We both know what we’re here for. There’s no need to pretend that I’m anything but what I am: ready to fuck.
Placing one knee on each side of his hips, I lower my body and feel his erection pressing between my legs. He shoves my shirt up and he presses his hot mouth and wet tongue between my breasts. Leaning back with my palms on his thighs, I arch my back and thrust my chest forward. I don’t have a perfect body but I do have great boobs. And I want to show them to him.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. He unfastens the back of my bra and reunites it with my shirt. I’m completely bare from the waist up.
He cups my breasts and pushes them up and together. His thumb and index fingers pinch my nipples, sending a message directly to my groin. You better get ready, Lawrence. He wants you.
“Fuck, these are beautiful.” He flattens his tongue against the underside of my breast and drags it upward in one clean sweep until the tip reaches my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth and holds it prisoner for a moment before releasing it. “Mmm.”
I grind my hips against his groin when he moves over to give my other breast the same attention. My maxi skirt has ridden high so my panty-covered crotch easily feels the huge erection confined within his jeans.
“I want to take you to my bedroom.”
“Let’s go.”
I move from his lap and stand. He grasps my hand and leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. Stopping at the bedside, he removes his wallet and phone from his pocket and drops both on the nightstand.
I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and tug upward. “I want this off of you.”
He crosses his arms and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I stand in awe, taking in his male beauty. Broad shoulders. Pecs filled with muscle. A deep V at his waist, pointing right to his dick. That shit is awesome. Any woman who says it isn’t is a damn liar.
He has ink. A lot, actually. And I will take my time exploring every little bit of it a little later. Maybe even lick it with the tip of my tongue.
My hands splay over the mounds of muscle covering the top of his chest and I suck one of his nipples into my mouth, giving it a tug with my teeth. Women pay too little attention to men’s nipples. But not me. I love them.
His hands lace through my hair at the nape. “I have a confession.”
I look up but don’t release his nipple. “Mm-hmm?”
“When I turned around and saw you yesterday, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And then you told me you were Oliver’s sister. I was crushed because I knew that meant you were out of my reach.”
Releasing his nipple, I stand upright and snake my arms up around his shoulders. “I think I’m very much within your reach. I’m yours until the morning so make it count.”
He slides his hands down my sides and into my maxi skirt and panties. “We may not sleep at all tonight.”
“Count me in.” Even if it means I won’t be worth shit driving home tomorrow. Every orgasm he gives me tonight will be worth it.
His mouth covers mine while he pushes my bottoms down. I step out when both pieces drop to my feet and reach for the button of his jeans.
Lucas ignores his phone vibrating on the nightstand. “Do you need to get that?”
“No fucking way. I’ve waited all day for this.”
A full minute doesn’t pass before the phone dances again. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
The phone rings a third time within two minutes. “They’re persistent.”
“They’re dead if they don’t leave us alone.”
He groans as he releases me and reaches for his phone. “It’s Warren. I need to take this.”
I’m guessing he wouldn’t be calling Lucas so late on a Sunday night for no good reason.
“Hey, man. What’s going on?”
Lucas turns and sits on the bed. “What are they telling you?”
I sit next to him and loop my arm through his free one. I’m surprised when he laces his fingers through mine and squeezes.
“Have they told you how they think he’ll do if she delivers this early?”
Suspicions confirmed. Bridgette and the baby may be in trouble.
“I’m on my way.”
Lucas ends his call with Warren and releases my hand. “Bridgette’s in the hospital and I really need to be there.”
“Of course you do.”
He gets up and fetches his shirt from the floor. He quickly pulls it over his head and reaches for his phone and wallet on the nightstand while I pull on my shirt.
When we’re both dressed, he comes to me and cradles my face, looking into my eyes. “I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to.”
“It’s okay.”
He presses his forehead to mine and laces his fingers through the hair at my nape. He holds me that way for a few moments before saying anything.
“Fuck, I wanted this so much.” His voice is a growl of frustration.
“I wanted it too.” He’ll never know how much.
“I wish I could hit pause or rewind so we could have more time together.”
“You don’t wish it harder than I do.”
He pulls back and kisses my forehead. “It’s late. I’d feel better if you spent the night here instead of going back to Oliver’s.”
“I may do that if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all. What time do you think you’ll leave?”
“Probably around seven since our plans have changed.” No reason to stick around if I’m going to be alone.
He pulls away and looks deeply into my eyes for a moment. “Don’t you dare come back to Birmingham without coming to see me.”
“I think I know where to find you.”
He kisses the top of my head and inhales deeply as he holds me for a brief moment. “Drive carefully tomorrow.”
“I will. And I send only positive energy for the health and safety of Bridgette and the baby.”
“Boho girl, you have a kind and gentle soul. And that is something that we see too little of these days.”
He squeezes me one last time and then he’s gone.
