Easy Magic (Boudreaux #5)

“Then we’ll be fucking late,” he says as he cages me in against the wall, that sexy as fuck arm pinning me in place. “Do you have any underwear on under that skirt?”


“I guess you’ll just have to investigate and find out.” I cock a brow and every nerve ending in my body is on high alert as he squats before me and glides his fingertips over my ankle, up my calf and the backside of my knee, which makes me bite my lip.

There’s a new erogenous zone.

They keep climbing up my inner thigh, and then brushes over my naked lips, almost making my knees buckle.

“Oh my God,” I gasp and grip onto his shoulders for support.

“Well, look what I found,” he says, looking up at me with pure mischief and lust. “No panties.”

I shake my head, unable to release the death grip my teeth have on my lip.

“This is a big turn on, sugar.”

Yes. Yes, it is.

“Should I fuck you, or should I eat you?”

That question, added to the music his fingers are making, almost sends me over the edge.

“Answer me,” he says. His voice is quiet, but stern.

“Want you inside me,” I manage to say just before he stands, unbuttons his pants, then spins me to face the wall and pins my hands above my head.

My skirt is around my waist, legs spread, and I’m expecting him to be inside me any moment. The wait is killing me.

“Do you know what you do to me, Mallory?” Beau whispers in my ear.

“No.”

“No?”

I shake my head, and sigh when he drags his nose along my neck.

“You make me crazy,” he says, then plants a wet kiss just under my ear. “You have totally disrupted my life, in every way possible.”

“Not sorry,” I mutter, and he chuckles, sending shivers up my arms.

“I’m not sorry either,” he replies. “And I’m not sorry for this.” He bites my neck. “Or this.” Slaps my ass. “And definitely not this.” Finally, quickly slips on protection and slides inside of me, and without pause, fucks me blind, right here against the wall in the middle of the day.

I can’t think. All I can do is feel the way his free hand roams over my body, through my clothes and then under my skirt. He reaches around to plant his finger on my clit, and that’s it. That’s all I can take.

I cry out as the current of the orgasm pulls me under.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby.”

As if I could stop it even if I wanted to.

Which I definitely don’t.

Just as the tremors start to settle, he grips my hips and pushes hard, just one more time, and comes, whispering my name.

After a few moments of catching his breath, he slips out, lets my skirt and hands fall, and moves away from me.

“Now we can go.”

“No, now I need to clean myself up.”

He smirks and slaps my ass one more time. “Make it quick, or we’ll be late.”

“Smart ass.”

***

Thirty minutes later, we’re zooming down the interstate, driving out of town and toward Inn Boudreaux.

“So, you made this commute every day?” I ask, watching the swamp move past us in a green and brown blur.

“Yes,” he replies. “I could make the drive with my eyes closed.”

“Well, let’s not do that.” I grin and reach over to take his hand in mine. “But I will borrow this hand.”

“You can borrow anything you like.”

“We haven’t been to your house in a while. How’s it coming along?”

“Great.” He smiles, his eyes lighting up. “I should be able to move in by the end of the month.”

“Oh, Beau, that’s fantastic. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m ready.”

“I bet you are.”

“I’ll be closer to you, too.”

“True, your new neighborhood is only a five minute drive from my place.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about the living arrangements,” he says cautiously.

“Okay.” And just when we’re getting to the good stuff, my phone rings. “Oh, sorry. It’s Miss Sophia. I should take it.”

“Of course.”

“Hello?”

“Hi, darlin’,” she says. “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all, but I might lose my signal in a few minutes. Beau and I are on our way out to Inn Boudreaux for the evening.”

“Oh, how nice,” she says. “I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you’re okay.”

And that what happened at the cemetery hasn’t happened again.

“I’m great,” I reply honestly. “Everything has been business as usual.”

“Good.”

“And how are you?”

“I don’t have anything to complain about. I’ve gathered some information about our project, so if you’d like to come over for dinner in the next few days, we can go over it together.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful. I’d love to have dinner with you. You and Lena choose a time and I’ll be there.”

“We will do that. Stay safe today, baby girl.”

“I’m safe every day,” I remind her. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

As I end the call, Beau pulls up to the inn, and I’m struck again by how beautiful the property is, with massive oak trees surrounding the pretty white plantation house.

“This is such a lovely place.”

“I think so, too,” he says.

“You wanted to talk about something before that call came through.”

“It’ll keep until after dinner,” he replies and exits the car, then walks around to my side to open my door. “I’m a very patient man.”

“That’s a virtue I don’t have much of.” Rather than walk to the house, I walk into his arms and hug him close.

“What was that for?”

“You’re just my favorite person, and I wanted to hug you.”

His eyes soften as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mallory—”

“You’re here!” Gabby exclaims from the front door. “Come on in. It’s getting cold out there.”

“It’s going to be a chilly night,” I agree and lead Beau up the steps of the wide front porch. “It’s so pretty out here, Gabby.”

“Thanks.” A tall, broad man joins her. “This is Rhys.”

“Pleasure,” he says, reaching out to shake my hand. I pull my walls more tightly around me and am relieved when we touch and I don’t feel anything but welcome and the love this man has for his family.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Where are the kids?” Beau asks as we walk into the main living area of the house.

“With Mama,” Gabby says with a wink. “We get a whole evening without the kiddos. The guests have been fed, and they’re newlyweds, so they’ve already gone back up to their room.”

“That’s sweet,” I reply with a smile. “This would be a great honeymoon location.”

“Well, they rented out the whole inn for the week because they wanted privacy,” Rhys says.

“Wow. Good for them.”

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Gabby asks.

“No, thanks, I’m still detoxing from the other night. I’ll just have some water.”

“We can do that. Your shoes are fab.”

I glance down at the blue ballet flats I bought at Head Over Heels and grin. “Your sister is a shoe goddess.”

“And thank the lord above for it,” Gabby replies. “I hope you’re hungry because dinner is pretty much ready.”