Bohemian Girl (Southern Girl Series Book 1)

by Georgia Cates

I grasp the base of his cock and circle my tongue around the head. The stiff tip flicks once, twice, three times, and then I take him fully into my mouth.

  “That feels so fucking good.”

  He puts his hands in my hair and pulls all of it into a high ponytail on top of my head. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of your hot mouth.”

  I take him out of my mouth and anchor his dick against his stomach. My tongue starts at the base of his balls and I lick the pleasure trail running top to bottom along his scrotum. I’ve heard men love it when you lick that seam separating their balls and suck the loose skin into your mouth. The suction is supposed to bring the blood and pleasure receptors to the surface.

  “Fuck!” he groans. Yup. I think it could be true; he sounds very pleased.

  I release the suction and look up at him. “You like that, huh?”

  “Yeah. A whole fucking lot. Feel free to do that anytime you like.”

  It’s all about understanding the body and how to pleasure it. “I have more for you.”

  “Shhhit.” He could pass for a bear with the deep growl exploding behind that word. “I don’t know how you could top what you’re already doing.”

  I take his cock into my mouth and massage his balls for a moment before finding the magic place under his sac with my finger. I press it firmly and then rotate in a circular motion. Slow, and then fast. Soft, and then hard. “Ohh…”

  I taste the salt and swallow. That happened fast.

  “Holy shit, boho girl. What the fuck was that?”

  “Good?”

  “No, great. And… different.”

  “I thought you needed a little bit of massage to help you come harder.”

  “That was like a fucking explosion.”

  He grasps the back of my head. “Come up here.”

  He flips us and crawls over me, possessing my mouth softly, slowly.

  “I’m going to take you all night long—over and over until we’re so physically drained that it isn’t possible to do it again.”

  “I hope I can’t walk tomorrow.”

  His mouth hovers over my ear and the warmth of his breath sends chills down my body. “Say you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours.”

  He presses his forehead to mine and our eyes lock. “Look at me and use my whole name when you say it.”

  I hold the sides of his face. “Lucas—?” I smile when I realize I’m sleeping with this man and don’t even know his middle name. Nice one, Lawrence.

  “Emeric.”

  Never heard that name before. I love it. “Lucas Emeric Broussard. I. Am. Yours.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  His lips touch mine briefly and then he pulls away, reaching for a condom. I touch his forearm when he puts the square to his lips to tear it open. “Don’t.”

  “Don’t?”

  I take the condom from his hand and toss it to the floor. I’m offering myself to him. All of me. I’ve never done that but I like the way it feels to let go with him.

  “I’m yours. Fully.”

  “I’m clean but are you sure you want to do that?”

  I want to feel him with nothing between us. If that’s crazy, then it just is. “One hundred percent. And you don’t have to worry. I’m clean too.”

  “I know you are. I’m not worried.”

  He positions his tip at my entrance and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly pushes himself inside me and closes his eyes when he groans. “Ohh, you feel so good.”

  He moves slowly. Sweetly. Deliberately.

  My arms are over my head and his hands find mine. He laces our fingers together and squeezes. “This is where I want to be. With you. Inside you.”

  I tighten my legs as he pumps slowly. He releases one of my hands and touches me between my legs. Two fingertips are circling the top of my slit and it’s fucking fantastic. “Does that feel good?”

  I adjust my hips so my G-spot gets in on a little more of the action. “So good.”

  “I want you to come with me.”

  “Keep that up and I will. Real soon.”

  He grips my hand tighter and his breath becomes faster and heavier against my neck. He’s getting close. I can feel it.

  The tension inside my lower body builds and an onset of rhythmic contractions begins. “Ohh… it’s starting.”

  “I feel it. You’re… squeezing me.”

  My climax becomes the onset of his.

  He unlaces our fingers and moves his hand to the top of my head to hold me in place. He thrusts deeply and I come hard around him.

  A moment later, his body goes lax and I know he’s empty. His semen has nothing swimming in it, but still, I like knowing that part of him is inside me.

  No condom. Nothing between us.

  Yes. It feels different, both physically and emotionally.

  I think I could easily fall in love with this man. Maybe I’m already halfway there.

  17

  Lucas Broussard

  We got one hour of sleep all night. Not a minute more.

  I take one last look around the room to make sure I have all my things. “It’s time for me to go down to the lobby.”

  “Ollie’s always late.”

  “Typically, yes, but he texted to let me know he’ll be here in five minutes.”

  “Nooo,” she groans as her chest lands against mine. “I don’t want you to go.”

  I wrap her in a tight embrace. “I know. I don’t want to leave you either.”

  “I’m happy in this little cocoon we’ve created.”

  I pull away, looking into her eyes, and see that they’re filled with tears. “I’m happy being inside it with you. More than I thought possible.”

  I place a soft kiss on her lips and press my forehead to hers. “It’s only two weeks. We can do it.”

  “Two weeks feels like forever.”

  It does but I need to keep this positive. “It’ll be here before we know it.”

  She shakes her head and clutches the front of my shirt.

  “I have to go.”

  She sniffles. “I know.”

  We hug tightly one last time. “I will see you in two weeks.”

