by Jessie Cooke
She put up her palms. “Let’s just leave it at no other women and not go down the list of every occupation you’ve put your dick into, okay?”
He laughed. “Okay. Sal?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never been so afraid of anything in my life as I was of losing you.”
She settled back into the couch and pulled his head down into her chest. He closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat and thanked all the saints for keeping her safe. Not having sex just because he felt like it would be a big change for him, but he’d gotten a glimpse of what his life would be like without her and he never even wanted to think about that again.
Booger’s funeral was nice. Blackheart had told Le Singe to take care of it, and to not spare any expense. The only family Booger had was a grandmother in Alabama and an uncle in West Virginia. Blackheart paid for them both to fly out to New Orleans and he made sure they had access to all of Booger’s personal things, once the Jokers had gone through them and taken a few things out that Granny might not want to see. The entire club and all of the girls from the strip club attended the funeral, as did Zane and Elise, and even Detective Petit stopped by to pay his respects. Booger was buried in a clean, white t-shirt and his leather kutte, boots, and jeans. After the services at the Catholic church, the body was taken to the cemetery and he was entombed in a spot next to Jean Luc Babineaux, a spot that Blackheart had bought long ago so that his brothers might all rest together for eternity.
When the funeral was over, everyone went back to the clubhouse, where they had a loud, colorful party. The alcohol flowed freely, the music was loud, and instead of crying tears for Booger, they told funny stories about him, and celebrated his life. Blackheart was sure his brother would have loved it and he was proud of his men for putting it together so nicely while he’d been sitting in jail. Sally had spent the day by his side, but she was still recuperating, so when the party started at the club, she’d gone home to rest. Blackheart had spent a few hours at the party and he was just getting ready to head over to Sally’s when he almost literally ran into Gabriel’s little girlfriend in the hallway outside of his office.
“You looking for Gabe?” he asked her.
“Um...no, I was looking for you, actually.”
Blackheart cocked an eyebrow. He might have to have a talk with Gabe about this one. “Okay? What can I do for you?” The girl licked her lips and Blackheart decided he was too tired, and he wanted to get out of there and back to Sally too badly to play games. “Look...shit, what’s your name again?”
“Patrice,” she said, softly.
“Look, Patrice, I don’t mess around with my brothers’ girlfriends or old ladies, okay?”
A look of horror crossed her face then and Blackheart realized he’d been wrong about what she wanted. Exactly how wrong he knew when her blue eyes filled with tears and she said, “I don’t want to have sex with you. I think you’re my dad.”
Sally opened the door as soon as she heard Blackheart drive up. She’d told him she had to leave the wake for Booger because she needed to rest, but the truth was she just wasn’t up to a big party with a lot of people. She’d been waiting to tell him something all day, but she hadn’t wanted to do it until they were alone. As he approached the door, she almost changed her mind. He looked so sad. “Hey, how’s the wake going?”
He smiled, but his blue eyes didn’t light up like they usually did. “You know the guys, they’ll be partying into the daylight hours. Booger would have loved it.”
Sally let him step into the foyer and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her in for a hug. Her ribs were still sore, but not so much that she didn’t still feel good when she was in his arms. He held her for a minute and then holding her back so he could look down at her face he said, “I need to tell you something.”
“Okay...I need to tell you something too.”
“You go first,” he said.
“You sure? Yours seems serious.”
“Nah, it can wait. You okay?”
She smiled. “Better than okay. The doctor cleared me today...we can have sex.”
She felt his hard body shake against her with a silent laugh. “That is good news.”
She looked up at him again and frowned. “Unless...what you wanted to tell me was that you were with another woman?”
“What? No...no, baby. I made you a promise and I meant it. You know I’ve never lied to you.” She dropped a hand to her hip and rolled her eyes. He laughed and said, “Not about things like that.”
“Okay then, what did you need to tell me?”
He looked like he was going to say something, but at the last second he reached down and grabbed her around the waist and gently pressed her back into the wall. As his mouth came down to seek hers out, Sally let her hands travel up underneath his t-shirt and she felt him suck in a hard breath as she ran them up his sides and then across his chest, tracing the muscles with her flattened palms. He kissed from her lips down the side of her face and to her neck. Sally tipped her head back and closed her eyes. She loved the feeling of his hot lips on her skin. She craved him, and she wanted to feel them all over her body. His kissed his way down to her collarbone, pushing back the robe she’d thrown on when she got out of the shower. His hands moved up from her waist to the sides of her ribs and she let out a little gasp, involuntarily when he touched her there. Instantly he brought his lips up from her shoulder and looked down at her face.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s just go to bed and I’ll hold you, tonight...” There were times in Sally’s life that she would have paid to hear him say that, and she was sure there would be more, but just then she wanted him as naked as she was underneath her robe, and she wanted him inside of her.
