No One Drinks Alone
by
“Look at those hot chicks.”
Kady Brandon turned and eyed the man who’d just said
the words. Yup. He was looking right at her. He winked. She lifted an eyebrow
and gave him an up and down look that made him grin.
Friday night on Bourbon Street in New Orleans meant
crazy crowds — flirty men, people
lining the balconies above them tossing shiny beads, loud pumping music from
the bars that lined the street, and drinks to go. She and her two best friends sipped
on hurricanes, sweet and fruity and laced with rum.
“I think those guys are following us,” she said to
Nikki and Megan.
The two girls laughed and shrugged. All three of them held
the tiny straw of their drinks between thumb and fingers, and sucked back more of
their hurricanes.
“Yeah, I
noticed them before,” Nikki said. “They’re so cute.”
“But this is a girls’ night,”
Megan said. “Come on. Let’s
keep walking. I want to find that little Voodoo shop.”
“Oh, me too!” Nikki said.
The three began to make their way slowly through the
throngs of people. Kady snagged two more necklaces someone tossed from a
balcony and draped them around her neck with the others, laughing as she did
so. It was just so deliciously tacky and decadent.
Decadent. Yeah.
She paused to watch a man walk by wearing a full
pirate costume. Whoa and damn. That was a fine pirate costume, with black
boots, white pants and ruffled shirt, and a long red, black and gold jacket.
The feather draping off his black hat bobbed as he walked by, and she turned to
follow his progress, studying the costume. She’d always had a thing for
pirates. Yum.
With a grin, she turned back to her friends, only to
discover they’d disappeared. Shit.
She went onto her toes to try to spot them in the
crowd, but it was impossible. The neon lights of the bars and shops cast a multi-colored
glow into the dark, teeming street, disguising people with different hues and shadows.
“Hey, gorgeous. Drinking alone in New Orleans?”
Kady turned and saw the guy who’d been eyeing her
earlier. His smile was wide and white, and faint lines whisked out from the
corners of dark eyes. Just the right amount of beard stubble roughened a square
jaw. Oh yeah, Nikki was right. He was cute.
“I’m not alone. I’m with friends.”
“Uh-huh. You seem to have lost them.”
She smiled. “Of course I haven’t lost them. I’ll find
them.”
“Of course.” He lifted his plastic cup, which appeared
to be beer, and drank. “How about I keep you company while we find them?” He
nodded at her drink. “No one drinks alone in New Orleans.”
“No one drinks alone? Is that a thing?” Amusement
curved her mouth as she pursed her lips around the straw of her fruity drink
and sucked.
“Sure.” His gaze dropped to her mouth and she felt a
voluptuous kick of lust low down inside her. Heat rushed through her veins and
her skin warmed beneath his gaze.
He wore a dark T-shirt over dark jeans. The T-shirt
fit the toned muscles of his chest and shoulders spectacularly, and his low-rise
jeans outlined lean hips and muscled thighs. His brown hair was a little long
and flopped over his forehead in a sexy sweep that emphasized really nice eyes.
But it was his smile that pulled her in, open, friendly, but with a promise of
wicked fun. As if he knew exactly the kinds of things she liked.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s walk a bit farther and see
if we find them.”
If he’d given off a creeper vibe, she never would have
gone with him. But he didn’t. He was sexy and handsome and nicely dressed, and
when he set just his fingertips on the small of her back to guide her through
the crowd, it was the perfect mix of direction and protection.
People milled around them, couples, groups, everyone
talking, laughing, pointing up to the balconies where more people leaned with
their drinks.
“They were looking for some Voodoo shop,” she said,
going on her toes to speak into his ear so she’d be heard over the music and loud
shouts of enjoyment.
“There’s one on the next corner. We can go check it
out.” He paused. “Hey, I’m Cam.” He extended a hand.
She studied him. Okay. She could definitely do this. “Kady.
Nice to meet you, Cam.” She took his hand to shake it. His grip was warm and
firm, his hand large and masculine.
“Likewise.” His flirty smile and wink made her girl
parts squeeze hard. Whoa.
He led her through the crowd, and with him at her side
she had no fear of getting separated, the way he kept a gentle touch on her
back or arm, and the way people moved aside because of his size and presence. They
climbed the three stone steps into the small shop, the odor of patchouli incense
surrounding them.
Inside the tiny store, it was easy to see that Nikki
and Megan weren’t there.
“Huh,” she said. “I wonder where they went.”
