Neighbor Girl (Southern Girl Series Book 2)

by Georgia Cates

  I giggle, adding, “It especially says a lot when he insists on meeting your father who is a Southern Baptist preacher.”

  Ivy bursts into laughter. “Oh my God. Oliver is dating a preacher’s daughter.”

  “He wasn’t at all scared off by my daddy being a preacher. He even survived the Adelyn-was-raised-in-the-way-of-the-Lord talk.”

  “How did meeting your parents go?” Mrs. Thorn asks.

  “They liked Oliver very much. They were very impressed.”

  Which was a totally different scenario with Martin. They didn’t care for him at all. My daddy would have had a heart attack had he known we were living together outside the boundaries of marriage.

  “Ollie went through a bit of a rough patch after his last girlfriend. Most of his relationships since Eden haven’t lasted more than a night.”

  Right. His one-night stands. “He’s told me about his wild streak.”

  “It’s been three years and you’re the first woman he’s had any interest in dating. You can’t imagine how happy I am about this. I really want it to work out.”

  “Me too. I like Oliver.” A lot. I think we could be really good together.

  I have almost everything I could desire. A successful job. A fine car. A beautiful place to live. But four years is a long time to come home to an empty house.

  I want more. I’m ready for a man who’s interested in sharing a life together. Maybe a husband. Maybe a father for children. I could see Oliver fitting into all three of those roles.

  “I found happiness, and I want that for my brother too.” Lawrence lights up when her husband comes into the kitchen. “And right here is the source of my happiness.”

  I can see why Lawrence would be happy. Lucas is loving and he treats her well. Not to mention that he is one good-looking Cajun. But to me, Oliver is hotter.

  “I like walking in on conversations where I hear I’m the source of your happiness.” Lucas kisses the side of Lawrence’s face. “But you know you’re mine too, babe.”

  They’re such a cute couple.

  “Did you get volunteered to make the beer run?”

  “Yes, I did, wife. And Oliver volunteered me to check on the guacamole.”

  “Tell him five minutes. Adelyn is cutting the avocados right now. And tell him I’m showing her how to make it just the way he likes it. Extra lime and cumin.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  These are the people Oliver is closest to. And they have made me feel so welcome in their circle. Everything about them is so honest and open. I feel like I can be me. The real me. Not the person who puts on a front and lies to hide my blatant sins as I do with Rachel and Michael Maxwell.

  It’s incredibly clear how much Oliver loves his family. And I can’t help but find that wonderful. Who wouldn’t want a man who loves and treats his family well? It’s a direct reflection of how I could expect him to treat and love me.

  I return to cutting avocados so my man can have his chips and guac.

  “Master the guacamole and you’ll win his heart for sure. He loves that stuff.”

  “I think Adelyn’s well on her way to winning his heart regardless. I know what I saw last night. He’s smitten with you. I’ve never seen him that way with a woman before. You’re special to him.”

  I love hearing how confident Mrs. Thorn is. Moms know.

  “I hope so. Because he’s very special to me.”

  Everything about our relationship feels like it has been put into forward motion. My thoughts. My feelings. My expectations.

  I’m dancing around the words but it doesn’t make them any less true.

  I’m falling in love with Oliver Thorn.

  I get off Oliver’s motorcycle and remove my helmet. “That was fun. I’m glad we decided to take the bike. I’ve wanted to ride again since the day you took me to the brewery.”

  “I’ll take you cruising anytime you want.”

  I lower the zipper of my leather riding jacket. “If we make a habit of this, I’m going to need my own jacket. This one squeezes my boobs so tight I can hardly breathe.”

  “Lucky jacket.”

  “Don’t be jealous. I’ll let you squeeze my boobs whenever you like.”

  “That’ll be hard to do if you’re at your place and I’m at mine.”

  I don’t want to be apart tonight, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to push for another sleepover. I’d be more comfortable if Oliver made that proposal.

  “What do you suggest we do about that?”

  “I want you to stay with me tonight.”

  “I would like that very much, but I need to go home and get a few things first.”

  “Doable. Want me to go with you?”

  The obsessed look in Martin’s eyes comes to mind. He intended on having me one way or another, and I’m not sure that being in Oliver’s chokehold changed his mind about that.

  I hate feeling like a frightened rabbit but I’m scared to go alone. “I think I’d feel more at ease if you went with me.”

  “I know I’d feel better if I went with you.”

  I have no worries about Oliver’s ability to protect me. He easily overpowered Martin. He literally held his life in his hands, in the crook of his arm to be exact. That doesn’t go unnoticed and the irony of Martin being the one forced into that subjugated position isn’t lost on me. Oliver Thorn is slowly capturing my heart with his concern for my safety.

