“That’s nice, baby-boy!” she murmured, “This all for me? Why thank you, kind sir!”
Johnny gasped as she slipped her lips over the swollen, slick head of his cock, her sly, wanton expression priming him for who knows what, but he knew she had something on her mind. As she suckled on him, she gently squeezed and milked his balls, keeping him fully charged.
“Oh God, yes…” murmured Johnny, shuddering as Justine rubbed her tongue along the sensitive tip of his cock.
Suddenly, she slipped her spit-sealed lips off his cock with an audible ‘pop’.
“You taste nice, Johnny-Boy, but I bet you feel nicer! Wanna come try and see?”
Johnny slipped onto the narrow bunk next to her, kissing her even as his hands explored her firm ass, sliding his fingers inside the her panties to squeeze and fondle her buttocks and glide a probing finger over her tight little anus. Justine wriggled her panties of, assisted by Johnny sliding them down.
“What you want to do, Minou-Minou?” he whispered.
“Just fuck me, Johnny, fill me up, baby, make babies in me, make a baby in me tonight, please!” she begged.
Johnny quit fondling her, instead cupping her face in his hands, a concerned look on his face.
“Justy, I know you worried, I’m worried too, but I swear on Mama’s heart, I will always be by your side. What’s really goin’ on, Minou? Talk to me, ma petite souce-fleur.”
Justine looked at him in an agony of impending loss.
“Baby-girl, talk to me…” Johnny murmured, tilting Justine’s face up to him.
Justine stared in his eyes, and Johnny, looking deeply into hers, saw the fear she was trying to hide.
“Hey, hey, it’s all gonna be OK, you hear me?” he whispered, “whatever gonna happen, tomorrow gonna be the end of it, we got mos’ the Atchafalaya jus’ a-waitin’ on us, they thicker’n fleas on a dawg out there, they got Miss Angel’s frien’s, mos’ everyone I know, Lubin know, an’ Audhemar know all jes’ waitin’ for them idjits to make a move, ain’t no-one but them douche-nozzles gonna be feelin’ any pain, you hear me, Minou-Minou?”
Justine shook her head, and grabbed Johnny, kissing him hard, urgently, while her hands stroked his face and her fingers combed through his hair.
“Make a baby in me, Johnny-Bear!” she hissed, “Now, right now, give me your baby, then I can let you go and do this thing. I know you have to do this, but first you have to do that one thing for me, then I can let you go. This is how it has to be, Johnny-Bear, so love me now one last time!”
“Ain’t no la’last-time’ ’bout this, Minou,” he whispered, concern creasing his face, “I ain’t gonna be no hero, I promise you I’ll be back afore mornin’s out, and yeah, I’ll keep my head down, I got too much to lose; didn’ I say I had me some marryin’ to do?”
For once, Justine didn’t grin at his overdone, ‘down-home’ accent, but when she looked at him, her eyes were glowing.
“Come here and do this for me, before you have to go do what you need to; make it good, Swamp-Thing!”
Johnny grinned back as he slid up next to her.
“Any time you’re ready, li’l gal…” he murmured, smiling as she slid her leg over him.
Justine groaned as once more her man slid deep into her, lighting her nerve-endings with those delightful feelings once again. She tightened around him, making him gasp with pleasure, and then quests and revenge and everything else was forgotten as the old, old rhythm took them, and they moved against each other, pleasuring each other as they built to their final crescendo, a maelstrom of heat, and friction, and slippery, sweaty, velvety wetness, warm and wholly encompassing, a fiery heat that took them into that place where once again all that was existed was their joining, their love burning hot and warming them all the way through.
And then they slept, sure and secure in their promises to each other, knowing that the end was in sight, and they were already on the first steps of their way back home.
*
The following morning, twelve days out from their starting point, Johnny finished checking in with Lubin and his cousins waiting near the Basin Bridge crossing, grinned, and heeled the cruiser over to the right bank and tied up to a stout bank-side Jacaranda.
“OK girls, we less than three mile from the Basin Bridge, time to get ready, we hoofin’ it from here on. Gather up your stuff, we got guide waitin’ for us up ahead, sure don’t wanna be late!”
Justine cocked an eyebrow at Johnny.
“Guide? Who?”
Johnny grinned at her.
“Ole frien’ o’ yours, Minou, jes’ up ahead a ways, she bin waitin’ since sunup. Bright, shiny, happy face, Minou, you gon’ like this!”
