If you love those dark and dangerous heroes you will be thrilled with Lucas.
CREOLE BLUES
By
Jewel Adams
Brittney Massey keeps her life as rising Jazz singer Kat Boutie and her true identity as a rancher’s daughter separated. That is until New Orleans’ mafia King Lucas Cortine sets his sights on her. Brit’s surrender under Lucas’ spell is a night filled with erotic passion and memories that haunt the woman Lucas claims.
She may sing the evocative Cajun lyrics as if she were born in the Louisiana bayou country, but Brittney refuses to be Lucas’ woman. The danger that comes with the man won’t stop her. Determined to break free of Cortine, Brittney charges headlong into witnessing her lover murder a DEA agent!
Brittney faces enemies at each turn and Cortine’s bounty hunter Mark Maitland brings them right to her door. Her failure to escape Lucas could cost Brit’s life, but will her heart survive the man she gave her virginity to!
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-935048-02-2 1-935048-02-3
Word Count: 40,000
By
Jewel Adams
Brittney Massey keeps her life as rising Jazz singer Kat Boutie and her true identity as a rancher’s daughter separated. That is until New Orleans’ mafia King Lucas Cortine sets his sights on her. Brit’s surrender under Lucas’ spell is a night filled with erotic passion and memories that haunt the woman Lucas claims.
She may sing the evocative Cajun lyrics as if she were born in the Louisiana bayou country, but Brittney refuses to be Lucas’ woman. The danger that comes with the man won’t stop her. Determined to break free of Cortine, Brittney charges headlong into witnessing her lover murder a DEA agent!
Brittney faces enemies at each turn and Cortine’s bounty hunter Mark Maitland brings them right to her door. Her failure to escape Lucas could cost Brit’s life, but will her heart survive the man she gave her virginity to!
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-935048-02-2 1-935048-02-3
Word Count: 40,000
CREOLE BLUES
Prologue
The wet warmth from the face cloth soothed away the raw feeling consuming Brit’s vagina. A night of passionate love making with this man proved to be more than anything she expected. Her head fell back as Lucas’ gentle touch once again moved over her clit. The water from the shower flowed through her hair and she wondered if she would ever stop wanting his touch on her.
Pellets of water sparkled like diamonds as they hit against his tan muscled back. Her heart squeezed, humbled, seeing him kneeling before her, touching her as if he revered her. Brittney closed her eyes and let the feelings take over, no thoughts, no worries…no fears.
If only it were that simple. She could love this man, but dare she let herself? He personified danger and power and she’d just let him take her virginity. And now he washed her as if she were made of glass and all Brit could think of was how much she wanted to feel him make love her to again. It didn’t matter that the sane part of her screamed to run, run far and fast and never look back. No, Brittney wanted him to ravish her once more, plunge the full length of his cock into her tender sex until he touched her womb and ignited waves of pure sexual vibrations.
His lips pressed against her clit and she moaned in ecstasy as his tongue traced the passionate nub. When his lip covered it and sucked in her very essence Brit felt as if she would melt beneath his onslaught of sensations. She braced her hands on his strong shoulders, his hands held the back of her thighs to halt her sway and hold her to his bidding. The water running over them heightened the experience, tingling and trailing down her skin in much the same way his tongue played over her sex.
When the tip of his tongue drove into the opening of her canal Brittney started to quiver over the erotic shock and his name rushed pass her open lips in a breathless whisper, “Lucas, my Lucas…”
CHAPTER 1
Discovery
“How do you want your eggs?”
“Over medium, no runny stuff.”
Giving the gruff driver a shot at an attempted smile. “Right, got it.”
Ignoring the crude calls from the other table, Brits’ gaze drifted past the dust covered glass window panes to the early morning sky. So much for wide open spaces…
“Order Joe, and tie them down.” Biting her lip to stop from voicing her displeased thoughts, Brittney wondered what could be worse in the morning than facing a grumpy cook and tables full of bleary eyed truck drivers and drifters. They probably chewed rusty nails for lunch.
I want my life back. The words screamed through her mind.
“Hey, how about some coffee?”
Closing her hand about the pot handle, she took a second to hide her emotions and gather her mask. “Sure…want a menu?”
“Coffee will do.”
Brittney nodded, never raising her eyes from the counter to the unusually soft spoken and rather sexy low voice.
