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

by Karen Mercury

  With her ankles locked at the small of Rémy’s back, Heidi exhaled and tried to relax into it. The fact of the matter was, she’d never been fucked by such a stunning, cover model-perfect man. She had been trying to get over her fear of having such a handsome boyfriend. She’d just have to suck it up, all the attention he garnered when they went in public. At Marvin’s funeral only yesterday, Rémy Lafitte had gained the lion’s share of the mourner’s attention, more so than Marvin’s empty coffin or his assistant Toby who played a soulful coronet while driving a little dune buggy.

  Or maybe it was the fact that the trio were the last to see Marvin alive that earned them such attention. Toby, the Purveyor of Camel’s Milk, had pointed them out as being the ones who had whisked Marvin away from the parade—had made him miss the crawfish cook-off. They had a lot of explaining to do about the events at the temple. But basically, Marvin was just helping them with a garden-variety demonic possession type of situation and that was it. Then Marvin’s brother Paul had stepped in. He had privately told them that Marvin was expecting their arrival and had gotten his will in order, giving Paul his Corvette, comic book collection, and PlayStation.

  But the coup de grace was that Marvin had given Paul the coordinates to where he might find Marvin’s abandoned fishing boat near the Barataria Preserve. The location of the boat exactly mirrored Rémy’s coordinates for the gold bars. Indeed, a note from Marvin inside the boat confirmed this theory.

  Rémy, Heidi, and the born-again Niko,

  You might recognize this spot as your area of black mangroves and pelicans. Have your divers look beneath here, after destroying this note, of course.

  Do not sigh or rent your clothing at my passing. I knew you were coming for a long time. In you, I have met my destiny face to face, and I like what I see. You will do fine. Your world cannot contain such a brightly burning flame as I.

  Just have Paul tell them I fell overboard and that’s why you are diving. Everyone knows I can’t swim, and should never have bought a fishing boat. The empty beer bottles in the bottom of the boat will back up this theory. Everyone knows I can’t hold my liquor, especially not of the malt variety.

  Now sing this song three times to cleanse yourselves—

  No more hot sands for us to tread,

  Our journey is ended now

  Before the grandest Potentate,

  We shall forever bow

  Before the grandest Potentate,

  We shall forever bow.

  Es Selamu Aleikum,

  Your Illustrious Potentate

  Of course, when they started to sing the song, Paul told them it was just one of Marvin’s typical pranks. They sung it anyway, just in case. They never destroyed the note because Heidi wanted to keep it.

  Heidi had to finally admit she was in love with Rémy, too. Both men had captured her heart, after all they’d been through together. Absurdly, out of the blue, yesterday her old flame Raoul had called her. It really seemed that he was sounding her out about getting back together, of all the damned things. Her old life seemed so remote from the wine tasting and skiing world of Raoul.

  He’d asked her when she was returning. “Never.” He’d claimed he’d gotten his wandering out of his system—she hadn’t even asked. He had already grown into his own potential and it was time for them to start moving forward together again.

  “Well, it’s nice of you to take me into consideration, Raoul,” she had said, “but I’m really doing quite fine without you. In fact, I’ve already told the president of my firm that I’m transferring here. He set me up with an interview at Rice, Burroughs, and Edgar.”

  “Oh,” Raoul had said. “They’re big.”

  “Which I’ll do, as soon as I move some of my stuff into my new house.”

  “Your…new house? You already found a new house?” Raoul whined heavily now. “Heidi! You’ve only been gone a week!”

  “I know. So much has changed, Raoul. When you hurt me, you hurt me permanently. I moved on before the words were even out of your mouth. And unlike you, my version of ‘moving on’ actually involves moving. So, no. I’m not coming back to you. I’m not coming back at all. But you can send me a postcard from Tahiti. I’ll text you my address.”

  So that was the end of Raoul, and now Heidi had her thighs and arms wrapped around the most scrumptious piece of man candy ever to walk the planet—in fully human form, that was.

  “Oh, please, please, imprint me, Rémy,” cooed Heidi, lifting her head from the mattress to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Tilting her pelvis, she impaled herself on his fat cock, and Rémy lost what little control he’d had. Grunting into her mouth, he drove it home, wedged deep next to her womb, where he held his prick, throbbing with an erotic pulse.