  “Eleven days,” she corrects.

  “Even better.”

  Grabbing my bag, I go to the door. I’m not going to look back. It’ll only prolong this.

  “Lucas?”

  I turn at the sound of my name and see Lawrence standing there with the hotel robe spread wide open, naked beneath it. “A visual to remember me by until we’re together again.”

  Fuck. How am I supposed to walk out the door now?

  I wish I could take a picture of her. But since I can’t, I will etch the image into my brain. “I will think of it often.”

  “This belongs to you and no one else. Don’t forget that.”

  “I won’t, baby. I swear.”

  It’s the toughest elevator ride I’ve ever endured. I want so badly to go back to her but I don’t; it’ll only prolong the inevitable and put us at risk of being discovered by Oliver. We must part ways today whether we want to or not.

  Oliver is waiting for me in his pickup when I exit the hotel. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t go back for the quickie that I was contemplating.

  “Hey, man. Ready to hit the road?”

  “Yeah.” No.

  We aren’t even ten minutes from the hotel when I decide to text Lawrence.

  Lucas: Already counting the hours until we’re together again.

  I’ve never sent a message like that. But it’s because I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

  Lawrence: Me too. I’m lying in bed hugging your pillow because it smells like you.

  Lucas: I stole a pair of your panties so I’d have something that smelled like you. I won’t be washing them.

  I do not want to forget what she smells like. I may carry them in my pocket for easy access and sleep with them on my face.

  Lawrence: You’ll find one of your T-shirt
s missing when you unpack. I plan to wear it to bed every night. I won’t be washing it either.

  Lucas: I’m jealous that shirt will be hugging your body instead of me.

  Lawrence: Maybe you’ll get a pic with no bra, no shirt.

  Lucas: You can’t tease a guy like that.

  Lawrence: Who says I’m teasing?

  Lucas: You are so hot. I can’t wait.

  “Texting your girl?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ve never seen you be secretive about a woman. Is she married?”

  “No, jackass.”

  Oliver is my friend but he really thinks I’m a dick when it comes to women. I need to change his opinion—and soon—if Lawrence and I are to have a successful go at this relationship. “It’s still very new. We want to get used to the idea before telling everyone we’re together.”

  Oliver slaps the steering wheel. “Fuck, it’s somebody at the brewery, isn’t it?”

  “No. She doesn’t work for us.”

  “How long have you known her?”

  “We met at the festival.”

  “You’ve been fucking this chick for over a month?”

  We’re not just fucking. And she’s not a random chick. “It’s not like that. We met at the festival but then we didn’t talk or see each other until a little later.”

  “How do you feel about her?”

  “It’s new but I really like her a lot.”

  “Do you see your relationship turning into something more?”

  “I think it could.” I hope so.

  “Does she know you were married before? And in an open marriage?”

  “I’ve told her everything. She’s even met Bridgette.”

  “Girlfriend meets ex-wife? That’s serious.”

  Well, that’s not exactly how it went down. “It was a casual thing. Nothing serious.”

  “Have I misjudged you, Lucas Broussard?”

  “I’m telling you, man, I haven’t wanted to look at another woman since I met her.”

  “You’re cunt-struck.”

  “I am but it’s so much more than that. This girl’s special.”

  And when the time comes, I hope Oliver understands how much I care for his sister.

  Aubrey runs into my arms. “Hello, my sweet Bebelle.”

  She presses her precious cheek to mine. “Where have you been, Uncle Bou?”

  “I was in Georgia visiting my friend Lawrence. Do you remember meeting her at the festival when we had fried Oreos?”

  “Yesss. What’s behind your back?”

  This kid is so smart. She misses nothing. I hold out a gift bag with colorful tissue spilling out of the top. “Lawrence heard that you got a baby brother so she sent you a big-sister present.”

  “Yay.” Streaks of pink and lime green fly in all directions.

  “Mm-hmm.” Bridgette lifts a brow. “You were visiting Lawrence, huh?”

  “I sure was.” Did a lot more than visit while I was there, too.

  “How long did you stay?”

  “Three days.”

  Aubrey holds her gift in the air. “What ‘dis supposed to be?”

  “Lawrence has a store where she sells very special things. She made this and it’s called a dream catcher. You hang it on your bed and it protects you from nightmares.”

  “I love it.”

  “Aubrey honey, why don’t you go to your room and find a place on your bed for your dream catcher while I talk to Uncle Boudreaux?”

  “’Kay.”

  I’m not surprised Bridgette wants to have a powwow.

  “That was very nice of Lawrence to think of Ava.”

  “She’s one of the most thoughtful people that I’ve ever met.” I point at the other bags. “There’s something for you and Tripp too. But I have to warn you. She’s into some weird stuff so there’s no telling what she sent you. You should probably expect something unusual.”

  Bridgette lifts Tripp from her lap and holds him out for me to take. “Here. I know you’re dying to hold him.”

  I happily take baby Tripp from Bridg. “Hey, little man. I think you’ve grown at least an inch since I saw you.”

