Southern Attraction

by Kaylee Ryan

  I try not to think about what we could or couldn’t be. Instead, I focus on the here and now. The fact that I want to bring him pleasure. Make him come undone from my touch, just like he did for me.

  Cautiously, I slip my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs. As soon as I wrap it around his length, I feel him grow even harder. I didn’t think that was possible. I take my time just enjoying the feel of his velvety soft skin in the palm of my hand.

  “Jamie,” he says huskily, burying his hand in my hair.

  Looking up, I find him watching my hand as I stroke him. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to do this,” I assure him.

  “I don’t know what I’ve done to earn this spot in your life, here with you like this, but I’ll never forget a single second of the time I’ve been able to spend with you.”

  His kindness, the heart he wears on his sleeve, that attracts me to him just as much as his good looks and southern charm. Michael Wallace is one of the good guys, the kind of guy you hold on to, no matter the sacrifice. I don’t comment on his kind words, partly because I don’t have the words and partly because I want to show him.

  Releasing him from my grip, my hands find the waistband of his boxer briefs and tug gently. He lifts, reading my mind, and I carefully slide them over his erection and down to his knees. He again uses his feet to kick them all the way off.

  When I see him lying naked before me, I feel kind of awkward still in my work pants. Standing from the bed, I discard them before he can ask what I’m doing. I climb back on the bed, this time lying alongside him, my head at his hips. Propped up on one elbow, I take him in my hand again and stroke gently, just enjoying the feel of this man in my hands. He buries his hand in my hair once again. Leaning in, he hisses as I kiss his bare hip. I’m sure he thought I was going for gold, so to speak, but I want to drag this out. I want to enjoy being able to watch him, to explore the feel of him while I can. I don’t know if or when I might have an opportunity like this again.

  Everything between us is so muddled, yet it isn’t. I’m pretty sure we have feelings, strong feelings, but the distance of our worlds divides us. I’m going to live in this moment and enjoy it while he’s here with me. I want him to experience my hometown just as he’s shown me his. That’s all that matters this weekend.

  Needing more, I lean over him and place a kiss to the tip. He groans, which gives me incentive to take it further. This is not something I’ve enjoyed in the past—it was always an expectation from the guy—but this is different. Mike simply lies still, letting me have my way with him. It’s a heady feeling.

  Deciding to just go for it, I take him deep and a breathy “fuck” falls from his lips. He remains still, his hand tight in my hair but never moving me. His legs twitch but he doesn’t change positions, letting me take control of the moment. Climbing to my knees, I take him as deep as I can, over and over, letting my lips slide over him. I’m lost in the moans that my actions are eliciting from him, until I feel his hand slide up the back of my thigh. He grips tight as I take him deep.

  “Can I touch you?” He’s breathless and almost pleading.

  Looking up at him, I say the words I know are without a doubt the truest I’ve ever spoken. “I’m yours.”

  Heat blazes in his eyes as he guides his finger inside me. My head falls to his hip as I relish the feeling. Composing myself, I take him back in my mouth, setting out to make him fall apart. I increase my speed and so does he, as if we’re in a battle. If I know Mike like I think I do, he’ll refuse to get off without me, no matter what the situation.

  “I’m close, Jamie. Are you there?” he asks, adding yet another digit and pumping in and out. My mouth follows the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out past my lips.

  “Mmm,” I moan around him.

  “Jamie, babe, you need to stop.”

  I don’t. I want this. It’ll be a first for me, and I’m excited at the prospect. I’ve never had the desire to take everything, but with Mike, it’s different. I want all of him any way I can get him.

  “Fuck!” he roars as he explodes in my mouth. I take as much of it as I can until my orgasm rips through me as well. I pull away, resting my head on his toned abs as the ripples of pleasure wash over me.

  “Come here,” he says once we’re both sated. I wiggle up his sweat-slicked naked body. He wraps his arm around me and holds me tight, kissing the top of my head. “I missed you,” he whispers.