  She’d been stretched out from fucking Niko the other day, so she easily accepted Rémy’s fat, long tool. She set up a gently rocking motion while grasping his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She had powerful Kegels after decades of self-pleasuring with the detachable shower head, and she could grasp a man’s penis as though she were a Venus flytrap.

  Every time she clutched Rémy’s cock, he gasped. Heidi started giggling. She knew Rémy was afraid to really pound her because he’d come too fast. When she corkscrewed her hips while simultaneously clutching him with her pussy, he raised himself on his forearms and glared down at her. He bit his own lip, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep control.

  “You’re an ornery, mischievous girl,” he snarled.

  Only Heidi could see over Rémy’s shoulder. Niko stood beside the bed whipping Rémy’s bathrobe from his torso. He tossed the satin and it slithered off the chair’s arm, but Heidi was transfixed, admiring Niko’s otherworldly body.

  For an undead guy, Niko was ravishing, fresh, brimming with vitality. Especially since returning through Hellmouth with his sister, it was virtually impossible to tell that Niko had been raised from the ground recently. He still had his waistcoat, strange linen shirt, trousers, and odd boots. He still wore his greatcoat out at night, although he’d agreed to allow Rémy to take him shopping for a new jacket.

  But now, as he kneeled behind Rémy and knocked apart Rémy’s knees with his own, Niko looked firmly embedded in the present. Leaning, Niko dipped a few fingertips into a jar of shimmering white coconut oil. Heidi was fascinated with the view. He slathered his sleek dark cock with the pearly white cream, his thumb working a circular pattern around his shiny glans.

  Heidi clutched furiously at Rémy’s cock. He sucked in air with a hiss when Niko reached between the globes of Rémy’s ass and touched a finger full of coconut oil to his tight bud. Heidi assisted by parting the shapely globes for Niko’s pleasure. She could reach one of her long arms around Rémy’s waist to massage his perineum as he hunched up into her higher and higher, inching her up the mattress toward the headboard. She could tell by the way Rémy gasped and his prick plumped inside her that he liked the way Niko slid a finger up his anus.

  She knew it before Niko even asked. “You like that, boss man?” In bed, Niko liked to call Rémy that. Outside of bed, Rémy was hardly the boss of anything. The two were equitable. But Niko was freer with his bisexuality than Rémy, having more years of experience under his belt. “You like having me up your ass?”

  “I like it,” Rémy grunted, his cock knocking against Heidi’s cervix. It twitched, too, when Heidi petted his perineum, slick with creamy coconut oil. She could even jack Niko’s cock as it pulsated against Rémy’s tight ring, encouraging him to impale the bad boy pirate.

  “Teach him who’s boss, Niko.” Heidi spoke around Rémy’s shoulder. “He might pretend to be the boss, but show him who’s in charge, who’s got the upper hand around here.”

  Rémy started to protest. “No one’s got the upper—”

  But Niko’s penis slipped inside of him, and the rest of his sentence was just a tortured groan.

  Heidi was thrilled beyond belief to be feeling Rémy’s prick inside of her, his pumping driven by each
thrust of Niko’s hips. Niko was the conductor who controlled all. He held Rémy’s hip, bringing his lover back to meet each one of his thrusts. Heidi was aroused with every loud slap of the men’s pelvises, every slap of Niko’s ball sac against Rémy’s shapely ass, every twitch of Niko’s cock inside of Rémy, which Heidi liked to think she could feel.

  Rémy was being shoved over the edge, stimulated from both sides. Heidi could tell by the way his eyes rolled up inside his skull, the way his breathing came slower and shallower, as though he had reached a high, enlightened level of eastern meditation. He just relaxed and went with it, allowing Niko’s rhythm to rock the three of them. Heidi went with the flow, a submissive receptacle for the forces of not one but two men, Niko’s pace quickening with each thrust into Rémy’s ass.

  “Mon Dieu, you’re tight,” gasped Niko. His spine undulated with each swivel of his agile hips. “Never in my craziest dreams did I imagine I’d be humping a juicy ass like yours. You bring it out in me, Rémy. You bring out the wild animal. You make me feel all man.”

