Sweet Home Louisiana: Boys of the Bayou Book 2

by Erin Nicholas

  “Happily.”

  “And I want you inside me, Owen,” she said, her voice soft and husky. “I really want…”

  He squeezed her hip, fighting to not just flip her over his shoulder and carry her to his bed. The “inside me” had made him granite hard, and he really wanted to hold this together and make it amazing. But God, this woman grabbed him and shook him and didn’t let go. His reactions to her were primal and he had to work to not just beat his chest like a caveman and strip her bare.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said firmly.

  “You.”

  “More.”

  “I want you to make me come hard,” she said. “I want you to suck my nipples like you did the other day. I want your big fingers stroking my clit until I come and then I want to ride you right here on this swing until I come again.”

  His heart raced and blood pounded through his body, and all he could think was fuck, yes. Man, he freaking loved dirty-girl Maddie. She’d always been eager and vocal before, but now she was a woman with more experience—that he didn’t want to think about too hard—and she knew what she wanted. And was willing to tell him.

  She blew out a breath. “I can’t believe the things I can say to you. It’s like I really don’t have any filter down here and everything just comes out.”

  It was because she trusted him. That knowledge humbled him even as it turned him on. It made him harder than even the way she was grinding against him now. Because here she could be real and unfiltered because she knew that he would take care of her and not judge her and would do anything she needed him to do.

  With his hand still in her hair, he brought her in and put his mouth against hers. “I fucking love it. Don’t you keep one thing from me, Maddie. Tell me every single thing and I’ll give it to you.”

  “Promise?” she asked, breathlessly.

  “I swear I’ll give you anything you want.” He wanted nothing more.

  “The other day you said it would mess things up for you…in the future. With other women.”

  Yeah, he’d said that. Because he’d been trying to piss her off so she’d stomp out of the office and he wouldn’t completely lose his mind. And it had worked.

  But he couldn’t lie to her again.

  “There’s never been a woman that can compare to you, Maddie, and I know there never will be,” he told her sincerely. “And I have to feel you. I have to be inside you. Even if it’s just one more time.”

  She sucked in a little breath at that, and he was glad that the idea of it being the last time got to her, too. He hated the idea of it, but he had to be realistic. Not only had she always planned to leave and had never said anything else, now that he knew that being here was messing with her art—her passion and livelihood—and that it was actually a problem, he couldn’t do anything other than find a way to help her go.

  “I want you, Owen.”

  “I’m all yours.”

  She sat back on his lap and stripped her top off, followed by her tank, and then her bra.

  He was grateful for the streetlight about a block down and the clear night sky that allowed the moon to beam down. He could see enough. And the dark would definitely not keep him from touching. He pulled his own shirt over his head and tossed it on top of hers on the porch. Then he cupped her breasts, thumbing the already hard nipples, plucking and rolling and enjoying every torturous moment of her grinding her sweet pussy against him.

  He could easily conjure how she tasted and felt and sounded from when she’d been on the desk in the office, and his tongue tingled with the memory. He couldn’t get his head between her legs out here. For one thing, there wasn’t a soft enough surface to spread her out on and for another, the way she was gripping his hips with her knees, prying her off of him would be a feat.

  He fucking loved that.

  He took her ass in his hands and squeezed, pressing her against his aching cock.

  “I don’t need a lot of foreplay,” she told him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “I’m so ready.”

  “You wet for me, Maddie?” he asked, his voice rough. “Is your pussy dripping, just waiting for me to thrust deep?”

  She moaned and tipped her head back. “Yes. Holy crap yes.”

  He kissed her neck, then trailed down, bending her back and sucking on one nipple then the other. She was wiggling on his lap, grinding against his cock, making the most amazing noises he’d ever heard within just a few seconds. She gripped the back of his head, holding him close as he swirled his tongue over the hard tip and then sucked hard, then added a scrape of his teeth before looking up at her.

  “Lose the shorts and panties.”

  10

  She immediately pushed off his lap and stripped. He was a little slower, his eyes locked on her and not thinking about his own shorts until she tried to climb back into his lap. He quickly shucked his shorts and boxers off, letting them drop at his feet.

  Maddie froze, staring at his cock.

  “Mad?” he asked, partly amused, partly curious what was going through her head.

  “I don’t remember it being that big.”

  He chuckled. “You okay?”

  “Very,” she said nodding, still staring at his cock and not even trying to pretend not to. “Damn, you look good sittin’ there.”

  “I’m gonna feel even better when I’m buried deep in you.” He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forward.

  She climbed up eagerly, a knee on either side of his thighs. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and squeezed.

  Owen felt like she’d just squeezed all the air out of his lungs. He groaned from deep in his belly and gritted his teeth. Even her hand around him was magic. He couldn’t wait to be in her mouth and pussy. Of course, sliding in and out of her sweet, hot mouth was going to have to wait. But he needed another tight grip like he needed to gulp in his next breath of air.