  “Missed you,” I say as exhaustion washes over me. I slept for shit last night, too excited to sleep knowing he would be here this weekend. Now as I lie here in his arms, I can’t seem to keep sleep from claiming me.

  Waking up with her in my arms is something I’ve only done a handful of times, but I missed it all the same. I lie awake just watching her sleep. We both took a nap yesterday afternoon. When we woke, the sun was setting and we decided to stay in. I’d be fine if we never left her apartment the entire time I’m here, but I know she’s excited to show me her world. I won’t take that away from her.

  Last night was… exhilarating. It’s going to be hard as hell to leave her on Tuesday morning.

  “Hey, creeper,” she laughs, her voice husky from sleep.

  “Morning, beautiful.” I kiss her nose.

  “How long have you been up?”

  “Not long. I was just enjoying the view.”

  She smiles a soft sleepy smile that has me fighting the urge to beat on my chest that I cause that reaction from her. “You ready for today?”

  “What’s on the agenda?”

  “We’re going to Millennium Park. There’s a music festival going on, there will be tons of food vendors. Thought we could spend the day there.”

  “Sounds good. I’m all yours for whatever you have planned.”

  “First we need food, and I need a shower.”

  “How about you shower and I’ll start breakfast. Any requests?”

  “No, whatever is fine. Something easy, maybe a bagel?”

  “Bagels I can do. You need any help in the shower?” My eyes roam over her naked body under the thin sheet. It’s covering her, but that’s fine; I have every inch of her gorgeous body engrained in my memory. It’s not a sight I’ll be forgetting any time soon.

  “As much as I want to say yes, I know us and we’ll never get out of here if I do. I’ll be quick so you can go next.”

  I watch her as she climbs off the bed, sheet clasped firmly in her hands. I don’t tear my eyes away from her until she disappears behind the bathroom door. Grabbing a pair of gym shorts from my bag, I find my way to the kitchen and start making my girl breakfast.

  “This is pretty awesome,” I tell Jamie as we make our way into Millennium Park. “You know this kind of reminds me of the county fair back home, the smell of all the foods. We should plan for you to be in town so we can go.”

  “When is it?” she asks, her arms looped through mine as she leans into me.

  “The end of the summer.”

  “We can probably make that happen. I’ll be there in a few weeks for the wedding. Mr. Warren said he wants to talk to me next week. I’m sure he’s going to announce his retirement.”

  “Have you been looking at other options?”

  “No, not yet. I’ve been there this long so I’m going to ride the wave with him. I have money saved up, and if I have to, I can move in with my parents for a while.”

  “You could come stay with me.” The offer’s out there before I can think about it, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t regret it. Actually, I want it to happen. I hate the thought of her losing her job, but her coming to spend more than just a weekend with me would be amazing.

  “I give it a week tops before you’re tired of me,” she laughs.

  I stop walking and pull her into my arms. An indie band croons in the background, and people are walking all around us, but I block it all out. I don’t see anything but her. I cup her face and tilt her head up so she can see my eyes. “Never. Jamie, you hav
e to know by now that I’m crazy about you. No amount of time will ever be enough with you.” Leaning in, I kiss her, lazily letting me lips trail over hers. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a crowded park; all I care about is her.

  Pulling away, I see her eyes are still closed. “Now let’s hit up these food vendors you told me about. That bagel did nothing to hold me over.”

  She nods, pulling out of my hold, then clasps onto my arm again and we stroll through the different booths while listening to the band. We end up getting fried pickles, pulled pork sandwiches, fries, and cotton candy. This festival really is similar to the country fair without the rides and animals.

  After we eat, we find a spot just at the edge of the madness of people there for the band. They’re pretty good, covering a lot of older rock and some country, much to my surprise. I pull Jamie in front of me and wrap my arms around her, which is how we stand for the next hour or so while we listen to the band. She sways in my arms when a slow song comes through the speakers and I bury my face in her neck. I’m falling so fucking hard for her and I don’t know how to deal with it, the distance. It’s easy to see that this is her element. She’s happy here; how can I ask her to leave that?

