Redemption Song [Midnight, New Orleans Style 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  Heidi met his gaze. They sat in his back garden on the brick patio after having scarfed the remaining jambalaya inside the home’s cavernous kitchen. For the first time in his nonstop hookup career, basically using women and throwing them away, Rémy felt embarrassed that he had such a glorious chef’s kitchen, and here he was nuking jambalaya. “Yes, what is it about that, do you think? We’re meant to be together. We’re witnesses. We’re inseparable. But what will we do after this is over? I can hardly stay in New Orleans. Niko can, if he stays mortal. This is his hometown.”

  Rémy had worried about that. Of all the asinine, colossally unbelievable shit that had gone down in the past couple of days, the part Rémy truly believed in the strongest was that the three of them were united and interwoven. Splitting them up would be a disastrous mistake. “Will you at least consider relocating here? I know one day with two strange men is hardly anything to base a career move on. But you’ve heard the predictions. Hell, you’ve seen stuff with your own eyes that’s impossible to explain.”

  “True,” admitted Heidi. “There’s no denying that. I thought my near-death experience in Hawaii was the wildest, most paranormal thing I’d ever experienced, but our recent escapades put that all to shame. I mean, physically, yes, it would be possible to relocate. Stockbrokers can go anywhere, work anywhere. I’m close to my dad and sister, but they’d probably love an excuse to visit New Orleans. So yeah!” She was cheerful now, accepting of anything life would throw at her. “Yeah, I can see relocating. Who doesn’t love The Big Easy?”

  Rémy was surprisingly relieved to hear Heidi say this. He had never been a believer in love at first sight, but his heartstrings were definitely being wrenched by this inexperienced, square stockbroker. Her innocence tugged at a different section of his brain. The models and actresses he was used to “dating” prodded at the animalistic, conquering part of his brain. Survival of the fittest meant that it was imperative he mate with the most attractive, physically fit specimens, even if he hoped not to impregnate them. Suddenly the boring, logical part of his brain was whispering loudly. It told him that Heidi was a sweet, good-natured, and forever-loyal partner who would never cause him the slightest moment of unease or worry.

  Besides, she gave a banging excellent blowjob.

  “Good! Good. I’m glad to hear that. You can stay here, of course. I’ve got six bedrooms and have only used one. I mean, until you find your own place. No rush.”

  “Of course. Anything to keep Niko—and Sabine—safe in the present. So, what about you? You have this big, gorgeous home, but no girlfriend?”

  “No girlfriend,” Rémy was quick to say. Suddenly he remembered Amber. “I had one, two years ago. She actually wasn’t a model or actress. She was a product manager at my software company in Austin.”

  “Oh!” Heidi sounded cheerful. “But what happened?”

  “My obsession with Jean Lafitte is what happened. The more money I made, the less I really needed to be at the offices every day, so I started delving more into Jean’s story. I hired a private investigator. I bought this house—the whole nine yards. Amber got fed up. Said I was acting like an immature brat, that only six-year-olds spent their entire day chasing down some fictitious gold bars.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. If you’re financially secure, why not spend your day treasure hunting? The only time it would be ridiculous would be if you neglected a job to goof off, and you couldn’t pay your mortgage. But you own the company. Why shouldn’t you be allowed to chase childhood dreams? You earned it. You deserve it. You’re just doing what retired people do, only sooner.”

  Rémy’s heart soared to hear the levelheaded Heidi say this. If the down-to-earth woman could see his quest that way, then it must be a legitimate goal. Amber had placed seeds of doubt into his mind. Maybe he was being an immature moron. He was no Indiana Jones. Hidden treasure only happened in special effects movies involving Nicolas Cage. He was handing over the reins of his beloved company to professional executives who didn’t have their heart in it. And, worse, he was acting like a puerile dickhead.

  These accusations and more, Amber hurled at him over a one-month period. Finally Rémy could take it no more, and he told Amber she was right. “You’re right, Amber. I’m chasing smoke and pipe dreams, but it’s something I need to follow through on. I don’t want to live my life wondering if I could have found my legacy. I’ve got to go to New Orleans.”