“A smile would help brighten the morning.”
She knew better than to return his request. One polite jester made these creeps think they owned you.
Maitland’s frosty brown eyes followed the trim aloof figure that issued its snub, confirming his impression that this delicate creature didn’t belong in this excuse for a truck stop.
Nursing his coffee, he wondered if maybe this lead had been all wrong. After days of searching the area for any clue that this woman was Kat Boutie, he failed to expose her identity.
Shielding his curiosity, Maitland’s scrutiny shifted from the woman’s beautiful features. She did a good job of deliberately camouflaging the natural grace in her facial features. She was about the right height, 5’ 4” maybe 5” and she had those brilliant blue eyes. She wasn’t blonde. In fact, that rich healthy tan and sun streaked auburn hair forbade picturing her as a sultry platinum type. But it was her, Kat Boutie.
Mentally shaking himself, Maitland found it hard to place the icy waitress in silk gowns and flashy stage costumes. She looked more like the jean and tee shirt type, yet he didn’t have any problem picturing her in those sexy baby doll nighties.
No, those long shapely legs and luscious thighs would be a pleasurable sight in any man’s bed. Maitland blinked, cursing the large shadow of reality that intruded on the vision. Looking at her more openly he could see her with Lucas Cortine.
Two-thousand miles from New Orleans, his whore didn’t run far enough to escape that man. Maitland refused to acknowledge or question his part in finding her for the crime boss, remembering their last meeting…
“Misunderstandings happen all the time between…”
The word left unspoken said it all. Cortine’s latest whore fled the posh coop.
“She’s very important to me Maitland.”
“She obviously doesn’t want to be found.”
Maitland watched the controlled anger vibrate through Cortine’s powerful build emphasized by the sharp cut of his expensive suit. The heavy Cajun accent grew thick under the force Cortine used to control his rage. Yeah, the man hated that the flower of New Orleans dumped him.
“Kat is an emotionally vibrant woman and she has let her jealousy rule.”
Maitland didn’t like Cortine’s slick excuse. “Most womEn cool off sooner or later.”
When the angry snap of Cortine’s dark eyes refocused on him, Maitland could understand why the woman ran.
“My Kat is also stubborn. So much so, Mr. Maitland, that I fear she will never let me explain our unfortunate misunderstanding. The reason I need your services is that Kat also knows my associates too well to let them get close to her.”
“And if she refuses to come back?”
“I’ve heard that you can be very persuasive…if the price is right.”
So he didn’t care how Maitland got her back. Most the time Maitland didn’t either. Being a bounty hunter, most of his prey ran from him not to him. But Kat Boutie wasn’t a fugitive. Except maybe in Cortine’s eyes.
“Fifty thousand upon delivery.” Cortine haplessly tossed an envelope on the desk.
Maitland clenched his teeth to keep his jaw from falling open and peered directly into the man’s eyes.
“There’s ten thousand for expenses, over and above your fee.”
Maitland never hesitated to take a job. He didn’t have to like Cortine, that wasn’t part of the contract. Hell, no one could like the man. The king of the New Orleans’ darker side of life, his mob connections weren’t something new, every city had what the man represented. Even the police looked the other way to avoid this man. The general consensus being he was better than what might take his place.
So where did Kat Boutie fit in with the crime boss?
“If you doubt my sincerity Maitland, believe me when I say my enemies don’t need any incentive to find Miss Boutie.”
Truth from the master of deceit? Maitland couldn’t find any argument in what the man allowed him to see.
“Kat is special. She is not what you think or what anyone believes.” The dark suit strained under the pressure Cortine maintained on his emotions. The silence seemed to go on forever as the man stood looking out the window causing Maitland to wonder if the man forgot his presence in the room.
“She’s not my woman. Not like the others. Kat unknowingly set the rules.” Turning, Cortine looked at Maitland, as if studying him. “Have you ever touched enchantment, pure beauty, Mr. Maitland?”
Without thought, Maitland answered the intense question. “No, never.”
“Kat’s both. She can make a man question things in himself that he never should find.”
Feeling uncomfortable by Cortine’s unexpected revelation, Maitland shifted, breaking the spell that the man fell into.
Cortine turned and faced Maitland, again cold confidence glared back at him. “I want you to find her so I can stop her from getting hurt.”
