Witnessing the taciturn woman put Aris through his paces had been an unending source of amusement for him. He’d dissed Aris about it every day since because he was obligated to bust his brother’s chops.
As much as he’d busted Aris’s chops about being so smitten, Côme knew he was about to get his ribbing back a thousand times over…but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As soon as he laid eyes on the beautiful, full-figured, woman swaying her voluptuous hips, Côme knew he was going to have her…and keep her.
Côme might be an ordinary man, but this was no ordinary circumstance and Alchemy most definitely was no ordinary woman. Nothing about Alchemy Coffee, soon to be Acadian, was ordinary. It couldn’t be, when he was sure that she was the woman the universe had created exclusively for him. The Good Lord Above co-signed that.
Already drawn to her feisty ways, Alchemy’s sassy comebacks made him harder than granite. As soon as their skin touched, Côme knew he would either live the rest of his days with a permanent hard-on or buried balls deep in Alchemy. From where he stood, the second option was definitely the best choice…and the choice he wanted to start indulging in right now. He was trying to remain a gentleman but Alchemy was making it hard grinding those luscious curves against him…testing every last bit of his resolve. Every damn bit of it.
An imposing male with a voracious sexual appetite, he’d always been drawn to strong women because it’d take a strong woman to handle him. Unfortunately, while his sexual experiences were vast; there was no woman who could handle him. Until…Alchemy. This was a woman who could handle his mind, his body, his intensity.
“Alchemy,” he groaned. Even her name turned him on. Tasting her name made him pull her closer. Her body in his arms, her name in his mouth, he breathed her elusive scent deeper into his soul. She might not know it now but she was his and while he was a generous man, he was a stingy bastard when it came to his woman. If she thought Andoni was possessive of Revolution, she hadn’t seen anything yet. Crowding her with his bulk, he wasn’t surprised that Alchemy not only refused to back away but leaned in closer and painted his body with her curves. Alchemy took his breath and his body sang her praises. Alchemy’s softness against his hardness just conjured image after image of her screaming, gasping, and moaning at the pleasure only he would be providing from that moment forth.
When Alchemy’s body began to tremble after he whispered in her ear, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and weathered the storm that wracked her body. He didn’t try to hide his hard dick, because that would’ve only worked if he’d been in another state—one that was on the other side of the Mississippi. Nor did he try and hide his smirk because that too would’ve only worked if he’d been in another state. He’d made his woman come with only his words. He couldn’t wait to see how she’d look orgasming when he used his mouth, his hands, and his cock.
Alchemy Coffee had better be ready to be Alchemy Acadian because he wasn’t going anywhere until the day he took his last breath. He was hers, forever. And she was his. He could already hear his brother laughing his ass off.
THE COME HITHER
Four weeks later, Alchemy’s Buckhead townhouse
“I hate him,” Alchemy said as she swallowed the vanilla rum truffle and damned it for tasting like I.R.I.S.H.
“You don’t hate him; you want to ride his face off,” Nittany said as she cut into her D’Artagnan Kobe-style Wagyu beef strip loin.
“Although if you’re going to hate a man, I do like the way you do it,” Godiva said rubbing her stomach as she bit into a fantail shrimp. “You have good taste my sister, damn good taste—in both men and food.”
“Cosign,” Nittany chimed in.
“Just because I might want to hump I.R.I.S.H. across the whole of North America doesn’t mean I don’t hate him,” Alchemy said, licking her fingers and wishing it was I.R.I.S.H. that she was licking instead.
“Did you say ‘might’?” Godiva asked before laughing in her face.
“Eat me,” Alchemy offered as she reached for another chocolate.
“If you tasted like this steak, I could be persuaded to eat you,” Godiva said.
“I don’t know why you’re over there tripping, Alchemy. You know you don’t want any tongue except the one attached to the succulent lips of that fine ass Cajun,” Nittany said.
“You’re right. No one eats pussy like I.R.I.S.H.,” Alchemy admitted.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” M.O.C.H.A. said as he attempted to rise from his seat.
“No way, Pal. You’re one of us now. We explained what would happen if you insisted on hooking your wagon to that trollop,” Alchemy said.