  Niko’s seductive French accent aroused Heidi, and she moved her hand down her pubic bone to finger her clit. The steamy slick root of Rémy’s cock embedded in her, she diddled herself, knowing it wouldn’t take long, especially with Niko’s dirty talk. His French-tinged accent absolutely killed it.

  “That’s it, Rémy. Accept my big phallus up your ass. You know you love it. You know you’ve been dying to be drilled up your ass. You know from the first moment I sucked your cock you wanted me up inside—ah!”

  Niko’s body went stiff as a board as he erupted inside Rémy. Heidi’s inner cunt clutched spasmodically at Rémy’s erection as she exploded in a million stars of exquisite bliss.

  Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her inner channel convulsively milking every drop from Rémy. Passion and love welled in her as her free arm wrapped around Rémy’s broad back like a band of steel. Niko was locked in his own ecstasy, gripping Rémy’s hips and shuddering his load into his lover. Over on the dresser—it may as well have been down the street for all it mattered—Heidi’s phone buzzed insistently with a new text. The bedroom door opened a foot or so to let a beam of sunlight in, then closed again. Sabine, coming with refreshments.

  Reluctantly, Heidi bucked Rémy off as her own orgasm ebbed. Her uterus still twitched with the final spasms of her climax, and she was as jumpy as a virgin at a prison rodeo. “Phew.” Wiping her hair out of her eyes, she sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the heat of Rémy’s seed flow from her. Now Niko pinned Rémy manfully to the mattress with the power of his hips. His balls were still full, the vigorous root of his cock still pumping into the other man. Rémy seemed too exhausted to raise himself on his forearms, just hugging the mattress for dear life, his thighs splayed like a frog.

  Grinning, Heidi stood to see what Sabine had brought them. Niko’s sister had been whipping up all sorts of Victorian delicacies in Rémy’s huge, little-used kitchen. At Marvin’s funeral, his brother Paul had told them that Lafitte’s Blacksmith bar was for sale. The subject had come up when they had detailed to him the chain of events on Halloween day. Rémy instantly made a bid to buy it, with the power of his bankers and realtors behind him. They needed to examine the entire package in more detail, but it looked good. It would be a perfect job for both Niko and Sabine. They could pretend they were putting on an old-timey act when really they were just being themselves, and Sabine could bring in rolls, beignets, and pastries that she could bake in Rémy’s two ovens.

  Heidi read her text as she walked to the bathroom. Erin! Despite having been back to the French Market Inn several times—including once to check out and bring her stuff back to Rémy’s—Heidi had not seen one hair on any of her friends’ heads. Nothing. Zero, zip, zilch. There were occasional odd texts, so she knew they hadn’t been kidnapped. But this was the first fully lucid text from one of them.

  I’m hoping you’ll meet me at a private club in the warehouse district called Underground. Please mention Mikael Moreau’s name at the door and you’ll be allowed to come inside.

  Heidi had no idea who Mikael was, but of course she eagerly texted back one word—YES!

  When she took another step toward the bathroom, that’s when she saw Lisette.

  Her old friend was just a silhouette out of the corner of her eye. Heidi had seen the reflection in the mirror of Lisette Trudeau standing—or hovering, to be more precise—in the hallway. Instantly Heidi dashed into the hall, predicting that true to cinematic trope, the figure would be gone.

  She was still there, a ghostly, translucent form, but Lisette nonetheless. Only now she wore some shapeless sort of white garment that seemed to glow from within. She had a waifish but serene aura about her.

  “Lisette! You came back to see me! I’ve been hoping you would.”

  “I can’t stay long, Heidi.” Lisette’s voice was tinny and distant, as though coming from a small speaker. “I’ve departed this plane and already reincarnated into a girl who is now a toddler in Farmington, New Hampshire.”

  Tears burned Heidi’s eyes. “I was hoping you had! Is she a happy little girl?”

  “Oh, absolutely. It’s a very happy family with a father and mother and sister, not like any family that Lisette was able to have.”

  Heidi felt the presence of her two men standing behind her, breathing loudly in shock. “Lisette, I’ve been through so much this week.”

  “I know you have.”