The man’s announcement came too hard to toss off.
“Maitland, I heard two things about you. You are the best hunter out there, I need you for that. I also heard that you are a nut case around women,” he looked directly into Mark’s eyes before going on, “if you lay one finger on her I will kill you, Maitland.”
“Fifty thousand covers a lot of reasons,” he muttered aloud.
“More coffee?”
Raising his gaze, he captured the waitress’ misty blue stare. For a second her wall fell and Maitland dwelled in the illuminating crystal pools.
“Yeah.”
When he felt her pull back from his invasion, his fingers gripped the cup to stop himself from reaching out to make her stay.
Brittney nodded, berating herself for breaking her own rules, the first being, never make eye contact!
Damn, she needed to quit this job. If only…regrets were a waste of time. Surviving is what counted.
He figured staying any longer might be too obvious. Maitland left a dollar on the counter, deciding that she’d find it. He’d come back at lunch, maybe if she saw him again she’d unfreeze a bit. Somehow, he held little faith in that prospect. He needed to decide on how to take her back to New Orleans. She sure wouldn’t jump in his car.
Brit watched the confident strides of the tall stranger going out the door. She continued writing the order the two guys rattled off. He didn’t move like the rest of them, no swagger, more like a circle…of danger surrounded him. The image brought with it the familiar prick of warning.
* * * *
“So? Did you get the distributor cap?”
“Tomorrow, Dad.”
“Can’t cultivate the fields without it.”
“Wasn’t much business at Joe’s this morning.”
“You shouldn’t be working there at all.”
Keeping the censor out of her voice, “Won’t be for much longer.”
Leaving him to mumble into the antiquated engine, Brittney needed to work off her own anger. Her father didn’t mean to criticize. Outside the barn, she blew up at her damp bangs. “Neither of us would be in this position if you’d banked the checks I sent,” she said aloud.
Be it pride or pure orneriness, Jess Massey had refused his daughter’s money. Until I was here in person to shove it down your throat, at least he didn’t start ranting on about ‘ill begotten’ harvest again.
Brittney wished Dad could open his mind up a bit so she could tell him she never did any of the things his accusing glances believe. She mounted her mare and headed out to check on the stretch of fence line by the highway, failing to keep the memories away over her one true mistake.
Like the illusive notes in the swamp, he called out to her. She couldn’t remember how long she fought answering those commanding eyes. The way they always followed her, silently vanquishing her denial under their possessive light. Like the light beneath the waters’ surface that drew the unsuspecting fish. The forbidden aura that surrounded Lucas Cortine seemed to pull her within its radius, until it closed behind her, trapping her in his far reaching circle of light. Days to weeks then months and always Lucas stalked her. He was danger. She’d always felt its essence in the subtle movement of his corded muscles, such a powerful body. The dark sulking expression he always wore in his guarded gaze. His eyes seemed to reflect the swamp, the untamed life thriving in the darkened depths.
She remembered how he stirred a wild excitement inside her, one that even then came singed in fear. The fear became the obstacle that held her back from him. But she still hungered to have his lips cover her own. She wanted to taste the promise of their wild possessive passion. Only once did she permit her barriers to fall, allowing him to come close, to touch her in his seductive fever.
One kiss should not have held that kind of power. The very strength of his hold prevented her from turning away. That night Brittney explored the passion Lucas so easily released inside her. The memory seemed to live with her and Brit couldn’t stop it from overtaking her once again…
“My beautiful Kat, you weave your magic with your lovely voice and captured my heart from the first note.”
She fell captive beneath the caress of his masterful touch. All thoughts of stopping the fire he brought to life in her disappeared when his lips smothered her weak protest as their tongues battled. Lucas’s dominance began Kat’s voyage into a world of sensations she never expected to encounter and to feel them from a man of such power lent an air of innate danger to their intimacy.
When his exploration of her body reached her heat, Lucas kissed away the fear in her breathless protest. The very touch of his finger over her clit sent her arching into the waiting palm of his hand. Where she once pushed against his massive chest she now buried her fingers into his thick hair and held his lips to hers, wanting more, demanding everything this magnificent man wanted to give her.
Making love with Lucas no longer held questions, Brit wanted to feel this man possess her, love her with the power in his grasp. “Love me Lucas, hold me and show me what I mean to you.”