“This is a cool place,” he said, picking up a small
red pouch. He read the label. “‘A
powerful magickal talisman for drawing love to you.’”
Kady smirked. “Looking for love, are you?”
He met her eyes. “Maybe.”
She shivered.
The young man behind the counter spoke up. “That’s a
very potent combination of ingredients,” he said seriously. “Excellent for seduction.”
More heat centered low in Kady’s body and she pressed
her lips together and glanced at the thin, sandy-haired kid.
“Gris Gris bags must always have an odd number of
items,” he continued. “The bag comes with an even number and you add your own
personal item. You also get a bottle of love potion to dress the charm.”
“What kind of personal item?” Cam asked.
The guy shrugged a narrow shoulder. “A hair, nail
clipping, a photo.”
Cam nodded and although his mouth was set in a solemn
line, Kady hid a smile at the laughter lurking in his eyes. Then he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of bills, peeling off a couple to pay
for the Gris Gris.
“Give me one of your hairs,” Cam said, once they were
standing outside the shop.
“No way!”
Smiling, he moved closer to her, close enough that she
could smell his aftershave, something clean and faintly citrusy. “Do you
believe in magick?” he murmured.
She licked her bottom lip. Maybe. “No.”
“Then give me a hair. What will it hurt?”
This was crazy. Voodoo magick and love potions.
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Rolling her eyes, she tugged one hair from her scalp and handed it to him. He carefully put it into the bag and drew it closed, then tucked it into his back pocket. “There. Let’s walk on,” he suggested.
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Rolling her eyes, she tugged one hair from her scalp and handed it to him. He carefully put it into the bag and drew it closed, then tucked it into his back pocket. “There. Let’s walk on,” he suggested.
They paused again outside a club where two beautiful
girls wearing tiny glittering bikinis tried to entice customers inside.
“They’re gorgeous,” Kady murmured.
“Not as gorgeous as you.”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes.
“Hey, you are
gorgeous.”
“Not like that.” Those girls, probably exotic dancers,
had perfect bodies, smooth skin and sexy glamour oozing out of every pore.
“Come on in,” one girl called to them. “Ladies are
welcome too.”
Kady met Cam’s twinkling eyes. “Let’s go,” he said
with a jerk of his head.
“I can’t go in there!” She laid a hand on her chest.
“Why not? You’re with me. You’re safe.”
“I don’t even know you!”
“Oh, come on. You know you’re curious. I can tell.”
She was
curious about what went on in the gentlemen’s club, as it was called, still tingling
inside from the erotic way Cam looked at her.
“We’ll have one drink,” Cam said, taking her hand. His
grip felt protective rather than coercive, and curiosity and her adventurous
streak won out. She followed him inside, letting the darkness and the thumping
music swallow them up.
They were shown to two seats next to the stage where
they ordered drinks from a scantily clad waitress. On stage, strobe lights
flashed and one girl worked a pole with impressive muscle control, while on the
right two girls moved to the music that Kady felt inside her like another
heartbeat. Their sleek bodies gleamed, one with smooth chocolate-colored skin,
the other creamy pale, their only attire a G-string. Kady found herself
mesmerized by their grace and rhythm. Then the girls moved together and rubbed
against each other.
Kady glanced at Cam, who also watched with rapt
attention.
“You like to watch two girls together?” she asked in
his ear.
He slanted her an amused glance. “What guy doesn’t?”
She turned her attention back to the girls. The girl
with long blonde hair touched the other girl’s face and drew her fingertips
down over her jaw, throat and chest. Kady’s pussy clenched and she glanced
again at Cam beside her.
Then the two dancers were holding each other’s hips
and rolling their bodies together in a sensuous slide, staring into each
other’s eyes.
“That’s hot,” Cam said.
Kady couldn’t disagree. She licked her lips.
When the girls danced off the stage to approach
patrons for lap dances, Kady’s breath stuck in her throat. And then Cam held up
a folded bill to get one dancer’s attention. The blonde shimmied over with a
shiny pink smile, shaking her hair down her back. She plucked the bill from his
hand as Kady’s eyes went wide. Was he really going to do it?
But Cam shook his head, eyes gleaming, a small smile
tipping the corners of his mouth. “It’s for her,” he said, gesturing to Kady.
Kady’s heart kicked against her ribs as she stared at
the nearly naked woman only inches away from her.
The dancer’s smile widened and she began to move in
front of Kady, slow and sexy.
“You’re crazy,”
she breathed to Cam but he sat there in his chair, transfixed, watching with
smoldering fascination.
