Simon: Le Beau Brothers: New Orleans Billionaire Shifters with BBW mates Series (Le Beau Series)

by V. A. Dold

  She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her purse. “Come on, Romeo, I’m ready for a boat ride and a turn around the dance floor.”

  Simon held her hand as she got into the boat then jumped in and revved the motor. “I’ll go slow so I don’t mess up your gorgeous hair.” He winked.

  She blew him a kiss and fluffed her hair dramatically.

  Even going slow it only took twenty minutes to reach the pier serving the bar. He already heard the music and boisterous patrons. He cut the motor and helped her exit safely; boats weren’t designed for high heels.

  Rose looked up and down the line of boat slips and shoreline. “Where’s her sign?”

  “She doesn’t have one. We’d rather random humans didn’t wonder in. Mates are more than welcome, but the occasional human to happen upon the bar isn’t very well received.”

  He led her to an open table. “I’ll get us drinks, would you like wine or a whiskey Coke?”

  “A whiskey Coke sounds great.” Her eyes were bright with excitement as she checked out the crowd.

  He squeezed into an open spot at the bar and waved his cousin over. “Julia! How are you, cher?”

  “Oh, mon dieu! Simon, it’s so good to see you. I heard you found your mate.”

  “I did.” He gestured to their table. “Rose is seated right there, stop over if you get a break.”

  “Oh, elle est de toute beauté. You’re a lucky man, cuz.”

  “Don’t I know it.” He grinned. “Can I get a Whiskey Coke and a beer?”

  “Oui.”

  He turned his back to the bar to check on Rose. Simon’s breath caught as she unconsciously moistened her lip with the tip of her pink tongue. That mouth was made for sin, with its plush lower lip. He imagined her mouth doing wicked things to a certain part of his anatomy. Blood thrummed in his veins. Simon turned to inconspicuously adjust himself, his faded jeans were suddenly way too tight. Her intoxicating scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls licked at his groin even from across the room. He wanted to rub himself all over her, saturating her with his scent whenever they were in public. His wolf wouldn’t be satisfied until they were mated.

  Gazing at her across the room his blood surged, he imagined her naked on his bed, her thighs parted in invitation. He lowered his head and tasted her passion. Loving her long into the night, her excited cries entwining with his hoarse groans as they made the bed shudder and shake. He shook his head. He really needed to get control of his randy thoughts. This was date night and he would show her a good time away from his bed for once. Down boy, he snarled at his wolf. When he glanced at her again she was snickering and shaking her head at him. He must be imagining loudly.

  “Here you go, no charge, and congratulations, Simon.” Julia rapped her knuckles on the bar top before she turned her attention to making another customer’s drink. She was very busy, so he left her to it. He’d barely taken his seat when the band took the stage for another set. He stood and held his hand out to Rose. “May I have this dance?”

  “Why, yes, you may,” she said, back playing along.

  Simon held her close enough to see the sparkles in her blue eyes. He loved the way her gaze lit up when she was happy. But his wolf itched to see her eyes dazed with passion as he made love to her, and then sated and sleepy afterwards. For now holding her on the dance floor would do. Rose’s intoxicating fragrance surrounded him, teasing his senses. He was in heaven.

  He cupped her cheek with a large, warm palm. “I’m so happy you moved into our house, Rose. Having you in my arms makes me the luckiest man in the world.” The moment she agreed to move to his house he’d called it their home. His glowing blue eyes regarded her with a tenderness that made her breath hitch.

  She tightened her arms around his neck, urging his face closer to hers. “I didn’t want to go back to Anna’s, to an empty bed anymore,” she told him. “If you really plan to have me as your mate, it only made sense.”

  “Just say the word and I’m yours completely. Forever.” He smiled, then dipped his head, kissed her deeply and nuzzled her.

  She felt his breath on her neck as he breathed her in. He really liked doing that. Shivers ran up her spine when she felt him gently kiss where he said he would put his mating mark. Playing the vixen, she rubbed her body against his.