His answer seared across her lips as his hands held her to be devoured. She looked into his dark impassioned eyes and knew she didn’t mistake their possessive light. Lips and hands moved to her breast. Brittney felt as if the flames of pleasure would consume her.
An instance of jealousy hit Brit when she wondered how many other women Lucas made love to. Her nails dug into his shoulder, his gaze locked with her as if he knew her thoughts. A wicked smile graced his lips before he lowered his head and lathed his tongue across the tip of her aroused nipple. Brittney sucked in her breath over the sensation he knowingly sent through her. On her own, her hips rose to press her vaginal heat against the aroused power of his cock. Lucas pressed down in answer, pinning the dancing power against her clit and her slick velvet folds. Brit’s soft moans of pleasure deepened his sucking on her breast, driving her crazy under the bombardment of exotic fire.
The sexual heat encompassed her to the point that she became the aggressor and Lucas’s awareness came in his muffled groan of pleasure as he pulled her with him and Brittney found herself lying on top of Lucas. In heady awareness, Brit gloried in their reversed role.
Her hands and nails raked down the wall of his tight chest muscles. Watching the way his flesh moved beneath her touch forced her tongue out to absently trace her lips in anticipation. She could feel his intense gaze watching her every move and when her sultry look met his, she smiled over the haze of sexual bliss overtaking this man. Brit deliberately worked her hips to capture his cock and she rode up, then down the solid, pulsing length. Love drops from the swollen tip of its head lubricated the path as they mingled with her lush fluids. Brittney never realized how sensual it could feel to ride a man’s cock, she’d never been so turned on. But then she’d never felt a cock against her sensitive flesh before and it felt wild and sexy and she wanted more!
Brittney’s lusty squeal filled the air as Lucas once again moved her, this time she knew he would remain in control. His voice came across, heavy in his Cajun accent.
“Teasing a man like me can be dangerous, Cher.”
“I never said I was teasing, Lucas…love me.”
He held her unwavering gaze for a long time, searching hers. Brittney caught her bottom lip between her teeth when at last his head lowered, her eyes closed as his tongue traced their softness as if beckoning for entrance. Slow and heavy he captured her lips, taking his time to rediscover their wanting welcome.
As he mastered her lips, his hands moved her hips into position. She moaned in ecstasy as his hand once again covered her vagina. She instantly arched to his caress, only now Lucas wanted more than to play with Brittney. His finger drew out the warm fluids to lubricate the entrance to her sex. Her eyes opened to look into the intense depth of his waiting gaze. He wanted her to know what this meant to him and her head started a slow shake to deny the unspoken claim his gaze darkened to.
“You see Cher, see that I want you, want to love you as you asked. Kat!” His hot breath fanned her lips, “Kat you will be my woman, I swear this to you. Our bodies already now their destiny, my Kat.”
Before she could answer, his lips captured hers, his tongue drove to conquer and still any protest she might have uttered. His hands gripped her hips to hold her ready and Brittney felt the massive head of his cock press for entry into the soft flesh no man ever touched, let alone conquered!
The plunge he made tore through her seal and he buried his cock to the depth of its length. His lips swallowed her cry and gently coaxed her whimpers into moans of desire as her inner self eased its contractions around the unfamiliar yet lavish essence of male.
And when he began to move she cried for the loss of his cock filling her sex. Her nails clung to his forearms as his hold on her thighs brought her legs up…driving into her, again, that powerful shaft filled her and she could feel herself contract to capture and hold what he might try to take away…
“Leave it there Lucas!”
His lips nipped at her swollen lips, “Ah my Cher, you are too impatient. Let yourself feel the power we share.”
As he eased back it felt as if every nerve ending in her entire body came alive, ready for the next assault, one she craved in wonton glee. “I want it back…please Lucas.”
“Anything, my Kat!”
True to his word Lucas drove back inside with even more force than before and Brittney cried for more, wanted it all, every vital pulsing inch that he possessed. She rose to meet his plunged again and again until the frenzy turned wild! They were two beast captured in the throes of sexual heat, she the slave he the master and she craved his dominance, needed to savor the submission of her tender flesh against this brutish masterful rush of fulfillment.
