Sweet Home Louisiana: Boys of the Bayou Book 2

by Erin Nicholas

  Maddie took a deep breath and blinked rapidly. She wasn’t going to cry right now, for God’s sake. Even if the tears would be happy and nostalgic tears, this was definitely not the time. For one thing, Owen would stop. He would want to know what was wrong and he’d want to fix it.

  She didn’t think he could actually fix anything here. They couldn’t go back to that time. She couldn’t change the past. She couldn’t go back and decide to stay in Autre instead of going to California. It was like catching a rerun on TV. You watched, it made you smile, it brought back fond memories, but then it was over. It wasn’t something you could have all the time anymore. But that didn’t mean you didn’t stop on that channel and absorb every minute while it was on.

  “Well, it’s a really good thing that I love licking and have absolutely no trouble giving you as many as you need,” Owen told her, his voice rough.

  That certainly worked to snap her back into the moment. And the heat.

  She wiggled again. She was completely exposed right now. She was naked and he had her legs parted, her ass on the edge of the desk with very little leverage, but instead of feeling vulnerable or shy, she felt hot and needy. Owen did that to her. Nakedness, sex, talking about licking each other—none of it was awkward or embarrassing. It was raw and real and honest. She could see in his face that he was feeling everything she was. “Yeah, we might be inching up to needing three licks now.”

  He chuckled, letting his gaze roam over her. “Maybe I’ll wait a little longer, say a few more stupid things, just so I can push that number higher.”

  He ran a big hand up her thigh. He worked outside, with his hands, all day long every day and the roughness of his skin against hers not only sent sparks of pleasure along her nerve endings, but it made her heart clench a little. He was a hardworking, rugged, strong southern man who loved the outdoors and would rather be out in the sun and fresh air than almost anywhere.

  “You don’t have a single tan line,” he said, looking up at her. “But this isn’t your usual color. You sunbathe nude out there in California?” he asked, a little gruffness in his voice.

  She nodded. “My grandmother had a pool. And a high fence around it,” she added with a smile.

  “You swim naked or just lay in the sun?”

  “Both.”

  “Little different than skinny-dipping in the bayou.” His hand ran up and down her thigh again.

  “Well, I can see the bottom of the pool,” she agreed. “And the bottom doesn’t squish.”

  His hand kept moving and he continued to study her, his gaze touching every inch of her. His eyes even tracked down her legs to her sandals.

  “You still like having water all over your bare skin, though?”

  “Yeah.”

  His gaze settled back between her legs and he moved a hand. He traced over her mound with one rough index finger. “With all this waxing, you gotta be diligent with the sunscreen.”

  She laughed lightly but it ended abruptly as she sucked in air when he skimmed the pad of his finger over her clit.

  “God, you’re pretty,” he said, almost as if to himself.

  “Owen, please. More.” Her voice was breathless and she knew that sounded needy and almost like begging. And she didn’t care. She needed him to touch her, to stop this ache.

  “How many licks are we up to?” he asked with a half smile.

  “Maybe five.” That she could still tease about it was amazing. She needed his tongue on her like she’d never needed anything. And she wasn’t all that into oral sex. She wasn’t that into foreplay, actually. All of this touching and teasing and just looking was driving her nuts.

  Especially since she wasn’t getting to look at anything.

  “Five.” He nodded. “I can do that.”

  He went to his knees and Maddie suddenly had a hard time swallowing.

  “We never got to this back in high school,” he said.

  “Nope.”

  “So I don’t actually know what you taste like.” He ran the tip of his finger over her clit again and then lower, dipping into her wetness.

  “I guess not,” she said, her voice tight as she felt pleasure rippling through her from even that simple touch.

  “So it’s strange that I’ve been dreaming about it since you walked onto my dock in those high heels, huh?”

  He pressed his finger into her, just to the first knuckle and Maddie’s head fell back. She had her hands flat on the desk on either side of her, keeping her upright. She could lay back and spread her legs wide and just let him go at it, but…she wanted to watch. She wanted to watch Owen’s tongue on her clit, watching him licking and sucking. She wanted the visual of his head between her legs so badly that she was stunned. That hadn’t occurred to her until this moment, but now she wanted it so much she was barely resisting grabbing his hair and saying some very raunchy things.

  Her head came back up and she looked down.

  He looked really good down there.

  7

  “More,” she said quietly. She was sure he could hear the pleading tone in her voice.

  And, if she was the manipulative sort, she would have outright begged. Owen Landry would do anything for her. It might have been twelve years, but she knew that for a fact. Of course, he’d do anything for anyone he cared about. He’d do almost anything for anyone. That was becoming more and more clear the longer she was here in Autre. But she also knew that she was special and that if she needed something he could give, he would. And if she needed something he couldn’t give her, he’d find someone who could. And if it was something as straightforward, and awesome, as an orgasm—and yes, she knew he’d given out many of them, she just didn’t want to think about it—then she knew he’d be all in.

  But she wasn’t going to manipulate his good guy side here.

  She wanted his bad boy side.

  “Tell me if I taste like you imagined,” she said.

