“You do? Fuck yeah.” He spanked her ass lightly, then increased the pressure until her cheeks were red and she was moaning in pleasure as she alternated between grinding and bouncing up and down. “Lean forward and fuck me good.”
She leaned forward and rocked in and out while she lightly cupped and played with his balls. The wave was building in her and her insides tensed in anticipation of the flood of pleasure ready to combust. When he pushed his finger inside her puckered hole, she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exploding in thousands of sizzling pieces as the walls of her pussy clamped around him. “Roche!” Her voice was raw and unrecognizable to her.
Rock’s feral growl came next as he gripped her ass and ground against her, spilling his warm seed inside her. “Clotille. Fuck!” Behind her, he lay breathing heavily.
She bent down, her head between his legs as her body slowly returned to normal. He stroked her damp back and guided her off him as he eased out of her. Drawing her close to him, he placed her head against his heart, the thrumming of it comforting her. He kissed her head. “You’re incredible,chérie.” His words warmed her and she snuggled closer to him. He grabbed the sheet that lay tangled next to him and flung it over them, then whispered, “I’m happy you’re back in my life.”
“Me too, Rock. I waited so long for us to be like this. There’s so much I want to tell you. That Ihaveto tell you.”
“Shh… we got time for that. For tonight, let’s enjoy what we just experienced. It was the best fuckin’ I’ve ever had.”
“And it was the most intense I’d ever come before.”
“We’re good together. I always knew that. Life just kept fuckin’ up what we had. This time we won’t let that happen.”
“I never want us to be apart,” she whispered. “There are things we have to talk about. I’ve wanted to explain about Luc and—”
His deep breathing told her he was asleep; she’d have to talk to him another time. With his arm snug around her, it was like the years that had separated them disappeared into nothingness. Feeling safe and happy, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty
Armand reclined inhis leather chair and observed the well-kept garden in front of the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist in downtown Lafayette. Completed in 1916, the cathedral’s red and white brickwork was built in the Romanesque Revival style. It was a slice of history amid the modern buildings surrounding it. He glanced at his watch when the bells from the octagonal steeple tolled. He silently counted along with each strike as the person on the other end of the phone continued his tirade about “their agreement.”
He’d chosen his office just for the unobstructed view of the cathedral, and he’d usually swivel his chair to face it when he was on the phone. At that moment, he wasn’t interested in what Frederick was saying; he just wanted him off the phone. If Clotille didn’t want to stay with him anymore, it was her choice. He sighed; his sister had been a pain in the ass ever since he could remember. Over the years, he’d tried to guide her, but she was willful and spoiled thanks to their father, and there was nothing he could do about it. When she’d taken up with the family’s housekeeper’s son, he’d been appalled just as his mother had been, and he’d pushed Luc at her so she’d forget the white trash who had entered her life. But she hadn’t wanted Luc, and now she was throwing in the towel with Frederick—a man who could give her everything. In Armand’s opinion, Clotille had never been the same since she and Roche became friends. He shook his head, then focused his attention back to the phone.
“I don’t know what you want me to do about it. I agree that Clotille has broken her agreement, but I don’t even know where she is.”
“Your business wouldn’t even be where it is if it weren’t for me. Remember, your debt still hasn’t been paid. I don’t think you want to go back to where you were before I stepped in to save your ass, do you? You love money, and you squander it—that’s your weakness.”
Armand rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. “Again, I don’t know where she is. She hasn’t called me or my mother.”
“She’s in your fucking backyard.” Frederick’s anger over the phone was palpable and Armand cursed Clotille for messing upagain.She’s such a disgrace to the family, just like Dad was.“Did you hear me? She’s in your goddamned city.”
“Clotille’s in Lafayette? That can’t be true. She would’ve contacted me, or at least our mother. You’re mistaken.”
“I don’t make mistakes. She’s there with that lowlife biker. Rock’s his name. She leftmefor abiker. It’s so ludicrous.”
“Rock? Oh yeah, Roche. They knew each other many years ago. I just can’t believe she hasn’t called our mother.”
“I can’t believe any of this. That goddamned piece of trash has made her forget who she is. I’m not surprised at all by what she does anymore.”
“Have you heard from her?” Armand said.
“We spoke a couple days ago.”
“Did she tell you she was in Lafayette? Is that how you found out? She was probably trying to throw you off.” Armand glanced at his watch; he’d been on the phone with Frederick for over an hour listening to him lament about losing Clotille.He fucking thinks she’s the only woman around. He has so much money he could get any woman he desires. Clotille isn’t that great to carry on like he is. Mom’s going to be beyond pissed when she finds out Clotille’s been in Lafayette with Roche and hasn’t even bothered to call.
“She didn’t say where she was. I know a few guys in the Gypsy Fiends, a local motorcycle club. They told me. Seems like another club—the Insurgents—are trying to muscle in on a deal I have going. Anyway, they said Clotille came with the biker and they’ve been in Lafayette for over a week.”
“I can’t believe it. I’ll try and call her and see what’s going on. I have to end our conversation. I’m meeting my girlfriend for drinks.” Jolene had arranged a small party to meet for happy hour at a new chic bar downtown, and she would be dour for most of the evening if he were late.
“You better make this right, Armand, or there’ll be hell to pay, not just for Clotille but for you as well. I donotintend to just walk away. Clotille is mine until I tell her she isn’t. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good, then you know what needs to happen.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t come to Lafayette.”
