of the best musicians in the world is unimaginable. It’s so culturally diverse and has so many different cultures woven into one. It’s so unique. So New Orleans.” I look around me and smile. I really do love it here.

  “Why do you say it like that?” She asks curiously.

  “What? Say what like that?” I’m lost. What did I say?

  “You say it like its one word. It flows together. You say Nawlins. Isn’t it New Orleans?”

  Chuckling, I answer. “Only to tourists.”

  “Oh, well I need you to teach me how to say it correctly.” She smiles the smile that makes my knees give out. Thank God I’m sitting down already. I nod at her as she says, “I don’t want to sound like a tourist.”

  We hear the amusement in his voice as another chair is pulled out. “Don’t let Jessie fool you. He’s a tourist too.” He sits down and turns to Blue. “Rich Collins. And you are?”

  Blue laughs. “Blue Delaney. Nice to meet you.” Smiling at him, she says, “I loved your music back there. You’re very rock with a jazz and soul undertone. You kind of remind me of Trent Reznor too, but you’re original. I enjoyed it.”

  He grins and shakes my hand. “Thank you little lady. Quite a compliment. I’m glad you liked it. So, who are you to this guy?”

  Shaking my head, I mutter, “Subtle, Rich. Real subtle.” But, I wait for Blue to answer him.

  She looks at me with an arched brow, I shrug back, and she smiles. “I’m his girlfriend.”

  Rich chokes on his beer. Slapping him on the back and hitting my knee I laugh. “You ok there, man? Don’t die. Your wife will kill me if you leave her with all those kids!”

  Grabbing my arm, he laughs again. “I’m good. You just shocked me. His girlfriend… Seriously, this beautiful woman is your girlfriend?” He looks back at Blue with amusement. “Do you actually know him?” He jerks his head at me. Asshole.

  Laughing so hard she has to grab her stomach, she answers him. “I do. I have for a long time. Though until recently all I wanted to do was punch him in the face.” She snorts. How the hell is even that sexy?

  Rich snorts too. “Really, that is awesome. How do you know him?”

  I answer before she can. “She worked for Rock Hard Magazine. She was the lead reporter.”

  He whistles. “Rock Hard Magazine, sweet. Quite a gig. You worked for them? As in past tense?”

  She nods her head and drains her drink. “Yes. I no longer work there.”

  “I’ve heard they’re jerks anyway.”

  I stand up. “I’m going get another drink. Blue, you want another one or something else? Rich, you good?”

  He tips his beer to me and says he’s fine. Blue asks for another of the same. I leave them out in the courtyard saying I’ll be back.

  Blue

  Jessie leaves to get our drinks. I like his friend Rich. He’s very charming and seems like a lot of fun. I’m also not worried because Jessie mentioned a wife and a few kids. He is attractive though.

  “So, Blue… how long have you been with Jessie?”

  “Not that long. I was on the last tour with them for the magazine and towards the end of the tour, we sort of got together.” I laugh as I think back on all that’s transpired over the past month.

  He’s watching me, but not in a creepy way, more like taking me in. “You love him.” It’s a statement, not a question. I nod and he continues. “You must be something special. I’ve known Jessie for over twenty years.” He leans back in his chair and balances it on two legs. “I’ve never been introduced to a girlfriend before. In fact, I’ve never been introduced to any woman he’s been with.” The chair comes forward and he rests his elbows on the table as he continues. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  I nod again. “I do. He loves me.” My smile explodes across my face. I still can’t believe that.

  Rich smiles back. “Well, I’ll be damned. If he’s told you that… I’ll just be damned. I’m happy for you both. He’s a good guy.”

  “He is. He still has his moments when I could smack him, but he’s an amazing man.” I stare into the distance before turning back to Rich. “So, Rich, is this all you do?”

  “What? Sing in bars?” At my nod, he answers. “No, not really.” He snickers.

  From behind his back another beer is placed in front of him. My drink is set down too. Jessie grabs a chair and straddles it. “Got you another one anyway. And no, Blue. Rich is part of a rock band of sorts. Bayou Stix for babies.”