She took his hand and led him down the hallway to the bedroom. She rose up on her toes and kissed his lips again and then she let her mouth slide down to his neck. He sighed heavily when she began to gently suck and nibble on his neck, all the while pushing his vest down off his big, colorful arms. He let the vest drop to the floor and then pulled the t-shirt over his head. Sally loved looking at his body. He was the very definition of beautiful. She pressed her lips into his chest and while she kissed her way down to his abs, she unbuttoned his jeans. She kissed lower, just at the top of the button, before sliding the zipper down and letting her tongue find the head of his throbbing hard cock. He let out a gasp and she felt his hands go to her hair. He ran his fingers through it as she took his tip into her mouth and began to use her tongue to pleasure him. His breaths were coming in short gasps and his voice was raspy when he finally pulled her upright and said:
“Let me take the jeans off, ma petit.”
Sally stepped back and while he kicked off his boots and pulled down his jeans, she let the robe fall off her shoulders, down her arms, and pool around her feet on the floor. Evan’s blue eyes took her in, like it was the first time he’d ever seen her. When they moved from her breasts to her ribs, though, where she was still bruised, the look in them changed. He started to speak and she put her fingers to his lips and said, “Shh, I don’t want to talk about any of that, or think about any of that tonight. I’m okay, and I want you, Evan, so bad.”
He kissed her again and gently walked her over to the bed, laying her down on her back before bending down and letting his tongue trace first one of her nipples and then the other. Sally moaned and put her hands in his hair, which encouraged him. He took his time then, suckling on one breast, rolling the nipple on his tongue and letting his teeth scrape along the side of it, sending shivers down her spine as he did. Then he moved to the other and gave it the same treatment. While he did that, Sally’s hands found his cock and she wrapped both of them around him and began to stroke lightly, rolling the soft pearl of liquid across the head of it each time with her thumbs. She could feel him growing even harder in her hands, and as much as she loved what he was doing, she couldn’t stand it any longer...she needed him inside of her.
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nbsp; “Evan?”
“Oui, ma petit?”
“Please, I need you inside of me.”
“Tout ce que tu veux, mon amour,” he said. “Whatever you need, my love.”
Sally stood up and Evan lay down on the bed. She needed him, craved him, desired him, but she wasn’t exactly ready to have the weight of him crushing her ribs. Evan seemed to know that and he situated himself on the center of the bed and then helped Sally climb on top of him. She straddled his midsection with her thighs and leaned down and let her hair tickle his face before pressing her lips back into his. His hands were on her cheeks, massaging and squeezing as the kiss turned passionate and she sucked on his tongue and bit at his lips. Finally, she wriggled herself down slightly until she felt his hard cock pressed up against the lips of her wet pussy. They groaned in harmony and Sally reached down and guided him to her opening. Lifting her hips gently, she placed him where she wanted him and he brought his hips up and entered her. Evan was big and it always took several seconds for him to fill her up...but when he did, it was like heaven on earth. He felt like he’d been made for her, and she was dizzy with pleasure as she began moving her hips against his. Evan let her play for a few minutes, moving up and down, letting him almost all the way out and then slamming her pelvis down and taking him all back in again. He had his hands up over her breasts, manipulating the soft flesh and rubbing his palms into her hard nipples.
Suddenly his hips began to move up off the bed faster, and harder. He was done playing and Sally was ready for it. He took both her hips in his hands and he held her where he wanted her. Even though she was on top, he was doing all the work, plunging his cock into her wet pussy over and over again, hitting bottom each time and making her gasp and moan. Her body was on fire and his skin felt like it was burning up as well. She felt an orgasm building, beginning in her toes and working its way up to her core just before she lost all control. Evan held onto her tightly as she came. She screamed out his name and then fell forward with her breasts smashed into his hard chest, and she kissed him again as she came. She was still gasping and shaking when she felt him slide her off him. “Get on your knees, ma petit.”
Sally did as he asked and she felt him enter her from behind. She was even wetter and his cock slid in and out of her with ease. He went slow at first, rolling his hips and playing with her, letting her feel all of him against every part of her aching pussy. Slowly he began to gain momentum again and with one hand wrapped up in her hair and the other pressed against the small of her back, he began to ride her, wildly. She felt the familiar swell of his big cock and heard the sexy sound of his groan just before he exploded inside of her. Once he finished, they continued rocking back and forth together, just reveling in the feelings as they came down off their high.
Evan slid out of her after a while and as he lay down he gently turned her onto her back and pulled her body against his. She molded herself into him, feeling every hard plane of his chest against one side of her body, and his hot hand resting against her belly. She felt his lips slide across the side of her face, and he buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath. Sally was smiling when he said:
“I’m not sure if this is the time, but in the spirit of full disclosure...Gabriel’s girlfriend seems to think I might be her father.” And just like that, her sweet Evan dissolved and Blackheart took over. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at his face. She had met Gabriel’s girl at the funeral, and she thought the girl reminded her of someone.
“Son of a bitch,” she said. “Can we not have one normal day?”
Blackheart smiled and said, “Telle est la vie d’un farceur, mon amour.” Such is the life of a joker, my love.
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