  “I wanted to ask your forgiveness for that whole business about me accusing you of stealing that idiotic guy from me. It’s been weighing on my mind for years. I mindlessly accused you because I had such a stupid crush on that moron. I’ve been so, so sorry ever since.”

  “Didn’t you know that I forgave you the instant it happened?” Lisette’s lighthearted laugh tinkled. “I knew that guy would turn out to be unimportant in the greater scheme of things. I was already evolving at a very fast pace because I knew my end was near.”

  Behind her, Niko said, “Nothing bad happens without something good coming out of it.”

  Lisette cheered up even more to hear Niko speak. “Exactly! Niko Valdés is familiar with this concept. You could look upon your week in New Orleans as some horrible deadly game, or you could see it as the best thing that ever happened to you.”

  Heidi reached out blindly for Rémy’s hand. “Oh, the best thing, no doubt, Lisette. Will you continue to appear for me?”

  Already Lisette’s features were beginning to literally fade into the woodwork. “I will try, dear Heidi! Right now my sister is going out selling Girl Scout cookies and I’m tagging along, so I must go. Those Thin Mints don’t just sell themselves…”

  Heidi was left standing in the hallway clutching Rémy, panting against his bare chest. “Oh my God. Oh my God. A spirit. Lisette’s spirit. You two saw her, didn’t you?”

  “As plain as day,” said Niko. “This is the confirmation we were waiting for. Our pentalpha quest is truly over.”

  “It’s sad,” Rémy said. “But I suppose a new chapter is starting now.”

  * * * *

  That was how Heidi was finally able to see her friends again. It was a joyous reunion at the exclusive club named simply Underground. A sign on the brick façade let them know there was “One entrance. One exit.”

  “Sounds ominous,” said Rémy.

  But Niko said, “Sounds adventurous—as usual, with the two of you. I get the feeling this is a place for paranormals only. It would be nice to meet other people raised from the dead.”

  Heidi led her two men through the darkened maze of low black tables. Mentioning that Mikael guy’s name had allowed them in without even paying a cover charge.

  “I think I remember that Mikael Moreau fellow,” said Niko, “from the old days of Vieux Carré. But I can’t remember who he is.”

  A dark, murky man saw them coming. He resembled a hunchback in an old black-and-white movie. He unwound himself far enough to open a door that led to a separate—and
reeking—inner chamber. Erin, Dani, and Shayla were already seated at a table. Devilishly handsome men stood with folded hands behind the seated women, and a feeling of familiarity came over Heidi.

  Niko mumbled, “Just as I suspected. These men are brothers of mine, after a fashion. I feel a kinship.”

  “Okay, this is strange,” said Heidi. Had her friends been up to no good just like her? Of course, “men” were the only explanation for why they’d all taken off on their own and had been so uncommunicative all week long. She should have been mad at her friends for putting bros before hoes, but she had done the same thing, and didn’t have one shred of guilt about it.

  Now one of two men standing obediently behind Erin—Mikael himself, as it turned out—pulled a chair out for Heidi, and she plunked down between Erin and Shayla. What the…? Each friend seemed to have a pair of mouthwatering men standing behind her chair, just as Heidi now did. …The fuck was going on? Was her discovery of Rémy and Niko part of a bigger, more cosmic plan?

  Clutching Shayla’s shoulders, Heidi babbled. “I’m so sorry to have been out of contact, although I did stop by the hotel several times.”

  “That’s okay,” gushed Shayla, eyeballing the two men behind Heidi. “I can see you were busy, just like we all were.”

  Heidi announced to the table, “I’m staying here! I’ve already told my boss. I’ve been through so much this past week, I feel like a completely different person. But meeting Rémy and Niko, well, nothing will ever be the same again.” She had the feeling her friends could say the same, and she was dying to hear their stories.

  Shayla said, “I know your dad and sister will be sad to see you move, but I can understand where you’re coming from. I’m staying in New Orleans, too. Oh, there’s Faina!”

  It was almost predictable by now that Faina, too, had a pair of delicious men following her, introducing them as Konstantin and Alexei. Heidi couldn’t believe that it sounded almost natural when Faina said, “They died during the Russian Revolution and were recruited by a demon to interfere in human wars and cause trouble.”