  He moved his hand between her legs as she stroked up and down his length, nearly causing his eyes to cross. He needed to be sure she was ready for him because he wasn’t sure how gentle he was going to be. He was going to give Maddie whatever she could take. And maybe just a little push beyond. He slid his middle finger into her tight heat. She clenched around him immediately, and he barely kept from throwing her on the floor and pounding into her, hard wood and possible splinters be damned.

  Then she rose on her knees slightly and then lowered herself again, sliding up and down his fingers. “Owen,” she mumbled softly.

  She was fucking his fingers while stroking his cock. It was hot as hell, but they could do better than this. He started to shift her forward, then remembered something very important.

  “Fuck. Condom,” he said tightly. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to walk, but he thought he had some in the downstairs bathroom. That was a shorter tortured walk with a raging hard-on than running upstairs. “Be right back.”

  “I use the patch,” she said. She ran her hand over her lower back just above her left butt cheek. “I’m good to go. I’m clean and…” She swallowed. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

  He couldn’t say the same, but he could for fuck sure say that he was clean and had always used a condom before. His fingers stroked around to her lower back, feeling the thin patch she’d indicated. He hadn’t noticed it before, but then again, he’d been focused on her front. The idea of taking Maddie bare nearly made him erupt right then and there, and he had to suck in a deep breath and slowly peel her fingers away from his cock.

  “Owen?” she asked, clearly confused.

  He blew out the breath and said, “I’m clean. I always use protection.”

  “Oh.” She looked hurt for a second, but then started to move back. “That’s totally okay. Just tell me where they are. I’ll get them.”

  He quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, settling her hot, wet pussy against his cock. “I mean I’m good. Sliding into you with nothing between us might make this a little shorter r
ide, but I promise it will be sweet.”

  “And hard,” she said, melting into him and putting her lips to his. “Short but sweet and hard.”

  “Hard I can definitely do.” He pressed her down against his cock as they kissed, hot and deep. Then he moved his mouth to her ear. “Take me inside, Mad.”

  She took a shaky breath and reached between them, again wrapping her hand around him. She stroked him once, then went up on her knees. She positioned him at her entrance and then slowly slid down.

  Owen gripped her hips hard, stopping her after just an inch. He was breathing like he’d just run a mile, and he needed a second to, well, not just thrust once and fill her. She was heaven and hell at once and his need for her was shocking. He never felt this way about the women he slept with. Not ever.

  “Want you to take all of me,” he told her, his voice so gruff he almost didn’t recognize it. “You okay?”

  “So okay,” she breathed. “But you are bigger.”

  “You’re tighter.”

  She grinned down at him. “Well, maybe not tighter than the first time, but yeah, you kept me pretty loosened up that month.”

  Heat shot through him remembering. He lowered her another inch. “I don’t know. You feel brand fucking new.”

  She took a shaky breath. “Yeah?”

  “Bare. Holy shit, Maddie. You feel amazing. This is where my cock was made to be. I never want to leave.”

  She half-moaned, half-laughed at that. “Ditto. I mean about the you feeling amazing. I can’t believe how amazing, actually.”

  And he wasn’t even moving. Owen had to admit this was all really good for the ego.

  “But I want more,” she said, wiggling in his hands. “Let me have all of you.”

  Lord, hearing Madison Allain say stuff like that gave him a shot of adrenaline and lust like he’d never felt before. “Oh, you can have all of me,” he said, feeling possessiveness grab him by the heart and squeeze. “And I want all of you.”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He let her drop another inch, and then Maddie spread her knees and sank onto him, taking him fully.

  They both moaned at the same time and she put her forehead against his and just breathed, adjusting.

  Then she tried to kill him when she started moving. She rose up and lowered herself, at first slowly, then picking up speed.

  Owen just let her take over, loving the feel, of course, but also the sight of this blond goddess riding him like his cock was everything she wanted or needed in life. She circled her hips, she rocked forward and back, she rose up almost to the point of losing him, then took him again in a deep, hot stroke.

  It was an image he would never forget. And would likely jerk off to about a million times.

  He reached up and thumbed her nipples. He felt the resultant clench of her pussy, so he tugged, feeling a harder response and getting a moan. He grinned. “You like that.”

  “I love it,” she admitted. She had a hand braced on his chest as she moved but as he played with her nipples, she moved both hands behind her, bracing them on his thighs. That not only arched her back, but changed the angle of her pelvis slightly, helping him hit a new sweet spot. “Oh,” she groaned.

  “Dammit, I should have carried you into the kitchen and put you on the table,” he said, his jaw tight as he fought not to grip her hips and slam up into her. “I could have spread you out and fucked you good in there.”

  “You’re fucking me good right here,” she told him with a playful smile.

  “You’re fucking me good right here,” he told her.

  Her eyes widened. “I guess I am.” She rotated her hips again. “And it’s good?”

  “So. Fucking. Good.”

  “Then we don’t need the kitchen table.”

  “No, we don’t. But we’re gonna need a surface that doesn’t move.” The swing was keeping him from really being able to brace his feet and thrust. “And I’m gonna have to take over soon if I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel me tomorrow when you walk to work. And sit at the desk. And every fucking time you move.” He gripped her hips for a moment and drove up into her hard.