  “What? A rock band for babies?!” Looking at Jessie sharply, I check to make sure he’s not drunk. “Are you being serious?”

  Rich starts to answer. “I’m in a band.”

  Jessie answers at the same time. “He’s in a kid’s rock band. I hear they’re pretty good. The short people love them. Hell, some tall people love them too.” He’s smirking the whole time. “If I had kids, I’d probably think he was cooler than he is too.” He winks at Rich.

  Rich laughs. “I’m part of The Brainstormers. We’re a kid’s rock band, yes.”

  Jessie puts his hand on my thigh and says, “They rock out about letters, and numbers, and manners.”

  “Really, maybe I should download you a copy if they teach about manners.” I retort in exasperation. “Really, Jessie!?”

  Rich cracks up. “I like this one. I like her a lot. You should keep her!” Then standing up, he says he needs to get back inside and asks if I mind if he drags Jessie up on stage with him. I say I don’t and we all head back inside.

  Jessie plays with the band the rest of the night and I tap my feet and dance to the music. I don’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a night more. At one point, another drink appears at my table and the pretty bartender winks and walks away.

  Once we head back to the condo and Jessie unwraps his “present” and worships my body all night, I decide I owe Bradi a really good Christmas present!

  I really do love Nawlins.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Jessie

  Blue and I have spent the past two days exploring New Orleans. She’s taken to the city like I never expected. I took her on the Haunted History Tour, though I’ve been several times over the years. She went all “fan girl” at one point because we passed one of those vampires she watches on TV in the street. Apparently they’re filming a spinoff series in town. Great, more vampires. He was actually a very cool, British dude. Nice guy and Blue was acting like our fans act around us. It was hilarious to see her out of her element like that, though I could have done without her drooling over him right in front of me.

  We get the keys to our townhouse on Monday, so we’re both floating on cloud nine. The rest of the gang will be here in about two hours to kick off the weekend’s festivities, so we’re straightening up the condo. I’m making a run to the liquor store while she lays out the goodies we grabbed at Central Grocery earlier.

  There’s a noticeable bounce in my step and I’m smiling like a loon. People everywhere are smiling back as they hustle past me. I pass a little shop and the Christmas window display catches my eye. I decide to stop for a minute and take a closer look.

  After twenty minutes, a bit of haggling, and an autograph, I walk out the door with the treasure tucked into my jacket. I find myself whistling and wonder when did this happy, content man become me?!

  I load up on every imaginable alcohol known to man and pay extra to have it delivered to the condo in an hour. Blue told me to make sure I get some of the girlie flavored vodkas, so I bought one of every flavor. She specifically wanted a peppermint
one.

  I can hear the beat of music coming from inside the condo from the street. As I walk in, I can’t help but stop and stare. Blue is in tiny cotton shorts and a tight t-shirt and she’s dancing around the house, singing Luke Bryan as loudly as she can. Her hips are swaying and her hands are raised above her head.

  She turns and sees me in the entryway. She screams. “Jesus, Jessie! You scared the shit out of me!”

  I laugh as she runs across the room and turns the music down. “Sorry. But that was so sexy!”

  She smirks, but flips me off. “You just took ten years off of my life, asshole!”

  Still laughing, I stalk her across the room. Her eyes widen as she understands my intent. She turns to bolt just as I reach her. Swooping her up, I throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass, which is peeking out of the bottom of those impossibly short shorts. “Asshole, huh?”

  Squirming, she laughs. “Ok. I’m sorry. Put me down, Jessie. I’m too heavy.” Still wriggling, her breasts are brushing against my back.

  I slap her ass again. “Shut up. You’re not too heavy.” I toss her onto the couch and follow her down. “Happy?” Pressing my jean covered legs against her bare ones. The thin t-shirt she’s wearing clearly shows the lace pattern of the bra she has on. My leather jacket must be cool against her skin because I can clearly see her nipples beading. Groaning, I capture her mouth and grab her legs, wrapping them around my waist. She pulls my jacket off and tosses it without breaking the kiss.

