Alluring Temptation (Bayou Stix #3) (7 page)

She texts back immediately.

“Chelsee

Awesome lover. On the way. XOXO”

Rolling my eyes, I get up to brush my teeth and unlock the front door. She knows the drill.

Ten minutes later, I hear giggling and the front door opening. The sound of the chain sliding back in place and then heels clicking against the hardwood as she makes her way to my bedroom, disturbing the quiet of the house. I’ve left my bedroom door open since I’m here alone, and I’m laying with my arms crossed behind my head. The bedside lamp is casting soft light throughout the room.

“Hey, Liam,” she says thickly. She’s apparently been drinking. I look up and the lamp has illuminated her in my doorway. She’s wearing a red corset, so her breasts are pushed way up and spilling over the top, a short black skirt that stops right below her crotch, and her legs are bare until they meet the sky-high black fuck-me heels on her feet. She has quite a bit of makeup on and her green eyes are popping out of her face, while her long dark hair is falling to her waist. She cocks her hip as she trails her hands down her body. My cock jerks to attention.

She shimmies into my room and stops a few feet from my bed. She smiles at me and pushes her skirt down. All she’s left in is a red lace see-through thong, the red corset, and the fuck-me heels. Turning her phone on, she selects something, and tosses it onto my nightstand as she starts to move to the beat of the song. She’s doing a striptease and my cock definitely wants to play.

As the sounds of Enigma rise and fall, so do her hands, until the corset is completely unhooked and she drops it to the floor with her back turned to me. She turns around and has her hands over her large breasts while she walks the remaining distance to the bed. As she reaches the bed, she bites her fingertip and then proceeds to lick it from fingertip to knuckle before sucking the whole thing into her mouth through her painted red lips.

My head is thinking of another part of anatomy.

She glances down and sees the large tent I’m sporting through my sweatpants and reaches down, smiling. Grabbing my waistband with both hands, she yanks and drags my sweats and boxers down. Once they are off, she flings them.

Then she slithers up my body running her mouth from my ankle to my hip. She bites the indentation of my “V” and then laves it with her tongue. I groan and my cock is twitching and jerking the closer she gets to it. Dammit, it needs some attention.

She treats the other leg and hip to the same torturous exploration and then she’s leaning over my straining dick. She licks her lips and the bright red lipstick glistens. Looking up at me, she lowers her mouth and takes me to the base. I feel myself twitch from the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. She starts to move. She’s bobbing her head and watching me the entire time. My eyes want to close so I can savor it, so I let them.

As her mouth moves up and down and she alternates between hard suction, licking, and gently scraping me with her teeth, I hold her head in place and fuck her mouth. She complies and is moaning along with me. I’m just about to explode when she releases me with a pop and kisses the tip of my saliva covered dick.

She climbs up my body and reaches over to the nightstand where she opens the top drawer and grabs a condom. Ripping it open with her teeth, she sits up and rolls it down me. Straddling me, she eases down and once I’m impaled to the hilt, she grabs the headboard, and rides me like she’s a bull rider and she’s in the championship. We’re both sweating, our bodies are sliding against each other, and within seemingly seconds, she’s convulsing around me. I feel her muscles clenching around my straining sheath.

My eyes are closed and in my head pops a vision… of Clove.
What the fuck?!

Opening my eyes, I see Chelsee with her head thrown back in ecstasy. She’s screaming out. “Oh, God. Yes… Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh.”

Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her over and over. I’m not being gentle, but we’ve never been gentle. She likes it a little rough. I can feel my orgasm start to build, so I grab her and flip us both, then, pulling out of her, I tell her to get on her hands and knees.

Her ass is in the air, her face is in the mattress, and her heels are still on. I thrust into her and start fucking her like she’s the last woman I’ll ever fuck. She’s moaning and screaming out in pleasure and the headboard is banging against the wall as I slam into her repeatedly. I am watching my dick disappear into her pussy over and over and I have to close my eyes as my orgasm nears. Just as it reaches the surface, Chelsee screams out with another orgasm. Right as I release, I see Clove in my mind, and my body explodes. “Arghhhhhhh. Fucking hell!” My release goes on and on. I slump over Chelsee and we both lay there spent. Our breathing is as rapid as if we’ve just ran a marathon. I look over at the girl next to me, but all I can see is another pretty girl… one who I kissed in the kitchen last night… one who is the pregnant, little sister of my one of my best friends… and one who hates me. Fuck me.

