“I was there a few days ago on some… business. At that time, I didn’t know she was there.”
“I didn’t know you were in town. You should’ve called me and we could’ve met up.”
“It was a very short trip. There was something I had to do.”
“Gotcha. I hate to do this, but I do have to go. Jolene doesn’t like it when I keep her waiting.”
Fredrick’s dry laugh sounded through the phone. “You need to be better in controlling your woman unless your scene is having the woman control you.”
“My scene right now is getting off the phone so I can clear up my desk and meet Jolene. We’ll talk soon. I’ll try and call Clotille and see if I can’t convince her to go back to you.”
“She’ll come back to me,” Frederick said in a low, hard voice. “Either dead or alive, I will have my pet. Remember that.” The phone went dead.
Armand shook his head, cleared off his desk, and scampered out of the office.
Chapter Twenty-One
Rock walked backinto the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands. “This time the water ran clear, so I put some salt in with it to make sure the crawfish are totally cleaned.” Rock had watched his mother prepare crawfish boils since the time he could walk, and while he was in the back rinsing and filling the tub with water several times to clean the crawfish, he felt as though his mother were watching him.
“We’re almost done with cutting up the vegetables. We’ll have to boil the craw in batches.” Isa rushed around the kitchen while Clotille cut up the potatoes and halved the corn on the cob.
Rock liked watching Clotille make Cajun food; her eyes always lit up. A few nights before, she’d been humming while she’d blended the spices for the killer jambalaya she’d prepared. Watching her sway her hips to the tune had made him damn horny, and if Isa and her kids hadn’t been in the next room, he’d have had Clotille bent over the counter, licking some sweet paprika and cayenne pepper off her firm globes as he slammed into her pussy.
Fuck, just thinking about it makes me hard.
“I hope your friends will like the food,” Isa said as she placed the cut-up potatoes, celery, corn, mushrooms, onions, and garlic in a big bowl.
“They’re easy—they like anything that has beer as an accompaniment.” Rock popped the top of his beer can. “And I bought a shitload of it.”
“Clotille made a hot and spicy blend of seasoning for the first pot, and I made a milder one for the other pot. Not everyone likes it hot.” Isa wiped her hands on the dish towel.
“Fuck, will you calm down already? It’ll be fine. Hot and spicy is just the way I like it,” he said in a gravelly voice, winking at Clotille when she looked up and met his gaze. He groaned inwardly when the tip of her pink tongue touched her top lip. What he wouldn’t do to be able to suck it into his mouth and play with it.
“I’ve just never entertained a bunch of bikers before.” Isa laughed nervously. “Charlie’s so damn excited to see all the motorcycles. He’s been dying to get one but I won’t let him. I have enough to worry about without him having an accident.”
“He must be bummed. Hell, if you wanna ride, you gotta do it. It’s in your blood. You should let him have one.” Rock drifted his gaze back to Clotille and watched how her tits bounced up and down as she chopped the parsley vigorously.I wish she were bouncing like that on my cock. I’m pitchin’ a damn tent. Fuck, I didn’t know it was so hot to watch a woman cook.
“I got Charlie to let it rest, but since you’ve been here with your badass bike he’s started up again about it. Now he’ll be impossible after seeing all the bikes tonight.”
“Yeah, and Hawk—he’s our vice president—has a wicked Harley. He customized it all himself. It fuckin’ rocks.”
“I didn’t think I’d like riding on one, but I have to say that I love it. At first I was scared shitless, but now I enjoy the ride.” Clotille pushed a fallen strand of hair off her forehead with her forearm.
Rock chuckled. “The first road I took you on was hairpin turns all the way. It wasn’t a good introduction to riding.”I love the way you put your arms around me, your fingers slipping down on my dick whenever I hit a bump. Definitely enhances the ride with you clinging onto me.
Charlie walked in and stole a stalk of celery from the vegetable bowl. “I heard my name. What things are you telling them about me?” He came behind Isa, wrapped his arms around her small waist, and pulled her back to him. Nuzzling her neck, he said, “Are you saying good or bad things about me,chouchou?”
Isa giggled and pretended to be embarrassed, but Rock knew she was loving every peck Charlie was bestowing upon her. “She’s telling us you want a Harley, dude.”
A big grin broke over his face. “I’ve been thinking about getting a motorcycle.” He kissed her neck again when her brow furrowed. “Not sure about a Harley.”
“What the fuck? A Harley’s the only bike to get. Man, if you get a fuckin’ rice burner, I’m going to have to act like I don’t know you.” Rock laughed when concern crossed Charlie’s face. “Dude, I’m just shittin’ you. But Harleys are the best machines. When my brothers come over later, you can check them out. Some of them are beyond wicked. They’re the best on the market.”
“If you ever need to supplement your income, you could get a job at the Harley-Davidson showroom,” Clotille said, a smirk on her lips.
“You little vixen, I outta spank your ass for that.” He threw her a lascivious grin, and her eyes darted to Isa and Charlie. He glanced over and saw their discomfort as they fidgeted in place, pretending to be busy wiping imaginary crumbs off the counters. He guffawed and then rose from the table. “I’ll put the pots on the propane burners.” He swaggered out the door.
A few hours later, the crawfish boil was in full swing as the Insurgent brothers stuffed their faces with the star of the event, along with boiled potatoes, spicy sausages, boiled corn on the cob, mushrooms, and crusty toasted French bread slathered in butter. The multi-colored paper lanterns Rock had hung up earlier under the eaves of the patio’s roof swung in the night breeze, casting a warm glow on the lawn. Cajun music interspersed with Zydeco and hard rock as everyone enjoyed the chance to eat good food, share stories and memories, and guzzle a bunch of beer.
