Echoes in the Bayou (21 page)

"Shit,"
he muttered as he tried to concentrate. Ava stifled back a giggle as she
continued carefully turning the pages of the diary. She hadn’t read a word, how
could she when Magnus was so close by. She lied when she told him that she was
too frightened to read alone in the other room, she'd simply wanted to be near
him and watch him work. But for some reason he was struggling and she knew why,
he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

"Time
for a break," she said and placed the diaries on the table. She walked
over to him and boldly got on her hands and knees. Magnus wanted to stop her,
wanted to take control but he couldn’t, she was making him feel too good.

"It's
time for you to watch me," she said and seductively unbuttoned his cargo
shorts and
using her teeth tugged them until they
fell down around his ankles.  She pushed back against him and let the
wheels of the chair roll back allowing him room to spread his masculine legs.

"What
have we here?" She asked playfully as she ran her tongue along his shaft.
"Do you like what you s
ee?"

"I
like what I see and taste," she said and hungrily took him into her mouth
.

"Ava,"
he said in a strained moan. "I really need you out of these clothes."

"Whatever
your heart desires," she let out a soft moan and let him pull down her
shorts and toss them over to the other side of the room. The sight of her lyin
g naked on top of the oriental rug made his breath
quicken.

"God
you are stunning," he said.
His hands
covering her body with soft caresses, one of his fingers had found its way into
the soft, wet folds. A soft moan escaped her lips.

She
reached for him but his fingers massaging her almost caused her to lose her
mind and she lay back down, arching up to him and anxiously awaiting more. He
covered her with his body and kissed her passionately. He then licked a path
down her body, taking his time at her breasts. She let out a long sigh and
raked her hands through his hair.  He continued with his kisses all the
way down her belly, spreading her legs and diving in between them with his
tongue.

She
lifted her hips to his face while moaning with pleasure.  "You taste
exquisite Ava, I could get drunk off of you."

"And
I you," she
said weakly.

Then she
felt him, ready to enter her, gently probing.
 
He covered her mouth with his once again as he entered her with a long, and
steady movement. It didn’t take long for him to give into the desire to bury
himself in her and his slow and steady movements soon turned faster, and
deeper. She threw her head back and raked her nails along his back and held
onto him, then they both cried out and felt their entire bodies tighten then
shudder.

 
Feeling her hot liquid caused him to let himself go
and the intense pleasure from it all practically blew his mind. He wanted to
tell her how beautiful she was and how he was falling in love with her. But he
was breathless and could only manage  to say the words, "You are
amazing."

 
She went completely flaccid in his arms, her head
rested against his chest, her eyes were closed and she wore the faintest smile
on her lips.  "Are you completely out of it?" he teased.

"I
might be," she said
.

"Don’t
worry, I promise to pleasure you a lo
t more but
later," he said. "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight."

"Sounds
perfect," she said struggling to sit up.

"All
of a sudden I'm famished.
"

"So
am I," he said and helped her recover the clothes that were strewn about
the room
.

Magnus
stood showered and dressed at the bottom of the stairs. While he was waiting
for Ava, he thought about how amazing their love making had been and how much
he couldn’t wait to ravish her body again and again, starting tonight. He hoped
that there would no interruptions of the supernatural kind as he wanted to be
the one to take control. He liked the fact that she had taken matters into her
own hands so to speak and had initiated their first actual encounter. When it
was all over, he so very badly wanted to tell her that he was falling in love
with her but thought it not the best time
. Maybe
after dinner
, he thought to himself and
smiled when he saw her walking down the stairs. The floral print spaghetti
strapped dress she had on fit her figure perfectly and he couldn’t help but
notice how the smocked top accentuated her already gorgeous breasts.

"You
look good enough to eat," he said with a grin. "Again."

"Thank
you, so do you," she said. He was wearing soft khaki pants and a white
linen shirt.
His shirt was loose and she
couldn’t help but notice his chest hairs peeking through. She wanted to feel
them brush softly against her breasts again.

"Let's
go before I change my mind," she grinned
.

That
night after dinner, Magnus had kept his promise, Ava had never before
experienced this kind of lovemaking. It was as if Magnus knew her body and her
needs for a lifetime. He'd driven her wild with his lovemaking, making her climax
more than she'd even thought possible. After she'd collapsed in his arms again,
he grinned triumphantly. Exhausted, they fell asleep. She loved feeling the
warmth of his body next to hers and in the middle of the night she was awoken
by the sensation of his hands gently massaging her breasts.

She
turned over then and opened herself up to him, he had a way of making her body
shake to its core and she loved feeling every tremor. And she could tell by the
way he shuddered and moaned with pleasure that she had the same effect on him.

While
watching him sleep, Ava thought about how profound the difference was being
with Magnus. She normally would feel quite vulnerable and unsure about being so
intimate with a man, she'd been that way with Gavin. But things were different
with Magnus, she'd hardly known him at all yet she felt completely safe and
protected. After she and Gavin started their relationship, it had taken her
weeks to let go of her inhibitions, but she wanted to hold nothing back from
Magnus. She was surprised at the way she took control earlier in the day and
had taken him into her mouth. She remembered the sound of his voice encouraging
her to let go, and how she'd listened and let go of it all with abandon.

