Chapter 25 - Bee

Sometimes you just have to tell your man he gives you butterflies in your vagina

~ Mac, the sexstravergant

I was seconds away from exploding, literally. Something had to give, my body was coiled too tight. I could just imagine my body exploding, and Austin standing alone with a confused expression on his sexy face. It made me smile but all thoughts of exploding like a cartoon character disappeared as Austin’s expert fingers played with my lady bits. I thrust into his hand wishing for something bigger to fill me. Finally, his fingers fell away and he gripped both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. I was caught between Austin and the wall, and I decided this was my new favorite place to be.

Austin’s gaze, pale green eyes full of lust, captured mine for just a moment, and I noticed the unmistakable fierce red glow that radiated from our skin as our auras mixed . . . love. We were in love. I was in love. Holy . . . Before I could freak out about it, he impaled me on his cock, and I screamed from the force of it.

“Holy . . . whistle . . . yes,” was all I could get out.

Then Austin began to thrust, his body holding mine with ease, his big hands securing my wrists tight. I felt completely at his mercy, even though I knew I could easily break free at any time.

My head and back continued to thump against the wall, a challenge to the noisy neighbors. Along with my throaty moans and Austin’s growls, we were giving them a run for their money.

“Harder,” I demanded, trying to thrust my hips against Austin’s, but the lack of space allowed me little room to move. Austin obliged, though, and slammed his hips into me. Flesh slapping, walls thumping, the acoustics of our joining filled the air. It was a beautiful moment of raw need.

The build up to orgasm didn’t take long, I had been already hovering there when Austin first entered me, but now, now, I was so full I knew this release was going to leave a mark on my soul. As my frantic cries grew louder and louder, and Austin’s powerful strokes pushed me harder and faster, I fell over that glorious edge, my feminine walls surrounding Austin’s heavy length gripping rhythmically as my orgasm made my eyeballs roll back into my head and my back arch with passion. Austin grunted, cursed, and yelled out my name as he came with me, burying himself as deep as possible.

As we both gradually floated down from the lofty heights of our peak, I noticed the neighbors had become silent. “We won,” I whispered in Austin’s ear.

“Of course we did,” he breathed heavily, letting my wrists go. “We had a lot of built up energy to expel. But I’m not sure I can move now.”

I rested my head against his shoulder and sighed. I didn’t really care. I’d happily stay like this forever.  The slick warmth of his flesh pressed intimately to mine.

“I should probably let you down before my legs give out.”

Austin pulled away from my body, his cock falling free. With a simple thought, I cleaned us up, and Austin shivered.

“What was that?” he asked, looking down at his peen with a surprised look on his face.

“A bath, immortal style.”

“It felt . . . tingly.”

I raised a brow, and a smile threatened to break my just sexed composure.

“Did you just say tingly?”

“In a very manly way, of course,” Austin added with a gruff voice.

“Of course.” I patted his cheek, then with another thought I clothed us both.

“Holy shit,” Austin spat out, scrambling away from me and glancing down at his new clothing.

It hurt that he’d put the distance between us, but when he raised his gaze to mine and smiled, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Wanna see something cool?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t freak out.

Austin was feeling his shirt and jeans, perhaps checking to make sure they were real.

“That was pretty, fucking cool.”

I waved him off. Clothing myself or someone else was the easy stuff.

“Way cooler than that.”

Holding my hand out, my beautiful bow appeared, its wood vibrating against the palm of my hand. Austin stared at it, his mouth slightly agape. When his hand reached out to touch it, he withdrew his fingers at the last second. There was a reverence in his eyes as he glanced at me, awe and wonder heavy in his features.

“Can I touch it?” I couldn’t help the snort of laughter and Austin grinned. “Dirty, Sugar, I like that.”

“Sure, Austin, you can touch it,” I purred after regaining my composure.

As he did I felt the power in my bow flare out towards Austin’s fingertips, almost as if reaching for him by some magnetic force.

“It’s ting . . .” he stopped before using the very unmasculine term again. “I mean, it feels strange, too.”

“We’re soul mates who have begun bonding, my power wants to merge with you, but it won’t unless you are immortal. That kind of power in your human body would kill you.”

Austin pulled his hand away and ran it through his tussled hair. “So, how do we do this immortal business?”

“We don’t, yet.”

My reply was quick, even though I hadn’t really thought beyond this moment with the seriousness it deserved. I could tell my words brushed over Austin the wrong way. He didn’t like my quick dismissal. Wanting to reassure him, I reached out and grabbed his hand.

“We get to know each other better. We continue our relationship, whatever that entails, and we make sure. If we fully bond and you give up your mortality, I’ll be asking you for forever, Austin, and that’s a long, freaking time.”

I couldn’t deny that entire sentence felt odd and at war with whom I thought I was. But I was trying so hard to listen to my heart and not my head.