The woman bent and cupped Kady’s face with gentle
hands, their faces close enough to kiss. Her smiling mouth hovered close, then
she spun away and danced around the chair. Kady watched her hips move, envious
of the dancer’s smooth swaying. When she returned to face Kady, she straddled
the chair and lowered herself to Kady’s thighs, hips rolling in a back and
forth movement that helplessly aroused Kady. Breathless, every nerve ending
sensitized, Kady watched the dancer, her naked breasts almost in her face. Kady
swallowed hard. Holy hotness. The woman’s body rubbed against her, not really
that close to Kady’s pussy, but even so, it made her ache and pulse there.
And when she glanced at Cam, the way his face
reflected her own flaming arousal made it even hotter. She was turning him on.
And then it was done. The music shifted into something
faster and more aggressive and the dancers disappeared, to be replaced by
others wearing tiny sequined bikinis.
“Okay, let’s go,” Kady said, a little dazed and
breathless.
Outside in the warm, dark humidity, she sucked in a
long breath. Her body pulsed with arousal and the lingering beat of the club
music. She squeezed her thighs together against the ache there, then met Cam’s
knowing smile. Holy hell, he was sexy, with that grin that hinted of depravity
and eyes that smoldered with lust. She couldn’t believe he’d done that.
They made their way around a metal barricade at a cross
street and paused on the corner. She took another breath and looked down the
dark, narrow side street, old-fashioned street lamps gleaming off cobblestone
sidewalks. “It’s so pretty.”
“Yeah. Come on, you look like you need another drink.
There’s a little place down here...it’ll be quieter.”
“And once again I’m letting a complete stranger lead
me down a dark street.”
“There are other people around. You’re safe with me.”
Sure. She was all kinds of crazy. But it was New
Orleans! Bourbon Street! It was an adventure.
She followed him into another dark bar, this one tiny
and cozy, with a small bar and a few stools and about eight tables. Instead of
pulsing dance music, cool jazz drifted on the air. Cam continued right through
the bar and pushed another door open, stepping out onto a small patio.
Kady gazed around. Candles in hurricane lamps
flickered on wrought iron tables. Even in the dark, she could see the lush
vines growing up the side of the old brick building and over a fence, with pots
and baskets of flowers and ferns everywhere. The warm night closed around them
again.
The wrought iron chairs scraped over old brick as Cam
pulled a chair out for her and she sat, setting her small purse on the table. “This
is lovely.”
“Yeah. I like this place. Little change of pace.”
“No kidding.”
The waiter approached. “Another hurricane?” Cam asked
her.
She shook her head. “I think I’ve had my fill of
those. They’re awfully sweet.”
“Let’s try Bourbon,” he proposed. “Since we’re on
Bourbon Street.”
“Well, technically we’re not.”
He grinned. “Smart ass.”
They shared a smile as the waiter patiently waited for
their order.
“What would you recommend?” Cam asked him.
“I’d recommend Maker’s Mark.
It’s a softer whisky, subtle yet complex, with delicate vanilla and spice
notes.”
Kady met Cam’s eyes and
caught the gleam of fun there. “Sounds
good.”
The waiter nodded and disappeared back inside, leaving
them alone on the patio.
“So Kady. What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”
Cam coughed. “Really. And where’re you from?”
“Alaska.”
His eyebrows flew up into his long bangs. “Whoa. You’ve
come quite a ways then.”
She grinned. “I sure have. How about you?”
“I’m an accountant. From Fargo, North Dakota.”
“Fargo!” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, you’ve
come pretty far too.”
“I guess so.”
Her body still buzzed with heat and arousal and when
their eyes met, she shivered.
Their drinks arrived and they sipped them as they
talked about eating beignets at Café du Monde and alligator boudin on Royal
Street. More heat spread through Kady’s body as she sipped her Bourbon. She
probably should have ordered something colder. Something with ice. A lot of ice.
When their small glasses were empty, Cam reached for
his wallet. Kady immediately picked up her purse.
“No, no.” He waved a hand. “I’m buying.”
“No one drinks alone,” she murmured. “Doesn’t mean you
have to buy me drinks. And you bought the last round.”
His smile made her pulse flutter.
“I’m buying,” he said firmly. He left some bills on
the table and once more guided her out to the street. “Where to now?”
Kady’s cell phone buzzed in her purse. She pulled it
out and peered at it. “It’s a text from my friends,” she said slowly. “Wanting
to know where I am.”
