Southern Seduction (145 page)

When we pulled up the driveway, once again another rental car sat there. This time, there were three tattooed, badass men sitting on the steps of the front porch, and I grinned. My best friends were here. Once parked, I jumped out and walked over to them.

“Dude, you never told us you used to live on a fucking farm!” Donnie laughed, gesturing to the house and land. Chaz punched him in the arm.

“How are you doing, man?” Chaz asked as he stood and gave me a hug. These guys may look rough and tough, but they were like brothers to me.

“I have my moments. Right now I’m okay. I’m glad you guys could make it. There’s a song I’d like for us to do at the funeral.”

“Of course, Bobby,” Chaz said without hesitation.

Donnie stood and gave me a hug as well. Manny’s hug came thereafter.

Donnie’s face contorted into a mischievous grin, and I braced myself for whatever stupid-ass comment was about to come flying out. Chaz had already tensed up, ready to punch him.

“So when do we get to meet Miss June? I’m almost certain she’ll come over to the dark side once she meets my sexy ass.”

Normally, I would have laughed with him because chicks were just chicks to us. Not with June.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I growled and stomped past them up the steps. I heard Chaz punch him and cuss him out for being such a punk. Even Manny was griping at him. I stormed back into my bedroom and slammed the door.

Tossing myself onto the bed, I pulled a pillow over my face and passed out.

June

I’d finally been discharged that afternoon but still hadn’t heard from Bobby. My heart sank to think that he didn’t want to see me. Momma took me back to the house so I could rest. After a hot shower, I threw on an oversized tee and slipped into bed. I didn’t have any energy, not even to look for underwear.

Just as I was about to drift off, Momma poked her head in. “Baby girl, I’m going to work. Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you later tonight.” I waved as she closed the door behind her and fell asleep.

When I woke back up, it was dark in my room and I heard a door close. A minute later, my bedroom door creaked open and someone came to the bed. I didn’t have to be able to see to know that it was Bobby. His scent flooded my senses, and I wanted him to touch me so badly. I could hear him removing his clothes and my heart rate quickened.

He lifted the blanket and slid underneath, pushing me toward the wall with his hip. My breath caught when his hand rubbed across my belly and rested on my ribs. I placed my own hand over his and stroked it gently. His lips found my neck and he sucked it softly. When he rolled onto his side to access it better, I felt his erection poking into my side.

I turned onto my side to face him and our lips met passionately. His sadness, anger, and apology were all wrapped up in his kiss. I matched it with my own sadness, confusion, and acceptance of his apology. With Bobby, we didn’t need words. Our bodies told the story for us. He groaned when I reached down and gripped his length. A little drop of pre-cum seeped out of the top and I used my thumb to spread it over the tip.

Breaking our kiss, he turned me on my back once again. This time, he maneuvered his way between my sore thighs. He took hold of my hand that was still stroking his shaft and pulled it above my head. His fingers trailed all the way back down my body back to his cock, and he teased my wet folds with it.

I shivered and moaned, “Bobby, please—”

Before I could even finish my plea, he was pushed all the way to the hilt inside me. His lips crashed back to mine as he pounded into me like there was no tomorrow. My climax was nearing fast, and when his thumb found my clit, I convulsed wildly with my orgasm. Tears slid out of the corners of my eyes. Seconds later, he followed me and burst his heat into me.

He collapsed over me, petting my hair and kissing my neck. It was very animalistic in nature, and I curled into him, unable to get enough of his tenderness. My fingers found his hair and scratched his scalp.

“I love you, Bobby,” I whispered into his ear.

He tensed and pulled away from me. Quickly pecking me on the lips, he whispered against my lips, “June Bug.” And just as quickly as he’d slipped into my room, he was out of the bed, dressed, and back out the door.

Rolling over, I sobbed at his loss.

After a bit, I got up and showered again. I was going to go over and see him after I got some food into me. Once out of the shower, I found a strapless dress I knew he would like and stepped into my cowboy boots. I styled my hair into some sexy waves that fell down my back and applied a heavier than normal amount of makeup. If I was going to fix this rift between us, I needed to make him want me. I ate a quick bite and took off down to his house.

The walk in the warm Texas air only took a few minutes to get there. When I got closer, I heard music playing and several guys laughing at one another. As I came from the shadows, they all grew quiet. All three of the very good-looking men gawked at me.

“Hey, guys. Is Bobby inside?” I asked. “I’m June.”

One of them grinned at me and walked over, extending his hand. “I’m Chaz, Bobby’s best friend.” I shook it and smiled at him.

The one who looked to be foreign shook my hand next. “I’m Manny.”

“Hi, Manny. It’s nice to meet you.”

The third guy, who happened to be shirtless and nearly as hot as Bobby, came over to me.

“I’m Donnie. We’ve spoken already. Remember, I’m going to steal you away from Bobby,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me. Instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me to him and hugged me tight, nearly knocking the wind out of me.