When her whole body rocked against his entry, he held her to him, buried himself so deep she felt sure he would rip her apart. He drove against her clit, grinding himself deliberately against the one point of pure pleasure she couldn’t escape and she cried out his name in blissful desire as the shock wave of ultimate satisfaction coursed through her body. The walls of wanton sensations gripped his cock in the throes of his climax, she could feel the blast of his cum hitting her inner walls, and the force was more erotic than anything he’d yet to do to her. “Lucas!”
“Mine Kat, only my woman!”
Brittney took a deep, steadying breath as she fought to push the memory away. She hated how, even now, the memory of their one night of love making could instantly capture her, toss her body and soul back into his power!
She cursed her body’s betrayal as she battled against the memories. She hated how her nipples harden in wanton desire. She’d wanted his touch then and she missed his presence now. Just remembering their time together released the warm flow of sexual fluids. Her body’s betrayal wasn’t new; she cursed her own weakness to desire such a man.
“God help me, I wanted you inside then and I still want you now!”
Prologue
The wet warmth from the face cloth soothed away the raw feeling consuming Brit’s vagina. A night of passionate love making with this man proved to be more than anything she expected. Her head fell back as Lucas’ gentle touch once again moved over her clit. The water from the shower flowed through her hair and she wondered if she would ever stop wanting his touch on her.
Pellets of water sparkled like diamonds as they hit against his tan muscled back. Her heart squeezed, humbled, seeing him kneeling before her, touching her as if he revered her. Brittney closed her eyes and let the feelings take over, no thoughts, no worries…no fears.
If only it were that simple. She could love this man, but dare she let herself? He personified danger and power and she’d just let him take her virginity. And now he washed her as if she were made of glass and all Brit could think of was how much she wanted to feel him make love her to again. It didn’t matter that the sane part of her screamed to run, run far and fast and never look back. No, Brittney wanted him to ravish her once more, plunge the full length of his cock into her tender sex until he touched her womb and ignited waves of pure sexual vibrations.
His lips pressed against her clit and she moaned in ecstasy as his tongue traced the passionate nub. When his lip covered it and sucked in her very essence Brit felt as if she would melt beneath his onslaught of sensations. She braced her hands on his strong shoulders, his hands held the back of her thighs to halt her sway and hold her to his bidding. The water running over them heightened the experience, tingling and trailing down her skin in much the same way his tongue played over her sex.
When the tip of his tongue drove into the opening of her canal Brittney started to quiver over the erotic shock and his name rushed pass her open lips in a breathless whisper, “Lucas, my Lucas…”
CHAPTER 1
Discovery
“How do you want your eggs?”
“Over medium, no runny stuff.”
Giving the gruff driver a shot at an attempted smile. “Right, got it.”
Ignoring the crude calls from the other table, Brits’ gaze drifted past the dust covered glass window panes to the early morning sky. So much for wide open spaces…
“Order Joe, and tie them down.” Biting her lip to stop from voicing her displeased thoughts, Brittney wondered what could be worse in the morning than facing a grumpy cook and tables full of bleary eyed truck drivers and drifters. They probably chewed rusty nails for lunch.
I want my life back. The words screamed through her mind.
“Hey, how about some coffee?”
Closing her hand about the pot handle, she took a second to hide her emotions and gather her mask. “Sure…want a menu?”
“Coffee will do.”
Brittney nodded, never raising her eyes from the counter to the unusually soft spoken and rather sexy low voice.
“A smile would help brighten the morning.”
She knew better than to return his request. One polite jester made these creeps think they owned you.
Maitland’s frosty brown eyes followed the trim aloof figure that issued its snub, confirming his impression that this delicate creature didn’t belong in this excuse for a truck stop.
Nursing his coffee, he wondered if maybe this lead had been all wrong. After days of searching the area for any clue that this woman was Kat Boutie, he failed to expose her identity.
Shielding his curiosity, Maitland’s scrutiny shifted from the woman’s beautiful features. She did a good job of deliberately camouflaging the natural grace in her facial features. She was about the right height, 5’ 4” maybe 5” and she had those brilliant blue eyes. She wasn’t blonde. In fact, that rich healthy tan and sun streaked auburn hair forbade picturing her as a sultry platinum type. But it was her, Kat Boutie.