Their eyes met. He lifted one eyebrow. “Tell them
you’re fine,” he murmured.
She studied his face, the humor and attraction
gleaming in his eyes, the way he watched her with hot awareness. Tension hummed
between them, the warm night air almost crackling with sexual exigency. She swiped
her tongue over her bottom lip, and those eyes got even darker. “Okay.”
*****
Cam began to walk slowly along the sidewalk, leading Kady
away from Bourbon Street as she thumbed a message into her phone. The noise of
the huge block party faded away behind them as they approached a park. He
watched her profile — her small nose, full lips, and long eyelashes that fluttered
as she concentrated on her phone. A street lamp highlighted the curve of her
cheek, a high cheekbone and smooth skin. Damn. She was just as gorgeous as any
of those dancers ― more so, in fact.
A kindergarten teacher. Getting a lap dance. A laugh
bubbled up inside him and he swallowed it. The bourbon spread warmth through
him, and his dick was still half hard. Watching those two dancers together had
been hot, but watching Kady with the blonde had had his dick lengthening and
thickening against his thigh, making him shift in his chair. Then watching Kady
across that small table on the intimate little patio as she sipped her bourbon
and talked and laughed had not helped his state of arousal. She was sexy as
fuck.
They paused on the next corner, two quiet, narrow
streets intersecting. Darkness shrouded them. Another couple passed by on the
sidewalk opposite them, and farther up the street a few other people walked. Palm
trees swayed and rustled in the soft night breeze, and the faint strains of a
saxophone wafted up the street. She slipped her phone back into her purse and
looked up at him. She wasn’t tall ― the top of her head came to his chin ― but
her legs were long in proportion to her body. The light wind ruffled her chin-length
dark hair, and her lips shone. So pretty. Her body was pretty too, just the right
amount of curve, with a small waist and full breasts. Like him, she wore a
T-shirt and jeans, her shirt white, with little sleeves and a glittery silver
logo that said, “French Quarter”. Red, gold, silver and green beads hung around
her neck, and between the hem of the shirt and her low rise jeans, a peek of
smooth golden skin tempted his hands to touch.
He set his hands on her hips.
“What are you doing?” she said, as they stood there on
the dark corner facing each other.
He began to move. “Dancing.”
She blinked. The saxophone was barely audible,
wherever it was coming from. But then she smiled, a slow, sexy smile, and
lifted her hands to his shoulders. Her touch felt good, her palms warm through
his shirt, and she swept them over the cotton once, twice, a third time before
settling her hands there. They moved together in a slow dance, eyes fastened on
each other, their bodies drawing closer together until their hips touched and
her breasts grazed his chest. Her thumbs brushed the skin of his neck just at
the collar of his shirt, and his skin prickled all over.
God, she was sweet. His hands slid around her hips to
cup her ass, bringing her up against him and her lips parted as she gazed up at
him. And then he did what he’d wanted to all evening — he bent his head and kissed her.
Their mouths fit together perfectly, opening to each
other, and he licked his way inside, tasting the spice and vanilla of the
bourbon and the innate sweetness of her, pushing her lips farther apart with a
ravenous hunger. She made a soft noise in her throat and her fingers slid over
the nape of his neck and up into his hair, her nails scraping over his scalp.
Sensation rolled over him, hot and urgent, his cock throbbing against her
softness.
He sucked her tongue and she moaned again, tugging his
hair.
Sharp need rocketed through him, heat spiraling fast
and hot. His fingers dug into her ass and he wrapped his arms around her.
“God,” she gasped when he lifted his mouth. “Oh my
god.”
“My hotel’s close to here,” he breathed.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. The Château Orleans.”
“That’s a nice hotel.” She gave him a sexy, assessing
look up through her long eyelashes, fingers still playing in his hair. “I guess
that means your accountant job pays well.”
He grinned. “Or I’m a drug dealer.”
A peal of laughter escaped her at that.
“So will you come back to my room with me?”
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, petting his
shoulder again. “Sex with a stranger...so dangerous...”
“You want to do it.”
Her little tongue came out to drag over that plump
bottom lip again, and his dick twitched.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
This time he moved faster, taking big strides, and she
hurried to keep up with him as they walked hand in hand. They entered the hotel
lobby with its elegant columns and feathery potted palms in front of arched
windows, crossed the black and white tile floor and climbed the wide staircase to
the second floor.
“Your room is huge,” she said as they entered. He’d
left a lamp on beside the bed, illuminating the snowy white duvet cover on the
king size bed.