  I’m not shaken to the core as I pack my bag this time. I even feel a little playful when I open my nightstand drawer and remove the box of condoms Oliver left. “Should I pack these?”

  He comes to me, takes the box from my hand, and slings it across the room. “Woman, you have ruined me forever. I will never voluntarily put one of those things on again.”

  He leans in and kisses that spot below my ear before reaching into my drawer and taking out my bullet. “But this, on the other hand, you should definitely pack. I can think of all kinds of fun uses for it.”

  My new black lace lingerie set, Oliver’s birthday gift, is still lying on the bed. “And this? Do you want your belated birthday gift tonight?”

  “I want it so fucking much that I’m well on my way to tenting my pants.”

  “It’s a little soon for that.”

  “No one says we have to wait until tonight. Don’t forget that my birthday was yesterday.”

  He kisses down my neck and slides his hand up my shirt. He palms my breast and thumbs my nipple, making it hard. “True, but since we missed celebrating it on the actual day, I would like to take the time to make it extra special for you.”

  He kisses my shoulder and lightly sucks my skin into his mouth. “You have no idea how badly I want to toss you across the bed and convince you we need to fuck right now. I could talk you into it, you know? You taught me how to do that.”

  It probably wouldn’t take much persuasion. “Yes. That’s what an alpha would do, but a good alpha recognizes what is important to his partner.” I point to my lace ensemble. “And wearing that for you is important to me.”

  “I’m sure you’d look beautiful in it but I like you wearing nothing pretty well too.”

  He is such a man. “It will be worth the wait. I will be worth the wait. Promise.”

  “My hard-on could provide at least a dozen good arguments against why waiting isn’t the best decision, but I can see it’s what you want. So we’ll wait.”

  I kiss him quickly. “You won’t be disappointed.”

  “Come on. We need to get out of here before I change my mind about throwing you on that bed.”

  I pick up the lingerie and place it in my bag. “It’s nice out. Want to take advantage of the pool before we go to your house?”

  “First, you won’t let me fuck you. And now you want to walk around in a bikini? Are you trying to torture me?”

  I can see how it may seem as though that’s my intention.

  “Sorry. It’s just that I don’t get many free weekends to take advantage of the p
ool.”

  “I’m kidding, Max. I would love to swim with you. But I am a man so no skinny-dipping.”

  “No worries. I’m very well aware of your manliness. It’s absolutely unmistakable.”

  Oliver is all male, all the time. And all mine.

  I can’t wait to have some of that manliness tonight.

  17

  Oliver Thorn

  Adelyn and I had a fun afternoon. I love spending time with my girl, talking and laughing, getting to know each other more. She does something to me. Something I can’t control. I stay hard around that woman. I want to fuck her every second we’re together.

  It’s heaven and hell at the same time.

  Adelyn thought it would be fun to cook dinner together. And it was, but I’ve had to talk my dick down all day. He and I are done waiting.

  I take the dish towel from Adelyn’s hand. “I’ll finish cleaning the kitchen. You go upstairs, put on the birthday present you bought for me, and get ready to be fucked raw.”

  “Thorn.” Her tone is coy but I know it’s an act. I’m speaking a language she understands fluently. Alpha.

  “Go, Max.” I grasp her shoulders and turn her around before smacking her on the ass. “Now.”

  “I need to shower first.”

  “No point. You’ll need a shower afterward with what I plan to do to you.” I’m going to fill that sweet little body of hers with my cum.

  “Trust me. A shower is necessary so give me twenty minutes.”

  Twenty minutes? “Fuck, no. I’ll give you ten and not a minute more.”

  She spins around and pokes her finger into my chest. “Don’t you dare come upstairs before fifteen.”

  I can be in and out of the shower in five. “Why so long?”

  “I want to be perfect for you.”

  “You’re already perfect for me.”

  She lifts her arms and wrinkles her nose. “I’m sweaty and sticky from being outside.”

  It was a hot one today. “It just means you’ll taste salty when I lick you.”

  “No. It means I stink.”

  Women can be so weird sometimes. Don’t they know men were born to love the way they smell? We don’t mind their natural fragrance. In fact, we love it. Simple biology. All the frou-frou is unnecessary.

  “Wrong. You smell so good I could lift you up on this countertop and eat you right now.”

  She puts her hand against my chest to stop me when I step toward her. “You’re not doing that.”

  “Then you’d better get moving. You’ve already lost two of your fifteen minutes standing here arguing with me about it.”

  “Oh no. It’s not going down like that.”

  I tap the imaginary watch on my wrist. “Time’s ticking away, Miss Maxwell.”

