One Southern Night (6 page)

“With tongue?”

“With tongue. I might even rub up against you.”

“I can’t wait to start being good.”

Laney brushes her lips across mine. My body goes berserk. “A good faith gesture.”

I’m left utterly speechless. I’ve never encountered anyone so audacious, yet reserved, coy and fearlessly transparent. Laney has me in awe.

“Ready to get your butt kicked in Halo, country boy?”

“Absolutely. Just as long as you’ll massage it after the beating.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I can.” I grab her face and plant a firm kiss right on her mouth. A little moan vibrates through her, and I’m elated. She melts against my body as I deepen the kiss just enough to tell her I want this. Want her.

“I really hope you’re not fucking around, Kam,” Laney says with her eyes still closed after I pull away.

“I’m not.” She flutters her eyelashes and shows me those penetrable sky blues. They’re the most susceptible I’ve ever seen them. Soft and hopeful. It’s the first time she’s letting me see the emotion hidden behind her untrusting exterior. “Shall we let the ass-kicking commence?”

She bites her lip as if contemplating something.

“What?” I ask, trying to figure out what’s going on in that head of hers.

“What if I kicked your ass later and kissed you now?”

“I’d say whatever you want, I want.”

“Good answer, all-star.” Laney crawls on top of me and straddles my legs. My hormones go haywire as she presses her lips to mine, urgently sucking and tasting. I wrap my arms around her waist and flex my hips, letting her know exactly what she’s doing to me. She moans as our tongues clash together, rolling and flicking, forcing our bodies together in a fit of passion.

I much prefer the kissing to the ass kicking.

I had no idea Friday night was going to be so much fun.

I hold the football, palming it in one hand. It feels different. A stranger rather than the friend I had come to know. Some kids sleep with security blankets or stuffed animals when they’re young. I slept with a football tucked in my arm, dreaming about touchdown passes and the roar of the crowd. I always knew this was my destiny. What I was meant to do.

I fire the ball at the tire swing, aiming for the hole and barely hit the perimeter. “
Goddamn it!”
I used to be able to throw pass after pass and hit my target every time. Now I need to say a Hail Mary just to get it in the general vicinity. This is so frustrating, and I can’t figure out what’s wrong. I have no control, and no matter how hard I concentrate, my ‘pinpoint accuracy’ is just gone.; which makes my future and my life
gone.

“Kam!” Laney calls from behind me. I turn to see my silver-lining walking toward me. Her dark hair is down and flipping in the wind, and she’s wearing a huge smile on her face. In such a short time, I’ve come to live for that expression. It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s like looking at pure gold.

Seven days. That’s how long Laney and I have been together. And despite my obvious adversity, when I’m with her, the world doesn’t feel so dismal. “I was ringing the doorbell for like ten minutes.”

“Sorry, I forgot my mom has book club tonight.” I peck her on the lips. “How did you know I was back here?”

“I heard you curse. I didn’t think good ole boys took God’s name in vain, only sinful city folk.”

“You’ve been living in Alabama too long, Lemon. You’re starting to talk like us.” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells like strawberries.

“It was bound to rub off on me eventually.”

“I have something I can rub on you.”

“I might like that.” She kisses my neck.

“Don’t tease me, woman; we have the house to ourselves tonight.”

“Who’s teasing?” She looks up at me deviously.

“Hellcat.” I grab her ass so hard I nearly pull her off the ground, and she squeaks. “How was practice?” Yup, Laney made the volleyball team and I can’t wait to cheer her on.

“Fine. How was your day?”

“Uneventful.” I glance down at the snake pit of footballs in the bin beside us.

“Still can’t throw right?” she asks sympathetically.

“That’s one way to put it,” I answer sourly.

“Show me.”

“Show you what?” I ask confused.

“Show me how to throw a football.”

“Are you being serious?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Yes. Don’t think I can do it?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t say that. I just never expected those words to come out of your mouth. I’m totally turned on.”

“Foreplay.” Laney playfully reaches into the bin and pulls out a football. “Now show me.” She turns the ball in her tiny hands, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier in my life. I’ve never dated anyone who played sports before, unless you count cheerleading. The fact that Laney is even entertaining the idea has my stomach doing back flips. I turn her around so her back is flush against my front.