  His gaze snapped up to hers, then he gave a little growl and leaned in, putting his mouth on her. He gave her a long, firm lick from slit to clit and then he sucked lightly.

  Her legs tightened and her lungs froze. She let it all wash over her and just reveled in it. Like the water of the pool gliding over her naked body, like the sun touching every inch of skin, the feel of Owen’s mouth on her most intimate part was equally decadent and liberating. She felt warm and cool at the same time, free and sexy and uninhibited while also like she was doing something secret and naughty.

  He licked again, and again. “That’s three,” he said, his voice husky. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking hard.

  She lifted her hips, trying to get closer. “Let me see,” she heard herself say as she grasped his hair on top of his head and pulled him back a little.

  He looked up at her. “What do you want to see, Mad? My face when I taste you? When I’m in absolute heaven? Or you want to see your wetness on my beard?” He turned his head and ran his chin over her inner thigh.

  Feeling that wetness from his beard to her skin made her pussy clench and she sucked in a breath.

  “Or do you want to see me spread you completely open and feast on you like I’m a dying man with his last meal? Because, baby, that’s exactly what I’m about to do. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and make you come, drinking it all in like it’s the fucking elixir that will make me immortal.”

  She was panting and her fingers tightened in his hair. She nodded. “Yes. All of that. I want to watch your tongue even as I feel it and I want to see myself all over your face.”

  He stared up at her, his eyes burning, his nostrils flaring. “Holy shit, Mad.”

  She laughed lightly and shook her head, covering one hot cheek with her hand. “I know. I never talk like this. What are you doing to me?”

  He was making her crazy. That was the answer. That was always the answer.

  “I’m making you wanton,” he said with a predatory grin. “And I fucking love it.”

  Her heart flippe
d. The thing was…if she was going to be wanton, he was the only man she’d do it with. For. Because of. She was safe with him. She could let go. She could just do whatever felt good, say whatever came to mind, and not worry about shocking him or scaring him off. If she could burn down a shed and have him show up to rebuild it with her, she could easily tell him that she wanted him to tongue fuck her right now on this desk.

  “You are,” she said with a nod. “And I love it, too.”

  “You need to get a better grip on the edge of that desk,” he told her, nodding at her hand.

  She grinned. This. The sexy teasing, the being totally open, the enjoying it all while also getting all the physical pleasure from it, was what she’d never found with anyone else. She hadn’t looked hard. She hadn’t slept with many guys over the years. Like four. Okay, exactly four. In twelve years. Only one had been a one-night thing. The others had been relationships and even then, the sex had been…okay.

  For sure, none of them had gone down on her, talked about her being an immortal elixir, or mentioned getting his beard wet with her. Simply put, none of them had come even close to Owen Landry, and she suspected that might be the case for the rest of her life.

  She swallowed hard, but thankfully Owen leaned in again just then, completely distracting her from what she’d be missing by, well, giving her exactly what she’d be missing.

  He spread her open with his thumbs and then licked. A nice, long slow one. And she saw every bit of it. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she gave a little whimper as he sucked on her clit, swirling his tongue around it. Then returned to licking again. Over and over, with perfectly timed sucks and little nips that sent sparks of hot, electric pleasure through her. Then he dipped lower, thrusting his tongue in and out of her. She felt the knot of need tightening and when he slipped two fingers in and again sucked hard on her clit, she shot over the edge, her orgasm erupting from so deep inside, she felt like it was coming from her soul. Her knees tightened around his head and she cried out his name. If someone was standing right outside the door, there was no way they wouldn’t hear. The chances of that were slim, but even so, she didn’t care. Hell, she was fine with the whole world knowing how amazing Owen Landry was at oral sex. She might take out a billboard.

  She drifted back to earth slowly, satisfaction spreading through her like the warmth from a big shot of her grandpa’s moonshine. Owen pulled back, sliding his hands up her body, over her stomach, breasts, and up the sides of her neck as he rose. He cupped her face and kissed her, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue and that the wetness from his beard also covered her chin. When he lifted his head, he dragged his thumb over her chin and then lifted it to his mouth.

  “Thank you,” he told her, his gaze burning into hers. “Thank you for letting me do that.”

  She gave a little puff of laughter. “My pleasure.”

  He gave her a sexy grin, then kissed her again, before straightening and actually lifting the front neck of his T-shirt and swiping it over his beard and mouth.

  Her eyes widened. “You’re going to walk around all day with that on your shirt.”

  He nodded, lifting it to his nose and taking a deep breath. He gave her a wink as he let the shirt drop back into place. “Fuck yeah.”

  Damn that was…hot. And very intimate to think about him walking around able to smell her like that all day. She squeezed her thighs together. “But we’re not done.”

  He took a step back and let out a breath. “We are.”

  Now her eyes went really wide. “Excuse me.” She dropped her gaze to his fly. “You sure about that?”

  Owen reached down and adjusted the front of his jeans over the very obvious, very hard erection he had going on. “I’m sure.”

  Maddie frowned. There was something in his tone and expression that made her believe him. Her dress was still pooled around her hips on the desk and she reached down to pull it back up, then gripped the front, covering her nakedness.