  “You about ready? We have a full day tomorrow too,” she says, turning in my arms and wrapping hers around my waist.

  “We do? What’s on the agenda?”

  “Another surprise, one I hope you really enjoy.”

  “Are you going to be there?”

  She looks up at me, confused. “Yeah.”

  “Will there be kissing involved? Do I get to hold you?”

  “Kissing, always. Holding me… maybe my hand?” She says it like a question. I can see her wheels turning as she thinks about whatever it is she has planned for us tomorrow.

  “Then count me in,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

  “Were you actually considering not going?” she asks, surprised.

  I laugh. “No, babe, never. If you’re there, then so am I. We could be watching paint dry and you couldn’t pull me away if you’re there.”

  She smiles and that ends up in a yawn. We’ve been here for hours.

  “Let’s get you home.” Placing my hands on her hips, I guide us through the crowd to the parking lot. When we reach her car, I hold my hand out for the keys. Unlocking the passenger door, I hold it open for her before taking my seat behind the wheel. I have to scoot her seat way back before we can get on the road. She gives me directions back to her place. I don’t tell her that I remember the way; this is her weekend, after all.

  “I’m so tired,” she says, covering her mouth to hide yet another yawn.

  “Let’s get you to bed.” Making sure the front door is locked, I turn off all the lights and reach for her in the darkness. “Jamie,” I call out to her.

  “Here,” she giggles.

  When my hand finally reaches hers in the darkness, I let her guide us back to her room. We don’t bother turning on the light, using the glow from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window instead. “Come here.” I keep my voice soft and low. When she’s in my arms, I hold her tight, just relishing the fact that we’re here together. Pulling away, I reach for the hem of her shirt and she lifts her arms, doing the same to me once her shirt is discarded.

  Her hands find the waistband of my jeans. Once she has them unbuttoned and unzipped, they fall from my hips and to the floor. I reach for hers as well, and soon she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, standing before me in the moonlight. I can’t take my eyes off her as she reaches around and unclasps her bra, then wiggles her cute little ass out of her panties before kicking them to the side.

  “Your turn,” she says sweetly. She knows what she’s doing to me.

  I slide my boxer briefs down my legs and kick them to the side just as she yawns again.

  “Now we sleep.” Holding her hand, we walk to the bed. I climb in first and hold the cover up for her. She takes her spot beside me, curling into my side. Dropping the blanket over us, I pull her as close as I can get and breathe her in. Her breathing evens almost instantly and I know she’s fallen asleep, safe and protected in my arms. My cock aches to be inside of her. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out; a man only has so much willpower. If she were to throw herself at me again like earlier today, there’s no way I’d be able to turn her down.

  Tightening my hold on her, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

  I feel her hands on me, specifically on my cock. Opening my eyes, I see hers are still closed. Is she sleeping?

  “Morning, beautiful.” I keep my voice low, kissing her on the temple. She doesn’t stir or acknowledge my greeting, but her soft, delicate hand continues to stroke my hard cock. In her sleep. Fuck me!

  I’m still as a statue as she strokes me and nuzzles into my neck. I’m close and she’s asleep. This is wrong, so very wrong. “Jamie, babe, time to wake up,” I say, running my hand up and down the smooth, silky skin of her back. “Jamie,” I repeat, this time a little louder.

  “Mike,” she moans.

  She’s fucking moaning my name while she strokes my cock in her sleep. I’m about to blow my load. I need her to wake up. “Jamie.” This time I squeeze her hip.

  Immediately she stills, her eyes pop open, and she tilts her head up to look at me. A dark red blush like no other coating her cheeks, she smiles sheepishly. “Morning,” she mumbles.