  Pulling on her so she leans up, I break our kiss and pull her shirt off. Smiling, she pulls on mine too. “Oh no, if I’m getting naked, so are you.” I help her out, grabbing it and pulling it from the back, flinging it. Her nails rake my chest and she leaves marks. I gasp. Leaning up, she bites my nipple and flicks my nipple ring with her tongue. With every pull of her mouth, my cock jerks. She chuckles and trails her nails down my stomach until she pulls open my jeans and plunges her hand inside. As her hand wraps around the straining girth, I slip my own hand into her panties and find my favorite spot. My fingers encounter her wetness and I spread it around while scraping her clit with my nail. Her back arches and she squeezes me tightly.

  “No playing. No teasing, just fuck me. Now. Right now. Hard. I need you, Jessie.” Her head is moving from side to side and she’s writhing.

  Ok, I can do that.

  “Ok. You want it hard and fast, I’ll give it to you hard and fast.” Pulling her up and pushing her against the arm of the couch, I rip her shorts down and off. She kneels, spreading her thighs, waiting for me. Pushing my jeans down just to my hips, I position my head at her entrance. “Hold onto the couch!” She does and I slam into her. We both groan as I move. Every thrust brings my sack against her ass cheeks and she’s pushing back as hard as I’m pushing forward.

  “God, yes. Fuck me. Give me that cock dammit. Hard…. Agh.”

  “Blue, dear God. I’m not going to last. Tell me when you’re cumming. Dear, God!” My arms are braced on each side of hers as I plunge my ever-growing cock into her tight sheath. How the hell does this get better every fucking time?

  Her back arches and she screams. “JESSIE… FUCK… I’m cumming.” Her muscles are squeezing me so tight, I think my dick is going to fall off. It sends me over the edge and I grunt with my own orgasm. I just keep cumming. “G…A…H!”

  I pull out, but lay on top of her where’s she’s slumped over the arm of the couch. We both just breathe. Finally, she says, “Get off of me. You’re crushing me.” Somehow I’m able to move. Pulling her with me, we lay on the couch and my arms are around her. Sex with this woman is insane.

  I laugh.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You make me nuts… We’re half naked on the couch. Again. My jeans aren’t even off. Mind blowing sex, again. No bed, again. One day, I swear I’m going to take my time.”

  She laughs too. “You’re an animal. Are you capable of making love in a bed? Not that I’m complaining, by any means.”

  Sitting up, I beat my chest. She rolls her eyes. I pull her in and kiss her. “No, you aren’t, for sure. ‘Fuck me. Hard. Give me that cock.’ Where is that coming from, my foul mouthed woman?”

  “Hell if I know. I’ve never been like this in bed before. I’m completely uninhibited with you.” She blushes and tucks her chin against her chest.

  Pulling her face up, I exclaim, “Well, don’t stop. I like it. A lot. And I like that you’ve only done it with me even more.”

  She grabs my face and plunges her fingers into my hair, meshing her mouth with mine. I’m so glad she didn’t cut it too short!

  Breaking away, she looks at me. “We need to get dressed. I don’t want to be sitting on the couch naked, leaking cum when everyone walks in. I’d also prefer that Lexi, Bradi, and Erik not see firsthand that magnificent dick of yours!” She winks and cracks up.

  It’s my turn to blush. I throw a couch pillow at her.

  Blue

  We get the living room back in order just as the others arrive. Erik, Alec, Bradi, and Micah rode together. Ten minutes later, Dade walks in with Cruz, Liam, and Clove. The first thing he says is, “Where’s the damn alcohol? I need a fucking drink after being trapped in a car with those two!”

  Jessie and I look at each other before we look at Cruz who’s nodding towards Liam and Clove. “Um, what the hell?” I ask Cruz.

  He shrugs. “I honestly have no idea. All I know is those two have been screaming at each other for over an hour.”

  They’re still arguing. “You’re an arrogant asshole! Newsflash, everyone doesn’t have to like you Liam. Every freaking woman on the planet doesn’t think your God’s gift!”