“Yeah, instead of hooking it to one of us,” Nittany pouted.
“Ha ha,” Revolution said. “You’re like community property,” she said as she pulled her husband back down.
“And we’re the board of directors,” Godiva said.
“Yep, so you’re not allowed to leave. In fact, you’re here today so that you can fix this mess being I.R.I.S.H. is your friend,” Revolution said as she nipped his ear.
“Yeah, M.O.C.H.A.,” Nittany said. “I.R.I.S.H. is your friend so he’s your responsibility.”
“But he’s Alchemy’s boyfriend.”
“And whose fault is that?” Revolution asked. “If you hadn’t hired him as a consultant and then become enthralled with his motorcycle, I.R.I.S.H. would’ve been back in New Orleans enjoying king cake, gumbo and beignets instead of at the estate where he seduced Alchemy.”
“I wouldn’t say that I.R.I.S.H. seduced Alchemy, especially recalling how she practically dry-humped him in your kitchen after he starting speaking Cajun French to her,” Godiva said as she sipped her second glass of Vie Di Romans Dessimis, Pinot Grigio, 2006.
“He’s such a sexy beast when he speaks Cajun to me,” Alchemy said. “Especially when he’s naked…and wet. I.R.I.S.H. has the best ass.”
“Cosign, although I have to rank it right up there with M.O.C.H.A.’s,” Nittany said.
“And that Kiwi friend of M.O.C.H.A.’s” Godiva threw in. “Mr. Tai Napier might be a mechanic but he has a calling as an ass model.”
“T.M.I.,” M.O.C.H.A. said. “I don’t need to know anything about either Côme’s or Tai’s asses.”
“I can tell you all you need to know: they look good. Squeezable, sculpted masterpieces that a woman could bounce a ten dollar roll of quarters off of. They’re the kind of asses that make you want to wave a white hanky in the air and start humming.”
“Mercy,” Nittany said. “I’m going to need to see that.”
“Indeed you do. Too bad, Tai’s worn out from his thirty-hour flight because the Kiwi would’ve been a nice addition to the table…as a centerpiece. Facedown, ass up, covered in a light sheen of baby oil,” Godiva sighed and took another sip of her wine before turning to M.O.C.H.A. who was busy gagging. “I’m just wondering, do you have any friends that aren’t fine?”
“No,” Revolution answered for him. “Every single one of those motherfuckers is fine.”
That earned her a dirty look from M.O.C.H.A. and from Revolution’s sudden intake of breath, a good, hard feel under the table.
“Besides you lovely ladies, all of my friends are guys, and I’m going to have to say all of them are ass ugly.”
“That’s because you’re heterosexual. If you were gay, you’d be all over them,” Godiva said. “A connoisseur of fine men, I’d be hard-pressed to say who’s finer: you, I.R.I.S.H. or Tai.”
“M.O.C.H.A. is definitely the finer of the men,” Revolution gasped.
“Thank you, cariño.”
“Just think, if M.O.C.H.A. was at least bisexual, Alchemy would have to fight him for I.R.I.S.H.,” Nittany said.
“Oooh, that’d be a good fight,” Godiva said.
“I’m not exactly sure when this conversation got out of hand but I’d say it’s officially out of hand,” M.O.C.H.A. said.
“It got out of hand when your little friend decided to move i
n with me. Who does that?” Alchemy asked.
“You didn’t have to let him move in,” M.O.C.H.A. said.
“I didn’t let I.R.I.S.H. move in, M.O.C.H.A. He just took it upon himself to do so. One day the fine bastard brought over a bag full of his stuff and the next thing you know his Barbarian V8 has taken up permanent residence in my garage.”
“And I bet he fucked you on that bike, didn’t he?” Godiva asked.
“Goodness yes,” she moaned at the memory of him bending her over it, “but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” M.O.C.H.A. asked.
“The point is, he can’t just move in here with me.”
“But doesn’t he pay half the mortgage?” M.O.C.H.A. asked.
“He pays the entire mortgage and the utilities and half the grocery bill, but that’s not the point. He can’t just decide to move in here with me.”