Mentally shaking himself, Maitland found it hard to place the icy waitress in silk gowns and flashy stage costumes. She looked more like the jean and tee shirt type, yet he didn’t have any problem picturing her in those sexy baby doll nighties.
No, those long shapely legs and luscious thighs would be a pleasurable sight in any man’s bed. Maitland blinked, cursing the large shadow of reality that intruded on the vision. Looking at her more openly he could see her with Lucas Cortine.
Two-thousand miles from New Orleans, his whore didn’t run far enough to escape that man. Maitland refused to acknowledge or question his part in finding her for the crime boss, remembering their last meeting…
“Misunderstandings happen all the time between…”
The word left unspoken said it all. Cortine’s latest whore fled the posh coop.
“She’s very important to me Maitland.”
“She obviously doesn’t want to be found.”
Maitland watched the controlled anger vibrate through Cortine’s powerful build emphasized by the sharp cut of his expensive suit. The heavy Cajun accent grew thick under the force Cortine used to control his rage. Yeah, the man hated that the flower of New Orleans dumped him.
“Kat is an emotionally vibrant woman and she has let her jealousy rule.”
Maitland didn’t like Cortine’s slick excuse. “Most womEn cool off sooner or later.”
When the angry snap of Cortine’s dark eyes refocused on him, Maitland could understand why the woman ran.
“My Kat is also stubborn. So much so, Mr. Maitland, that I fear she will never let me explain our unfortunate misunderstanding. The reason I need your services is that Kat also knows my associates too well to let them get close to her.”
“And if she refuses to come back?”
“I’ve heard that you can be very persuasive…if the price is right.”
So he didn’t care how Maitland got her back. Most the time Maitland didn’t either. Being a bounty hunter, most of his prey ran from him not to him. But Kat Boutie wasn’t a fugitive. Except maybe in Cortine’s eyes.
“Fifty thousand upon delivery.” Cortine haplessly tossed an envelope on the desk.
Maitland clenched his teeth to keep his jaw from falling open and peered directly into the man’s eyes.
“There’s ten thousand for expenses, over and above your fee.”
Maitland never hesitated to take a job. He didn’t have to like Cortine, that wasn’t part of the contract. Hell, no one could like the man. The king of the New Orleans’ darker side of life, his mob connections weren’t something new, every city had what the man represented. Even the police looked the other way to avoid this man. The general consensus being he was better than what might take his place.
So where did Kat Boutie fit in with the crime boss?
“If you doubt my sincerity Maitland, believe me when I say my enemies don’t need any incentive to find Miss Boutie.”
Truth from the master of deceit? Maitland couldn’t find any argument in what the man allowed him to see.
“Kat is special. She is not what you think or what anyone believes.” The dark suit strained under the pressure Cortine maintained on his emotions. The silence seemed to go on forever as the man stood looking out the window causing Maitland to wonder if the man forgot his presence in the room.
“She’s not my woman. Not like the others. Kat unknowingly set the rules.” Turning, Cortine looked at Maitland, as if studying him. “Have you ever touched enchantment, pure beauty, Mr. Maitland?”
Without thought, Maitland answered the intense question. “No, never.”
“Kat’s both. She can make a man question things in himself that he never should find.”
Feeling uncomfortable by Cortine’s unexpected revelation, Maitland shifted, breaking the spell that the man fell into.
Cortine turned and faced Maitland, again cold confidence glared back at him. “I want you to find her so I can stop her from getting hurt.”
The man’s announcement came too hard to toss off.
“Maitland, I heard two things about you. You are the best hunter out there, I need you for that. I also heard that you are a nut case around women,” he looked directly into Mark’s eyes before going on, “if you lay one finger on her I will kill you, Maitland.”
“Fifty thousand covers a lot of reasons,” he muttered aloud.
“More coffee?”
Raising his gaze, he captured the waitress’ misty blue stare. For a second her wall fell and Maitland dwelled in the illuminating crystal pools.
“Yeah.”
When he felt her pull back from his invasion, his fingers gripped the cup to stop himself from reaching out to make her stay.
Brittney nodded, berating herself for breaking her own rules, the first being, never make eye contact!
Damn, she needed to quit this job. If only…regrets were a waste of time. Surviving is what counted.