  Over the past weeks, his sincere, quiet assurances, the way he gazed into her eyes as if she were the only woman in the world, had triggered a daring side she never knew she possessed. Her lace bra felt too restrictive against her sensitive, erect nipples as her actions created an intense stimulation. A pleasant ache began pulsing between her legs. From the passionate interest in his eyes, she knew he smelled her arousal.

  Lowering his head, he kissed her again. She closed her eyes, relishing the sweetness of his tender kiss.

  “You,” he dragged in a deep breath, as if it took great effort to control himself, “are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re what I‘ve always imagined the perfect woman to be. How did I get so lucky?”

  She touched his cheek, caressing with her thumb. He smiled then turned his head to catch her thumb in his mouth and suckle it.

  Desire flared in her veins. The air fled her lungs at his sheer sexual intensity. He wrapped a strand of her silky hair around his finger and drew her close.

  “A small preview,” he murmured as his eyes burned brighter. His body was so damned hard he was afraid of taking a step, afraid of moving. He couldn’t ever remember having such a raging hard-on or such a painful need to relieve it.

  He led her to their table where they could watch the band and cool off. If he didn’t calm his libido he might set this bar ablaze with his intense need. He hoped Rose would agree to be his mate soon, his wolf was getting more feral by the day. “I’m going to get another beer would you like another drink?”

  “Just a Coke this time.”

  The moment he left the table she felt a familiar prickling sensation crawl up her neck. Someone was watching her. A rancid breath scorched her skin right before she heard a familiar voice behind her. It dragged her back to the abandoned store with the muggers.

  She flew to her feet sending her chair crashing to the floor. Spinning to defend herself, she found an empty space. There was no one there. Her gaze darted around the bar, searching for his face. How could he just disappear?

  Simon flew to her side, “Babe, what is it?”

  “Him. Travis. He was behind me.”

  “Guard her!” He ordered the men nearest her. A massive snarl erupted as he shifted in the middle of the bar. Simon was able to transform into a wolf the size of a Mastiff. He had a blond coat with a multitude of colors running through it, black, blond, even milk chocolate. Expressive almond-shaped, sky blue eyes normally sparkled behind long lush lashes that any woman would kill for. Today they looked dangerous. His wolf had a muscular frame, and a walk that resembled more of a prowl than anything else. Shifters senses were far more acute than humans. Even in human form they had a heightened senses of smell, hearing, and vision. But as a wolf, few could track better than Simon.

  The crowd moved out of his way like a flock of sheep avoiding a predator. Frantically he searched for the scent he needed. He couldn’t find the tiniest whiff of Travis. Other shifters joined his search as it spilled onto the grounds surrounding the bar. Nothing.

  Jason Ledet walked to Simon’s side and waited for him to shift. “You won’t find him that way.”

  “Why not?” Simon growled savagely.

  “He can block his and anyone else’s scent he chooses. You need to search for a complete lack of scent. That is the clue to where he’s been.”

  Simon was so worked up he was panting. He took one last look into the dense forest then returned to Rose.

  He held out his hand to her. “Sweetheart, we should go. I no longer feel you are safe here.”

  “All right.” Without argument she left with him. She wouldn’t say it in front of all these strangers, but she didn’t think she was safe either. />
  Simon seated Rose next to him in the rear of the boat going home. He and his wolf needed to keep her close and she seemed to want it as well.

  Rose dug through her purse for her Chapstick, that’s when she realized something was missing. “I think he stole my wallet.”

  Simon idled the motor and reached for her purse. One sniff and he knew she was right, no scent at all. Travis had touched it. “What was in it?” he asked warily.

  “My drivers license, credit cards, all the normal stuff.”

  “He has your Denver address. I’m sorry, baby, I wanted to give you more time before I asked this of you. But, it’s not safe for you there anymore. Are you willing to move permanently to our home?”

  “You really think he would go all the way to Denver?”

  “He’s insane, he doesn’t do rational things. Yes, he would go there if he thought you were there.”