“Why not? Is it because you’re scared of him?” M.O.C.H.A. taunted.
“Me? Scared?” Alchemy asked. “I am not scared of I.R.I.S.H. despite his habit of ripping off my panties whenever I have the chance to sneak some on.”
“It’s a damn good thing you’re wearing jeans because I don’t want to be eating my shrimp wondering if that smell is my seafood or you with your legs wide open,” Godiva said.
“Oh my goodness, you’re such a witch, Godiva. My pussy smells divine.”
“You women just don’t care if you kill me, do you?” M.O.C.H.A. asked.
“Not really, no,” Godiva said.
“Especially when the rest of us don’t get to have our wicked way with your hot bod,” Nittany said. “Maybe if we got a crack at that, we might care.”
“A smidge,” Godiva threw in.
“So, you’re not scared of Côme?” M.O.C.H.A. asked.
“Not at all.”
“So if he was here, you’d tell him to his face that you aren’t scared of him?”
“Hell yeah,” she said with attitude.
“Ah, exactly what I wanted to hear,” M.O.C.H.A. said before whipping out his phone.
Alchemy didn’t know what M.O.C.H.A. was about to do but something told her that whatever it was, it was going to be big. The Spaniard didn’t know how to do things any other way, as evidenced by his courting of Revolution. “Côme, just wanted to let you know that Alchemy has said, no proclaimed—at the top of her lungs—that she is less than impressed with you. Obviously, your loving leaves a lot to be desired. Not to worry though. Tai is in town. I’m sure he would be more than willing to take up your slack.”
That was the point where M.O.C.H.A. clicked off the phone without so much as a bye your leave.
“M.O.C.H.A., what did you just do?” Alchemy whispered.
“Just relayed to Côme that you’re not scared.”
“That was a little more than relaying a message. You poked the tiger.”
“But you’re not scared of him. Besides, I have it on excellent authority that Tai is a good-looking man. You can just go out with him.”
“He damn sure is,” Godiva threw in.
“I don’t want to go out with Tai,” Alchemy argued.
“You think I.R.I.S.H. is just going to give up Alchemy to anybody?” Revolution asked.
“Not at all, but I’ll be most entertained watching what unfolds,” M.O.C.H.A. smirked.
“Andoni, you’re so bad.”
“But you like it when I’m bad, cariño.”
“M.O.C.H.A., you know I.R.I.S.H. is crazy.”
“Sí,” he said unrepentant.
“You better be lucky that Revolution is carrying your baby, or you’d be dead meat.”
“The fact that Revolution is carrying his baby is proof that his meat isn’t dead,” Godiva said.
That caused a round of laughter that was broken by the roar of a motorcycle.
Oh shit.
Alchemy didn’t have time to run…not that she was planning on it. The sound of I.R.I.S.H.’s booted feet coming down the hall made her heart beat speed up…and her pussy wet. She knew he was coming for her…knew it and everything in her body welcomed it.
“What are you doing here?” Alchemy asked breathlessly when I.R.I.S.H.’s substantial form filled the doorway.
“I live here, cher,” he said as he strolled in the room like he owned it. Taking the seat next to her, he slid close to her and helped himself to one of her chocolates before helping himself to her mouth. “Do you have on panties?” he asked as he nipped her ear.
“Y-y-yes,” she stuttered. “But we have company, I.R.I.S.H.”
“You know the rules, cher,” he said as he cupped her mound.
“I.R.I.S.H., you can’t dictate to me what I wear,” she said even as she arched into his touch.
“I can’t dictate to you but I can remind you of the consequences. Run, Alchemy,” he said, “unless you don’t mind me taking you right here.”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasped. Seeing him shrug out of his t-shirt revealing his rock hard chest, Alchemy knew good and damn well he would since he’d had her any number of places for daring to wear panties.
Despite it being her house, Alchemy had had three months to get acquainted with the Cajun. He wasn’t kidding. He’d fuck her and fuck her good as soon as he caught her. Despite being mad at him for being so damn high-handed, she’d let him catch her. Shooting a mean look at M.O.C.H.A., she spat at him. “I.R.I.S.H. is your friend. Fix it, M.O.C.H.A. or you can go ahead and pick out a black suit to wear to I.R.I.S.H.’s fucking funeral!”
