THOMAS: Le Beau Brothers - New Orleans Billionaire Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates (Le Beau Series Book 4) (7 page)

“Are you feeling well enough to tell us what happened?” Cade asked.

“I offered to take out the trash while Julia finished up at the bar. I didn’t realize they were there until the first one jumped me from behind. They must have been laying in wait...”

That’s when it occurred to him...

“Babe, do you always take out the trash, or is that job shared between all the employees?”

She let out a snort at the idea Logan would lower himself to trash duty. “I do it.”

“Hell, no!” Lucas barked. “No one assaults our women.”

Julia looked confused. “I wasn’t the one attacked.”

“No, babe, but you were the one they expected. So, it stands to reason; you were the target.”

“Oh. I see.”

Isaac leaned forward. “Do you remember anything they said?”

“One thing was more than evident,” Thomas said as he took Julia’s hand. “They hate humans mating with shifters.”

Isaac nodded. “That’s been a long-held sentiment amongst the swamp shifters.”

Cade watched as Thomas snuggled Julia under his arm on the couch.

Grinning, he stood and helped Anna with her coat. “I think our work here is done.” Then his expression became serious. “Cher, I don’t like the idea of you taking out the trash alone for a while and I would prefer you didn’t open or close the bar alone either,” Cade suggested.

“I agree. It’s not safe, babe,” Thomas said as he caressed the soft skin of her inner wrist. “If Logan can’t be with you, call me. Either I or one of the guards, will be more than happy to help you open and close.”

She opened her mouth to object, but Thomas put a finger across her lips. “I need to know you’re safe. Please, humor me.”

Blushing, she nodded. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll do my best to not be alone at the bar or outside in the back.”

Isaac was helping Emma into her coat and gave a pointed look to his sons.

“We should head home,” Stefan said, getting to his feet.

“Yeah, I have things to do, too,” Marcus added.

“Oh, yeah. What they said.” Lucas grinned.

After they were gone, Julia covered her mouth and giggled. “They couldn’t have been any more obvious, could they?”

Thomas shook his head and laughed, “At least they’re gone.” Then, he pulled her in for a kiss.

“Tommy,” Julia drew back, “I think you need a shower.”

“What?” And then he noticed how bloody his shirt was. “Did I get some on you?”

Worried he had ruined her shirt, he scooted back to check the damage.

“Just a little. It’s okay, a little cold water and it will come right out. I have a robe you can use while I give your clothes a quick wash. Would you like me to get it for you?”

“Yes, thank you. Otherwise, once this dries, my shirt is going to be stiff and crunchy.”

“Ewww.” Julia scrunched her nose and laughed.

“By the way, I kind of like you calling me Tommy.”

“It’s the way I think of you, but if you’re just being polite, I’ll call you Thomas like everyone else.”

Thomas considered that for a minute. “No, I like it. But no one else better try calling me that. Only you have that privilege.” He stood and held out his hand to her, then let her lead the way.

The laundry was washing, and Tommy was in the shower, now she could relax for a minute. Julia settled back on the couch smiling and put her fingers to her lips. She could still taste Thomas, and she relished it. She'd never had a man kiss her the way he did. It was sinful and wicked and, oh, so wonderful.

Suddenly Lucinda’s face popped into her mind with a sour disapproving expression. She could already hear her mother screaming that Thomas was below her and unacceptable as her mate. Then she would start in on how he wasn’t the right kind of man for her and only a security guard. Her mother was going to have a seizure when she found out she'd kissed; never mind was mated to, a man as lowly as Thomas.

But that didn't matter to her. Thomas was perfect and by no means lowly. Why her mother couldn’t see the power he held not only in his position as head of security, but also in the gift he would receive when they completed the ritual, she had no idea.

*****

Ten minutes later, Thomas walked toward Julia, looking sexy as sin; towel slung low on his hips, robe hanging open, and hair damp and messy from the towel dry he’d given it.

“Sorry about the lack of fashion, babe. How long until my clothes are dry?”

Julia’s eyes grew heated as she took him in from head to very bare toes. “Clothes? Who needs clothes?”

Before Thomas could respond, a flash of night running lights from a boat caught his eye through the window. “You have a visitor.”

Julia looked toward the window frowning. No one should be at her house. It was late, and she was supposed to be on a date.

Mother?

Julia heaved an exasperated breath as she rolled her eyes at him. “Let me handle her.”

