Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set

by Skye Turner

  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.

  Chapter Six

  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!”

  He’s grinding his teeth, but with that last comment, he spits out, “Now wait just a damned minute. The hell you will just sleep with people!”

  That pisses me off. I raise my voice again. “You shut up! I didn’t say I would just sleep with people! I’m not like that! I know that Liam is like that! How do I know? Because just two days ago, I walked into his room and saw him having his dick sucked by yet another whore he’d just met five minutes before!” His face goes white at my language and tone. “YES! Again. So, no I have no desire to add my name to his repertoire! Give me some credit, Dade! I have self-respect!”

  He whispers, “You saw him? Again? I’m going to kill him! Why were you in his room, Clove?” His voice is strangled.

  Rolling my eyes, I answer him. “Because I heard banging and groaning and thought he was alone. I went to make sure he was ok and walked in on it.”

  Dade scrubs his hand down his face and groans, “Dammit, Liam!”

  Just then there’s another knock at the door and a wheelchair is brought into the room by an orderly. He smiles at us. “If you’re ready to go, Miss Rodrigue, we can head out.” He turns to Dade, “Where are you parked?”

  Dade grumbles that he’s in the garage. I tell the cute young man I can walk and I don’t need the wheelchair, but he says it’s hospital policy, and he has to wheel me out. Rolling my eyes again, I plop into the chair as Dade walks in front of us down the hall and catches the elevator before it closes.

  Within ten minutes, I’m all loaded into the car and we’re heading for home. We don’t really talk on the drive.

  As we pull into the yard, a fire red sports car is in the driveway, blocking the garage. Dade starts cussing under his breath.

  Oh, shocker. Liam has another slut here. I’m not even out of the house a full day and yet another in the revolving door of skanks is here. Yeah, you don’t want or need any of that Clove!

  Dade grabs my overnight bag that Bradi brought to the hospital yesterday and walks around to open my door and help me out. Slapping his hand away, I snap at him. “I’m fine. I can get out of the damn car all by myself!”

  He snaps back, “Stop being a brat! You just got out of the hospital, so shut the hell up, and take my hand before I take you over my knee!”

  I can’t help it. It’s so ridiculous that I laugh. “Take me over your knee? Seriously, big brother?!” I am cracking up.

  He shrugs sheepishly. “Well, probably not. But stop being a brat! Brat!”

  Laughing, I loop my arm through his and head towards the house. He hands me his keys and I open the door, listening before I walk in. All is quiet. I guess the sluts are still asleep.

  Dade walks past me and up the stairs. “I’m going to drop these in your room on my way to the shower.” I nod. “Don’t try to do too much while I’m up there, ok? I’ll come whip up something when I’m done. I’ll only be about ten minutes. Why don’t you go sit down and put your feet up.”

  Glaring at him, I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t treat me like an invalid, Dade. I’m fine. What do you think I’m going to do? Rearrange the house?” Shooing him up the stairs, I say, “Go, I’ll go make some coffee for you, tea for me, and whip up some eggs. They’re fast.”

  Shaking his head, he mumbles while he climbs the stairs, “Why do I bother arguing with her?”

  I call back, “I don’t know. Why do you?!”

  I hear him chuckle as I head into the kitchen.

  I’m just putting the last of the fresh fruit in the bowl as he walks into the kitchen. Setting a plate in front of him, I turn and pour him a cup of coffee before taking it to him. His face has a look of wonder on it. “What?” I ask.

  He looks at me and then at the plate, then back at me. “Clove, you said eggs.”

  I look at the plate in confusion. “That is eggs.”

  Looking at me incredulously, he exclaims, “That is not eggs, Clove. That is art. God, you’re so gifted.”

  I look again. I see the egg white, fresh chives, portabello mushroom, and brie omelet along with a fresh fruit salad. It looks like eggs to me, but my heart warms at the compliment. “Thank you.” That reminds me. “Oh shit! I had an appointment with James Black yesterday!”

  Dade looks up with narrowed eyes. “James Black? The movie star James Black?! An appointment for what?”

  As I’m about to answer him, we hear from the doorway, “Oh, I love James Black. That coffee smells divine.” And a disheveled woman walks into the kitchen wearing a t-shirt that has to belong to Liam.

  I look at Dade and say as loudly as I can, “Point made! No thank you!”

  He laughs and the brunette’s head swivels around at me. I ignore her and look around her to Dade. “As a personal chef while he’s filming. Bradi set it up. I need to call them and explain what happened.” Then, looking at the brunette, I say rudely, “The coffee and food are divine. However, since you don’t live here and I do, maybe you should get dressed and remove your car from in front of my garage. May I recommend Java and Sweeties for coffee?” I walk past her, “It’s right up the street.” As I hit the door, a solid wall appears and it’s shirtless. Looking at Liam and dismissing him, I walk past him, making sure not to touch him. My heart is racing as I climb the stairs to my room.

  Chapter Seven

  Liam

  The sound of chatter wakes me from my slumber. As I awaken, I comprehend what I’m hearing. Sounds from the kitchen and the smell of eggs and coffee permeate my room. I turn to look at the space next to me and pray that Chelsee h
as already gone home. Make-up stains are on the pillow and as I sit up, I see her red lace panties and her shoes on the floor.

  Shit! She’s still here. Why is she still here? She’s never stayed over before. Shit. Shit. Shit. Clove and Dade are home. And Chelsee is not wearing her clothes, and is somewhere in the house. Shit! This is not good.

  Throwing on my sweatpants from the night before, I forgo a shirt as I head to the kitchen and toward the sound of conversation. As I get closer, I can make out the words.

  Clove is going to cook for the Hollywood playboy, James Black!? Is Bradi fucking insane?! She can’t do that. He’ll chew her up and spit her out. Dade won’t let her do that. He won’t let her work for James. No, she can’t work for James Black!

  Why do you care, Liam?

  I hear Chelsee speak, “Oh, I love James Black. That coffee smells divine.”

  Then, I hear Clove’s irate response. “Point made! No, thank you!

  The coffee and food are divine. However since you don’t live here and I do, maybe you should get dressed and remove your car from in front of my garage. May I recommend Java and Sweeties for coffee? It’s right up the street!”

  Holy crap. She just called Chelsee out without calling her out.

  She sounds really perturbed. Why is that I wonder?

  Shit! I didn’t think she’d be home from the hospital so soon. Shit!

  Clove sees me in the doorway and my gaze takes her in. She’s looks so much better. And she’s just beautiful in the early morning sun. What the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? She looks like Clove. She doesn’t seem fazed by me though. She looks right through me and makes it a point not to touch me as she walks by. I turn my head and watch her walk down the hall and up the stairs. I keep watching until she disappears from my sight.

  When I finally turn back around, Dade and Chelsee are both watching me.