Bohemian Girl (Southern Girl Series Book 1)

by Georgia Cates

  She kisses every inch of my face as though I’m going to disappear. “I missed you, too.”

  I carry her through the front door and kick it closed with my foot. We land on the sofa, her on top of me.

  “Being apart was awful, wasn’t it? Tell me that it wasn’t just me.”

  I can’t remember ever being more miserable. “Being without you for so long was fucking brutal.”

  She grasps my face and her mouth descends on mine. Our teeth bump but it doesn’t stop our tongues from rolling in waves against each other.

  Now, this is one helluva greeting. I hope I always get this kind of heated reunion from her.

  “Sorry. I’m a little excited. I had the whole drive here to think about what it was going to be like to see you again.”

  Six hours of driving gives you time to think about a lot of things.

  “Bridgette and Warren want to go out for dinner before the concert. It’s their first outing since Tripp was born and they want to make the most of it.”

  Lawrence grinds her pelvis against me. “Dinner before the show means that we won’t have time to play.”

  I would love to have some playtime with her right now. “I’ll tell them we can’t make it for dinner.”

  “I hate to do that. I’m sure they’re looking forward to a kid-free night.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.”

  She sighs loudly and I know it’s a sign she’s conceding. “We’ll go; I don’t want to disappoint them.”

  “We have two days. We’ll make it count.”

  She holds up her hand displaying three fingers. “We actually have three. I asked Winter to take Monday so I could stay over Sunday night too.”

  Three nights with Lawrence instead of two. “That’s fantastic news.”

  “What time are we going to dinner?”

  “Supposed to meet them in an hour but traffic will probably be chaotic. Can you be ready to go in thirty minutes?”

  “Even if I put on a little makeup I can be ready in fifteen.”

  “Beautiful and low maintenance. Love it.”

  Bridgette used to piss me off so bad taking forever to get ready. That’s Warren’s problem now.

  As promised, Lawrence is ready in fifteen minutes and lovely as ever. “Denim shorts and a tank top okay for the restaurant and an outdoor concert?”

  “It’s a bar and grill that serves vegan. Very casual so you look perfect.”

  I lean against the back of the couch and pull her to stand between my legs. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as I slip my hands into the back pockets of her shorts, squeezing her booty. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

  “I am too.”

  “I’ve been working on Oliver, getting him used to seeing me fully committed to a girlfriend. You may not know it but I walk the line for you. And it’s a fine one.”

  “A fine line, huh? I like that.” Lawrence puts her hands on my chest and rubs my nipples through my T-shirt. “You’re with Ollie almost every day. When you feel as though he’s ready to hear about us, I’m all in.”

  “He’s not there yet, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to wait too long either.”

  “Whatever you think is best for your working relationship.”

  I pull her close and inhale deeply. Damn, I’ve missed this smell. “This bar and grill has some great specialty drinks. Would you want to go on a little early and grab one?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “They’ll probably be late anyway. Bridge doesn’t have the best track record for being on time and adding another kid to the equation isn’t going to speed things up.”

  “Poor thing. We should go over there and help make things easier on them.”

  I look at the time. “We still can. It might help them get out the door a little faster.”

  Her eyes widen and she smiles. “Let’s do. I would love to see Aubrey again and meet little Tripp.”

  “All right. And then we can get them to chauffeur us so we can drink as much as we want without worrying about driving.”

  “Ain’t nobody got time for a DUI and rehab for a damn month to get out of it.”

  “I know that’s right.”

  She gasps when we walk out. “No! Someone has stolen Josephine.”

  Where does she come up with these damn names for her means of transportation? “Calm down. I moved Josephine around back while you were getting ready. We can’t leave her out front in case Oliver comes by.”

  Lawrence’s hand is over her heart as though she was truly about to have some kind of panic attack. “Right. I should have thought of that.”

  I follow Lawrence to the passenger door of my truck and open it for her. “Such a gentleman.”

  “You won’t call me that later tonight.”

  “I look forward to that.”

  Warren is the one who answers the door. “It’s gone to hell in a fucking handbasket.”

  No surprise there. “We suspected as much. That’s why we’re here.”

  “The babysitter is late, Bridgette can’t get ready because Tripp wants to nurse twenty-four-seven, I haven’t showered because Aubrey is acting out and doesn’t want us to leave.”

  Warren leans in and kisses the side of Lawrence’s cheek. “By the way, it’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry that you’re unsuspectingly walking into hell.”

  This carnival show is rolling on four flats. “What can we do to help?”

  “Whatever you’re willing to do.”

  Warren is too damn overwhelmed to even make that simple decision.

  Lawrence points at Warren. “You, go shower. Uncle Boudreaux, you entertain Bebelle. I’ll take Tripp so Bridgette can finish getting ready.”

  Warren nods. “That sounds like a fantastic plan.”

  Warren leaves and returns a moment later with Tripp, giving him to Lawrence. “Thank you for coming by and doing this. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I don’t know if we’d have ever made it out the door.”

  “We’re happy to help.”

  Lawrence isn’t a wife or mother but she came into this house and took control as though she was. She brought calm to the storm.

