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Sure enough, there was a big web right above the steps, and a spider—that was, in Becca’s defense, much bigger than the tip of her finger—hung right in the middle. Well, fuck. Emmaline was also black and could very well be a black widow. Those were common in Louisiana.
“And you think she’s gonna drop on you if you try to leave?” Beau asked.
“Obviously.”
“She didn’t drop on me when I came up,” he pointed out.
“She didn’t drop on me when I came up either. Clearly, she’s the one in charge ofkeepingus up here.”
Beau nodded as if that made complete sense. “To what end?”
“We die, and they can feast on our carcasses.”
“Do spiders eat human carcasses?”
“After they suck out our souls.” Becca’s tone indicated this was common knowledge.
“I see.” He squinted at her. “So, we’re like Oreos?”
She frowned. “How do you get Oreos from that?”
“They…” He realized how this was going to sound just a beat before he said it, but he’d already started. “…lick our middles out first and then eat the rest.”
She lifted a brow. “Theysuckour souls out as any good demon would. It’s notlicking.”
“So they suck us before they eat us.”
He watched as the pink stained her cheeks. He’d known it would happen. He’d spent three months of his life thoroughly enjoying saying playful and sometimes downright filthy things to this woman and watching her blush. The best three months of his life. He knew her buttons.
He also knew how much she liked sucking and licking. Doing it and having it done…
And suddenly his jeans were fitting tighter.
You dumbass. You started this and now—
“Yes. It’s definitelysucking, theneating. And not a lot oflicking,” she said, crossing her arms.
Dammit.
He should have seen that coming.
Becca had gotten quite good at the vixen thing.He’durged her on and given her that confidence. The sweet, not-sure-of-herself-with-the-naked-sexy-stuff hadn’t lasted long. And she’d loved to make him squirm with her dirty talk.
Of course, that had been a year ago.More thana year ago. They were friends now. Just friends. Friends didn’t talk about sucking and licking and eating. At least not with the images Beau currently had running through his mind.
“Have they already done that to you?” he asked, forcing himself to focus on the fucking spiders instead of how damned easy it was to flirt with this woman. “You look a little thinner.”
Finally,finally, she cracked a smile. “I don’t think souls take up physical space that way.”
“You sure?” He stretched to his full height, bracing his feet apart. “Because I’m definitely the bigger of the two of us and I’ve gotwaymore soul than you.”
She mock-gasped. “How do you figurethat?”
“Please,” he scoffed, bending toward the trunk. “I’m anartist. Artists are full of soul.” He was a woodworker and he built custom furniture. That was his niche. He also did cabinets and other more basic projects, but he’d made a name for himself over the past couple of years for producing some of the most beautiful, unique, and high-quality furniture in the South.
“I’m ateacher,” Becca protested. “That takes so much heart and soul, you don’t even know.”
But he did. She was fucking amazing with kids. Everyone in Autre was thrilled that Becca had decided to come home.