When the front door slammed shut behind us, I jumped and Donnie pulled away, laughing. Bobby was glaring at us—pissed.

“I can see you two have become fast friends,” he spat. I shivered at his tone and bit my lip.

“Cool your shit, Bobby. Donnie’s just messing with your ass,” Chaz explained to him. “Come on. Let’s get you a drink.” He dragged a fuming Bobby back into the house while I fought to keep my tears at bay.

Bobby

I was really on edge tonight. When I woke up from my nap, I had to see her. She was at home from the hospital and I had to make love to her. There was so much I wanted to say to her, but I just didn’t have the words. Apparently she felt the same way because our lovemaking was intense and thick with emotion. I was an ass for leaving her there afterwards, but I needed to get away.

And now, here she was, looking like an angel, and I was still being a prick. Stupid-ass Donnie was pushing my buttons tonight. We’d end the night in a fistfight, I could feel it. Chaz brought me back into the house and put something into my hand.

“Here. I think you need one of these,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. I opened my palm to see two pills. Not even caring what they were or what the repercussions might be, I tossed both of them back. Chaz handed me a glass of Jack and Coke so I could chase the pills down.

“So I guess you guys met June.” I couldn’t help but sound bitter at the thought of sharing her with anyone.

“Yeah. She seems like a great girl. I can tell she’s the one for you. You look at her like I look at Neve. It’s love, man.”

I chugged some more of my drink and looked up at him. “I do love her, but I am so messed up mentally right now. How can I be there for her when I am barely holding on right now?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but getting all pissy and pushing her away won’t make anything better. Now get out there and claim your woman before Donnie does.” He chuckled, hoping to make light of the situation, but I just slammed my fist through the wall, surprising both of us. “Shit! Dude, you need to calm the fuck down. If your mom were here right now, she’s whop you upside the head for doing that shit.”

Thankfully, Mom had gone on to her hotel.

“Come on,” I growled, gesturing for him to go back outside with me.

When we got back outside, Manny was sitting on the step. June was swinging on the porch swing, having a hushed conversation with Donnie, who was leaning against the rails with his arms crossed. His serious look passed when he saw me, and he grinned smugly at me. I wanted to punch him in the fucking lip.

Stomping past him, I heaved myself into the swing with June. Everyone was silent for a few minutes. I could feel the effects of the pills starting to creep up on me fast, urging stupid shit to fall from my lips.

“Do you want to fuck him?” I asked nonchalantly.

June jerked her head toward me, tears already forming in her eyes. Reaching for my face, she whispered, “No, Bobby. I only want you.” I swatted her hand away, and she clutched her midsection, leaning forward like she might be sick.

Things were starting to spin and blur. Donnie was glaring at me now, but he could go fuck himself for all I cared.

“Give him your fuckin’ panties,” I slurred, my accent starting to shine through.

“That’s enough, Bobby,” she tearfully replied, standing up.

Donnie had already taken a step forward, ready to punch my ass. I could hear Chaz and Manny trying to keep things from escalating.

Reaching over, I lifter her dress, baring her ass to everyone, and tore her panties from her body before anyone had any time to react. She was jerking her dress back down when I tossed the shredded material over to Donnie.

“Here. She wanted you to have these,” I spat and stood, ready to square off with his advancing fury. Manny stood and grabbed ahold of June’s elbows, whispering assurances to her. Did he want to fuck her too?

Donnie fisted my shirt and brought me to his face. “You have fucking lost your mind, Bobby. Cool your shit!” he boomed, spittle showering my face.

When I saw Manny and June walk off into the darkness of the yard, I went ballistic.

“Manny, don’t touch her, you motherfucker! That’s my girl! I will fucking kill you if you touch her!” I screamed, struggling to get away from Donnie so that I could tear off after Manny. He was having a hard time holding me still, and I broke free, running into the yard after him.

Chaz and Donnie were shouting after me as I ran toward them. I grabbed Manny’s shoulders and spun him around, swinging a fist hard into his face. He crumpled to the ground without a peep.

“What is wrong with you?” June screeched and started to run from me. Fuck that. Chasing after her, I struggled to keep up with her. She ran easily off ahead of me. I was too fucked up to catch her. Just as she disappeared from my line of vision, someone tackled me from behind, knocking us to the ground.

Donnie straddled me and began punching the shit out of me until I blacked out.

June

By the time I made it to my porch, I was sobbing hysterically. What the hell had just happened? Bobby was messed up again on pills and alcohol. That, coupled with his distressed state because of his dad, made him uncontrollable. When he tore my panties from me, I had been incredibly embarrassed but mostly worried about what he’d become since his dad died. He was suffering mentally, and my heart ached for him.

Manny had only tried to help me and ended up getting punched for no reason.

I finally made it home and changed into some yoga pants. I was just pulling a tank on when I heard a knock on the door. My heart beat wildly as I worried about Bobby being on the other side, still pissed.