Miraculously, with my head spinning in confusion and a hard fucking out of my system, I fall asleep… with the image of Clove firmly cemented in my brain.

Clove

I
must have been exhausted last night. The last thing I remember is talking to Bradi, but now it’s morning and Dade is asleep at my bedside. Searching my tray table for my phone, I spot it and reach over. The clock says 6:17AM.

I hear a sleepy, “Whatimeisit, Sis?”

Looking over at my rumpled big brother I smile at him. He’s squinting and his dark hair is a mess since it’s come out of his hair tie. He stretches and I hear his back pop as I answer him. “About a quarter after six. Hi.”

He takes my hand and the deep brown eyes that mirror my own are staring into mine. He smiles slightly and squeezes my hand. “Hi. How are you feeling?”

I think about it for a minute. I stretch and feel my stomach. Smiling at him, I say, “I’m ok. We both are. I feel fine. I’m sorry you had to cut your trip short.”

Both of our hands are resting on my stomach and his eyes take it in. He looks at me and I see his eyes are glassy. “Liam called me frantic. You scared the hell out of us, baby girl.”

I shrug, “I know. I didn’t do it on purpose, Dade. I was scared too. But I’m really sorry I scared everyone and that they found out like this. I should have told them…”

He smirks at me and chuckles. “Yes, Bradi let me know quite loudly that I was an asshole and that she’d like nothing more than to shave my head and kick me in the balls for keeping it a secret.” He shudders. “Of course, Blue backed her up and the guys said they wouldn’t stop them if they came at me.” He shrugs. “Not that I’d blame them if our positions were reversed.”

Tugging on his hands gets him to look at me, I pull him to me, and he leans in and envelops me in his big arms and kisses the top of my head. Then, pulling back, he looks at me again with a question on his face. “What’s with the hair?”

Letting go of his hands, I reach for my head and grimace as my fingers tangle in the now long strands. “You don’t like it?”

He shrugs and says, “It’s pretty. It makes you look older though. You’ve had short hair now for as long as I can remember. Why the change?” He’s looking at me intently and I get the feeling this question is double-edged.

I shrug and straighten my back before answering him. “I just wanted something different. I’m an adult, Dade. I know I’m your baby sister, but I’m not a child. It’s ok for me to look like a woman, you know!”

His brow arches. “I never said you didn’t look like a woman. And I know you’re not a child. But you are my baby sister and I’m sorry, but it’s my prerogative to want to protect you.”

Sighing, I slump. He’s right. He’s protected me my whole life. He is my brother, but he’s also the closest thing to a father I’ve ever had. It’s not right that my care was thrust upon him and here I am acting like an ungrateful brat. “I’m sorry. I love you and I know you’ve had to be both brother and father to me. I love you for that. I love you for taking care of me.” I lean over and touch his face. Then I smile. “Now you get to be an uncle, too.”

He moves his hand and it hovers over my stomach as he hesitates. I smile at him and press it down. “You can’t feel anything yet. It’s too soon. I can’t even feel anything yet. But, look,” I grab the ultrasound photos from the tray table, “here are the photos of Baby Rodrigue from yesterday.” I hand them to him.

He takes them and smiles. “Baby Rodrigue. I like that.”

As my brother looks at the photos of my precious bundle, I get all choked up again and I start to sniffle.

Dade raises his head in alarm. “What’s wrong? Are you hurting? Do I need to call the nurse?”

Laughing through my sniffles, I say, “No. I’m pregnant, Dade. My hormones are insane. Everything makes me cry. I’m fine.”

He smiles at me. “Guess I’m going to have to get used to that.” Then, propping his hands on his knees and leaning forward in another stretch, he says, “You can pick a room out upstairs and we’ll start on the nursery soon.”

This makes me cry again. Standing up, he climbs into the bed with me and cradles me against his chest as I sob. He’s such an awesome big brother.