11
Lucas Broussard
One Month Later
I run the numbers three times and come to the same conclusion. “I think it’ll make money. It won’t be a killing but it’s worth trying.”
Oliver has returned from the rehabilitation center refreshed, functioning at 110 percent. And he came up with some great ideas while he was there.
Contract brewing. That was one of Oliver’s big brainstorms while he was away. We’ll brew beer for those who don’t have their own brick and mortar brewery. They employ us and use our resources and equipment to produce their product.
“Where are these people located?”
“A small town outside of Macon, Georgia. It’s on the way to Savannah so I thought I might swing by and see the fam after my meeting with them.”
Hmm. I need to figure out a way to get in on that trip.
“You should if you’re that close already. How are your parents by the way? I haven’t seen them in a while.”
“They’re good. Been traveling a lot, but I think they’re planning to stay home for a few months.”
“How is Lawrence?” This is the first time that I’ve uttered her name to Oliver since the festival.
“Lawrence is Lawrence.”
Generic answer. I want to know more. “Still a hippie?”
“Always and forever.”
It’s been a month since we parted ways and we haven’t spoken since, other than the final texts that I sent on Oliver’s behalf. I’ve picked up my own phone at least twenty times to text her but didn’t. I see very little point when she’s four hundred miles away. We agreed to have sex, not enter into a long-distance relationship.
“How would you feel about some company on the Macon trip?”
“I don’t mind but this meet
ing with them is preliminary. It’s just an informal discussion over a late lunch. Won’t be much to it.”
“This is a new concept for us. I’d like to follow it through from the beginning.” But even more, I’d like to see Lawrence again.
“I’m on board with that.”
Fuck yeah. “When is the meeting?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
I could see Lawrence tomorrow night if all goes well. “What are your plans for the weekend?”
“We’d stay at my parents in Savannah tomorrow night, Saturday, Sunday, and leave early Monday so we can be back by lunch.”
Two days and three nights in the same town as Lawrence. Surely, we can find a little time to sneak away together. That is if she’s still up for seeing me. Damn, I hope so.
“I’ve never been to Savannah.”
“Lawrence is the tour host of the family and the history buff. I bet she’d be happy to take you around town for a tour.”
She’d fall right into my lap.
“I enjoy American history. I’d love for her to take me on a tour.”
Porter stops in my office doorway. “A tour of what?”
“Lucas is going to the meeting with the Macon guys and then on to Savannah. I told him Lawrence would give him a tour of Savannah.”
“You’re gonna turn him loose in Savannah with your sister?”
“You know how much she loves showing people around and talking about the history of the city.”
“He’ll probably take her to the nearest hotel and give her a tour of his dick.”
Come on, Porter. Don’t be a sack of shit about this.
Oliver points his finger at Porter. “You need to shut the fuck up implying that my sister would do something like that with him.”
“You weren’t here. You didn’t see the two of them together at the festival.”
I can’t believe that Porter is throwing me under the bus like this. “Oliver put me in charge of covering for him with his sister. It’s not as though I had any idea she was going to show up here. But she did and it was easier to keep up the charade if I kept her close.”
“He kept her close all right.”
What is this shit Porter’s trying to pull? He knows how protective Oliver is when it comes to his sister.
“Keep on, Porter, and you’re going to find your ass yanked up over your ears,” Oliver shouts.
“Tell me you didn’t fuck her.” Porter makes a V with his fingers and points to his eyes. “And look me in the eyes when you say it.”
“Why don’t you kiss my left nut?”
“See, Oliver? He can’t say it.”
“I did not fuck Lawrence.” But I wanted to. Badly. And I still do.
“See? Lucas didn’t touch my sister. Are you happy now, Porter?”
I never said that I didn’t touch Lawrence, but if Oliver wants to assume that without asking then I’m okay with that.
Oliver gets up to leave. “Be ready to roll out at eight if you plan on going with me.”
“I’ll be ready to go.”
I turn on Porter as soon as Oliver is gone. “That was a total dick move.”
“I saw the two of you together. I know you tried, so what happened? Did she turn you down?”
I think he’s crushing on Lawrence like a thirteen-year-old boy and believes that he can snuff out any chances I have with her by ratting me out to Oliver.
“Drop it. You’re annoying me.” I crumple a piece of paper and throw it at his head, hitting him between the eyes. “Get out of my office, jackass. I have work to do.”
He gets up but stops in my doorway. “I know you’re planning to get Lawrence in bed while you’re in Savannah.”
I swipe the stapler from my desk and throw it at him, narrowly missing his nuts.
“Motherfucker. You almost hit me in my nads with that.”
“Not another word to Oliver about Lawrence and me. Mention it again and I will hit you in the balls with a speed stapler next time. You won’t ever walk the same again.”
I was a pitcher for eight years. Porter knows that I can do it.
“Okay, okay. But a warning from one friend to another. Oliver’s going to know that something’s going on when he sees the way you are with her.”