  Owen bent and grabbed her panties off the floor. He looked at them for a second and she wondered if he was thinking about keeping them. But he just sighed and tossed them to her.

  “You’re serious,” she said as she caught them one-handed. They really weren’t going to have sex.

  “Yeah.”

  “But…later then?” Maybe he wanted a bed. And all night long. She could be okay with that.

  He shook his head and her heart dipped into her stomach. She pulled her panties on, shimmying them up her legs.

  “The thing is,” he said, running his hand through his hair as he watched her.

  The hair she’d been gripping as he made her come with his mouth in one of the hottest moments of her life.

  “I can’t,” he finished simply.

  “You can’t? You had an accident or something?” Then her eyes went wide. “You have a girlfriend?”

  Oh, she was going to fucking kill him. Not just for cheating with her, but for having another girlfriend and not telling Maddie. For two weeks.

  “No,” he said firmly. “I don’t have a girlfriend. And I did not have any…accidents.”

  Maddie frowned and slid off the desk. She started buttoning her dress up. “Then what? That wasn’t as good as you’re used to?” That thought felt like someone had just shoved a hot knife through her heart and she held her breath waiting for his answer. She kept her eyes on her buttons.

  “Jesus, Maddie.” He took a huge step forward until he was nearly on top of her.

  She looked up instinctively.

  “You were…too fucking good,” he said, almost as if he hated admitting it. He shook his head. “You look and feel and sound and taste better than even my dirtiest dreams.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a sweet gesture that was in contrast with the fact he was talking about having his mouth on her pussy just a few minutes ago. Again Maddie had to squeeze her legs together to subdue the tingly ache that was still there, in spite of the orgasm. That had been like a really great appetizer. A really, really great appetizer. But she was still in the mood for the full meal.

  “If I fuck you, I’ll never get over it,” he said, letting his hand drop back to his side.

  She blinked up at him. Again there was a kind of funny mix of dirty and sweet in that. “What just happened doesn’t count?”

  He gave a low whistle. “I’m never getting over that,” he said. “But there’s a difference between never going down on anyone else ever again and never doing anything with anyone else ever again.”

  She shook her head. She couldn’t believe they were talking about this. “So you’re saying that because of that”—she tipped her head toward the desk—“you’re never going to…go down…on anyone…again.” She definitely stumbled over those words. Partly because she wasn’t used to talking so graphically about sex with someone and partly because she felt a little like throwing up when even talking about him hypothetically doing that to someone else.

  “I guess not.” He actually seemed frustrated by that idea. And serious.

  But she still laughed. “Come on.”

  He frowned at her. “Why would I? It will never be like that with anyone else.”

  Yeah. She knew what he meant. Fuck. She crossed her arms. “For the rest of your life?”

  “I don’t eat any jambalaya other than Cora’s,” he said. “None other ever measures up and it’s a waste of time and a sure disappointment to even try. So I’ll never eat any other, for the rest of my life.”

  What was it with this family and comparing jambalaya with sex? Maddie wondered, but she shook her head. She understood what he was saying. It seemed extreme in this case, though. And she told him so.

  His frown deepened. “Yeah, well, apparently you still make me crazy, too.”

  He did not seem pleased by that. That wasn’t a teasing or flirtatious statement at all.

  “But you don’t want to sleep with me so you can preserve the ability to still do that with other people?”

  He gav
e her a look. “Come on, Mad. We’re both grown-ups. You can’t actually be mad that I plan to have sex again in my lifetime.”

  She hated this entire conversation. Because it was clear she wasn’t getting laid. But also because it seemed clear he would be. By other people. At least, she could hope that he’d keep it in his pants while she was here.

  “I can’t believe you did that”—she thrust her finger at the desk—“and are now cutting me off!”

  For just an instant, the corner of his mouth curled up, then he sobered. “I’m cutting you off? At least you got off.”

  “And whose fault is that?” she asked, pointing at his cock.

  He cleared his throat. “You should be flattered that I’m afraid your pussy will ruin me for life.”

  She lifted both brows even as a bolt of heat went through her. How could she be so annoyed with him and jealous of all the other potential future women that would be in his life, and still turned on at the same time?

  “You should have kept your mouth to yourself,” she said, lifting her chin. “That was really mean to go that far and not all the way.”

  He stepped close, leaning in slightly, and ran a hand over the top of his head. “I can still feel you pulling my hair because you wanted it so much and came so hard. There is nothing mean about what I just did to you.”

  “It’s not mean to raise the oral sex bar so high for everyone else?”

  The second she said it, she regretted it.

  He gave her a cocky grin. “That was mean of me,” he agreed. “Wonder why I don’t feel bad about it.”

  Well, two could be cocky. And mean. “I can’t even imagine how many guys I’m going to have to go out with in my search for someone with a better tongue than yours,” she said, stepping around him and smoothing her dress as she headed for the door. “I’ll have to sleep with them on the first or second date to get through them all.” She grabbed the doorknob and looked back. “I suppose I could get lucky and find a Master Tongue right away, but the odds are against it, if I’m being honest.”

  Owen was scowling darkly. “You should not sleep with a bunch of men.”