He figured staying any longer might be too obvious. Maitland left a dollar on the counter, deciding that she’d find it. He’d come back at lunch, maybe if she saw him again she’d unfreeze a bit. Somehow, he held little faith in that prospect. He needed to decide on how to take her back to New Orleans. She sure wouldn’t jump in his car.
Brit watched the confident strides of the tall stranger going out the door. She continued writing the order the two guys rattled off. He didn’t move like the rest of them, no swagger, more like a circle…of danger surrounded him. The image brought with it the familiar prick of warning.
* * * *
“So? Did you get the distributor cap?”
“Tomorrow, Dad.”
“Can’t cultivate the fields without it.”
“Wasn’t much business at Joe’s this morning.”
“You shouldn’t be working there at all.”
Keeping the censor out of her voice, “Won’t be for much longer.”
Leaving him to mumble into the antiquated engine, Brittney needed to work off her own anger. Her father didn’t mean to criticize. Outside the barn, she blew up at her damp bangs. “Neither of us would be in this position if you’d banked the checks I sent,” she said aloud.
Be it pride or pure orneriness, Jess Massey had refused his daughter’s money. Until I was here in person to shove it down your throat, at least he didn’t start ranting on about ‘ill begotten’ harvest again.
Brittney wished Dad could open his mind up a bit so she could tell him she never did any of the things his accusing glances believe. She mounted her mare and headed out to check on the stretch of fence line by the highway, failing to keep the memories away over her one true mistake.
Like the illusive notes in the swamp, he called out to her. She couldn’t remember how long she fought answering those commanding eyes. The way they always followed her, silently vanquishing her denial under their possessive light. Like the light beneath the waters’ surface that drew the unsuspecting fish. The forbidden aura that surrounded Lucas Cortine seemed to pull her within its radius, until it closed behind her, trapping her in his far reaching circle of light. Days to weeks then months and always Lucas stalked her. He was danger. She’d always felt its essence in the subtle movement of his corded muscles, such a powerful body. The dark sulking expression he always wore in his guarded gaze. His eyes seemed to reflect the swamp, the untamed life thriving in the darkened depths.
She remembered how he stirred a wild excitement inside her, one that even then came singed in fear. The fear became the obstacle that held her back from him. But she still hungered to have his lips cover her own. She wanted to taste the promise of their wild possessive passion. Only once did she permit her barriers to fall, allowing him to come close, to touch her in his seductive fever.
One kiss should not have held that kind of power. The very strength of his hold prevented her from turning away. That night Brittney explored the passion Lucas so easily released inside her. The memory seemed to live with her and Brit couldn’t stop it from overtaking her once again…
“My beautiful Kat, you weave your magic with your lovely voice and captured my heart from the first note.”
She fell captive beneath the caress of his masterful touch. All thoughts of stopping the fire he brought to life in her disappeared when his lips smothered her weak protest as their tongues battled. Lucas’s dominance began Kat’s voyage into a world of sensations she never expected to encounter and to feel them from a man of such power lent an air of innate danger to their intimacy.
When his exploration of her body reached her heat, Lucas kissed away the fear in her breathless protest. The very touch of his finger over her clit sent her arching into the waiting palm of his hand. Where she once pushed against his massive chest she now buried her fingers into his thick hair and held his lips to hers, wanting more, demanding everything this magnificent man wanted to give her.
Making love with Lucas no longer held questions, Brit wanted to feel this man possess her, love her with the power in his grasp. “Love me Lucas, hold me and show me what I mean to you.”
His answer seared across her lips as his hands held her to be devoured. She looked into his dark impassioned eyes and knew she didn’t mistake their possessive light. Lips and hands moved to her breast. Brittney felt as if the flames of pleasure would consume her.
An instance of jealousy hit Brit when she wondered how many other women Lucas made love to. Her nails dug into his shoulder, his gaze locked with her as if he knew her thoughts. A wicked smile graced his lips before he lowered his head and lathed his tongue across the tip of her aroused nipple. Brittney sucked in her breath over the sensation he knowingly sent through her. On her own, her hips rose to press her vaginal heat against the aroused power of his cock. Lucas pressed down in answer, pinning the dancing power against her clit and her slick velvet folds. Brit’s soft moans of pleasure deepened his sucking on her breast, driving her crazy under the bombardment of exotic fire.