The way I am with her? “What is that nonsense supposed to mean?”
“You aren’t you when you’re with her.”
“I think we can agree that Lawrence is unlike any other woman. I’m different with her because she’s unique and needs to be handled in a different manner.”
“You can say whatever you like but I’m not a fool. You want her and it’s going to be a problem when Oliver finds out. There will be a fallout with serious repercussions. You’d better be damn sure she’s worth it.”
Our meeting with the Macon guys ran long so it’s after six when we pull into Savannah. “Mom and Dad said you’re welcome to stay at their house. You don’t have to go to a hotel.”
“I don’t want to put them out.”
I have no idea where the Thorns live, but I’m certain it isn’t within walking distance to Wren’s shop like the hotel that I’ve booked.
“Sure you don’t want to come out to the house for dinner? Mom will have plenty.”
No. I have somewhere to be. “It’s been a long day. I think I’ll have room service brought up and turn in early.”
It’s a short walk to River Street from my hotel and Lawrence is right. With its cobblestone streets, picturesque parks, and historic buildings, this is a beautiful city. I can see why she loves living here.
I have no trouble finding Law of Attraction Boutique. It’s right across from the river, just as she described.
A bell on the door rings when I enter her shop, and I wait for her to appear. This is it. That moment where we have a movie-like reunion where our eyes meet and we race into each other’s arms.
Damn, I must be growing a vagina. What is this woman doing to me?
“Hello. May I help you?”
Not Lawrence.
“Just came in to look around.”
“Feel free. My name is Winter. Let me know if I can help you with anything.”
“I’ll do that. Thank you.”
I browse the store, searching for Lawrence without any sign. The salesclerk gives me ample time to look around before returning to offer help again. “Are you looking for a gift?”
“No. Actually I’m looking for Lawrence Thorn.”
“She stepped out to grab dinner at the restaurant on the corner. Want me to call down there and let her know you’re here to see her?”
I’m relieved to know she’s here. “Has she been gone a while?”
“Long enough that I would expect her to be back soon.”
I don’t want her to have notice of my arrival. “I’m not in a hurry so I’ll keep browsing around the store until she gets back.”
“All right. Would you care for some water or chai tea while you wait?”
I smile inside, remembering the morning we had chai tea together. “I’m fine, thank you.”
I look around and come across an oddity. Looks like a grass dildo. “Winter, what is this?”
“A sage-and-sweet-grass smudge stick.”
“What do you do with it?” I’m a little frightened to hear the answer.
“You burn it and use the smoke to purify or bless people and places.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
Wren, you have weird shit in your store. I think you may be much deeper into this bohemian stuff than I thought.
“Have you ever been in the store?”
“No. I have no idea what most of this stuff is or what you do with it.”
“That’s okay. I’m happy to answer any of your questions.”
There’s an entire wall of natural remedies. Insomnia. Depression. Cold and flu symptoms. The list goes on and on. Looks like there’s an oil, herb, extract, or healing stone for whatever ails you.
The display of lav
ender catches my eye so I open the tester for a sniff. Mmm. Smells so much like Lawrence.
The door chimes but I don’t turn. If it’s Lawrence I don’t want to be seen. Not yet.
A minute later, I hear the aged wood-plank flooring creak behind me. “I might be able to help with choosing an oil if you give me a description of your symptoms.”
Ahh. Sweet Lawrence’s child-like voice is music to my ears. A melody my ears have craved. It’s been too long since I heard it.
I return the bottle of lavender to the shelf, keeping my back turned on Wren. “I met a woman whom I believe has bewitched me.”
I hear her quiet gasp and I know that she has recognized my voice.
“Lucas?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
I continue standing with my back to her. “I can’t sleep. I can’t concentrate. It’s impossible to work because she’s in my head. All. The. Fucking. Time.”
I turn around and my eyes meet hers but more than that happens. She’s beaming and I think that I may even see a glisten around those beautiful baby blues. It’s in this moment that I realize how very much I want her. My longing is stronger than I thought it was.
I’ve come here like an ocean reaching and running toward her as though she’s my shore.
Fuck. I’ve never chased a woman. Only ran from them.
“I need something to remedy this overwhelming desire I have to see her.”
She doesn’t throw herself into my arms so I’ll not get my movie-like reunion. “It’s probably not an oil you need. Have you tried calling her? Or maybe texting?”
“I wanted to. I thought about it every day since she left.”
“But?”
“I was afraid she might have come to her senses and decided that I was a bad idea.”
“I have it on good authority that this woman feels the exact same way. She can’t sleep or concentrate or get this one particular man out of her head.”
I move closer and place my hand on the side of her face. Hers comes to rest on top of mine as she turns her face inward to kiss my palm. “You’re here with Ollie?”
“Yes. The business trip came together at the last minute. And I didn’t want to call because I was afraid you’d tell me it would be better if I didn’t come.”
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