The Bayou Never Tells

by Chelley St. Clair

“Damn, you feel so good around my cock,” he groans. “I could stay here forever.”

“I don’t even have the right to touch you, and look what I keep doing? I can’t keep my filthy hands off you.” “And I don’t want you to.” I keep following, nearly tripping on a patch of weeds. “You deserve someone worthy of that light, Ivy. Go find yourself a good man.”

Bottom line is, I can’t get her out of my head. There’s something about that girl that makes her impossible to forget. I can’t keep my hands off her. She feels like mine.

I’ve got to find my girl.

I’ll find you Ivy, I swear it. And when I do, I’m never letting you go.

“I don’t have the strength for that.” “So, you borrow mine. I’m here, ‘til you find your own.”

"I found a thing though, a couple years back. It helps keep me grounded." "What's that?" his heart thumps against my ear. "You."

“If someone would have told me the guy I met a few years ago was actually a giant marshmallow, I wouldn’t have believed them.” Giant marshmallow, my ass. “That’s all you, sweetheart.” I bend down to lift under her legs and hoist her into my arms so fast she squeaks with surprise. “I’m still the same asshole I always was. You just rubbed off on me.”

I know our secrets will stay here, between Silas, and Cole...and me. Because the bayou never tells... ...and neither will we.