Austin squeezed my hand gently. “Voice of reason. First Walker, now you. Who would have thought?”

“Walker was the one who called you a pussy?”

Austin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasn’t the first time. I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“Do you want to see this in action?” I nodded towards my bow.

Austin grinned. “Hell yeah.”

I traced us to Zakynthos, a Greek island with a golden beach and water so blue it rivaled a cloudless sky. Mac was lying on the sand wearing a leopard print bikini with matching cap, while Walker tackled Elias into the water. Both the men wore board shorts, Elias looking like a pale, white bean pole beside Walker’s wide, tan body.

“Normally when I do this, my powers allow me to create an illusion where I step out of my body, so humans can’t see me nocking the arrow and shooting it,” I explained as I found Mac lying on the sand watching the guys. Sensing my arrival, she slowly stood and turned to face me with a knowing smirk on her face, but when she noticed the glowing, iridescent arrow in my hand, her smile fell. Using my immortal speed, I nocked the arrow and let it fly right into her beating heart.

“Holy . . . fudge nuggets!” Mac spat out as she stumbled in the sand, clutching her chest.

“Bee?” Austin asked, his tone indicating he was worried.

“Oh, she’s fine. Shake it off, girlfriend. It’s barely a tickle.”

Mac pinned me with a look of pure venom. “You shot me?” she exclaimed. By now, Walker had run up the beach and was holding Mac protectively.

“You shot my baby cakes?” he asked, outraged.

“It fraken hurt!” Mac screamed.

“I know,” I said with a smile, while quickly nocking another arrow in my bow.

There was no time for anyone to react, I was too quick, and the arrow slipped through the air as if slicing butter, slamming home into Walker’s heart. He flinched, but he needn’t have. It didn’t hurt him at all. In fact, he stood a little taller and looked down on Mac with his face squished in an incredulous frown.

“Babe, seriously?”

“It’s different for immortals. It actually feels like getting shot in the heart with an arrow.” Mac rubbed her chest, and I knew the sting had already begun to recede. “Why did you shoot us, dillweed? We were already bonding.”

I knew my face was lit with an unbreakable smile as I watched Walker look at Mac, lust filling his eyes.

“Babe, did your boobs get bigger?” he asked, his hands reaching to play with the string on her bikini top.

Mac snorted, but as soon as she turned to look at her potential, desire flooded her veins and she simply leaped into his arms, climbing his body as Walker began to kiss her in a most indecent way.

“Oh, come on. I’ve never been to Greece before, and now you’re ruining it,” Elias grumbled.

“You’ve got fucking wings,” Austin said from beside me.

I turned to find him staring in awe at my iridescent wings. Allowing them to move, I took a moment to soak up the sun hitting the useless appendages.

“A throw back to my father; he has wings that he can actually use to fly. I can’t fly. They are just there to look pretty and only come out when I use the bow.”

“They are amazing,” he said, his hand gently touching one wing.

The feeling was almost like a tickle and they fluttered without conscious thought. As soon as the bow disappeared, so did the wings.

“You’re incredible,” Austin remarked.

I wanted to climb him much the same way Mac had Walker, but since they were both currently in the process of stripping each other naked, and Elias was fake gagging all over the place, I reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on, Goth Boy. I’ll treat you and Austin to dinner. How about Taco’s in Mexico?”

“Who else?” Elias asked through a mouthful of Taco.

We had been playing this game for over an hour now, and neither of the boys were tired of it yet. Even Austin sat with wide eyes and an expectant look on his face. I took a sip of my Sangria and admitted they probably had every right to be a little shocked. It wasn’t every day you found out that Hugh Hefner was in fact Pan, the lusty Greek god who nailed pretty much anything.

“Madonna is actually a muse, Euterpe to be precise.”

“No fucking way,” Austin whispered.

“I’m still stuck on that Hugh Hefner dude diddling with goats,” Elias murmured with a grimace.

“It’s actually Pan who diddles with goats. Hugh is just a human persona in the mortal realm, and as far as I know, he sticks strictly to humans here. But yeah, you haven’t heard the half of it,” I murmured, sickened by the thoughts of Pan’s conquests, which were basically anything with a hole, and the way the lusty god traveled the world like a never ending case of herpes.

“Is it true if you look upon a god you will burst into flames?” Elias was quick to ask.

I snorted. “Of course not. Zeus started that rumor when he got pissy over a mortal woman rejecting his sexual advances. In his fury, he killed her, along with every other mortal in the room, with flames, and boom, the gods suddenly had a new power.”

I watched as Austin ran his thumb across his lower lip while deep in thought, and I sighed. I liked his lips, a lot. Seductive, indulgent lips that had kissed me unlike I’d been kissed before. Taking and giving with equal amounts of pleasure. When Austin noticed my staring, those lips turned up into a knowing smirk, and he offered me a cheeky wink.