Thomas looked toward the window suspiciously. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. Her mother irritated him; she felt it immediately at the gathering. Hell, she irritated everyone, and knowing her mother’s propensity for dramatics and outbursts, she didn’t want Tommy to do or say anything he might regret. Not that she cared what he said to her mother, but Tommy might, and she didn’t want him to feel bad about it later.

With a single nod to show his agreement with her decision, he adjusted his robe as best he could as the deadbolt rattled mere heartbeats before Lucinda stormed into Julia’s living room. Her hair was flying willy–nilly around her shoulders as if it was alive, and rage colored her face a truly unique shade of red.

“What on earth are you thinking, young lady!”

“That I would like pasta for dinner?” Julia quipped

“You know darn well, I’m not talking about dinner. You used your gift tonight and made a spectacle of yourself.”

“Yes, I certainly did.” Julia let out a long, exasperated breath. Then her eyes narrowed on Lucinda. How did she know she’d used her gift? “There were a few swampers who needed to learn a lesson.”

Her mother snarled angrily at her reply, and then sniffed, wrinkling her nose like she smelled a skunk. As if Thomas wasn’t standing right in front of her. “Human. Why is there a filthy human in my house?”

“Because I invited him into ‘MY’ house,” she growled back, rubbing at the sudden pain she felt behind her eyes. “Do you mind if I take a look at your house key?”

Her mother frowned at her odd question but handed her the key anyway.

Without a word, Julia walked to the bathroom and flushed the key down the toilet.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Lucinda shrieked.

“Is this house on the land owned by the bar?”

“You know it is. Now, why did you do that?”

“Is the bar solely in my name?”

“Of course it is. And, again, you know that. What’s this about?”

“You are no longer allowed to barge into ‘My’ home uninvited, nor are you allowed to show up whenever you want to. You will call first and ask permission to come over or wait for an invitation. Then, and only then, will you be allowed into this house.”

“I will do whatever I please. I paid for this house and that bar.”

“Where the money came from matters little, whose name is on the deed is what’s important. You have no power or voice here on my property. Now, leave before I call the bouncer from the bar and have you forcibly removed.”

Her mother glared at her. “Don't get smart with me, young lady. I’m sure you don’t want your father to know the way you talk to me.”

“Ah, Mother. See, there you’re wrong. Go ahead and tell him. Then when he asks me why, I’ll fill him in on how you hate humans. Oh, and how you’ve been shopping both Krystal and me around to every pack in the state. What do you think he’ll say about ‘your’ behavior?”

Her mother curled her lip as she eyed Thomas, acknowledging him for the first time. “And what is that you have on, Thomas?” Lucinda virtually spat his name like a dirty word. “Don’t you possess clothes of your own?”

Cocking an eyebrow, he glanced down at the robe. He hardly looked like a homeless person; she was simply being vicious, and he knew it. Her nasty attitude made it imperative he mess with her.

“Haven’t you heard? Freshly showered is the latest thing in fashion.” He gave Lucinda a wicked grin and widened the gap in the robe across his chest to show a little more flesh. “Besides, Julia thinks I’m sexy dressed like this.” For added measure, he waggled his eyebrows at her.

“With that outfit and attitude,” she looked him up and down then sneered, “you should be working a corner somewhere.”

Thomas rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully. “That might be true, but the question is, ‘MOM’,” he turned left and then right to allow her a complete appraisal, “do I look like a cut–rate prostitute or a high–end escort?” Thomas emphasized the fact that he referred to her as his mother to rub her nose in a situation he knew she detested.

“You sure don't look like a hooker to me,” Julia purred as she wrapped an arm around his waist. “You look HOT!”

He smiled at her and gave her a playful whisker rub across her cheek as she giggled and wriggled away.

Her mother growled at their cozy behavior.

“Give it a rest, Mother. He's my mate and,” she kissed him solidly on the lips to emphasize her point, “I'm rapidly falling in love with him.”

Lucinda took a menacing step further into the room, and Julia felt Tommy adjust his stance as if he was preparing to fight her.

Glancing up at him, she patted his chest affectionately. “I got this, cher.”

Thomas relented but remained on the ready, glaring his own challenge at his soon to be mother–in–law. She made one threatening move and, mother–in–law or not, he would take her down.

“Were you hit on the head during your little bar fight?” Lucinda hissed. “You can’t mate...that,” she spat as she shook a finger at Thomas.