  Amber had been shocked at that. She must have thought if she kept ranting for a whole month about how much she hated his pursuit of the Lafitte fortune, he would cave and stay in Austin. But who wanted a man who had caved? A man who had kowtowed would always resent it, would always wonder what could have been. He would more than likely become bitter and resentful—would wind up pursuing the dream anyway.

  “Exactly!” Rémy exuberantly poured more wine for Heidi. “I can’t believe you understand it.”

  “Well, of course I do.” Heidi batted her lashes at Rémy. “I’m a frustrated treasure seeker, too. Every stockbroker probably is. And maybe, just maybe, I want to be allowed to chase the gold with you. Why not? Sounds like fun. Unlike you, though, I have to return to work, sooner rather than later.”

  “Of course. Of course you can come with me! I don’t know how the gold fits into this whole Niko and Baal-Berith adventure, but once Niko is firmly set here in the present we’re free to pursue it.”

  “I think the whole point of the gold was to bring you to us. You never would’ve been standing in a cemetery at night—”

  “Incanting strange things to my egun.”

  “—if you hadn’t been looking for the gold. Niko would never have been raised from the dead. I never would’ve noticed you. The three of us are destined, Rémy! You’ve already learned that there’s something more important than gold. Already you put Niko’s well-being above your own. That’s something. That’s saying a lot.”

  Rémy had to chuckle. “Yeah. Saying a lot for me, especially. Well. It’s not like I can’t find the gold later.”

  Gulping his wine, he stood. He didn’t know exactly how to say this, and it wasn’t often he was at a loss for words. He knew his house in the Lower Garden District wasn’t part of the pentalpha, but he wanted to continue “placing stones” with Heidi—and if Niko wanted to join in, all the better. So he finally just came out with it. He looked down at the eager, gullible girl, knowing he looked like a god to her, especially from this angle.

  “Heidi. I’m thinking if the three of us are inseparable, I need to do more to convince you to stay. I don’t want you staying just because some prediction or prophecy told you to. I want you staying because you want to.”

  Heidi looked curious. “Yes? Whatever you mean, it sounds good. I’d like to be convinced by you.”

  Rémy reached out a hand. “Then come.”

  Heidi asked no questions as he led her into the house. Niko was using the “vertical bath” down the hall from Rémy’s master suite, so Rémy led Heidi to his bed. His assistant had confirmed Leclerc had owned Rémy’s house from 1844 until his death in 1855. Rémy wasn’t surprised.

  He couldn’t believe he was about to do what he was about to do. He so rarely stooped to such activities—he hoped he remembered how to do it.

  He spoke offhandedly as they mounted the curving staircase, resisting the urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her, Rhett Butler style. “Baal-Berith is October’s demon, but at midnight tonight November’s demon will be Asmodeus.”

  “Oh, yes?” Heidi had the light tone of someone accustomed to discussing the demons as though they hung out with them. “And what does Asmodeus do?”

  “He’s a prince of Seraphim. He tempts men into wantonness.”

  Heidi hesitated before responding. “Well. We certainly wouldn’t want him taking over now, would we?”

  Rémy didn’t shut his bedroom door behind her. He took her by the shoulder, lifting her silken hair off her neck, massaging the back of her skull. “I’m thinking we
do want him taking over. One, Baal will be out of our business, either way. Whether or not we get Niko to stay with us, we’re probably going to owe a lot to Asmodeus. We should suck it up to him.”

  Heidi looked skeptically at Rémy. He expected that. He was only halfway serious about Asmodeus, after having read about him late last night. “Do you think we’re going to be stuck owing something to demons our entire lives?”

  “Not sure, really. But why take a chance?”

  Rémy kissed Heidi then. Realizing he had not kissed her yet, he put his all into it. He had been selfish so far with her. She had sucked his prick like a pro, but he felt he had talked her into it, taken advantage of her wild and wanton tourist’s mood.

  Rémy wanted to redeem himself now, so he kissed her passionately. Normally with Rémy a kiss was a formality that stood in the way of getting a blowjob. Now he treated it as an erotic act unto itself, and Heidi responded warmly.