“You okay there, Sugar?” His question was almost a challenge in a husky voice that made my girly parts flutter.

Glancing around, I made sure nobody was taking any notice of us before reaching across the table to take Elias’s hand and disappearing with him.

“What the fuck,” Elias spat out as we landed back in my apartment.

“Watch your language,” I reminded him with a gentle smack to the back of the head.

I handed him the plate of leftover tacos, then I traced back to the alleyway beside the restaurant in Mexico. Strolling around the corner, I sauntered towards my man, only to draw up short when I found the cute waitress who had been serving us leaning casually against our table, her big doe eyes drinking in Austin, lust wafting from the woman so strong it made me want to puke.

“Hussy,” I hissed under my breath. My first instinct was to set the woman on fire. “Damn Zeus move.” I shook my head with disgust.

When the waitress leaned over in front of Austin, letting her cleavage practically fall into his lap, and began writing something on a napkin, the jealousy that consumed me was swift and brutal. There were two types of people in this world, explosive and implosive, and I was one hundred percent explosive. Emotions never stayed wrapped up inside me for long. Instead of using the woman as a wrecking ball to begin demolishing the entire city, like I wanted to, I drew in a deep breath and remembered Mac’s calming mantra.

“Goosfraba, goosfraba, goosfraba. Stupidest word ever.”

It was the mantra Jack Nicolson used in the film Anger Management to help calm his patients. Mac had laughed her ass off over that movie and quoted lines for a good ten months, sending me quickly to the edge of insanity. “Goosfraba, Bee. Come on, I know you’re close to a meltdown, but we can contain this mess if you just say it with me: Goosfraba.” I remembered the night my friend pushed me too hard, quoting the stupid movie one too many times, and I lost my ever-lovin’ shit. She didn’t quote the movie again after that. 

As it was back then, the word did little to curb the rage that seductively warmed my veins with the promise of violence. Like other immortal gods and goddesses, I had no problems with violence, and I definitely had no problems with teaching a twenty-something-year-old impudent hoochie a lesson on moving in on another woman’s man. There had been no missing the interest in the hussbucket’s eyes when she told us the night’s specials, and I did what any hot blooded woman would do, I laid ownership right in front of the biatch.  I’d kissed Austin, hard, tongue and all, and he’d kissed me back with the same amount of want and passion as Elias groaned in disgust from somewhere beside us. And yet, I turned my back for a heartbeat and the woman was all over my man.

Strolling right up to our table, I didn’t miss the way Austin tried to look anywhere but at the woman. He leaned away from her, his arms crossed over his chest, his body language a clear ‘fuck off.’ It pleased me immensely to know he wasn’t interested. 

“What did I miss?” I asked as I slipped back into my seat. The relief that flooded Austin’s features made me smile. Could my man not handle a mere lusty human woman?

“Not sure what you missed, but I sure as hell missed you,” Austin said, loud enough that the woman standing alongside our table would hear.

“You know what I miss?” I purred, and Austin shook his head, desire drawing him forward until he was leaning into me just as I was him. “I miss what you did to me against my living room wall this morning,” I confessed, also loud enough the waitress would have heard.

Austin’s grin was sublime and he leaned forward as if to kiss me, but stopped a whisper short of those beautiful lips pressing against mine.

“How about,” he whispered, so close I could almost taste him, “we get the fuck out of here and go do it again, maybe this time with you bent over the couch.”

My eyes rolled back in my head at the image. My mortal was filthy, and I loved it!

Someone cleared their throat, breaking the spell and I sat back, glancing to our server who had a petulant look on her face. Austin’s clear ownership of me had thawed the anger, but the snotty look on the woman’s face threatened to throw me straight back into the overflowing bucket of fury.

Austin stood and reached out his hand. I took it and allowed him to pull me up from my chair. As we turned our backs to leave, an aggravating voice caught our attention and Austin wrapped an arm around my waist as he guided us back to face the waitress.

“Discúlpeme señor, you dropped this.”

With dark eyes full of false innocence, the woman held out the napkin she had written her number on. I clenched my jaw tight; I was a step away from ending the bitch who was a chip short of a McHappy meal, when Austin laughed loudly.

“Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “In case you didn’t notice, I have the most fucking beautiful being in existence on my arm. She’s funny, intelligent, and sweet but she’d never admit it. She’s successful, strong, independent, and when I lose myself in her body, I never want to be found.” Austin shook his head. “So it'd be best if you pocket that number, because I’d have to batshit-crazy to accept it.”

Be still, my beating heart, I thought as butterflies filled my stomach. Could this day get any better?

“Come on, Sugar, you and I have a date with the back of a couch.”

Oh heck yes, we did. Instead of burning Mexico to the ground, and mounting some floozy’s head on a pike, I was going to get laid . . . again!