“Mother, I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. Your opinion means nothing to us. This is my life, not yours, and I'm living it without your interference. If you would like to be a part of it, mind your own business and keep your opinions to yourself. If not, that’s fine, too.”

Her mother’s beautiful face turned stony with suppressed fury. “No. You listen up. That bar doesn’t even come close to producing enough money to pay your bills. As it stands, I pay more of your monthly budget than that den of iniquity provides. So, little girl, I essentially own you. You mate this human, and you're through. I'll cut you off so fast, you won’t know what hit you.”

“No problem,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “I’ll mate Tommy tonight and we can pool our incomes. I don’t need your money or the strings attached to it.”

Her mother looked like she was going to lose her lunch. “You can’t live on his ‘rent-a-cop’ income.”

“Now, there you're wrong again and horribly misinformed, Mother. Tommy can and will, easily support me.”

Rage twisted Lucinda’s expression. “How dare you defy me. And for what?” She spat on the floor at Thomas’s feet. “A low-rent roll in the sack?”

“Now, that’s just nasty, Mother. This is about me and Tommy, my mate. My love life has nothing to do with you.”

She narrowed her eyes at Julia. “I’m cutting you off immediately.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not joking, Julia. I make one call, and you will know what it’s like to be poor.”

She snuggled deeper into Tommy’s arms and turned slightly to speak over her shoulder.

“So where would you like to live, cher?”

Thomas grinned at her and tightened his hold. “Well, we have this house, but it’s a bit far from Isaac. There's my brand new two–story, five–bedroom house on my family’s plantation. Or, I could build us a new house half way between the two. Although the ten million dollars Isaac deposited into my account, last week may not build a house large enough for my lady. For you, only the best will do. Maybe I should take Isaac up on his offer and utilize the family account, that has billions in it and I have unlimited access to use any of it as I see fit.”

Tapping his lips, he made a sucking noise with his teeth. “But you know, The Backwater is pretty far from the plantation and I hate the thought of you so far away from me. I think we should relocate the entire place closer to the royal compound and stay in my new house for a while until we make up our minds.”

“You think we can lift the whole place and place it on new pilings?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I'll get my architect on it, and we should be able to move in by the end of the month.”

Her mother's eyes were growing larger with each option. “Lies. All lies,” she screamed.

“What lies, Mother?” Thomas frowned.

“He's lying to you, Julia. Why would Isaac give a human who isn’t blood related to him in any way a cent. Heck, he’s lucky Isaac gave him a job at all. And stop calling me ‘Mother.’”

Thomas arched a brow at her mother. “I’m really beginning to think you don’t like me. It’s time for you to leave.”

Thomas gave Julia a quick kiss before he stepped around her and grabbed Lucinda’s arm.

Her eyes about bulged out of her head, and her jaw actually went slack. “Take your filthy hands off me!”

“See you around, Mother,” Julia smiled and waved. “And say hi to Daddy for me.”

It was the first time in her life she'd seen her mother tossed out of anywhere, and it felt great.

She took Tommy's hand as he closed the door on Lucinda’s still shrieking face. He flipped the deadbolt as a giggle bubbled up from her throat.

“This must be what it feels like to be truly free.”

He swung her around as they laughed like school children.

“You okay, babe? That was pretty harsh and intense.”

“I’m perfect. I finally feel happy. Really happy. It’s like a ton has been lifted from my shoulders, and if I’m not careful, I’ll float away.”

A new, uncharted future unfolded before her. No–before them. It was beautiful and filled with unlimited possibilities. And she was excited by the challenges and blessings ahead.

As they cuddled on the couch, she expected her phone to start ringing off the hook, but it remained silent. Apparently, her mother didn’t want her father to know what she’d been up to. That was okay – for now. 

Thomas tipped her chin to look into her eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Absolutely.”

Thomas turned her hand up and kissed the center of her palm. “So, didn’t we have a first date to enjoy?”

She gave him a saucy grin. “I vote we stay home and watch action movies instead. I’m all pumped up and could use a Die Hard marathon.”

Thomas gave her an amused grin. “You’re a Bruce fan? Now I know I’m in love.”

“Remember that when I want to watch a chick flick.”

As Thomas set up the movie, Julia made popcorn. She paused for a moment and sighed. As horrible as her mother could be, the little girl in her wanted her mother to change and be the loving parent she had been. She wasn’t sure what had happened to change her mother, but about one hundred years ago she started to go a little crazy, and now she was straight up insane.