  She sits on the sofa with Tripp. Placing him on her lap, she bends over him and makes eye contact. “Hello there, little guy. Are you using your mama as a pacifier? I think you are.”

  Her voice is soft and soothing and it gains Tripp’s attention.

  He grasps her thumbs and she kisses his tiny fingers. “He’s so cute, Lucas.”

  “I told you he was awesome.”

  “He is indeed.” She picks him up and presses his cheek to hers. “What a precious little snuggle bug.”

  Aubrey runs into the room and tackles my leg. I pick her up and toss her into the air. “There’s my Bebelle. How is my girl?”

  “Good.”

  Aubrey looks over and sees Lawrence. “Wren.” I can’t believe she remembers calling her that.

  Aubrey goes to her when Lawrence holds out her arm, inviting her to sit next to her. “Come here and hug me, doll.”

  Aubrey snuggles under Lawrence’s arm like a chick beneath her mother’s wing. “What do you think of your little brother?”

  “He cries a lot. I wish he was a sister.”

  “I have a baby brother too. Well, he’s not a baby anymore but he was a long time ago. I didn’t like him much at first because he cried and stole my toys, but then he got a little older. And you know what happened?”

  “What?”

  “He became my best friend and he still is. I know you love Tripp even if you may not be crazy about him right now and that’s okay. It’ll change one day and Tripp will be your best friend.”

  “’Kay.”

  Aubrey takes off running and Lawrence shrugs. “Well, I tried.”

  “Good effort.”

  Lawrence strokes her finger down the center of Tripp’s face from his forehead, down the slope of his nose, over his lips, ending at his chin. He closes his eyes each time
she does it and before long, keeps them closed. “Is that baby voodoo?”

  “He’s fretful because he’s picking up on Bridgette’s anxiety. I’m just helping him relax.”

  Within minutes, Tripp is asleep.

  Lawrence brings his hand to her cheek and strokes it down her face. “Nothing is sweeter than a baby.”

  Shit. She loves babies. She is a natural with babies.

  Bridgette could be right. I may end up losing Lawrence because she wants things that I can’t give her.

  Things I won’t give her.

  18

  Lawrence Thorn

  The food at the bar and grill was delicious. The drinks were to die for and the concert was one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while. It’s been an excellent night although I’ve probably had more to drink than I should have.

  Bridgette stops the car in front of Lucas’s house. “Tonight was so much fun. I’m glad you were able to come, Lawrence.”

  “It was fun. Thank you again for giving us your extra tickets.”

  “Thank you for coming to our rescue earlier tonight. We’d probably still be trying to get out the door if you hadn’t.”

  “Happy to help.”

  Lucas opens his door and I slide over to get out behind him. “Thanks for the ride. We’ll come by and get my truck tomorrow.”

  “Whenever.”

  I wrap my arms around Lucas from behind while he digs for the keys in his pocket. “You are the first woman I’ve ever brought around them.”

  “Really?”

  “Swear.”

  “I hope I made a good impression.”

  “No worries. You did.”

  “They’re fun. And Bridgette cracks me up.”

  “She doesn’t have a filter.”

  “Something about this situation feels familiar.” I slide my hand into the front of his jeans and rub my hand up and down his cock. “I recall someone putting his hand in my panties while I was trying to open the door. I was so distracted I could hardly get it open.”

  “Definitely distracting.” He manages to get the key into the lock. “Mmm… damn, that feels good.”

  His cock grows harder and thicker and longer in my hand. “I think someone is glad to see me.”

  He swings the door wide. “I’ll be gladder to see you naked in my bed.”

  Twisting in my arms, he grabs my waist and pulls me against him as we clumsily pass through the entrance. “I want you in my bed right now.”

  “I’m good with that.”

  Lucas walks backward, kissing me the whole way while we strip out of our clothes. Both of us are naked by the time we make it to his bed. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. Always you.”

  “Slow and sweet? Or fast and furious?”

  I guess most women would choose to make slow, sweet love after being apart for eleven days, but I’m in the mood for something heated and passionate.

  “Fuck me hard this time. We’ll take our time making love later.”

  “Woman, you’re hotter than a damn firecracker.” He kisses up my neck until his mouth covers my ear. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Ass up, baby.”

  “Oooh, sounds dirty. Me likey.”

  He slaps my naked ass and it stings, but not painfully. Whatever he has in mind, I’m in.

  “Do it, boho girl.” His voice is gruff. Demanding. Hot. “Face the headboard.”

  I crawl onto my all fours and do as he instructs. I feel the bed move when he crawls over me from behind. Hot skin is all I feel, except for the huge erection pressing against my butt cheek.

  Pressing his lips against the back of my neck, he peppers my skin with kisses as he slowly moves to my shoulder. His teeth graze me and chills erupt over my entire body. My back arches as though I have no control over it. The way he makes my body respond is insane.

  Squirming beneath him, I rub my ass from side to side against his erection. One hand creeps around to my stomach and then moves lower where he begins to stroke me in that most delightful place. Each and every nerve ending from my waist down becomes ignited by his petting.

  “Hands on the headboard and lock your elbows.”