  He feasted on her lower lip, slipping the tip of his tongue just barely into her mouth. He teased her like that until she pressed her pelvis against his. Her mouth felt clean and innocent, unused by a hundred shallow, selfish men such as himself. Rémy pressed his palm to her lower back to encourage her in her dry-humping of his crotch. He swallowed her tiny little moans as they hiccupped from her, and he was in no rush to proceed to any other act. He took her soft chin into his fingers and tilted her face toward his, feeling empowered, manly.

  It was Heidi who broke the kiss. Her eyes were shadowed with frenzied desperation, and she jammed her butt onto the edge of Rémy’s mattress. Hooking her fingers under his belt, she pulled him to her, ready to plunge her face against his pubic bone.

  He stopped her. Even as he did it, Rémy couldn’t believe he was stopping her. What the fuck? Since when have I not taken any and every blowjob that was offered to me? But he wasn’t.

  “No,” he said quietly, jiggling her by the shoulders.

  “No, why?” she pleaded. “It’s not like I don’t enjoy it. You’ve got a beautiful, long, plump cock.”

  At this, more than his ego swelled, but Rémy pressed Heidi’s torso down flat on the mattress. He squeezed his own prick, feeling masterful and lordly with her all sprawled out there like that. She wore a simple flowered sundress she had probably planned to party hearty with her friends in, but due to a hundred convoluted twists of fate, she had inexorably wound up in his bed.

  Heidi was beautiful in her own unique way. Her sweetness, intelligence, and honesty more than made up for what most people would call her “plainness.” Some other callous friends of his might use stronger terms. They would probably ruthlessly rib Rémy for being with her, but suddenly Rémy couldn’t care less. Heidi was pure and gentle, and when Rémy kneeled to pleasure her, he had never been so eager—and less sure of himself.

  Shitpickle, as Heidi would say. When was the last time he’d gone muff-diving? What if I suck at it? Rémy just plunged in head first, mouthing and tonguing her mound through the thin panty material. What the hell? Give it your all.

  Rémy really did feel that if the scales were balanced more equitably, the orishas would smile down upon them. The yin and the yang, the natural harmony of things. Men couldn’t dominate women all of the time. That created a disorder, an imbalance. And it definitely behooved men to please women some of the time. A pleasured woman purred and was agreeable. That benefited everyone.

  “Oh! Rémy! Oh my fucking God!”

  She held his skull in her trembling fingers. Rémy pressed his open mouth to her clothed clit and breathed steam onto it. This caused the highest squeal he’d thought it possible for a woman to make, higher than a church mouse, almost imperceptible to human ears. Knowing he was on the right track, Rémy continued mouthing and tonguing her vulva, sweetly scented like powder.

  Heidi swiveled her hips like a pole dancer, pressing his teeth against her sweet spot, he assumed. He bore down harder on these spots, at last fingering aside the strip of fabric to allow his tongue to meet flesh. While he teased and taunted her lightly with his tongue-tip, she began backing up against the mattress. It was as if his touch was too intense for her to take, and she tried to back away from him.

  But Rémy followed her, inching his torso up the mattress, too. He didn’t allow her to put an inch of space between them. Doggedly, he pursued her clit until he was flicking his tongue back and forth up the length of it. She had stopped breathing completely now, and he was sure he would have brought her off in seconds had Niko not wandered in.

  “Mon Dieu,” Niko breathed.

  Rémy slowed his licking, his ears alert to any slight sound. He thought he could hear Niko massaging his own penis, the rustle of the bathrobe Rémy had lent him, the urgent squeeze of his palm. Three seconds later, Niko collapsed to the wooden floorboards, his back against the bedframe. He scooted himself over so he sat between Rémy’s outspread thighs as Rémy half-stood over the edge of the mattress.

  Grasping Rémy’s hips, Niko mirrored Rémy’s technique. Plastering his face to Rémy’s erection, Niko mouthed and chewed at the straining glans through his jeans. Rémy gasped so raggedly he couldn’t maintain his rhythm against Heidi’s clit, but so far she didn’t appear to notice the addition of a third person in the room.

  God, he’s good. Must be all that old-timey cocksucking. Rémy had finally figured out that Niko’s Michel was a man. But, perhaps apropos for a rejuvenated soul, Niko had an equitable, bisexual slant. That made sense for a person who had been reincarnated many times, probably as both sexes, if the sages were to be believed.

