"I own all this property on this side of the road. A little over sixty acres. I used most of my mom's life insurance money to buy it. Now I'm using the rest of what she left me to fix it up," he said just as the path we were on started jutting downward.

He held out his hand, and I took it gratefully as I maneuvered my tired legs over the uneven ground.

"Is there some water around here somewhere?" I asked, as I smelled the distinct scent of algae and plant life.

"Yep. My property runs along Twelve Mile Bayou. I share my backyard with a couple hundred gators," he teased.

I looked at him crossly. "You know how I feel about them."

He grinned unrepentantly. "Yeah, I do."

I hated alligators. They were ugly, vile creatures.

They were also the reason I'd lost my childhood dog, Cinderella.

I'd seen the whole debacle and had formed a lifelong commitment to hating anything and everything that had to do with alligators.

"It's a good thing I'm in Shreveport then. There's no way I could live out here. You'd have to put up a fence or something to keep them from coming into the yard. Then you'd be out a bunch of money," I said as we finally made it close enough for me to see the water.

He turned to me, looking at me oddly.

However, he didn't say anything, just continued to scan my face for something.

"What?" I asked.

"I'd build you a fence," he said suddenly.

My heart started to pound.

"Cleo," I started, but he interrupted me.

"No. Don't do this yet. Just let me have today before we ruin the day. Please?" Cleo asked.

I nodded reluctantly. "Okay."

We walked along the edge in silence, looking at the water, and listening to the occasional fish splash.

I studiously ignored the slides that indicated that the belly of an alligator had previously occupied the spot that we were currently pa.s.sing.

I also ignored the fact that we were perilously close to the water.

I knew that was why Cleo was the closest. Whatever happened would have to go through him first.

We walked for a good twenty minutes before we arrived back at his house.

The outside was stunning.

"Your house is on stilts," I said in surprise.

He nodded. "Yeah, the lands flood occasionally. Stilts are needed during the rainy season."

"What would happen to your bike and your truck if it started flooding?" I wondered.

He shrugged. "I'd move them to the top of the road. Like I said, all the land is mine. It's never flooded that far before."

I grimaced. "That's actually quite scary to think about you trapped down here."

He gave me a perturbed look. "Honey, I'd never be stranded. I have every resource I'd ever need inside my head. Not to mention that I have a boat at the dock and a cell phone if I needed to make a call. It'd never happen."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "It could happen."

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe to some imbecile who doesn't know his a.s.s from his nose. Never to me."

"You'd just better pray it never happens while I'm here. You'd be carrying me the entire way. That black, murky water scares the s.h.i.t out of me."

He snorted and started walking up the stairs that led to his back porch.

I watched his a.s.s as we went. The perfectly round, muscled globes taunting me.

I hadn't meant to, but my finger extended, and I ran it down the crack of his a.s.s.

He froze. "Watch it."

It took me a few seconds to realize he wasn't talking about me 'watching his a.s.s,' but instead about me touching him in the first place.

"Why?" I asked once he started walking again.

"Because after that little show you gave me in the bathroom, I want nothing more than to bend you over and f.u.c.k you so hard you feel me in your throat," he growled, spinning around, his gaze spearing me in place.

He watched as my hand clenched tightly on the wooden railing.

Watched my b.r.e.a.s.t.s heave.

And none of it was because of exertion.

No, this was because of pure, s.e.xual desire.

"That wasn't meant to get your d.i.c.k hard," I lied.

He stared at me for a few long seconds before answering. "You're playing with fire."

I laughed. "As if that could scare me."

Before I could get the last word out, Cleo lunged forward, encircling my waist with his large arm and pulling me flush up to his body.

"It should," he said ominously just before leaning forward and sucking the top fleshy part of my breast into his mouth.

I groaned, pushing closer to him as Cleo back stepped up the stairs.

With no other choice, I followed him.

He pulled hard, and I could practically feel the blood rushing to my skin, purpling in a bruise that was in the shape of his s.e.xy, sinful mouth.

"You," I said breathily. "We...f.u.c.k."

He'd pulled the top down exposing my nipple to his hungry mouth, followed shortly by sucking it roughly into his mouth.

He fed on my nipple, taking long, rough pulls. Then he alternated by running the tip of his tongue around the turgid peak while holding it in place with his teeth.

"d.a.m.n," I groaned when we finally reached the top step, allowing me to lean into his embrace fully, followed shortly by my hand disappearing into the elastic of his pants.

His c.o.c.k was rock hard as my fist finally found its destination.

He spread his legs wider, allowing the room I so desperately wanted.

His b.a.l.l.s were loose and hanging a lot lower between his legs than they'd been last night, and I was fascinated by the feel of them.

"You're killing me," he said just before switching to my other breast.

I smiled down at his head, and then closed my eyes as he took a particularly strong pull on my nipple.

"G.o.d," I groaned as his large hand slipped underneath the elastic of my own pants, and zeroed in on my throbbing c.l.i.t.

His back hit the side of the house, and he groped blindly for the screen door's handle, never once losing his grip on my c.l.i.t or my breast.

He swung quickly, flinging the screen door open so hard that it slapped against the house with a thud.

He didn't wait for it to close, though.

One second I was in front of him ma.s.saging his b.a.l.l.s, and the next I was inside the door, on my knees.

With a harsh yank, he pulled my tight shorts down my legs exposing my a.s.s.

With no time wasted, he lined his hard c.o.c.k up with my entrance, and thrust inside.

This s.e.x was different than it was last night.

Harder. Rougher. Stronger. With more emotion.

My eyes closed as he started thrusting his hips forward, ramming into me so hard that I had to fall down to my elbows to keep myself from face planting into his pretty wood floors.

My core started tightening on his c.o.c.k, going higher and higher until I started to explode around him.

Impossibly, his speed increased, and his b.a.l.l.s started slapping against my c.l.i.t, giving me that little push that I needed to rocket into my o.r.g.a.s.m.

I would've screamed, but my breath left me in the first wave.

My p.u.s.s.y clamped down hard on his c.o.c.k, milking him like a serpent.

He groaned and grasped the fleshy part of my a.s.s as he thrust once, twice, and three more times, finally releasing inside of me.

"Jesus," he panted and pulled out, bringing me into his side as he rolled.

"You know," I panted back as I looked at the ceiling. "This place kind of reminds me of a church."

Cleo "That's because it was one," a snotty voice said from the other side of the screen door.

I stood so fast that I got light headed.

Rue's legs snapped together so fast and hard that it sounded like a gunshot echoing around the room.

"Jesus Christ, Molly. Don't you knock...or call?" I growled as I yanked my shorts up over my d.i.c.k.

Molly's eyes were pointed at the tin roof as she surveyed anything that wasn't my body.

"I tried calling. You didn't answer. I also tried knocking on the front door, and you didn't answer that either. This was my third option," Molly snapped.

Moving my foot, I grabbed Rue's shirt with my toes and flicked them at her.

She caught it gratefully and roughly yanked the shirt over her body inside out and backwards.

Her shorts were already up, and she looked like she was contemplating running away.

"Stay," I snapped.

She lowered her eyebrows and I could just see the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"She can leave," Molly said disdainfully.

I turned to my sister and glared at her.

She was staring at Rue with such hatred that I wanted to beat her a.s.s.

"She's staying. You're leaving," I volleyed back.

Molly and Rue's mouths dropped open in surprise, but I was over Molly's att.i.tude.

I'd put up with her s.h.i.t pertaining to Rue for a long time now.