Southern Seduction (143 page)

Bobby

The past month and a half, we fell into a routine. Each day, June and I would get up early, pick up breakfast for Dad, and spend the day with him. Once it got late, we’d go back home and play house.

Every day, Dad deteriorated more and more. Mom had tried to call numerous times, but I’d declined them all, opting to text her instead. I’d kept the updates simple and ignored all of her apologies. June thought I needed to talk to Mom about what she’d done but I wasn’t ready.

The guys were planning a trip out next week to visit and I was ecstatic. It would be nice for them to finally meet my girl.

When we walked into the hospital room this morning, he looked more haggard than usual and my stomach flopped. June’s mom was sitting in a chair beside his bed.

“Hi there, kids! Sutton and I were just talkin’ about y’all,” she beamed over at us.

June pulled away from my hand to go hug her. While they chatted, I went around to the other side of the bed to visit with Dad.

“How are you feeling today, Dad?” I knew what he would say because he always said the same thing.

“I’m fine, son.”

“You’d tell me if you weren’t fine, right?”

The saddest look briefly passed over his features before he masked it with a forced grin. “Of course, Bobby. Come give your old man a hug. I love you so much, you know.” Something in his tone of voice made me shudder. He knew something I didn’t, and I wanted to vomit.

“I love you too, Dad. Always have, always will. Now help me figure out the words to this song I’ve been working on.” Dad’s chin quivered and I nearly lost it, blinking back tears of my own.

“Sure thing,” he choked out.

June and her mom were still talking animatedly about something and hadn’t noticed our exchange.

After a while of playing my guitar and Dad making suggestions, I had most of a new song hashed out. The guys would love that I’d pretty much written our entire next album. I couldn’t wait for them to start jamming with me.

“Bobby,” Dad spoke later that afternoon, “I had Dottie call and make reservations for you and June at the steakhouse. You two have spent so much time caring for me that you deserve a date night. Dad’s treat.”

I was already shaking my head no but he stopped it.

“Listen here, boy. That woman over there is beautiful and deserves a night out. I want you two to go out and enjoy yourselves. I’m not going anywhere. Plus, Dottie said she’d stay and keep me company.”

“Fine, but we’ll be back first thing in the morning. She is pretty beautiful, huh?” I teased, winking at him.

He grinned back at me. It quickly fell to a frown as he grabbed ahold of my hand. “Bobby, I want you to listen to me. I don’t have much time on this earth. We both know my time is limited. Promise me you won’t let that girl go. You two are supposed to be together. Just promise me that, no matter what happens, you’ll take care of her.”

I nodded and rubbed my palm over my face. “Of course, Dad. She’s my girl. Always has been, always will be. I’m not letting her go. Now stop talking like you’re going to keel over at any moment.”

He chuckled, and I pulled him close, squeezing him tightly. I heard the click of the camera followed by a flash. That June was quite the photographer.

“I love you, son,” he whispered into my neck.

“I love you too, Dad.”

Why did this feel like goodbye?

June

My phone rang, so I handed the camera over to Momma so I could answer it. In a couple of minutes of conversing with my attorney, I hung up feeling free.

“Bobby? Guess who that was?”

He stood from the hospital bed and pulled me close. “Well, whoever it was just made you very happy.” He grinned down at me and pecked me on the lips.

“It was my attorney. I’m officially divorced!” I squealed when he picked me up and spun me around.

“Well, there you go. Now you two have something to celebrate,” Mr. Acer chimed up behind us.

I smiled over at him. Pulling from Bobby, I went over and gave him a big hug.

Whispering quickly into my ear, he said, “That’s great news, June. Take care of my son. I love you very much. You were always a daughter to me.”

Tears welled up and rolled over my cheeks. It meant the world to hear that he thought of me as a daughter. His voice held finality to it, and I cringed at what that might mean.

“All right, you three. Huddle together,” Momma instructed and snapped a picture of the three of us.

“That steak was amazing. We’ve been having so much fast food, cafeteria food, or diner food in the last couple of months that I forgot what real food tasted like,” I teased Bobby.

He laughed as we stood and paid our bill. “What do you want to do now, beautiful girl?”

“Well, I could think of something fun,” I winked.