  Liam snaps back, “I never said they did! I told you I was sorry you walked in on that. What the fuck else do you want?”

  I decide to break it up. “Hey Clove and Bradi, come with me. I want to show you what I found for Lexi.” Both girls look at me and with one last withering glare at Liam, Clove heads my way. Liam shoots me an exasperated look. I nod at Jessie and he heads over to talk to him.

  Once we’re in the bedroom Jessie and I have been using, I close the door. Clove sits on the bed and Bradi slumps onto the window bench. “Clove, what the hell was that? What’s going on?”

  She shakes her head. “Nothing. Everything. I just hate rock stars. I hate the way they treat women. I know my brother is one and I know that you’re with Jessie… but, I just hate it.” She’s pulling the fabric of her shirt so hard, the hem is unraveling.

  Something is seriously wrong here. Bradi and I exchange glances. Bradi speaks up. “Clove, no offense, but that’s bullshit. These guys are all rock stars, but they’re also really great guys. Every single one of them. Sure they do some fucked up shit sometimes, but hell, so do we.” She points at me. “She freaking wanted Jessie, but was making out with Liam and all over him on the dance floor, just to make Jessie jealous.”

  Clove’s head whirls around and she looks at me with her huge brown doe eyes. I open my mouth, “Now wait a damned minute… I was wasted and I didn’t know what Liam was going to do…”

  Bradi waves her hands and points to herself, effectively cutting me off. “I’ve broken up with Micah ten times in seven years. I’ve even had sex with someone else because I didn’t want to love him as much as I do. I’m not a rock star, but my point is, we’ve all done fucked up, stupid shit.” She levels her with her green eyes, “So, what’s this about?”

  Clove’s eyes fill with tears. “I hate men. I hate all men. I think I should become a lesbian. Erik and Alec are gay and they are deliriously happy.”

  Bradi and I both drop our mouths in shock and look at her. Finally I find my voice. “Hunny, why do you hate men? Because of that loser you were dating in L.A.? You can’t judge all men off of him.” Walking over, I put my arm around her. Bradi comes from the other side and takes her hand.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know.” She’s shaking. What the hell is going on with her? “That was horrible. I never even suspected h
e would, or could, do something like that. And Liam… he’s so male. He’s all over the place. I try to stay out of his way, but I always seem to be where he is.” She’s fisting the sheets and I can see half moons in her palms from her nails. “Last night, I was cleaning up and I went into the sunroom to bring some glasses back. He was in there with two women. I didn’t expect to see that. I dropped the glasses, they all stopped and looked at me. I ran to my room. He came find me and apologized two hours later.” She’s wringing her hands. “I know I shouldn’t be shocked and I’m not a prude or anything, but seriously, two women… in the middle of the room… in my brother’s house?!”

  Sighing I hug her. She’s a woman, but still so young. She’s very sheltered, even after living in L.A. “Clove, Liam is a gorgeous man. Not to mention a single, rock star. I doubt either of the women were unwilling. It sucks, but it happens. Don’t judge him though, ok? He’s a good man. I know this personally.”

  “I don’t want to know.” She’s shaking her head so hard, her hair is whipping into her face. “I’d rather just keep my distance.”

  Our conversation is halted as the door opens. “I was told I could find you three in here. What are y’all talking about? And why is there no alcohol?” Lexi smiles at all three of us and we can’t help but smile back at the radiant joy on her face. She bounces across the room and hugs us. “I can’t wait to hear about you and Jessie’s trip so far.” Pointing to Bradi, she says, “You need to fix us girls some drinks! Slacker!”

  “I have your slacker, you bitch!” Laughing we leave the heavy conversation in the bedroom and all head out to the main part of the house to mingle with the boys and have some drinks.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jessie

  After an afternoon of drinking and cutting up, everyone decides it’s time to get ready and hit the Quarter for some food and fun. The girls head into our room to get ready and I’m designated to the rest of the condo with my clothes for tonight. I don’t even get to shower in my own bathroom. Is this what being in a committed relationship is like? I realize I’m good and it doesn’t bother me.