“I take it he hasn’t changed much over the years.”
Randy grinned, enjoying the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
“You got that right. So we’d all shift and start to howl, just letting it out, feeling good, and in the background there’d come this sort of hoarse coughing. That’d be Chad. Like he was coughing up a watermelon-sized furball or something. Talk about embarrassing…”
They both laughed.
“You sound like you had a fun childhood.”
“Yeah, it was pretty cool.”
“What about your parents… What are they like?”
“Mom’s going to be thrilled to meet you, honey. I think she thought Zig and I would never settle down.”
“She’s not the only one, I’m thinking.”
He took her hand, running his thumb over her wrist. “You mean me?”
She nodded.
“I’m not sorry.”
“We’ll see. You haven’t seen me at my worst yet.”
“God, you mean there’s more?” His eyes widened.
“Don’t be a wiseass. What about your mom? What’s she like?”
“Mom’s a beautiful lady. Tiny, like Georgie. I think you’ll really like her.”
“Her name?”
“Violet. But don’t call her that—she hates it. Just Vi. Mom’s kinda quiet, but determined. Keeps Dad in line, that’s for sure.” He laughed. “He likes to think he’s in control, but when Mom bats her eyelashes at him and starts with the ‘please, Rod…’ he mimicked a higher-pitched feminine voice and fluttered his eyelashes, “Dad’s a goner.”
“Hmmm…maybe I could take lessons,” she suggested impishly.
“Honey, you don’t need lessons.” Didn’t she know she already had him wrapped around her little finger?
She let that comment slide without comment. Maybe she did know.
“And your dad?”
“Dad’s just Dad. According to Mom he was a bit of a wild man before he met her. He met Mom, though, and boom—that was it. He’s tall, taller than me and Zig. And Mom’s so short…” He shook his head, amused.
“Is Chad’s mom just like Vi?”
“Aunt Isabel? Hell, no. They’re about as different as two sisters could be. Aunt Izzy’s a livewire. Poor Uncle George…”
“Why?”
“Well, cats don’t generally mate—not for life, anyway, like wolves do.” He paused, wondering if she was aware of that fact, and made a mental note to come back to it at some point. “But you’ve gotta see him and Aunt Izzy… He’s all over her like a rash. They’ve been married now for thirty years, or thereabouts, but still, any male comes within ten feet of her and instantly he’s on guard. His hackles are up and he’s breathing fire. But then, I think she gets a kick outta stirring the old boy up. Probably why they had so many kids…”
“God, you mean there are more like Chad out there?”
“Well, he’s the eldest of the litter, but there are three sisters below him and two younger brothers following them. Aunt Izzy told George after the last one, Danny, to tie a knot in it because she wasn’t having any more.”
“They sound like a fun family, Randy.”
“Crazy, but fun, I guess.”
She scratched at a spot on the checkered tablecloth and cleared her throat. “Speaking of kids…”
He tensed. “Yes?”
She looked up at him, her expression unreadable. “We didn’t use any protection, Randy.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“What if… What will… Oh, hell.” She glanced away.
A chill ran down his body, the warmth of moments ago dissipating in a snap as a disquieting suspicion started to filter in. “Spit it out, Crissy.”
His words came out more sharply than he intended and she stiffened. “Fine. I’m not on the pill, Randy. And you didn’t use a condom.”
“Not this time, no.”
“And? Help me out here, for God’s sake.”
His sat back, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you said you wanted kids, Crissy.”
“I do, but—”
The band around his chest tightened so that he could hardly breathe. “But you don’t want to risk they might come out a little bit furry, is that it?” Her eyes widened, but he couldn’t stop himself, the pain of that knowledge driving him. “Well, you won’t have to worry about it, sweetheart, since you’re not fertile—yet.” He pushed his chair back so that it scraped across the tiles, and made to stand.
Crissy’s hands shot out to cover his, stopping him. “No! Wait.” Her eyes watered, her tone softened. “Talk to me, Randy. Don’t shut me out. I need to know. Hell, this has been enough of a shock—the last week has been a shock in more ways than one. Don’t— Don’t go. Sit down and explain, Randy. Please.”
Her tears undid him, making him feel like a jerk. One tumbled over her lid and he reached to catch it with a fingertip as it slid a glistening trail down her cheek. She covered his hand with hers and turned her face until she could lay a kiss on the palm.
Keeping hold of her hand, he sat, playing with her fingers while he put the words together in his head.
“The pregnancy is a bit shorter, but the pup—” He could have bitten his tongue when she gasped. “The babies come out normal-looking. No tails. No barking instead of crying—just normal babies. Changes don’t start to occur until they’re about five, sometimes older.”
“Okay.” She squeezed his hand and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks for telling me, Randy. But what did you mean that I’m not fertile yet? I should be, or I should be soon. I’m…well I’m in the middle of my cycle.”
He grimaced. “I can smell it, honey. When you’re ovulating.”
“You can smell me?” Her eyebrows rose.
He nodded.
“It’s foolproof?”
“Guaranteed.”