And then she ran.
“Y’all are so entertaining,” Godiva said.
“You should make Alchemy mad more, I.R.I.S.H. because I like being fed so well,” Nittany said.
“You shouldn’t make her mad at all, I.R.I.S.H. Have you thought about how inconvenient it’s going to be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of your life?” Revolution asked.
“The only thing I think about each night is being inside of my woman,” Côme said unapologetically as he made his way up the stairs, unbuttoning his fly on the way. “Don’t mind any screaming you here. That’s just Alchemy singing her pleasure and my praises.”
“If you were going to start stripping, you should’ve started sooner so we could’ve gotten an eye full,” Godiva shouted.
“I would, but then Andoni might fall in love with me and I wouldn’t want Alchemy to have to hurt him.”
“Que te jodan, Côme,” Andoni growled.
“You have Revolution for that,” he said. And then, just to get back at his friend a little, he turned to Revolution. “While making love to you is undoubtedly a privilege for Andoni, considering what an ass Andoni is, I’m sure for you it is a chore. His friend Tai is here and one thing the New Zealander appreciates is a beautiful woman. You, Revolution, are indeed beautiful and in my humble opinion, Napier goes much better with your name than Serranías.”
Andoni’s rapid, Spanish curses might’ve made sailors blush but Côme found they were music to his ears. He’d deal with his friend later…much later.
KINK
The bedroom
Alchemy ran like the hounds of hell were after her, even though there wasn’t a hound in sight. With a crazy daddy and three equally crazy siblings, the only person crazy enough to chase her was the determined Cajun. Unlike her, I.R.I.S.H. wouldn’t be running; he would be taking his own sweet damn time, stalking her like he knew he would catch her. And he would, because he always had, since that first day.
A slow hand man, I.R.I.S.H. wasn’t happy unless he was making her beg for his touch. She of course, wasn’t happy unless I.R.I.S.H. was touching her. She couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed especially recalling just how good his hands felt on her body and in her body.
Where the fuck was the man? She wondered even as she slid her shirt over her head. Having been the beneficiary of his sexual dominance for the past three months, Alchemy craved him. Shimmying out of her jeans, she sank to the bed and tried to calm herself before she overdosed
on her own anticipation. He made her needy, achy, hot and bothered. On fire from need, she slid her finger into her panties and teased her sex, wishing it was I.R.I.S.H.’s fingers stroking her.
His sexual prowess had made her own fingers inadequate. He’d rendered her sex toys useless. Nothing but his touch would do, yet stubbornly, she still attempted to find relief.
She was so wet, so close to pleasure, but so far away. All she needed was…
“What did I tell you about touching my pussy?”
The sound of her lover washed over her, causing her sex to pulse beneath her fingers. Opening her eyes, Alchemy focused on the man who filled her doorway. He was the same man who filled her soul.
“The same thing you told me about wearing panties,” she sassed even as she opened her legs wider. “But just as I told you before, it’s my pussy and if I want to touch it or cover it with panties, I’m going to.”
He didn’t verbally respond to her taunt. Truthfully, she didn’t expect him to rise to her taunt because that wasn’t his style. I.R.I.S.H. didn’t get bent out of shape, he didn’t yell, he didn’t forewarn. He simply set a course and relentlessly pursued it to the end.
Looking into his serious grey eyes, Alchemy admitted the truth: She’d always been his and I.R.I.S.H. had always been hers…not from the first moment they met but from the first moment, period. That day in Revolution’s kitchen was simply a long time coming. She’d run from what they were meant to be; I.R.I.S.H. had run to it, relentlessly pursuing her as if there was no other possible ending other than them being together.
He’d infiltrated every part of her life. His clothes were lined up next to hers in the massive walk-in; his toothbrush was in the stand next to hers on the sink; his scent was mingled with hers in their bed. More than that, he was in her, caressing her with his love, filling her body with truth, fulfilling their destiny.
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