His eyes burned with heat at my words. Grabbing my hand, he led me out of the restaurant and drove us back to the house. We were barely in the house when we started ripping the clothes off of one another. When we were both completely naked, he heaved me over his shoulder and hauled me to the bedroom. Tossing me onto the bed, I giggled as he stared down at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, June, and I’m ready for dessert.” His eyes burned a trail to my pussy, which throbbed under his gaze. Kneeling down on the floor in front of me, he gently spread my legs and hungrily admired what was between them. Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he slowly placed each leg over his shoulders.

Dipping down, his tongue licked between my folds and I yelped in pleasure.

“Oh, Bobby, that’s it,” I moaned.

He began a frantic pattern of sucking, tasting, and nibbling me in ways that were driving me crazy. Slipping two fingers inside of me, I gasped when he grazed my g-spot. A few more taps of my magical internal button and I was coming hard around his fingers.

He pulled away and chuckled. “Babe, you are the hottest fucking woman on the planet, and I could do that over and over for hours.”

“Don’t promise what you can’t deliver,” I taunted, very much wondering if he could go all night trapped between my legs.

“And you better not tempt me,” he growled and nipped at my inner thigh.

I nearly bucked off the bed.

“Hmmm. It would appear that you liked my little love bite,” he observed as he slowly licked that same area. Just as quickly as he’d done before, he bit down on my thigh, this time harder, making me moan loudly.

Taking my sounds as permission, he bit and sucked repeatedly all over the inside of my thighs until I was begging him.

“Bobby, I need you right now. Please, baby,” I whined as he bit me again, this time keeping my flesh between his teeth as he looked over at me.

Slowly releasing me, he crawled up over me and slid an arm under me to pull me farther up the bed. My inner thighs were tingling from his bites, which only managed to intensify my need to have him in me.

When he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I nearly came. My entire body was tender and sore, not wanting to wait for him any longer. He lined up his tip with my very wet entrance and gently pushed himself inside. It was such a stark contrast from the biting he had been doing moments earlier.

He pressed his forehead to mine, pinning me with his intense glare as he began driving himself into me. When I could feel another orgasm on the horizon and started to close my eyes, he stroked my cheek.

“Baby, keep them open for me. I need you to see how much I…” He paused. “Fuck it. I need you to see how much I love you. Because I do. I love you very much, June.”

His words pushed me over the edge and I shuddered wildly as my climax glittered through me. When I felt his heat pouring into me, I confessed, “I love you too, Bobby. Always have, always will.”

Bobby

We’d just crawled into bed after our shower when June’s phone rang. She hopped out of bed and answered it.

“Hi, Momma,” she chirped and smiled over at me as she sank back into the bed. Since she was still naked, I sucked on her nipple and she bit back a moan. Suddenly, she jerked herself off of the bed and started throwing her clothes on as she spoke to her mom.

Flying from the bed, I pulled on some jeans and a shirt. I was stuffing my feet into my shoes when she hung up.

“What is it?” I asked, already knowing.

Her eyes filled with tears as she ran to me, throwing her arms around me. “Bobby, I am so sorry,” she wailed as she squeezed me.

My mind started to race as tears spilled out. Pushing her a little too roughly off me, I stalked down the hall and scooped up my keys along the way. I heard her flip-flops slapping as she ran after me.

“Bobby! Please, let me drive you,” she cried, reaching for me. I shrugged her off and flung the front door open. Her sobs grew louder as she chased after me. When we got to her truck, I spun around and grasped her upper arms.

“Just stop. I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going to fucking drive and I don’t want you fucking nagging me about it. Now you can get in the truck or stay your ass here. I don’t have time for this shit,” I snapped and released her arms.

She looked like I’d slapped her, which technically I had with my words. Stomping away from her, I slid into the truck. Shakily, she hurried and got inside with me. We were out of the driveway and hauling ass down the road minutes later. I could feel her eyes boring into me, but I refused to look at her.

Once we arrived at the hospital and parked, I practically ran to Dad’s room, not caring if June was keeping up or not. When I made it to his room, Dottie was waiting outside the door.

Reaching for me, she was crying. “Bobby, I’m so sorry!”

I pushed past her into the room, ignoring her cliché sentiments, and made my way to his bed. Pulling his cold hand into my warm one, I lost it.

“Dad, you knew! You sent me away tonight because you knew. Why?” I cried, kissing the top of his hand. His face was gray, and he didn’t even look like himself. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me, and I flew into the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before emptying my stomach.

“Baby, are you okay?” June whispered tearfully behind me, tentatively stroking my back.

“Dammit, June. Back the fuck off!” I was pissed at my Dad for dying. Pissed at her for being with me when we could have been here with him instead.