I wonder if the healers can cure crazy?

“Goodbye, Momma,” she whispered to the empty kitchen.

She hoped one day her mother would be normal again, but she seriously worried it would never happen. The person she worried for the most was her father. They were mated, and if her mother died, he would, too. She wasn’t sure she could take losing her father.

Walking into the living room, she smiled at Tommy. Thank Goddess for him.

He reached out and took the bowl filled with popcorn so she could snuggle up beside him. “The price for the movie is a kiss,” he teased.

“I don’t know; that’s a pretty high price,” she teased back.

Laughing, he pulled her in for a long kiss that would have steamed the windows of his car.

Leaning his forehead against hers, he caught his breath. “Okay, it’s Die Hard time.”

Twenty minutes into the movie Thomas was dying to talk about their mating relationship; they had both seen the movie multiple times so why not talk, too.

“You know what I smell whenever you come near me?”

Julia glanced away from the TV and grinned. “What?”

“Freshly fallen snow. A crisp winter day in Denver.”

“Really?” Julia scrunched up her nose. “I’ve never even seen snow.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No. I’ve never left Louisiana.”

“First thing we do once we’re mated is go someplace with snow,” Thomas declared. “That’s just not right.”

Julia laughed at his distraught expression. “I smell warm spices, like cinnamon and nutmeg, when you come near.”

“Spicy,” Thomas nodded with a manly satisfied grin. “I like spicy.”

Julia gave him a playful swat on the arm. “Don’t let it go to your head, he-man.”

Thomas laughed and hugged her tighter to show just how strong and manly he was.

Were you able to sense me as your mate during the gathering, even though you’re still human?

Thomas liked using telepathy. Now he appreciated and understood the intimacy of that way of communication.

I had a strong attraction to you and couldn’t stop staring at you. And I caught your scent.
He thought it through further.
And we can talk telepathically, so, yeah, I guess so.

“No one else can smell your snowy perfume but me, right?” Thomas asked.

“Nope,” Julia grinned. “That’s reserved only for my mate.”

“Did you have a strong reaction to my voice? Cade said when the male shifter heard his mate’s voice; the effect is amazing. That your animal soul recognizes its other half.”

“Yeah, I did. It was pretty shocking; I’m surprised it didn’t knock me off my feet. But there’s really no way to describe it. The effect certainly assured me I had found my mate. You’re the only person who can complete me.”

“I know from talking to my mom that the mating is more permanent than any human wedding can ever be. That being said, she still had a wedding, but Rose and Simon chose not to, and then Stefan and El kind of did a quick wedding at the gathering. What do you want to do?”

“It’s true that a mate is like being married, and yet so much more. Since we were created to complete each other by each having the other’s half of a soul, once the pieces are joined there’s no separating that. I guess I need to think about the whole wedding thing. Until now I hadn’t given it much thought.”

“To tell the truth, neither have I. I never felt anything more than physical attraction for a woman before I met you. So, there was no reason to think about getting married. Is that because I was destined to be your mate? Did my half of the soul prevent me from getting too attached?”

“Maybe.” Julia thought about it and then added.  “I would bet it did.”

“I’m really excited to be able to shift. Is the mating ritual the same for me? Or is it different when the man is human, and the woman is the shifter?”

“It’s still the same except I will recite the words first since I’m the shifter. Has any of the guys described the claiming to you? I’m sure you understand being a mate and the combining of our souls, right?”

“Cade and mom explained a little when we first found out she was a shifter, but, needless to say, they didn’t go into details. That would have been too many levels of wrong.”

“As far as the ritual goes, when we do it, it’s going to be a little backward. Usually, the man says the first part and the woman says the second, but, since I’m the shifter, I’ll say the first part. There are several parts to the ritual.”

“Hold that thought. Let me grab a pen and paper so I can write everything down. Since I wasn’t imprinted with the ritual words I’ve heard about, I’ll need to memorize them.”

“Ready?”

“All set.”

“First there is the request, where I ask you formally if you will give yourself to me to make me complete. I will ask you:

‘Will you give yourself, body and soul, to complete this woman and her wolf?

‘Will you unite your life with mine, bond your future with mine, and merge your half of our soul to mine, and in doing so complete the mating ritual?’

“The second part is your response,

‘I will give myself, body and soul, to complete you as a woman and a wolf.

‘I will unite my life with yours, bond my future to yours, and merge my half of our soul with yours.