“Okay, pay attention, this is rocket science,” I say. She giggles and presses her body harder against mine. It takes all the effort I can muster to concentrate on what I’m trying to do. Laney is very distracting. Especially when she’s this close and smells this good and is finally all mine.

“First, your grip. Spread your fingers over the ball, two fingers between the laces.” I place my hand over hers. “Make sure there’s some air between your palm and the leather.”

“Like this?” She listens impeccably and has a good hold on the ball.

“Just like that.” I smile. This is way too much fun.

“Next, stand with your feet apart and your knees slightly bent.” I turn her body sideways, never removing my arms from around her. “Now bring your arm up ninety degrees and pull the ball back. Keep everything tight. When you throw, bring your left elbow forward for momentum and push the ball off your index finger and thumb, rotating it under so it spirals.” I walk her through the motions with my hands and body so she can correlate my words to the movements.

“Geez, you weren’t kidding when you said it was rocket science,” Laney jokes.

“Once you get the hang of it, it’s as easy as breathing.”

“So says the all-star quarterback.”

“The former all-star quarterback,” I correct her.

“I don’t see a former anybody,” Laney says simply, practicing what I just showed her. She has decent form, I’ll give her that.

“Ready to fire this pigskin?” I grin.

“Let’s do it.” She pumps herself up.

“Once, together.” I circle my arms back around her, place my right hand over hers on the ball and position my left arm, taking her hand in mine. Two bodies one motion, sort of like having sex. Laney wasn’t kidding when she said foreplay. I’m totally turned on. I pull her arm back, and in one fluid motion we throw the ball. The spiral is a little off, but it hits the tire close to the hole. I think that was my best throw of the day.

“Okay, got it. Let me try.” Laney pulls another ball out of the blue bin. I watch entertained as she positions her hands and takes her stance. Holy crap, I can’t control the bulge growing behind my zipper. I’m fucking loving this.

Laney concentrates on the tire hanging a few meters away from us. I think I’m getting a glimpse of Sporty Spice. I can’t wait to see her on the volleyball court. She snaps her arm back, and with all her might, throws the football. It teeters in the air, not quite getting a good spin, but hits the tire nonetheless. No, not a terrible first shot.

“Crap.” Laney goes for another ball.

“What, that wasn’t bad.”

“That sucked.” Her voice pitches.

“It hit the tire,” I point out.

“It didn’t spin. And I didn’t get it through the hole.”

“Lemon, that’s expecting a lot your first try.”

She shoots me a death look. Holy hell, my girl is a competitor. I guess I should have known that. She’s been going head-to-head with me since the moment I met her.

Laney winds up again, her eyes keen as she focuses on the tire. She throws the ball and this time it spins beautifully through the air. It bounces off the tire and dies on the ground.

“Nice, Lemon.” I clap. “That’s how to do it.”

“Once more.” She goes for another football. My face lights up; I could watch this all night. Laney grips the football with both hands like she’s trying to become familiar with the feel of the leather. I can’t wait till she touches me like that. If I have anything to say about it, it will be tonight. My whole body is throbbing from just the thought. Once she’s done, she takes her stance, angling her body and drawing the football up behind her head. The fire in her eyes is bright. Laney hurls the ball and it once again rotates perfectly though the air, except this time, instead of bouncing off the rubber of the tire, it soars straight through the hole. “Yes!” Laney jumps into my arms.

“Fuck me.” My mouth is hanging open. She did it. The first time ever throwing a football and she sinks it. “Did you just play me, city girl?”

“No. I just had a good teacher.” She wraps her legs around my waist. I don’t think I’m buying it.

“You lying?” I probe.

“Nope. I hate liars. You really are a good teacher. And I’m a little athletic, so I’m sure that helped.” She smiles.

“I think it did.” I kiss her neck. She moans and the strain in my pants can’t take it anymore. I turn toward the house and start walking.

“Kam! Put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m fine.” I march through the back door with Laney still latched on to me. “I go back to school on Monday. I’m cleared for physical activity.”

“And what kind of physical activity did you have in mind?” she asks as I walk up the steps toward my room.