  She sighed. “Then I guess I better pack my things and move.”

  “I can call Etienne. He has people in Denver. They’ll pack your belongings and escort them to you. As long as your household is guarded he won’t be able to try anything. I wouldn’t put it past him to boobie trap boxes to harm you.”

  “I really don’t like anyone digging in my stuff.”

  Laughing, he said, “I know. I have first hand experience with being denied touching your stuff when you moved from Anna’s.”

  “Sorry about that, old habits you know. If you think its best, I’ll get over it.”

  He let out a long breath. “Great, I’ll feel much better after I call Et and put his men on the job.”

  She waited for him on the dock while he secured the boat in the slip. She didn’t feel safe even walking across the lawn to his home.

  Once inside, he locked the door. She kissed him lightly. “I’m going to wash my face and get out of these heels.” She looked him directly in the eye as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor as she left him in the kitchen wearing, nothing but a thong and four-inch heels from the waist down.

  Simon was thrilled with the sexy woman Rose had blossomed into. With a look or a gesture she could set him on fire. Well, two could play at that game. But first he had a call to make.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Etienne, this is Simon Le beau.”

  “Simon, it’s a pleasure to hear from you, how is the lovely Rose?”

  “She becomes more beautiful everyday. I’m calling because I need your assistance on her behalf.”

  “What can I do for her?”

  “The rogue shifter Travis is still stalking her and tonight he stole her wallet from her purse. He now has her personal information about her home in Denver. We need to have her apartment packed and moved here to our home at once. I don’t trust letting her things out of sight, so I’d like the moving van ushered here.”

  “I agree, that mutt is a menace and utterly insane. He could try anything. Her items should never go unguarded. Consider it done, and please give my friend a kiss on the cheek for me.”

  “Thank you, Et, I appreciate the assist more than you know.”

  He ended the call and proceeded with Operation Payback Rose.

  She found Simon sitting on the kitchen counter, eating ice cream from the carton. Leather jacket and boots still on, it looked like he had gone straight to the freezer when they got back.

  Slowly he spooned the frozen treat into his mouth, eyes locked on her, strong throat muscles working as he wrapped his tongue around the spoon and then swallowed.

  Transfixed by the sight, she stopped at the door. This man made eating ice cream look wonderfully sinful.

  Never taking his eyes from hers, his tongue slowly stroked a drop off the spoon. It curled around the backside to get every bit of sweetness.

  His gaze flicked to her clinching fists then he raised his nose and sniffed deeply capturing her rich scent of arousal. The rumble from his chest caused moisture to seep onto her clenched thighs. A growl of appreciation erupted from his throat as his wolf came into his eyes.

  Simon ran his tongue over his lips, then he brought another spoonful of ice cream to his mouth and slid it in. Rose’s nipples beaded to stiff peaks and her toes curled.

  “I love your scent. I could pick you out of a thousand women, blindfolded. You’re so perfectly unique.”

  He gave a seductive smile and gestured with the spoon. “Want some?”

  “Oh, yeah, but not the ice cream.”

  He crooked a finger at her, his smile sexy and enticing. “Come here, cher.”

  She sashayed to him, wedged his thighs further apart and pressed her hips into him. Her hands reached under his chin, tugged down the zipper of his jacket. She was on tiptoe trying to push the leather from his shoulders, the man was too tall sometimes.

  He slid off the counter and let her tear it off him. “I like when you take control.”

  Next she removed his shirt. She eyed his jeans, slid her fingers half way in and used them to lead him to the bedroom.

  Stopping next to the bed the whisper of his zipper was the only sound in the room as she stripped his jeans down his legs. His knees began to shake. “Cher,” he said, taking her hands. “It’s my turn.”

  He slid his palms under the hem of her sweater and slowly pushed it up. Rose lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head. He tossed it aside and with two fingers popped the clasp of her bra. The lacy scrap fell free, releasing her breasts to his gaze.

  She ran her hands up his chest under his T-shirt. A jolt of exquisite pleasure shot through him as she found a nipple and circled it, pinched it. Pushing the shirt higher, he helped her pull it over his head.