  She’s going to be the end of me.

  “Was I…?” She looks down at her hand around my hard cock. “Oh,” she says, apparently surprised. I expect her to pull her hand away, but that’s not what she does. No, she starts again, long, slow strokes.

  “Babe, I’m really close,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “What do you need? Should I go faster?” Her voice is husky from sleep, her hair is a mess, and those big green eyes stare up at me, seeking guidance.

  “Just… what you’re doing is good,” I say, giving in and relaxing against the pillow. “Right there. Cl-close,” I pant as my balls grow tight, my cock hard as steel. She pumps faster and I lose my shit, coming harder than I have in years, even when her mouth was on me. I hear her chuckle and I crack my eyes open to look at her.

  “It was a really, really good dream.” She smiles.

  “Come here.” I grab her by the arms and gently toss her back on the bed. Rolling over so I’m on top of her, I cage her in with my arms. “Is that how you wanted it to end?” I ask, kissing her neck.

  “Mmhmm.” She wiggles her naked body underneath me.

  “Your turn,” I say before capturing her tight nipple between my teeth.

  Turning her head, she gasps. “Shit, we have to get going.” She pushes on my shoulders to get me off her.

  “What? Go where?”

  “We have tickets. It starts at noon and it’s after ten. We have to get moving.” She rolls out from under me and runs to her closet, returning with a gift bag that she hands to me.

  “What’s this?”

  “For you. I’m getting in the shower. We’ll just grab some lunch there if you’re okay with that. We have to leave in thirty minutes.”

  With that, she rushes off to the shower, leaving me with the gift bag. It doesn’t escape my notice that when she closes the door, I hear the click of the lock. Smart woman. She didn’t get her turn and she knows how I feel about that.

  Reaching for the bag, I pull out a Cubs shirt and a hat. Reaching for my phone, I pull up their schedule and sure enough, they play today at noon. I shake my head in amazement at this woman who is slowly becoming the most important person in my life.

  “You like?” she asks, opening the bathroom door, steam flowing out around her. She’s wearing a Cubs shirt and capris which are cute on her.

  “I love. Thank you for this. You need to let me give you some money.”

  “Nope. My dad has season tickets.”

  “Is he going to be there?”

  “No, he and Mom are off tomorrow, so we’re going to go vi
sit them then. Is that okay?” she asks hesitantly. “They’re slowing down, heading toward retirement too.”

  “I’m where you are. Besides, I would love to meet the couple who created such a beautiful creature.” Walking toward her and bending down, I kiss her quickly. “Thank you, James.”

  “Shower, now. We have a schedule.” She grins, slapping me on my bare ass.

  Shaking my head, I do as she says and rush through a shower.

  “So?” she asks as we walk into the Cubs’ home stadium, Wrigley Field.

  “I think you kick ass.” I put my arm around her waist and pull her to me.

  She laughs. “Come on, we have to get a hotdog and popcorn before we find our seats. I’m starving.”

  I follow her and we both order. I already have my wallet out and pay before she has a chance to. She gives me a “what are you doing look,” but I ignore her and pass the cash to the attendant. It was not my intention to come here this weekend and let her pay for everything. All I needed was to see her.

  “I assume this isn’t your first game?” she asks once we take our seats.

  “No, but it is a first at Wrigley.” I take a big bite of my hotdog.

  “My parents have had these seats for years. I used to come with my dad all the time, until I got older. I still make it to a few games a year, but now that I have to be a responsible adult, my time is no longer as free.”

  “Don’t I know it. When I took over the bar, I was so focused on not letting my dad down. I wanted to make improvements and still keep the same vibe. It was a lot of work, and one day I just woke up and realized a couple of years had gone by.”

  “From what I hear, you’re still there just as much as you always were.”

  “Oh yeah? You got people keeping an eye on me?”

  She laughs. “No, but Whit and I talk almost every day. Olivia and McKinley have even texted me a few times.”