Southern Seduction (136 page)

“What?” I snapped as a greeting.

“Baby, hear me out,” Markwayne begged.

“You lost the right to call me baby when you punched me in the nose and kicked me in the ribs, Markwayne.”

“I know, dammit, and I am so sorry, Ju Ju. Come home so we can work this out. I love you.”

Sneering at his love confession, I spoke my words carefully so that he wouldn’t miss any of it. “Listen up, Markwayne. We are through. Don’t call me. Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Keep yer ass away from the diner too. I don’t want to see you. EVER. AGAIN.”

I didn’t give him an opportunity to beg anymore and hung up. Scrolling through the songs on my iPhone, I settled on the newest Alice in Chains album and drifted off.

“Wake up, Ju Ju! They’ll be here soon!” Momma shouted from my doorway.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up, confused. “Who, Momma?”

“Well, I called Mr. Acer to see if he enjoyed the cookies. He told me that Bobby was back! I figure this called for a celebration and invited them both over for dinner. It’s almost ready and they’ll be here any minute. You might want to freshen up before they get here. I still can’t believe you saw him and didn’t tell me. You two were so close, and you were devastated when he left. I would’ve figured you would be dying to tell me he was here.”

“Ugh! Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” I told her, ignoring the last part. She scooted out of my room, closing the door behind her.

After a quick shower, I scrunched my hair with some gel and applied a little makeup. I found some clean jeans along with my Ramones t-shirt and dressed. Hearing voices in the living room, I finally made my way out of my room.

Mr. Acer and Momma were laughing about something, so they both were too preoccupied to notice the way Bobby and I drank each other up. He’d clearly taken a shower as well and gotten impossibly hotter. His longish, obviously dyed-black hair was styled in a messy way on top of his head. He had shaved his face, and I had the desire to run my palm across his cheek. I had to keep my tongue in my mouth as I unabashedly checked out the way his tight black t-shirt stretched across his sculpted chest. He had on a different pair of jeans this time that were incredibly holey. His red Chucks poked out from underneath, and I suppressed a giggle at seeing them.

“Hey, June Bug. You look beautiful tonight,” he spoke softly, walking up to me. Every time he talked or stood near me, my heart pounded like it was going to beat out of my chest.

“Hey, uh, yourself. Thanks,” I stammered. The breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding rattled out when he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing it gently. I tried to pull my hand from his, but he gripped it tighter. He was studying me with such intensity that I almost couldn’t take the scrutiny and squirmed a little under his gaze.

“The Ramones?” He quirked up a dark eyebrow with his question. His gaze fell to my chest and I breathed heavily knowing that he was looking at my breasts.

“Yeah, so?”

“I fucking love the Ramones. It surprises me though. I kind of had you pegged for a Carrie Underwood or Keith Urban kind of girl.”

“One more reason why I don’t belong in this town,” I muttered under my breath.

Bobby’s eyes darkened at my honest admission, and I could see the questions dancing all over his face. He had no idea how lifeless I felt in this shitty town.

“I want to take you for a walk after dinner, June. We need to catch up.”

“That sounds nice, Bobby.”

Bobby

I could barely sit still through dinner in anticipation of talking more to June. Through dinner, I learned that she was going through a divorce—thankfully—from that asshole. I also discovered that she worked at the diner. Other than that, I had yet to find out what made June
June
. She hardly ever smiled, and when she did, it never reached her eyes. I’d give anything to see the smile I remembered from when we were kids.

Finally, after dessert and coffee, Dad mentioned that he was tired. I was happy to see him smiling so much. Even though I knew he was dying, he looked better tonight for some reason.

“Thank you for dinner, Dottie,” I said.

She grinned and gave me a big hug. “Any time, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re back with your dad. June missed you so much too.” June’s face reddened at her mom’s confession.

“June, I need to take Dad home. Want to meet at the mailbox in fifteen minutes?”

She nodded and smiled at the mention of our old meeting place. I hurried out with Dad to get him to bed so I could get back to that beautiful woman. My June Bug.

I approached the mailbox quietly and drank in the blond-haired beauty. She’d changed into a spaghetti-strapped sundress and had those damn sexy-as-hell cowboy boots on. My feet crunching on the gravel caused her to swivel around to face me. The moonlight reflected on her face, giving her an ethereal glow.

Not giving her an option, I took her hand in mine, threading our fingers together, and led her down the dirt road. We walked in silence for several minutes. June stopped and pulled me toward a field.

“This way,” she whispered as she led me through the waist-high grass. At a clearing, she let go of my hand to sit down where the grass wasn’t as high. I followed suit and sat close to her.

“You come here a lot?” I asked.

She nodded as she stretched out her silky-smooth legs out in front of her. As she played with a blade of grass in her lap, my attention was brought to the fact that her already short dress had risen up her thighs. My hand slid over to her lap and rested on her upper leg. She shivered but didn’t push it away.