“Big is always better. Right?”
She hopped onto the bed and smirked at him. “That
sounds promising.”
“Well, I don’t like to brag.” He sauntered toward her.
“But my dick is so big it graduated from college a year ahead of me.”
She dissolved into giggles, falling onto her back on
the bed. “Oh. My. God.”
He leaned over her, supporting himself with a hand on either
side. “I hope I didn’t just kill the mood.”
She choked on another laugh. “You totally did. It
might be hard to get it back.”
“It’s hard all right.” He set his hands on her waist
and lifted her up farther onto the bed. She kicked off her flip flops and he
couldn’t resist picking up one small foot, circling her bare ankle where her
jeans were rolled up. He kissed the top of her foot. He wanted to drag his
tongue over her body, tasting her everywhere. He slid his mouth to the inside
of her ankle, opened it over the soft spot beneath her ankle bone and gently
sucked.
He peered up at her face, where her eyes had gone hazy
and her smile had softened.
“That’s working,” she said breathlessly.
He reached for the button of her jeans, lowered the
zipper and then tugged them down over her hips and legs. He studied her smooth
limbs and the tiny pink panties, so sheer he could see her patch of dark pubic
curls. “Very pretty,” he said, touching the little satin bow. He brushed his
fingertips over her lower belly and she quivered.
“Thank you.”
“Sex with a stranger, huh,” he murmured. “You sure,
gorgeous?”
She bit her lip. “I know it’s wrong. But yeah, I’m
sure. Um...you have something, right?”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Seriously? You’re
going to make me use a condom?”
She gave him a long look.
He sighed.
“Don’t be a jackass,” she said.
He went into the bathroom and dug into his shaving
kit, thankfully finding one small package at the bottom. While there, he sent a
quick text to one of his buddies, which got an immediate reply. Back in the
bedroom, he yanked his T-shirt over his head, then kicked off jeans, underwear
and leather flip flops.
Her admiring gaze made his cock bob. Christ, he was so
hard he hurt. He ran a hand down the length of it, balls tortuously tight. “You
look hot like that,” he rasped. “Lying there in that little T-shirt and panties
and those beads. You know what that makes me wonder.”
“What?”
“Did you show your tits to get the beads?”
She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Keep wondering.”
“Jesus.”
“Should I take them off? Or leave them on?”
“Off. Definitely off.”
As she sat up and removed the beads from around her
neck then pulled off her T-shirt and bra, he rolled the condom onto his aching
shaft then climbed onto the bed beside her. She pushed down the panties and
dropped them over the side of the bed. He laid a hand on her stomach, then
slowly slid it up until it rested between her breasts.
“Just as pretty as I thought,” he whispered, studying
the soft curves tipped with tight rosy nipples.
“Touch me,” she begged softly. “Please.”
“Touch you where?”
“Oh god. Everywhere.”
“Your nipples?” He brushed his fingers over one taut
peak.
She groaned. “Yes.”
“Your pussy?” He slipped his hand down between her
thighs. Moist heat met his palm and he held her there as he lowered his mouth
to hers for another kiss. Long. Slow. Sweet.
Their tongues slid against each other, and her pussy
pulsed into his palm. Her legs shifted restlessly. “Need you,” she whispered,
reaching for him. Her hands gripped his biceps and he flexed them. “Inside me.”
“Just where I want to be.”
He moved over her, kneeing her thighs apart, taking in
the pink folds he revealed, so plump and delicate. He licked his lips, fever
coursing through his veins, and leaned down to taste a beaded nipple. He pulled
it softly, slowly into his mouth. Her body tightened and she sucked in a sharp
breath. The sweet nub fit perfectly to his tongue and he sucked at it, tugging
it, plumping her breast with his hand. Good Christ, she was gorgeous, perfect,
amazing. He moved to the other nipple and did the same, until she writhed
beneath him and he lifted up.
“I’m sorry,” he growled. “This is gonna be fast. I’ll
make it up to you.”
A sexy smile curved her lips as he went back onto his
knees and fisted his cock. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“You can hold me to anything you want.” He slicked the
head of his cock through her creamy sex lips. “Preferably your sexy body.
Christ, you’re wet.”
“I know. I’m aching for you. Do it. Do me. Please.”
He pushed in, unable to wait another second, tension
gathering at the base of his spine already.
