The Bayou Never Tells

by Chelley St. Clair

“You need a man that’ll give it to you so hard you see stars and beg for his pulsing manhood.”

“Everyone has a moment where they need an angel, and anyone can be the angel in someone’s moment.”

Ohhhh, no. I don’t think so, sweetheart. No way in hell.

Grady isn’t gay; he’s just in love. But not with me. Never with me.

I’ve been playing house, fooling myself into thinking it was only a matter of time before I convinced Grady I was his one true love. Now it’s just a reminder of everything I never had.

forgiveness don’t always mean excusing the hurt someone caused. Sometimes it’s just agreeing to move forward and give them a chance to try again.

When something ugly digs its thorns in, you figure out how to keep going, and weave it in with the beautiful parts. Know what I mean?”

“Can you please stop grabbing yourself like that? I’m sitting right here.” “Oh, you wanna do it for me?” I wink at the girl in the passenger seat, spreading my legs wide. “Have at it, then.”

This is just my protectiveness coming out, like it does with all the kids.

My eyes open just in time to see Ivy jogging down to the shore, bouncing like a little temptress, for any horny-ass guy out there to gawk at. Makes me want to kill every last one of them.

It all makes sense now. Somewhere along the line, I’d started thinking of her like a sister. Whew. My arms drop to my sides, all my muscles relax. That’s a fu...

“Him? Are you kidding me? No.” She looks so aggravated by the thought, I suddenly want to drag her back to the RV, pull her over my lap, and spank her prissy little ass raw, and—whoa that is not something I ever did to the kids. Where the hell did that thought even come from?

“What I’m saying is…you don’t look at a sister like that.”

“Hey Ivy,” a guy calls out. “Let’s see how you handle my big ball.” Hilarious. He might have a big ball, but they’re going to be calling him dickless if he don’t shut the fuck up.

Turns out my brain and my dick are more connected than I realized. Always kind of thought it had a mind of its own, but now that I’m seeing Ivy in a different light, it seems the big head and the little head agree.

She breaks every one of them: Too fuckin young. Too damn innocent. Someone I know…I will run into again...maybe get attached to.

She’s everything the person I’m needing to forget about is not. Dark skin, black hair…tall, like an Amazon queen, and no little girl, either. Older than me, definitely—no telling how much.

her naked skin is dark, flawless in the warm lamplight. So that’s his type. The opposite of me.

Slowly my eyes open, and I see him—he’s still there. Hovering above… Looking straight at me No. No, he isn’t. He can’t see you. You’re being paranoid. The corner of his mouth turns up in a sated grin, as his heavy breaths slow. His hooded eyes still holding a glint of lust.

“You didn’t answer the question, sweetheart. Should I tell him I saw ya?”

His hand cradles my jaw, and my mind spins out of control. The things he’d said as he hovered above that crack. The orders that sounded as though they were just for me. It had truly felt as though he was focused on me as he’d hovered over my cabinet door. I’d convinced myself I was imagining it. But he knew I was there the whole time...

“There’s my girl.”

“Did you fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend it was me?”

Reaching down, he takes my hand and lifts it to his face. Then slowly, without taking his eyes off mine, his nose glides up and down my index finger. He inhales deeply. I swallow as goosebumps spring up over every inch of my body. Then, with horror, I realize—Oh no. No. That’s the hand I― I gasp, jerking back, but his grip tightens, his smile morphing into something wicked. “Mmm,” he growls. “Yes. Yes, you did.”

“Fuck, you taste good. Did you get three fingers in there?”

“You should want to, sweetheart.” His lips touch my forehead lightly. “I shouldn’t have started this. I ain’t no good for a girl like you.”

“You,” he says, walking to the door and yanking it open, “are against the rules. I almost fucked it all up, and now I’m fixin’ it. You should be thanking me.”

She’s looking so warm and peaceful; all I want to do is lay down and pull her against me. Absorb all that pure, uncorrupted light. Maybe then I could stop shivering.

Guys like me don’t get happy endings.

“People like me have an expiration date.”

“Bullshit. She can’t find ya. Not in the bayou. Not if you don’t wanna go back.” “You underestimate her resources.” And you underestimate me,

Sliding my tongue along hers, I claim her mouth as mine, just for a minute. There’s too many reasons why it can’t last any longer than that. But dammit, this one minute is mine.

She. Ain’t. Mine. I keep saying it over and over in my head, but my dick won’t listen.

I cover my head with my hands and yank on my hair. I want to burn down the goddamn world.

“Be a good girl, or there will be consequences.”

“It’s all right,” he says, giving my breast a firm squeeze. “I like bad girls, too.” His mouth covers mine, pulling my lower lip out with his teeth. “You just got to be ready for what you’re gettin’ yourself into.”

“Good, cause there’s no white knights here to rescue you. Just me.” “And what does that make you?” My voice wobbles uncontrollably. “Oh, sweetheart, that makes me the dragon.” With his eyes glimmering pure lust and his voice dripping with hunger, he climbs over me, forcing me to lay back. “And you, my little Princess, just came to my lair alone, offering yourself to me.”

“And do you know what happens to innocent little girls when they go wandering into the dragon’s lair?” He lifts my shirt and licks along my stomach. I’m trembling, too overwhelmed to speak. All I can do is wait until he finally answers his own question. Faster than I can comprehend, he yanks my shorts down to my ankles, taking my panties along. Looking up from between my legs, he lifts his eyes to mine. “They get themselves devoured.” His tongue slides through the center of me, and I throw my head back and cry out a sound I’ve never made before.

“That’s it, darlin’,” I tell her, between long swipes of my tongue. “Lay back and let me eat this sweet pussy ‘til you come all over my face.”

Her hot little body wiggles against mine, ripe for the picking and begging for more. Well, we’re about to see how much she can handle. Because I don’t just eat her, I fuckin’ feast on her.

Oh, I will, sweetheart. I’m about to fuck you ‘til the only thing you can remember is my name.

“I’ll take you to the airport in the morning. Until then, you’re mine.” When I nod, he continues. “As far as the rules go: it’s just you and me in here till ya leave, and that means there’s no one else up here, either.” He taps my forehead. “You think about me and no one else, past or future. I ain’t interested in sharing while you’re mine.”

“Darlin’, I swear to you, before you leave, I’m gonna have that mouth milking my cock ‘til I come down your pretty throat, and you’ll drink everything I have to give ya. But if you keep doin’ that now, I’ll lose it before I ever get inside you.”

“I’m not asking for anything from you. I don’t want you to tell me I’m special, or that you’ve never felt anything like that before. Or even that you’ll never forget me.” Though I know I’ll never forget you. “I know the deal. I guess I’d just feel better knowing I wasn’t imagining things. That it was... something.”

Sighing as he drives away, I etch his image into my mind. This is the last I will ever see of the man who gave me a memory no one else ever will. And it was something.

You’re special. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’ll never forget you.

Eventually, I start thinking I shouldn’t have let her leave at all. I could just keep her here, tell her family to fuck off. It would take some work keeping her safe from the Wilders and everyone else that’s got something against me, but— Yeah, that’s the dumbest idea of all.

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou

“I’m here for you,” I admit, despite what I’d claimed. “Then you’ll take me.”

“That’s it, take it. Take it like my good girl,” he whispers, leaning over my back. “That’s what you are, yeah?”