During
the next few days, Sinta stayed away. She knew that the two lovers were busy
discovering one another and she wanted to give them time to do just that.
Besides, she had work to do now that they had found the family cemetery. Every
night she would gather the necessary items and hold rituals at the grave sight
of Will and his mother Amelia.  She needed to do all she could to protect
Ava and Magnus, they were coming up to the battle of their lives and she needed
to work all her magic to make sure that the two survived

Magnus
worked on his novel and Ava worked on reading the diaries, she had managed to
come up with a bit of a time line and shared it with Sinta and Magnus one
evening. She told them that she had found out what happened the night that
Celeste was murdered and how Amelia played a bigger part than they originally
thought.

She sat
the two at the kitchen table and after pouring them all glasses of freshly made
lemonade she began telling them the story.

"Okay,
so this is from Amelia's diary," she sa
id
and carefully opened it to the page.

"What
I's tell you about reading Miss Amelia's diary alone Miss Ava?" She
frowned. "You's givin' her power and you don’t even know it. You too close
to it Miss Ava, you got to let someone not so close read it, like me or Mister
Magnus," the old woman procl
aimed.

A strange
feeling came over her just then and it made her defensive. "Sinta, I know
that you mean
well , but I think I can handle
reading a diary and if I can't I'll let you both know. And just so you know, I
wasn’t alone, Magnus was nearby and just wait until you hear what I have to say
then you'll be glad that I read it,"  she said excited to share with
them what she'd found out.

"Are
you guys listening? Okay, here goes.
"

"I've got it all planned out. Tonight after
dinner I'm going to seduce John
with plenty of
Brandy. Once I do that he'll be drunker than drunk and like a bee to honey,
he'll go after that nigga whore Celeste. And if I know John like I think I know
John, he won't take no, and once he's had his full of that nigga she won't be
fit to work in this house no more. I'll have her sent out to the fields where
she'll be treated like the rest of them filthy nigga's out there and my boy
will be safe from her and her nigga charms. I just have to make sure he's
good and tired and won't wake up and try to do something stupid. Not much worry
there because he's been out in the field all day so he should be plenty tired.
None the less it wouldn’t hurt if I slipped some of my herbal syrup into his
drink during dinner; poor boy won't know what hit him. One day I'm sure he'll
thank his momma for looking out for him."

 
"That conniving bitch set her up," Ava
exclaimed to them both.

"Yes
but it looked like she wasn’t counting on John killing her," Magnus said
.

"Regardless
of whether she knew
that he was going to kill
her or not, I bet she was more than happy when she found out. It had solved all
her problems."

For Ava
, reading the diaries was like being addicted to
drugs, she couldn’t get enough. Although she was almost finished with
Celeste's, she found Amelia's to be much more informative.  Celeste's
diary read like the love sick young woman that she was but Amelia wrote down
everything, especially her severe hatred and disdain towards Celeste.  And
while she read it she felt every insult and hurtful thing that Amelia had
written. It was like regressing back to that time. She found it fascinating
that here she was in the twenty-first century reading about her supposedly
reincarnated self in the nineteenth century. It had all seemed so surreal; she
was no longer scared or fearful of Celeste like she had been when she first
found out about her. Now she felt compelled to reunite Celeste with Will, it
was the least she could do, considering that the poor girl had suffered such a
horrible death.

Th
e more she told them about the diaries, the more
Magnus had to write about. "This is going to be a best seller I can feel
it," Ava said to him. She was reading over his shoulder.

"You
think so? I think so too." He playfully grabbed her and sat her on his l
ap.

"I
know you're going to become even more famous and forget all about me," she
frowned
.

He got
serious then and took her face into his hands. "Ava, that will never
happen," he said and took control
of her
mouth, possessing her. "Get back to work," she teased and left him
sitting at his desk, hard as a rock.

 
He thought it quite amazing that he had developed such
strong feelings for Ava over such a short amount of time. He remembered when he
was dating Jeanette and how he was never able to say the words,
I love you
to
her. And that she never really seemed to get upset that he couldn’t. 
Instead he'd told her that he was quite fond of her and that he could see
himself being with her, hell he'd proposed.
Like
a jack ass
, he scolded himself.  He
told himself that he was allowed one stupid mistake and that looking back on
it, he was incredibly lucky that she'd broken it off. Buying this plantation
saved him from a life of misery, of that he was sure.

There was
also something else that he was sure of, he was in love with Ava and he was
going to tell her tonight, after their dinner guest's leave.  His agent
Steve was coming by for dinner and he was bringing his wife Kelly. It was the
first time Ava was to meet his agent and she had been busy planning everything
to perfection. She polished the silver, planned the menu and even went so far
as to iron the table linens. "I want everything to be perfect," she
told him as they got ready for their dinner.

"And it will b
e Ava; you've gone above and beyond. He's just an
agent for goodness sake, he should be taking us to dinner," he joked.

 
Ava
smiled at him. "It's nice to have people over for dinner," she told
him.

"People
that we like," she winked at him. He knew that
she was referring to the unexpected visit of Gavin and Melanie.