She grinned, her eyes lighting up. “Wow. Neat.”
Relief pouring through him, he returned her smile. “The advanced sense of smell does come in handy on occasion. So, you’re cool with this? I mean, you want to talk to Mom about it? She wouldn’t mind, I’m sure.”
“Not right now. The rest can wait.”
God, he’d come so close to blowing it. Relief wasn’t the word for what he was feeling. Reaching across the narrow space, he cupped her face in his palms and kissed her gently. He was still rocked by the pain he’d felt when he thought she didn’t want to have kids. Him. Who’d never looked at a woman before Crissy except to wonder how quickly he could fuck ‘em and leave ‘em.
He cleared his throat at the emotions bombarding him. “Okay, enough about me. What about your family?”
“Georgie, and her mom and dad. My brother, Pete, lives in Canada with his wife, so I hardly ever see him. Pete’s eight years older than me. Dad was, let’s see, about twenty years older than Mom when they married. He’s been gone now for nearly fifteen years—heart attack. Mom died five years ago. That’s about it.” She shrugged and tried to smile.
He meshed his fingers through hers and lifted them to his lips. “Come on, let’s go home.” He signaled for the check, pulling out his wallet and slipping enough under the bill to cover it, and stood.
As they walked back along Royal, Randy’s arm around her waist, hers around his, they window-shopped at some of the antique stores, just strolling along, not in any hurry. The night was muggy, the air thick and humid like a storm was threatening.
“I think we’re going to get wet, Randy.”
His cock hardened in an instant and he slipped her a half grin. “I’m trying to be good here, babe. Saying things like that don’t help.” He’d been trying to keep himself under control all night, give her time to get to know him, make up for the last few days. But even the long skirt Crissy had put on to complement the gauzy peasant top she wore, was sheer enough that his mind could easily fill in the blanks of what his eyes couldn’t see.
“All the more reason to hurry—”
The rest of he
r words were drowned out in a crack of thunder that boomed overhead. That was all the warning they had. With the suddenness that is so common in New Orleans, the skies opened up. As the swollen drops fell, picking up speed from a shower to a torrential downpour, they started to race down the street, laughing like a couple of teenagers, the rain soaking them to the skin.
Suddenly Randy changed direction and pulled them into Pirate’s Alley, splashing through the channel of water that ran in a small stream down the center of the alley. The unevenness of the cobblestones caught her shoe and she nearly slipped—would have if not for Randy. Escaping the worst of the rain, they ducked under the awnings of the brightly painted shops they passed, and stopped in an alcove that offered them slightly more protection. Even over the drumming beat of the rain on the roofs and awnings, the sound of their breathing was loud.
Her heart was pounding in excitement. Gentle, masculine fingers pushed back the sodden strands of hair from her face, and his eyes held hers, a tender smile creasing his face. “You’re beautiful, Crissy. So damn beautiful.”
Even though her skin was wet and chilled from the sudden deluge, the touch of Randy’s lips on hers was like a brand, searing her, heating her, so that she felt the warmth all the way down to her pussy.
No rush, as if they had all the time in the world, he made love to her mouth—teasing, nibbling, licking, and when she was nearly crying out at the unbearable tenderness of it, his tongue slipped into the warmth of her mouth, the heat of it sliding along hers sending warm ripples of sensation and sensual hunger through her whole body.
Her cunt lips swelled, juices slipping down to slicken her thighs.
He held her close, the heat of his body warming her, his groin pushing against her so that she felt every inch of his rock-hard erection cushioned against her tummy. His mouth found her ear and he nibbled on the lobe briefly and moaned.
“I want to be inside you so fucking bad,” he gritted out.
She wanted that too, to feel him easing his cock inside her, filling her. With a primal urgency, she wanted to feel him come, shooting his seed deep inside her, easing the needy ache that came every time she thought about him fucking her.
His lips on hers stilled as she moved her hand in between them and slid down the zipper on his jeans. Briefly, she rubbed his cock through the fabric of his briefs. When she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around it, so hot and silky against her flesh, he moaned.
“Don’t play with me, babe, please. I’m so fucking horny I’ll go off in your hand.”
“Well then, we don’t want to waste it, do we…”
His hand had worked its way up underneath the saturated fabric of her blouse, the warmth of his palm in stark contrast to the chill of her flesh. His mouth was busy nibbling on her neck, making her arch her head back.
“Randy?”
“Yeah?”
“Feel how wet I am.”
“Oh, Jesus…”
But his hand snaked down, easing up the hem of her skirt until the side of it was bunched up around her waist. Moving over her stomach, his fingers moved lower until they stopped abruptly, and then traveled down to cup her mound.
“You’re not wearing panties, Crissy. Jesus, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I thought you would have been able to tell.”
“Christ, if I’d known we never would have left the house!”
His finger moved slowly along the lips of her pussy, separating them, and then inside her, setting up a brief but gentle rhythm before a muttered curse left his lips and a second finger joined the first.