“Yeah, I come here often when I want to clear my thoughts. This is the last place you tackled me after chasing me with that damn beetle. I always felt sort of closer to you by coming here. That day in this field, you made me so mad,” she admitted.

I remembered the day clearly. It was the first time she’d cried and also the moment I’d wanted to kiss her. She turned to look at me since I was still silent. Her face was devoid of any emotion.

“What happened, June? You seem like a shell of yourself. What makes you so unhappy?”

Her eyes darted to mine and I saw it, just briefly—a piece of the June I remembered. She quickly masked it with indifference.

“Nothin’ happened. Absolutely nothin’. That’s the problem, Bobby. I just drift through the motions. I’m a fuckin’ waitress at a diner who lives with her mother because her soon-to-be ex-husband whipped up on her. My life is nothin’. I am nothin’.”

No tears. No sadness. Just a statement.

“What do you want to do? There has to be something that interests you. If you hate the town, just move away. Come back to Vegas with me. I can totally see you as a Vegas showgirl,” I teased, hoping to get a real smile. I was disappointed when she didn’t reward me with one. There was something wrong with her, and it made me sick inside that she seemed so indifferent.

“I considered going to college. But I have no idea what I would even do.” She’d completely ignored my Vegas showgirl comment and I frowned.

“I’m going to help you,” I declared and rubbed a circle on the outside of her thigh with my thumb.

“Help me with what?” she asked, a look of hope in her eyes.

“We’re going to find what makes you tick. Everyone deserves to find their passion in life. Mine is music. I’d die without it. My guitar is like an extension of who I am.”

“You know how to play the guitar?” A genuine smile played on her lips, and I almost ran back to the fucking house to fetch it.

“A little,” I teased. Clearly she hadn’t heard of The Aces.

“I can’t wait to hear you play.”

This was the June I remembered, and before I could stop myself, I crashed my lips to hers. My kiss was aggressive, and I pushed her down to the grass so I could lean over her. Her hands made their way up to my hair as she threaded her fingers through it. Pressing my erection just below her pubic bone, I ground myself to her.

“Bobby,” she moaned with her Southern drawl. Her legs wrapped themselves around my hips, allowing me better access. We continued to suck and taste each other as our bodies rubbed against one another. My hand inched up her dress to her belly.

“I want you so fucking bad, June Bug.”

As an answer, she thrust her hips up to me. I sat up on my knees and pulled off my shirt. She bit her lip as she looked me over. Her hands made their way up to her straps and she slipped them off of her shoulders. Hungry to see more, I grabbed ahold of them and pulled her dress down her body down past her breasts, which were spilling out of her pink bra.

Warring between removing the dress off completely and touching her tits, I finally yanked it the rest of the way off so I could appreciate her entire body.

“No fucking way,” I muttered in disbelief. Confused, she sat up on her elbows to see what the problem was. When she saw me looking at her tattoo just below her waistline near her hipbone, a tiny smile formed on her lips. A tiny black-inked beetle graced her otherwise flawless skin. My thumb instantly swept across it and she gasped.

“You have one too.” Her voice was shaky as she made the observation.

Mine was a little different than hers, but they were similar in size and both were all black. Leaning over, I kissed it and she shivered. Slowly, I dragged my lips across her skin to her panties, where I inhaled her sweet smell. I nipped the fabric with my teeth. Her hips bucked upwards, following my mouth. I chuckled at her, earning a teasing slap to the head.

Not wasting any more time, I removed her panties in one swoop, taking the boots off with them. She reached behind and unhooked her bra. Tossing it aside, she revealed her large, perky breasts. My cock was straining to come out and play. Spreading her legs before me, I dragged my tongue slowly between her folds, loving her taste.

Her whimpers only encouraged me to pick up my pace. This was something I most certainly did not do with the groupies—or anyone for that matter. Tasting a woman like this should be reserved for someone you truly care about, and June was that woman. Needing more of her, I pushed two fingers inside of her, not slowing my dancing tongue. Her pussy was tight but incredibly wet. The third finger took a little maneuvering to get in, and I wondered how she would be able to take my large size.

“That’s it, June Bug. Come for me,” I growled and then continued my motions. Her breaths were coming out ragged and uneven, indicating that she was close. A loud moan escaped her lips, and I felt her clenching hard around my fingers. I didn’t stop until she’d ridden out all of the aftershocks.

Needing to touch her breasts, I moved up to one and sucked it into my mouth. I paid the other one attention by gently pinching the nipple.

“Please, Bobby. I need you right now,” she begged, still panting from moments before.

Wanting nothing more than to please her, I stood up and unfastened my jeans, letting them drop to my ankles. Kicking them and my shoes off, I then shoved my boxer briefs down and off my body as well. Kneeling back down if front of her, I admired her perfect body once again.

I leaned back over her, pressing my dick against her pussy, and kissed her hard on the lips. She wrapped her legs around me and urged me to enter her by pulling me closer to her. Suddenly remembering that my wallet was on the dresser at the house, I cursed.