  Oh shit. What is he going to do to me?

  His hand abandons me in the front and his fingers toy with me from behind. They slide in and out softly and slowly at first but then his caress transitions into quick, jerky motions very much like tapping vibrations against the pleasure center nestled beneath my pelvic bone.

  Holy shit, what is he doing? And why has no one ever done this to me before?

  The tension in my body builds and my back stiffens. I’m trembling, waiting, biting my lip in desperation for whatever is coming.

  “You are about to come so hard.”

  Fuck, he ain’t lying.

  I’m a shuddering mess when the first wave hits. “Ohh… ohh… ohh.”

  The quaking begins in my core. Heat spreads. Nerves tingle. Muscles deep inside vibrate a series of contracting and relaxing. It’s too many sensations to withstand at once.

  This orgasm owns me.

  He owns me.

  “Tell me, boho girl. I want to hear you say it.”

  I know what he’s asking for. I don’t have to be told.

  “I’m yours,” I groan through gritted teeth as the sensation radiates down between my legs and finishes me off.

  He kisses me between my shoulder blades. “That’s my good girl.”

  I collapse face down on the bed, panting, and completely spent.

  “Not yet. We aren’t done.”

  But I want to lie here and bask in the bliss of my orgasmic aftermath.

  He wraps his arm around my waist and helps me back onto my hands and knees. “Assume the position. Hands on the headboard and don’t bend your elbows.”

  Let’s be honest about this. I’ll do whatever this man tells me to do in this moment.

  Pushing my knees apart with his own, he positions himself at my entrance and burrows into me hard and fast. He grasps my hips, his fingertips holding my flesh tightly as he pounds into me over and over from behind.

  I told him to fuck me hard. Well, he listened.

  He slows to a stop and his panting fills the room. “Lie on your stomach.”

  I lower my body to the bed and his body stretches over mine. His chest and stomach, wet with sweat, sticks to me. Gripping my chin, he turns my head to the side and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re precious to me.”

  His knees go to the outside of my thighs and force my legs together—not his usual method of spreading me wide. He rubs his tip through my slit and pushes against me but doesn’t go in. “Arch your back and tilt your ass up.”

  After a little repositioning, he glides inside of me easily. He presses my hips against the bed, pounding me into the mattress each time he thrusts deeper.

  And oh my. This is different. And very good.

  His breath is ragged in my ear. His thrusts become slower but still hard and deep. “I’m gonna come inside you.”

  “Do it. I want it.”

  He drives into me hard one last time and groans. His sounds when he comes are always so primal. Manly.

  He rests his forehead on the back of my head and his warm, quick breath permeates my hair. “That was amazing.”

  He pulls out and rolls to his back, taking me with him to lie against his chest. I hitch my leg over his, and he rubs his hand up and down my thigh until he reaches my cheek and squeezes. “Damn, baby. That was good. I may not mind the miles between us if it means we get to reunite like that every time.”

  My fingers make a game of twirling the hair on his stomach. “The distance does initiate some damn good sex.”

  His hand finds mine and intertwines our fingers. “Bridgette is very fond of you. She told me that I should hold on to you tightly.”

  “And will you?”

  He squeezes my hand. “I’m going to hold on to you as tightly as you’ll let me.”

  “Good answer.”

 
; We have a lot of factors working against us. I’m not sure we have a fighting chance but I want to give it my all.

  “What are our plans for tomorrow?”

  “Anything you want.”

  “Ollie took me to the farmers’ market one time. I wouldn’t mind going back. I’d love to cook a vegan meal for you while I’m here.”

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  “Would you want to invite Bridgette, Warren, and the kids?”

  I like being around them. I’m probably the first girlfriend in history to ever enjoy spending time with her boyfriend’s ex-wife.

  “I’d love to invite them. They have me over all the time and I never return the favor. I’m sure it’ll be a nice treat to have someone cook dinner for them for a change.”

  “The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. You should invite them to go to the farmers’ market with us.”

  “I’ll ask.”

  A long yawn escapes my mouth.

  “Someone’s tired.”

  “I am.” The long drive and our night out drinking have stolen my pep.

  Lucas turns onto his side the bed and cuddles behind me. Spooning—such a relationshippy thing to do.

  He kisses the back of my head. “Sweet dreams, boho girl.”

  “Aubrey, what would you like for dinner?”

  This could get tricky. I’ve never cooked for kids.

  “Pizza,” she says.

  Lucas pats her on top of the head. “Lawrence is cooking for us tonight. She wants to fix something special for you.”

  “Pizza,” she squeals.

  Bridgette sighs. “That child and her eating habits are going to be the death of me.”

  I’m no gourmet chef but I want this dinner to be great. “I was thinking grilled vegetable galettes. I can make a pizza version for Aubrey.”

  Bridgette stops pushing Tripp’s stroller. “That’s sweet of you to offer but you don’t have to go to that trouble.”

  It may be silly but I want to win Aubrey’s approval. She’s so important to Lucas. “It’s no trouble. I’ll puree her vegetables into the sauce and make a smiley face with the soy cheese. It’ll be the healthiest pizza that she’s ever had and she’ll love every bite.”