“Is that all for me, honey? All that cream because you’re thinking about me? About me fucking you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you, Randy. When you’re not inside me, I don’t feel…complete. I don’t understand it. It’s never been like this before…”
With his free hand he lifted her leg up, hooking an arm under her, bending the knee up and out, opening her wide.
“I know what you mean. Crissy, I’ve got to get inside you, honey, or I’m gonna die. Help me. Guide me in. Quick!”
He dipped his knees as her hand guided the tip of his cock to the lips of her pussy.
“That’s it, babe. Just the head…”
Hot, searing, the flared crown of his cock pushed inside, stretching the swollen lips around the knob until it was nestled in the heat of her cunt. He was so thick that even that small amount could make her feel full.
“Yeah, Crissy. Oh, hell yeah.”
She squirmed, trying to push down on his shaft, but his hold on her leg made it difficult.
“Slow down,” he said, his breathing rough, “just nice and slow. I want to feel every single inch as it slides inside. Oh, Christ, that feels fantastic.”
Gritting her teeth, she held back, her legs going weak at the feel of him pulling back slightly before easing back inside another inch each time. Already her walls were clamping down on him. At this rate, she’d be coming before he got all the way in.
His lips found her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, stroking it seductively. She could taste the caffe latte he’d had before they left. And further down, his cock sliding with the same seductiveness as his tongue, he worked in the final few inches until he was fully seated inside her, until she was stretched and filled.
A moan escaped, his mouth swallowing up the sound as her body jerked in response. Her arms tight around his neck, she was inhaling deeply through her nostrils, reluctant to break the seal of their lips.
Teasing a nipple between his finger and thumb, he caressed the ultrasensitive nub before pinching it abruptly. A sharp cry escaped as his mouth broke from hers.
“Now, let’s see if I can make you come.”
If only he knew…the question wasn’t if, but how quickly. She felt like a firecracker about to explode.
Working his hips, his cock tunneled in and out, every stroke and withdraw taking her closer, higher, and she bit her lip to muffle the panting as he ground against her clit each time.
“Randy…honey…I’m…I can’t hold on…much longer.”
Hell, he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to linger, to watch her come again and again and swallow those little moans… The cool breeze on his back reminded him of where they were, and though the rain was still coming down, he could hear it starting to ease. Dammit! Soon their cozy little alcove wouldn’t be quite so private anymore.
He increased his thrusts as the scent of her excitement rising up between their bodies like the steam from the damp ground, eddied in the air, a spicy tang that drugged his senses. Each time he nudged her womb with the tip of his cock, he grunted with the pleasure that shot down his shaft. Just that was enough to send shock waves down the length of his cock so that the skin around his balls puckered as they pulled up tight against the base.
“If we were home right now…”
“Uh-huh?”
“I’d be turning you over, spreading the cheeks of that gorgeous ass…”
“Yes…”
“And sliding my cock, all slick and wet with your juices, inside that tight hole…”
“Randy!”
“And I’d be fucking you until you came apart and your ass gripped my cock like a tight fist.”
The imagery was meant for her, but it hit him hard, picturing his cock sliding into the little reddened pucker of flesh as it flowered open around him. He began pounding into her, mindless to the noise they made, biting at her mouth, sealing his lips to hers to muffle the grunts and moans as they both exploded.
It took a moment for them to catch their breath. He kissed her hard then withdrew his cock. Her skirt dropped down, and he helped her straighten her top before tucking his cock back inside his Jockeys and zipping his jeans up.
When he’d come, he’d exploded so strongly inside her, for so long, his need for her so great, that he knew their combined juices would be starting to trickle down her thigh. The thought of that brought out such strong t
erritorial feelings that it shocked and surprised him.
But all around them, the scent of the two of them together was like an aphrodisiac.
He had to get her home. Even now, thinking about her naked underneath him was enough to make his cock start to harden again.
The constant drumming of the rain began to ease, and as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Let’s go home, honey.”
The night was still warm, although the humidity had eased off for a bit. But by the time they turned onto Esplanade, Crissy’s clothes had begun to dry.
As they approached the house, a flicker of movement, nothing more than shifting shadows, caught in his peripheral vision and made Randy turn quickly, his grip on Crissy tightening.
His blood turned cold at the sight of the four men stalking toward them, light from the single street lamp glinting off the blades they waved menacingly.
Shit!
The guy nearest, a nasty scar bisecting his eyebrow and carrying on down the right side of his face to end sharply at his lip like a grotesque, swollen exclamation mark, spoke first. “Hand over the lady, bud.”
Not in this fucking lifetime, bud.
He shifted Crissy behind him, holding her close with an arm wrapped around her back. “I don’t think so. What do you want with her? Who sent you?”
“You’re not in any position to ask questions. I said, hand her over.”
Randy watched cautiously as the other three men started to circle around them, and he stepped back, keeping Crissy with him, trying to prevent one of them from getting behind him and Crissy. He could feel her hands bunching in the leather of his jacket, the nervous movement communicating her fear.
“Who wants her?” There was a swirling eddy of menace in the air, so strong it made every hair on his body bristle in response.
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