The sexual heat encompassed her to the point that she became the aggressor and Lucas’s awareness came in his muffled groan of pleasure as he pulled her with him and Brittney found herself lying on top of Lucas. In heady awareness, Brit gloried in their reversed role.
Her hands and nails raked down the wall of his tight chest muscles. Watching the way his flesh moved beneath her touch forced her tongue out to absently trace her lips in anticipation. She could feel his intense gaze watching her every move and when her sultry look met his, she smiled over the haze of sexual bliss overtaking this man. Brit deliberately worked her hips to capture his cock and she rode up, then down the solid, pulsing length. Love drops from the swollen tip of its head lubricated the path as they mingled with her lush fluids. Brittney never realized how sensual it could feel to ride a man’s cock, she’d never been so turned on. But then she’d never felt a cock against her sensitive flesh before and it felt wild and sexy and she wanted more!
Brittney’s lusty squeal filled the air as Lucas once again moved her, this time she knew he would remain in control. His voice came across, heavy in his Cajun accent.
“Teasing a man like me can be dangerous, Cher.”
“I never said I was teasing, Lucas…love me.”
He held her unwavering gaze for a long time, searching hers. Brittney caught her bottom lip between her teeth when at last his head lowered, her eyes closed as his tongue traced their softness as if beckoning for entrance. Slow and heavy he captured her lips, taking his time to rediscover their wanting welcome.
As he mastered her lips, his hands moved her hips into position. She moaned in ecstasy as his hand once again covered her vagina. She instantly arched to his caress, only now Lucas wanted more than to play with Brittney. His finger drew out the warm fluids to lubricate the entrance to her sex. Her eyes opened to look into the intense depth of his waiting gaze. He wanted her to know what this meant to him and her head started a slow shake to deny the unspoken claim his gaze darkened to.
“You see Cher, see that I want you, want to love you as you asked. Kat!” His hot breath fanned her lips, “Kat you will be my woman, I swear this to you. Our bodies already now their destiny, my Kat.”
Before she could answer, his lips captured hers, his tongue drove to conquer and still any protest she might have uttered. His hands gripped her hips to hold her ready and Brittney felt the massive head of his cock press for entry into the soft flesh no man ever touched, let alone conquered!
The plunge he made tore through her seal and he buried his cock to the depth of its length. His lips swallowed her cry and gently coaxed her whimpers into moans of desire as her inner self eased its contractions around the unfamiliar yet lavish essence of male.
And when he began to move she cried for the loss of his cock filling her sex. Her nails clung to his forearms as his hold on her thighs brought her legs up…driving into her, again, that powerful shaft filled her and she could feel herself contract to capture and hold what he might try to take away…
“Leave it there Lucas!”
His lips nipped at her swollen lips, “Ah my Cher, you are too impatient. Let yourself feel the power we share.”
As he eased back it felt as if every nerve ending in her entire body came alive, ready for the next assault, one she craved in wonton glee. “I want it back…please Lucas.”
“Anything, my Kat!”
True to his word Lucas drove back inside with even more force than before and Brittney cried for more, wanted it all, every vital pulsing inch that he possessed. She rose to meet his plunged again and again until the frenzy turned wild! They were two beast captured in the throes of sexual heat, she the slave he the master and she craved his dominance, needed to savor the submission of her tender flesh against this brutish masterful rush of fulfillment.
When her whole body rocked against his entry, he held her to him, buried himself so deep she felt sure he would rip her apart. He drove against her clit, grinding himself deliberately against the one point of pure pleasure she couldn’t escape and she cried out his name in blissful desire as the shock wave of ultimate satisfaction coursed through her body. The walls of wanton sensations gripped his cock in the throes of his climax, she could feel the blast of his cum hitting her inner walls, and the force was more erotic than anything he’d yet to do to her. “Lucas!”
“Mine Kat, only my woman!”
Brittney took a deep, steadying breath as she fought to push the memory away. She hated how, even now, the memory of their one night of love making could instantly capture her, toss her body and soul back into his power!
She cursed her body’s betrayal as she battled against the memories. She hated how her nipples harden in wanton desire. She’d wanted his touch then and she missed his presence now. Just remembering their time together released the warm flow of sexual fluids. Her body’s betrayal wasn’t new; she cursed her own weakness to desire such a man.
“God help me, I wanted you inside then and I still want you now!”
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