  Tripp isn’t mine but he is my son’s half-brother. I can’t look at him and not wonder how similar they would have been. Would Eli have been a happy baby like Tripp? Would he have wanted a pacifier like his brother? Or preferred to suck his thumb instead?

  “Lawrence is a little different, isn’t she?”

  That’s an understatement. “She’s very different but in the best kind of way.”

  “You haven’t said a word about her since the festival. What’s going on?”

  “We met. We clicked. She went home, which is four hundred miles away. I thought it was over.”

  I try to stop the goofy grin spreading on my face but I can’t.

  “Boudreaux… you like this girl. I can see it.”

  “I couldn’t stay away. I had to see her again so I’d know if there was something between us or not.”

  “And is there?”

  “Bridg—” The words are terrifying to admit. “I’m obsessed with her.”

  Bridgette chuckles. She’s loving this—seeing me act like a fool over a woman. “She must have some damn good stuff if she’s already pussy-whipped you.”

  Tripp squirms in my arms and wails. “Tripp, tell your mommy that it’s damn good stuff and I can’t get enough of it, but that isn’t what has me hooked,” I say in my best baby voice. “It’s her.”

  “You’re shittin’ me, Boudreaux.”

  A ferocious odor invades my nostrils. “I’m not, but I think that your son may have a shit-biscuit in his diaper.”

  Bridgette flashes a smile. “Why do you think I gave him to you? Smeller is the feller who gets to change him.”

  It’s just like her to pull a fast one like that on me.

  “My God, Boudreaux. Are you in love with her? Is she the one?”

  “I just met her. It’s too soon to know something like that.”

  “You totally are. Or at least you’re well on your way to falling.” Bridgette shakes her head. “Shit. I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Me either.” I suppose that’s the opposite of a denial.

  “Does she know about us and our marriage?”

  “Yeah. She was completely fine with the whole thing. Completely nonjudgmental.”

  “Well, she’d be the first. Did you tell her about Eli?”

  “I told her everything.”

  “You’re such a dumbass, Bou.”

  What? “How the fuck did I suddenly become a dumbass?”

  “I knew this was going to happen one day.”

  Bridgette looks as though she could cry. And I’m lost. “You knew what was going to happen?”

  “You had that stupid vasectomy and now you’ve found the one.”

  Bridgette is jumping the gun. “Whoa. Don’t put the cart before the horse. I like Lawrence a lot, but I don’t want to marry her and start having sick kids.”

  Bridgette’s mouth forms a hard line. “You’re such a motherfucker for saying that.”

  “Why? You know where I stand on this issue.”

  “You might as well say that I shouldn’t have had Aubrey and Tripp because they could have had health problems.”

  “You and I have made different choices in our lives. Taking a chance on having those beautiful babies was the right decision for you and Warren. But it’s not the right decision for me.”

  “It can be the right decision for you with the right woman. What if she’s the one for you? She could give you healthy children.”

  “I don’t want to try.”

  I can’t handle it again. The terror in Bridgette’s eyes. The pain. The deep, soul-destroying depression. Losing my lively, sweet friend to the shell of despair she became.

  Holding my beloved son as he took his last breath—it ripped my heart out.

  No. Never again.

  “Your babies would be healthy if she d
oesn’t have the gene for renal agenesis. Does anyone in her family have one kidney?”

  “I don’t know and I’m not asking.” It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve had a vasectomy. No babies will ever be fathered again by this dick.

  “I don’t understand you, Boudreaux. You could have beautiful, healthy babies with her.”

  “What if something different goes wrong?” I couldn’t stand to see another woman that I love go through that, especially one I was in love with.

  “That’s such irrational bullshit. The brakes on your truck could fail, but does that keep you from driving it?”

  “Lawrence knows about my vasectomy and it isn’t a problem for her.”

  “Let’s have this conversation again in six months and see if she’s still okay with it. No, I don’t even give it three months before she’s talking to you about reversing it.”

  I know what Bridgette is thinking but she’s wrong. Lawrence isn’t like other women. She won’t pressure me to reverse the vasectomy because she understands how strongly I feel about not fathering children.

  But if she does, that’s going to be a problem.

  Eleven fucking days. I left Savannah believing that our reunion would be here before we knew it. I even thought the topless pics Lawrence texted me might ease our time apart. Wrong. So very wrong. I had no idea that it would feel like an eternity.

  We decided she should come to Birmingham this trip since Bridgette and Warren have four tickets to the James Bay concert. And now that the time has come, it feels weird. I’ve done all kinds of concerts and festivals with Bridgette and Warren, but I’ve never brought a woman along. This should be interesting.

  I hope Bridgette keeps her big mouth shut about the whole marriage and baby thing. Sometimes she operates under the misconception that she knows what’s right for everyone else when they don’t. And this includes me.

  I finally see Lawrence’s vintage Wagoneer coming up my drive. Fuck, I hope Bridgette doesn’t see what she drives. I’m sure she’ll have some kind of comment about it being perfect for hauling around kids.

  Lawrence gets out of her vehicle and dashes toward me. She crashes against my chest and her arms wrap around my shoulders. I grip the backs of her upper thighs and lift her from the ground so she’s wrapped around me. “Damn, I missed you.”