He lifted her legs, pushing them up and back, opening
her to him. His gaze moved between watching his gleaming cock slide in and out
of her pussy and watching her face, the way her cheeks flushed, her lips
trembled and her eyelashes fluttered over eyes glittering with need. Her bare
breasts quivered with each push into her body, and her whimpers filled his
ears. “Good?” he asked hoarsely.
“So good. God.”
He rolled his hips, his cock surging into her and
dragging out with sublime friction. They watched each other, a heated
connection drawing out between them, unbearably intimate, unspeakably beautiful.
His chest ached and he felt full, brimming with emotion. Jesus.
He fell over her, burying his face in the side of her
neck, breathing in her scent, flowery and delicate and female. He fisted his
hands in her hair as he rocked his body against hers, pumping into her again
and again, driving hard and deep. His ass clenched, his thighs quivered and his
skin buzzed. Pressure built, sensation gathered. Her pussy tightened around him
and then rippled as she came with a long, low wail. Her hands gripped his back
and he let himself go with one last drive into her sweet body, ecstasy
exploding and blinding him, violent pleasure ripping through him in exquisite,
erotic pain. He gasped and held himself inside her as he ejaculated in long,
hard pulses.
“Fuck, Kady. Holy fucking hell.”
She mumbled her agreement, hands moving on his
sweat-dampened back.
They lay together for a long time, silent other than
ragged breathing and the occasional soft sigh that escaped her lips. The
ceiling fan above them cooled their overheated bodies.
Eventually, he moved off her and left the bed to get
rid of the condom. When he returned she’d rolled to her side and watched him
cross the room. He sat on the bed. “You’re going to think this is really
crazy,” he murmured, brushing a strand of dark hair off her cheek. “But I think
we should get married.”
Her mouth fell open. “Married.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow. Let’s do it.”
“That is
crazy.” Then she hopped up onto her knees and bounced on the mattress. “But it’s
the best idea!”
He laughed. “All right then.”
“You do know in Louisiana there’s a seventy-two hour
waiting period between getting the marriage license and getting married.”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “So it’s a good thing we got the license
when we got here two days ago.”
She laughed and crawled onto his lap, flinging her
arms around his neck. “That’s for sure. God, Cam, I can’t wait to marry you
tomorrow.”
Their mouths met again in a hard, exuberant kiss.
“Where the heck is our wedding party?” she murmured.
“Don’t they even care that we disappeared?”
“Jim and Raj found Megan and Nikki. I texted Jim and
told him we’re having pre-marital sex.”
A laugh bubbled up her throat. “Cam!”
“What? It’s not like they don’t know we have sex.
We’ve been living together for a year.”
“But...they don’t know about our...play acting stuff.
Do they?”
“No. Our little
fantasy role playing is just for us, don’t worry.” He kissed her nose. “Jesus,
woman – I can’t believe you made me
wear a condom!”
She giggled and pushed at his shoulder. “It was part
of the act.”
“And a kindergarten teacher? From Alaska?”
“What? What’s wrong with Alaska? I mean, Fargo? Come on! You did better last
time, when you pretended to be an artist from New York who needed me to pose
nude for his painting.”
They kissed again.
“Mmm. That reminds me. I saw a pirate,” she said
against his lips. “On Bourbon Street. A sexy pirate.”
“We could get you a sexy wench costume.”
She licked her lips as heat flared low down inside
her. “That would be fun.”
“Married to you, things will never get boring,” he
murmured. “How did I ever get so lucky to find a girl like you?”
“You just don’t want to drink alone.”
He laughed and smooched her mouth again. “Well, there
is that.”
“But seriously, I know what you mean. It’s finding
someone who has that...something. That indefinable something that I thought was
only inside me. But you have it too.” She threaded her fingers through his
hair. “You get me. You like to play and have adventures. I love you, Cam.”
“Love you too, babe. So much. Marry me?”
“Yes, please. Right here in this hotel tomorrow.”
Be sure to return next Thursday for Nine Nights In New Orleans 2
No Beignet Left Behind by Erin Nicholas
9 comments:
Talk about hot, Kelly! Great story!
LOVE this story! SO excited that we've got this started!! Whoo hoo!
Erin
Fantastic story, Kelly!!! Way to kick off Nine Naughty Nights in style! (And yay for Alaska!) LOL.
Thanks. :-)
Great way to start the series. Bravo!
Wow! Great Story.Very hot :)
Looking forward to next weeks story.
Thanks Elaine and Meg!
Loved the story. Had me going there with the stranger bit.
I live in New Orleans and loved this story.
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