  With his hands freed, he tangled them in her hair and kissed her senseless.

  “Boots?” she breathed huskily.

  “Yes, please.”

  Wearing only her heels and thong, she bent down and unlaced them, slowly. She made it into a strip tease as she tossed each boot and then his pants across the room. Every move caused her breasts to sway. His mouth salivated watching her strip him bare. He was naked and very erect.

  With a sexy wiggle of her hips, she began her own strip tease as she tucked her thumbs under her thong’s elastic and slowly worked them down her legs and over her heels. She brazenly offered the panties to him, which he gleefully accepted. Crushing them to his nose he inhaled. Her scent had his eyes rolling in his head and his erection twitching.

  She was watching him as she rolled her nipples when he opened his eyes. His heart stuttered to a stop.

  “On the bed?” she questioned when he remained frozen in place.

  Coming to his senses, he leapt to the bed and flung himself down on his back. He wore nothing but a grin as he drank her in.

  He reached down and stroked himself knowing it was a real turn on for her to watch. “Make love to me, mon coeur.” His outstretched hand invited her to join him.

  Nibbling her fingernail, she ran her gaze over him from head to toe, one last time. Bracing her hands on his strong thighs, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his bare skin, feeling him quiver. She licked a trail from his throat to his left pec, her tongue swirling around one small brown nipple, then she lightly nipped, enjoying his rumbling groan. She flicked it with her tongue, then licked her way down his rippling stomach, running her tongue along each valley. She followed the enticing line of hair trailing lower and had almost reached her goal.

  He slid his hands into her hair and drew her back to his lips. Captured her mouth with his own. Simon licked the inside of her mouth, stroking his tongue slowly as she moaned and squirmed. The long, lingering kiss set her on fire.

  Both his human soul and wolf soul craved this. They craved her. He wrapped one arm around her and flipped them both so he was on top. Rose threw back her head as Simon nudged her legs apart. His ragged breath scorched her thighs.

  She ran her fingers down his smooth cheek to his lower lip. He nipped them playfully. She watched him as he nudged her legs farther and took her into hi
s mouth. She moaned in pleasure as her legs quivered. Seeking to sooth her aching nipples, she stroked them.

  Simon lifted his head and regarded her, his intent gaze glowing. “Touch yourself, Rose. I want you soaked and ready for me when I make love to you. I’m going to make you burn, make you scream. I want to taste your climax on my tongue.” He gave a wicked grin. “And that’s just the beginning.”

  He devoured her. There was no other word for it. He slowly swirled his tongue over her clit as his fingers squeezed and kneaded her ass. Very lightly, he bit. She screamed.

  He licked and teased until her head spun. Her body wound tighter as he stroked his tongue faster and harder until she could take it no longer. And then he gave one last flick, and she shattered. Screaming, her body convulsed with an explosive orgasm He turned her body inside out by his masterful tongue and touch. He gently soothed her with tiny kisses, until the last spasm faded and she lay limp and panting.

  Simon rumbled at the sound of her pleasure, at the taste of it. There was nothing sweeter than hearing the screams of a mate climaxing. Sitting back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “I love you,” she breathed.

  The wolf in him howled in satisfaction. Not only had they satisfied their mate, but she had declared her love for them.

  He kissed his way up her body slowly until he covered her skin with his own. She looked at him with affection shining brightly in the blue depths of her eyes. He braced himself above her, leaving space between their bodies. He took her hand into his and led it to his throbbing erection.

  His short, crisp hairs teased her fingers. He growled deep in his throat as she wrapped her fist around the hard length of him. The man was large and he was already wet and straining.

  Threading his fingers in her hair, he kissed her passionately while she stroked him.

  “That is what you do to me, Rose. All it takes is a thought and I’m hard as a rock for you. I love you with all my heart.”

  He positioned himself at her core. “Guide me, Rose.”

  She held him while he slid into her slick folds feeling their bodies join.