Southern Seduction (100 page)

"You make me so damn crazy," he says around my lips before wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling my mouth to his again. My hands are gripping his shirt, trying to pull him even closer to me. I don't ever want this to end. I have no idea how long we stay like this, kissing each other almost desperately, but finally Wyatt's hands let go of my hair, traveling down my back to grip my ass. Once he has a good hold on me, he carries me back to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and laying me down on the bed. He slowly undresses me before shedding his own clothes and climbing on top of me. I'm more than ready for him, and after sliding the condom over his erection, his eyes meet mine, silently asking if it's okay before he slams inside of me hard and holds himself still, buried deep inside as he allows me to get used to his size before he really starts to move. As pleasure takes me under my last coherent thought is that I came to college content with the idea that I never wanted more from anyone, until I met him.

Thank you to my husband and kids, for allowing me short spurts (ha!) of time so that I can get writing done. Even bigger thanks to my mom for letting me take a "vacation" at her house so that I could actually do the writing I needed to get done! And, for putting up with my crazy while I was trying to get Wyatt and Peyton's story out.

My betas, Bianca, Bianca, Adriana, Mel and Crystal for reading (and for begging/threatening) as I wrote. Your suggestions always make my stories better, and y'all are my biggest cheerleaders!

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Charlotte

I watched Kaylie as she scoured the internet in search of an apartment for her and Jackson’s move to New York and couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at her excitement. I knew it made me a bitch, but I just couldn’t stop myself from feeling this way. Graduation was just around the corner, and she had a plan for what she was going to do, where she was going to do it, and who she was going to be with while she was doing it. At the start of the semester, she’d had no clue, but everything had just fallen into place for her since she met Jackson. He’d worked hard to make sure that it had done so.

Don’t get me wrong. I was beyond thrilled that Kaylie had found Jackson. That he had managed to break down her walls and get her to see that life was worth living again. I wanted the best that life had to offer for my best friend. I really did. I just wanted it for myself too.

I couldn’t wrap my head around the decision I needed to make. After four long years, Shane couldn’t wait to get me back home so that we could finally be together without the distance that had separated us for so long. And I wanted to be with him so much. Both of us had put a lot of effort into making sure our relationship survived while I was away at school. And now that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I just wasn’t sure that I wanted to go back home and live my life in our small Tennessee hometown.

Moving there the summer before my senior year of high school had been difficult for me, but my parents had to do what was right for our whole family. My parents had inherited the bar from a great-uncle we hardly even knew, my Nanny’s brother. And boy, doesn’t that make us really Southern, calling my grandma Nanny because her name is Annie. As if having six siblings didn’t make us hillbilly enough when I was growing up in Knoxville, Tennessee. When my parents found out he had left them a huge, rambling house along with the bar, it was a no-brainer for them. They moved us all a little farther south to a much smaller town where everyone knew each other because their families had lived there forever. And I got to spend my final year of high school feeling like an outsider before I headed out of town for college.

The one bright spot while I was there was Shane. I met him my first week of school and was instantly smitten. Not that I let him know how into him I was right away. He was the guy that every girl wanted, so I had to play hard to get just a teensy bit. He sure did make the chase worth my while once he caught me. Unfortunately, that just gave the other girls at school a reason not to like me other than my not growing up there with all of them.

They sure didn’t warm up to me when Shane and I continued to date while I was away at school either. I was the outsider who’d swooped in and stolen their most eligible bachelor away and then had the gall to go to college out of state without letting him go. Which led me to my current problem—did I really want to spend the rest of my life around people who had made it clear that they thought I didn’t belong in their town and that I certainly didn’t deserve to be with Shane?

Shane

After four long years, the time had finally come for Charlotte to graduate from college. There had been times over the years that I’d wanted to jump into my pickup truck and drag her ass back home where it belonged—with me. But how could I have done that when I’d known damn well that she wouldn't be happy without earning that piece of paper that meant so much to her parents? She was the oldest and they wanted her to set an example for her younger brothers and sisters. And if it had just been that, I might not have resisted the urge to go get her, but I’d also known that she’d needed the time away from this town to spread her wings so she would be ready to come back to me and settle down.

People around these parts didn't always take to newcomers very quickly, so things had been tough for Char when she moved here as a senior in high school. I was pretty sure I hadn't made things any easier for her by setting my sights on her right away either. The girls didn't like that I had gone after her like a dog in heat, but shit if I could have helped myself. She had been so different from all the other girls, not giving a damn that I was interested until I made her pay attention. She’d made me work for it, and I’d enjoyed the chase a helluva lot.

Maybe if any of the other girls around these parts hadn't been so damn easy, I would have wanted one of them instead, but I didn't think so. There was just something about my sassy redheaded girl that made every part of me stand up and take notice. Before I knew it, she had me wrapped around her finger and acting like a pussy-whipped fool. Hell, she had me doing all sorts of things that were out of character—like agreeing to a long-distance relationship so I wouldn't lose her. I'd never been good at waiting. But for Char, I'd wait just about forever.

Hell, she had even gotten me into a suit for today. I was stuck sitting here in the audience with the sun beaming down on me in a damn monkey suit, waiting for her to walk across the stage to get her diploma. At least I hadn't budged on wearing my boots. I'd even agreed to give her youngest sister a ride in the truck all the way up here when she had turned those bright green eyes at me with a huge pout on her face that made me think of Char. I just hadn’t been able say no, even though it’d meant I had to drive slower and didn't get here in time to see my girl before she had to be here with the rest of her class. So I sent her a quick text before we hit the road to wish her luck today because I wasn't going to get to see her until it was all over. She promised to make it up to me since she knew how happy I had made her sister. And boy, did Char know how to make things up to me. I could almost picture her on her knees in front of me, her hair fisted in my hands as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

I tried to adjust myself as subtly as I could now that I'd managed to give myself the hard-on from hell. Fuck, I couldn't think about that right now, sitting here surrounded by her family. But it had been almost two months since we had been together. Those damn Skype calls just didn't cut it when we had to go without for so long. Sure, they were fun and sexy and they helped us get over the dry spell, but it just wasn't the same as sinking inside of her. And there I went again, except now I was picturing my dick in her pussy instead of her mouth. I had no fucking idea how the hell I was supposed to make it through the day without getting at least a little taste of her, but I was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen. Not until I could get her alone back home. This was going to be one of the longest days of my life. And that was saying a lot considering how slowly the last four years had crept by.

The sound of Char's name being announced ripped me out of my fog. I leaned forward a bit, determined not to miss a moment of her walk across stage. She looked fantastic, even in that ridiculous robe and cap. Her red hair flowed down her back, a huge smile was spread across her face, and her legs looked incredible in the black fuck-me heels she was wearing. I glanced over at her mom and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Her dad stood next to her, hooting and hollering wildly for his baby girl. I jumped to my feet to join in and realized we were probably embarrassing the shit out of her, but it didn't matter. I wasn't the only one excited to have her come back home.