A knock at the door interrupts my cry-fest. A red head pops in and Dr. Bush says, “Good morning, Miss Rodrigue.” She looks at Dade and I see the appreciation on her face. “Hello, I’m Dr. Bush. I’ve been looking in on Miss Rodrigue during her stay with us.”

Dade smiles at the doctor as he slides out of the bed and stands up. “Hello, I’m Dade Rodrigue. I’m Clove’s brother. Thank you for taking care of her Dr. Bush.”

Dr. Bush’s brows disappear under her bangs. “Dade Rodrigue? Oh my.” Then she chuckles. “Suddenly it all makes sense. You’ve had the nurses in a stir all night, Mr. Rodrigue.”

His mouth drops open in shock.

The look on his face is epic. I can’t help it. I laugh. “Oh, Dr. Bush. That’s hilarious.”

She chuckles. “Well, I understand completely now.”

Dade sputters. “What? I’m sorry, what are you talking about?”

Dr. Bush laughs and it’s a beautiful sound. “You sir, are very attractive. All day yesterday people were finding reasons to visit this floor. I did not understand until someone in the cafeteria said that band members from Bayou Stix were up here.” She chuckles. “I don’t listen to your music, but my children do, and I know who you are. I do, however, know attractive men when I see them, and the men here yesterday were all gorgeous. You spent the night and the night shift nurses got a whole lot happier.”

Tears are rolling down my face in my mirth as I watch my brother, the famous rock star’s mouth open and close like a fish, with no words coming out.

He coughs and I laugh even harder. Dr. Bush winks at him. He’s still silent so she turns back to me. “You my dear, are all cleared to go home. I just need to check you over one last time and you need to keep your appointment with Dr. Bird, but as soon as I leave the room, I’ll start your paperwork to get you out of here. I know you’ll be much more comfortable at home.” She smiles. “Any questions?”

I shake my head and she says, “Ok, well good. You are free to resume normal activities, just be mindful of the fact that you are pregnant, so no heavy lifting. And no overtly wild sex, though you are free to resume normal sexual activity.” Dade starts choking and gets up and walks out of the room. Dr. Bush smiles and keeps talking though she’s trying to cover her smirk. “I’d like you to use this strainer at home. We’d like to test the stone once you pass it. It may be slightly uncomfortable when it passes, but you shouldn’t have any further pain.”

She hands me a white strainer and over her shoulder, I see Dade’s face blanch in disgust through the tiny window on the door. I chuckle.

Dr. Bush closes the curtain to give us some privacy while she completes her examination. In just a few minutes, she’s done. She takes my hand and squeezes it. “Good luck, Miss Rodrigue. I’m sure I’ll see you in passing. You have more than five months of pre-natal appointments to get through.”

I rest my hands on my stomach and smile as I thank her and she leaves the room. Dade comes back in and helps me get up. Once I’m dressed and clean out the room, he takes everything down to his car, and we wait for my discharge papers.

After a few minutes of both of us playing on our phones, Dade breaks the silence. “So, how was it while I was gone? You and Liam are both still alive, so that’s a good thing.”

I look up and he must see the shock on my face. “What? It was fine. Same as always. Why do you ask that? Did he say something?”

His brow arches. “Does he need to say something?!”

I feel my face burn. “Oh, um… well no. Just that we fought, as usual, and other than that… it was fine.” I can’t look at him. He’s so going to know I’m lying.

“Right… so why are you blushing and stuttering and picking at your nails?” He asks flatly.

I glare at him. “Oh, shut up!” I snap it out. His face registers his shock at my tone. I’m sick of everyone treating me like a child. “You left him in charge of me, like a damned babysitter. Hello!” I point at my stomach. “I’m knocked up. I’m not married. I’m not even with the creep who got me pregnant.” He opens his mouth to say something, but I wave my hand in his face, stopping him. “I am twenty-three years old, Dade. I’m obviously not a virgin. Nothing happened because we hate each other. He cannot stand me. And the feeling is completely mutual! However, if I decided I wanted to sleep with him or anyone else, then you could not stop me. That is my decision to make!”