“The kind that involves a bed.”

“Kam, I’m not going to sleep with you.”

“Who said anything about sleeping, sugar?”

“Don’t call me sugar.” She is seriously testy about that nickname.

“Sorry. Lemon,” I correct myself.

“Better.” She kisses me. I’ve waited to be alone with Laney ever since last Friday night. And now that I have her all to myself, I’m going to take full advantage. I flip her on onto the mattress. She giggle-screams as she falls backwards. I yank my shirt off right before I crawl onto the bed. Laney’s eyes widen, and her lips part.

“Something wrong, Lemon?”

“Nope, not a thing. Just admiring.”

“Like what you see?” I slowly creep over her body.

“Mmmm hmmm.” I lie on top of her and crush my mouth against hers. She opens immediately, allowing my tongue to explore, rolling and circling, taking possession of the woman beneath me. The girl I’ve wanted from the first second I saw her.

“You know it’s not fair you’re still wearing a shirt,” I say between kisses.

“So take it off.”

I don’t waste a second ripping Laney’s shirt off, or her bra for that matter. Her skin is fucking beautiful, and so, so soft. I trail my tongue down her neck as I massage one of her breasts in my hand. I suck her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue, causing it to pebble. “Kam,” she moans as I lavish each breast, her hands gripping the strands of my hair. If she thinks that feels good, just wait. I move father down until I reach the button of her jeans. I pop it open and Laney pushes herself up on her elbows. “Kam.”

“Don’t worry, I heard you when you said you weren’t going to sleep with me. Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good other ways.” I grin devilishly. I don’t even wait for a response as I suck on her flesh. Laney lies back down as I remove her pants then cotton underwear with little stars without delay. I wanted Laney naked, and that’s exactly how I’ll have her. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” I drop down, placing light kisses below her belly button at the same time rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb. Her body bows and a little moan escapes her mouth. Laney spreads her legs, and I take it as an invitation. There’s more than one way to fuck. I replace my finger with my tongue without any warning and slash at Laney. She gasps, “Oh, God.” I work my mouth as Laney squirms beneath me. Building to exactly where I want her. After a few heat-induced minutes, I go in for the kill and slide one finger inside her. She bucks her hips and grabs at the headboard as I lick and finger her into an orgasm. She screams my name a few seconds later as she detonates on the bed. Her body seizing as her climax takes hold. Once I’m satisfied I wrung out every drop of her arousal, I kiss my way back up her body. She locks her arms around my neck and hooks one leg around mine, sighing contentedly. She’s not the only happy one. I’ve never enjoyed giving pleasure as much as the person receiving it. Everything with Laney is different. I spend the next few minutes exploring Laney’s sated body, running my fingers along the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Her exotic scent filling my senses. She feels so good, so right.

“My turn, all-star.” Laney sucks on my neck. It sends a shiver down my spine.

“You turn for what?” I murmur.

“To play.” She slips her hands between us and unbuttons my fly. She’s not going to get any arguments from me. I roll off Laney and allow her to remove my pants, underwear and all. “That’s better. Level playing field.” She gropes me with her eyes. I eat up the fact she loves my body. She then shifts off the bed and kneels on the floor. Laney naked and on her knees nearly makes me combust. I slide forward, planting both feet on the ground, Laney smack dab between my legs. I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her reverently. I don’t think she has any idea how much she means to me. But I’m going to do my best every day to tell her. Laney runs her hands along my chest and over my abs. Her fingers outlining my six pack. Her touch is electric; it has every one of my nerve-endings humming. When she touches my erection, it forces a moan from my throat; I’m over-stimulated and sensitive as hell. Laney breaks our kiss as she holds me tightly, all the blood rushing to the tip of my head. I’m nothing but sensation as she takes me in her mouth. She swirls her tongue and sucks hard, causing me to see stars. I grip her hair as her mouth encases me over and over until I’m dangling right over the edge. “Laney,” I grit out trying to warn her my climax is coming, and soon. She only sucks harder and faster causing all my muscles to stiffen. “Fuck, baby.” Seconds later I explode, the whole world falling away, as I come violently in her mouth. I fall back on the bed completely drained as Laney licks up every drop of my orgasm.