  She gasped and then groaned. “I want that,” she told him breathlessly. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”

  He didn’t ask if she was sure. He didn’t hesitate for one damned minute. He gripped her ass and stood. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and, still buried deep, he walked them to the solid wall behind the swing. He put her back against the siding and immediately thrust up into her hard.

  “Yes! Oh, Owen!”

  “Hang on tight, Maddie.”

  She gripped his shoulders and he held her ass as he pounded into her. He knew she’d feel the side of his house against her back in the morning, too, but she didn’t seem concerned as she gasped his name, dug her fingers into his shoulders, and gripped his dick like she was never going to let him go.

  It was less than five minutes before he felt the tightening of his impending orgasm and he needed her with him.

  “Maddie, I want—”

  But that was as far as he got before he felt her pussy clench, her thighs tighten, and heard her cry out his name as she came.

  “Fuck, yes.” He let himself go then, thrusting deep and exploding.

  She was limp in his arms, barely holding onto his waist with her shaky legs by the time he’d caught his breath enough to move. He kissed her forehead and let her slide down his body.

  He took her face in his hands and kissed her, long and deep, then linked his fingers with hers and tugged her toward the door. “Let’s go inside.”

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him. “I can’t stay. Grandma will know.”

  He grinned. “You still have a curfew?”

  Maddie smiled. “Kind of.”

  He understood. Cora would assume Maddie was with him if she wasn’t in her own bed, so she’d know Maddie was safe, but it might be awkward. “Well, I’m not quite done with you,” he told her. “But I’ll have you home before your coach turns into a pumpkin, how about that?”

  She considered it for about three seconds. Then she tightened her fingers in his. “Okay.”

  He glanced at their clothes on the porch as he held the door open for her. He’d grab them later. After he’d taken her again. Or maybe after the third time. Or maybe he’d send her home in one of his T-shirts. He liked the idea of her sleeping in one of his shirts tonight if she couldn’t sleep in his arms.

  He blew out a breath at that thought. He was in so much trouble when it was time for her to go back to California.

  As he followed her inside and realized she was headed upstairs to his bedroom without a single hesitation, he wondered what kind of tour boats they had in San Francisco. After all, they had a bunch of water. And tourists.

  He’d miss the bayou. But he knew that he’d miss Maddie even more.

  “I’m sorry, a refund is out of the question.”

  The man leaned onto the counter on one elbow and gave her a smile. “Ah, come on. You can help us out, right? We’re just a bunch of fun-loving guys trying to have a good time.”

  He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two or three and he looked the part of the spoiled, rich frat boy. Or maybe it wasn’t the matching caps with the dark blue Greek letters they all wore, so much as it was his attitude and smile that said, “Aren’t I cute? Don’t you want to give me my way?”

  He was apparently the spokesman for the tour group that had just come back with Sawyer. After only thirty minutes. They were all pissed off.

  Well, she was, too.

  Maddie just met his gaze directly, without returning the smile. “Sorry, no.”

  He pivoted, now leaning with both elbows, focusing on her completely. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s work this out.”

  He was good-looking. She’d give him that. He had dark brown hair and sharp green eyes and just enough scruff that it looked like he might be an outdoors type of guy. He was lean
but muscular, but he seemed more lacrosse-team muscular than manual-labor muscular. He wore a simple blue T-shirt, gray shorts and white tennis shoes, but the shoes were just a little too clean and the T-shirt and shorts were a little too crisp to believe that he was used to being on any water craft other than a yacht. Maybe a sailboat. She definitely knew the type. She sold expensive pieces of art to guys like this all the time.

  “Working this out will be really easy,” she told him, lifting a shoulder. “You and your friends are going to turn around and leave without giving me any more shit.”

  His smile dimmed slightly, but he didn’t seem offended so much he did challenged.

  Great.

  “How about half?” he asked. “That’s reasonable, right? And I’ll even take you to dinner tonight to show there are no hard feelings about you stealing half our money.”

  Ha. Right. He didn’t have nearly enough of a beard or enough callouses or enough grease on his…anything…to even begin to get her heart pumping.

  “I’m happy to know that you’re not going to have any hard feelings,” she told him.

  “Well, I won’t if we get our money back. At least some of it.”

  “No refund,” she repeated.

  “But, honey, we only got thirty minutes,” the man said. He pointed at the brochure for the tour that was spread out between them. “This says it’s supposed to be ninety.”

  Honey? Really? “That’s because you’re all drunk and your friend wouldn’t stay in his seat,” Maddie told him coolly. Which was a miracle because she was fuming.

  “It doesn’t say we can’t drink on the boat,” the guy said, shaking his head. “We were just kicking back and having some fun. We were over at the bar before the tour and they didn’t think we were having too much. They thought we were hilarious.”

  Yeah, Maddie was going to have a talk with Ellie and Cora about this, too. It was one thing to serve tourists a couple of Hurricanes on a hot day before a boat tour. That was harmless. But letting people get drunk like this? That was just asking for trouble and it was something they could all absolutely control. They could do a one or two drink maximum if a person was going on a tour. Or they could at least water the stupid drinks down. Ellie and Cora had to help out here.