  Rémy was coming to accept this aspect of Niko’s personality. And if he sucked like that, all the better.

  Heidi started clawing at Rémy’s skull and shuddering her hips against him, sign language for “hurry the fuck up.” So Rémy reached blindly down and assisted Niko by unbuttoning his 501s. Niko wasted no time in figuring out the rest, eagerly jacking Rémy’s penis with dry, loving hands.

  Pleasure pooled in his groin, and it was more difficult to concentrate on Heidi’s pretty labia, the little pearl of her clit peeking out between the engorged lips. She drilled and swiveled her hips more frantically now, and Rémy thought how nice it would be to have simultaneous orgasms. Women had pretended to have simultaneous orgasms before with him, but he knew Heidi wouldn’t lie about that.

  So he reapplied himself with vigor just as Niko was doing the same. Spearing his erection in and out of Niko’s hot mouth, Rémy quickly was elevated to the orgasmic plateau where one hovered, unsure when the intense pleasure would explode into ecstasy. When Niko ran a wet finger up Rémy’s perineum, his innards fluttered with anticipation, and he worked Heidi harder.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” were her only words now for the bliss that was surely saturating her pelvis, her entire body.

  Niko fingered his tight anal ring, making Rémy tremble and shiver. His balls were drawn up tight against his body, full and heavy. His prick had never felt thicker, longer, more virile than with Niko’s hot, wet mouth sucking the seed up its length. When Niko slipped his middle finger up Rémy’s ass, swiftly finding the sensitive pad of his prostate, Rémy lost it.

  The orgasm was fast, all-consuming, delirious. Rémy could tell by the way Heidi held her breath, her thigh muscles tightening, her toes stiff as she wrapped them around his hips, that she was not faking this one.

  Rémy ejaculated load after euphoric load of semen, Niko gulping it hungrily. Every time Niko smacked his lips or made a loud gulp, Rémy’s cock would twitch with delight, and he knew he wouldn’t be stopping this activity in the near future.

  There was no point in saying no to such exquisite torture.

  Chapter Twelve

  Niko drained the spurting, fat cock. He had forgotten how pungent and tart ejaculate could be, and he savored every last drop, swirling his tongue clockwise, then counterclockwise, around the pulsing penis.

  He swallowed gratefully, overwhelmed with happiness that the masculine businessman was allowing him to pleasure him orally.
He knew when he slid his finger up the anus that it would shove Rémy over the edge, and he’d been right. The canal constricted around his finger as he massaged the spot of bliss, as he liked to think of it. This had never failed to make Michel crazy as a bag of hammers.

  He knew Rémy’s house wasn’t on the pentalpha map, but it certainly couldn’t hurt to drop a few stones like a daisy chain, all linked together like that to create an unbreakable bond. It would be even better, he reflected, if he was allowed to link to Heidi, but he had a feeling Rémy would never allow that.

  All the more reason why he was shocked to the core at what happened next.

  He could tell by Heidi’s deathly moans that her orgasm was ebbing alongside Rémy’s. Niko gulped, swallowing the warm seed, feeling it slide down his gullet. Reluctantly he let the cock go when Rémy flipped over and collapsed on his back on the bed, his legs hanging over next to Niko. Heidi moaned deeply, caterwauling like an injured dolphin. Niko used to hear scores of them groaning their death rattle on the beaches in Havana when fishermen came in from the straits. Heidi sounded worse than one of them.

  When Niko popped his head over the edge of the mattress, Heidi abruptly stopped her death wail. Raising herself on her elbows, she grinned at Niko. “Fancy seeing you here! How long have you been here?”

  Niko opened his mouth to answer, but Rémy did it for him.

  “Long enough to give me an amazing skull job.”

  Niko grinned at Rémy now. He crawled up on the bed like a gargoyle going up to his perch. He reclined, propped on an elbow on the other side of Heidi. “Not as good as yours, Heidi. That’s what Rémy meant. Not as good as yours.”

  Heidi frowned at Rémy. “Yes, Rémy. Do I give an amazing skull job, too?”

  Rémy raised his torso up now, too, flustered. “What? Oh God, what did I say? Sorry, ma chère. Just carried away in the moment. You’re both just as good. Equally as good.”