They grabbed their gear and slipped onto the bank, going single file, Johnny leading, then Justine, then Melette, with Odelie bringing up the rear. They proceeded in this fashion, stepping silently and carefully, keeping under cover, for about two hundred yards, when a soft whistle-hiss stopped them. Johnny grinned and whispered “You-all can come out, ‘s jes’ us!”
Justine gasped as Kelly Delano stepped out onto the trail, her grin stretching almost from ear to ear as she blew Johnny a kiss
“Hey there, Big John!” she smiled, “glad to see you made it this far! Uncle Lubin and some friends are waiting just up ahead, you go join them, I’ll take it from here!”
Johnny smiled happily.
“You sure are a welcome sight, miz Kelly, you clear on what we doin’ next?”
Kelly nodded. “Lubin and the rest of the boys are laid-up just up ahead there. Me and the girls are going up to your cousin Bouvaise’s place, I know the way there, and we’ll fort-up and wait for you to come tell us it’s all over and done. There are supplies and whatnot stashed there, we can hold out ’til you guys come get us, and yeah, I know, don’t worry, we’ll keep down and keep out of it, I already had the talk from Jean-Martin, Jean-Noel, Tommy, Lubin, Audhemar, everyone, really, so yeah, we’re cool.”
“Jes’ so’s you know, miz Kelly. Really don’ want you-all gettin’ hurt, not now this almost over an’ done! I gotta go now, you gals, you-all listen to miz Kelly, she know whut she doin’, this thing about ready to be done one way or ‘nother, an’ I don’ want you-all in the middle of it, so you mind her, you do whut she say, an’ I come get you ‘fore the day’s out, I promise!”
The three girls nodded in agreement, Odelie and Melette wide-eyed and silent in star-struck astonishment at the fact Kelly Delano, THE Kelly Delano, was a part of this, that she was their Li’l Jean’s friend, and she was here, with them, bank side on a minor bayou in the middle of nowhere. Kelly grinned at Melette and winked.
“There’s a couple of real cuties looking for you, honey, Hecky and Macky D, with Lubin’s boys; they were like to come to blows over you, Lubin and Jean-Noel had to separate them, now I see you I know why!”
Melette looked astonished.
“Hecky Lafontaine an’ Mack Doubillier part o’ this too? How that happen?”
Kelly flicked an errant curl off Melette’s face and smiled.
“Seems they both reckon you’re their girl, and they’re along to rescue you! That’s just the sweetest thing; I wish I had a pair of beefcake hotties like them fighting over me, I’m so jealous, honey!”
Justine nudged the girls back to reality, grinning at Kelly’s almost invisible wink, and grabbed her pack. Johnny checked Odelie’s rifle and the Ruger Hawkeye were both fully loaded and the safeties were on, checked Justine’s Glock, and pulled her close for a last kiss.
“You-all stay outta this, OK? Ain’t no reason you got to do anythin’ ‘cept stay down an’ wait it out an’ be ready if anythin’ go down out your way. I gotta finish this now, Minou-Minou, but I be back; it’s time to end this nonsense, an’ we gon’ do jes’ that. Jes’ keep yo’ heads down, stay outta things, an’ watch yourselves, got that?”
“Hurry back, my Johnny-Bear!” whispered Justine, smiling bravely, but with her heart in her mouth.
“Count on it, you an’ me got some marryin’ to do!” he grinned. “Now I really gotta go, love you, City-Girl, you an’ Odie, too, Mellie-gal, an’ Miz Kelly, you-all be careful too, you hear me? Y’all get goin’ now, an’ I see you on th’ other side!”
With that, he slipped back into the dense cover along the bank and was gone. Justine sighed, missing him already, and shrugged her pack more comfortably. Not for one second had she considered telling him don’t go, his place was living with her, not dying in some pointless, unwinnable war with organized criminals who never went away, who ultimately always won, no matter was brought to bear against them; telling him that wouldn’t work, because she knew he had to do what he thought was the right thing, and right now that was dealing once and for all with the people who threatened their lives and future.
Kelly, intuiting what was going through her mind, took her hand.
“Justine, he’ll be back, he promised you he would, and Big John’s never broken a promise to anyone; no sleazy little parasite drug-lord is fit to lick his boots, he’s like a force of nature, and when they realize what he’s capable of, those fucking parasites are gonna shit and die. Just remember this; God forgives, Johnny doesn’t, and they’re about to find out what happens when you piss him off and threaten his family. I’d ask God to have mercy on their souls, but why bother? Johnny’s gonna send them straight to Hell. His whole family are like that; if you’re their friend, they’ll hold back the tide, or storm the gates of Hell for you, but if you cross them, Hell’s the least of your problems. Let’s go.”