  “I will call down when I’m ready and you won’t come up a second before I do.”

  I thought I was the alpha in this relationship. “Giving orders again?”

  “The only time you’ll ever dominate me is when we’re in the bedroom. And we’re not in there yet.”

  “We will be in twelve minutes; once you step foot inside that bedroom door I’m in control. And you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be in there to get what’s coming to me.”

  She’s completely turned on. I see it in her hooded eyes. Teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

  I smack her ass again. “Off you go. I don’t like waiting.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Yes, sir. I like it.

  I finish cleaning the kitchen and look at the time. It’s been ten minutes since Adelyn went upstairs. I want nothing more than to barge in there right now and have her beneath me. But instead I go to the guest bathroom and shower.

  Yeah. I’m giving in. This time. Only because I see how important this is to her.

  She wants tonight to be perfect. Her birthday gift to me. It would be incredibly selfish to take that from her.

  I go upstairs when I finish showering. We’re well beyond the twenty-minute mark so it should be safe. “Can I come in?”

  “Hang on.” I stand at the door waiting for permission to enter. “Okay. Come in.”

  Adelyn is standing by the bed wearing the sheer black nightie, hand on hip. She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Bewitching. “You were right. Absolutely worth the wait.”

  “My first gift for the birthday boy. Like it?”

  “Love it.” I’m going to hate taking that off her. Almost.

  She wraps her arms around my shoulders and touches my wet hair. “I see I’m not the only one who showered.”

  “I wanted to smell good for my girl.”

  “You smell divine. And I very much like that you came to me wearing nothing but a towel.” She untucks the corner so it falls to the floor and comes up on tiptoes to kiss me. “But it has to go.”

  “You’ll get no argument from me.”

  My cock pokes her in her stomach and she reaches down to grasp it. “Where does this birthday boy want to go first? In my mouth or inside me?”

  “Birthday boy wants it all but start with my cock in your mouth.”

  I sit on the bed, scooting backward to the middle, making room, because she’s going to kneel between my legs.

  She places her palms on my thighs and glides them upward until her fingertips brush my balls. She teases them, lightly sweeping her fingers back and forth over the skin.

  I grab two pillows to put under my head so I can watch everything she does. Very little is hotter than watching your girl suck you off.

  She moves her hand up and grasps the base of my cock. Circling her tongue around the head, the stiff tip flicks several times when she licks the sensitive area underneath the crown. She alternates licking my length and rotating her tongue around the head’s edge before taking me fully into her mouth. “Damn, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

  I fist her hair, pulling all of it into a high ponytail so I don’t miss a single second. It’s a beautiful thing, watching her mouth bob up and down my dick, but it’s bringing me to orgasm quicker than I’d like.

  I stroke my fingertips over the top of her head. “I’m about to come.”

  Adelyn sucks hard and swallows when I come in her mouth. It is hot as hell watching her do that.

  She comes up smiling and licking her lips. “My second gift.”

  “Best present ever.”

  She crawls up my body until we’re face-to-face. “I’m yours for the taking. How do you want me?”

  I’ve never had a woman straight up offer herself to me any way I want her. It’s invigorating.

  “Hands and knees.” My favorite position.

  Adelyn rolls away and moves into position as I slide off the bed to stand next to it. “Bring that sweet ass back this way for the birthday boy.”

  She scoots backward until she’s perfectly positioned for the taking. I push my dick through the split in her cheeks, teasing her through her panties.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “I want what you want.” Her voice is soft. So submissive. So eager to please. Reminds me of the things her father said to me. She will submit to her husband in everything.

  Submit to her husband. That thought is bouncing around like a ping-pong ball in my head.

  “Head down. Ass up.” She does as I say but also moves her ass back and forth, rubbing against me.

  “Like this?”

  “Just like that.”

  I rub my hand over her bare cheek peeking out of her skimpy sheer panties. “I’m trying to decide if I’m going to take these off or push the crotch aside when I fuck you.”

  She wiggles when I push my fingertips down her crack and stroke the drenched fabric of my birthday present. I love how fucking slick she gets for me. I’ve never been with a woman who responds to my touch like Adelyn.

  I push the material aside and graze my cock’s tip up and down her slit. I push a little and retreat, repeating the motion several times. “I say we try this.”

  She gasps like a virgin when I thrust
deep and hard into her pussy. I’m fully inside when I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh, moving her body with mine.

  I glide in and out of her meticulously, every stroke deliberate. I’m inside her so deep it feels like my dick is touching her womb. Maybe it is.

  This is where I want to be, balls deep inside Adelyn, all the time.

  I can’t help myself from wanting this woman. I have feelings for her. Very real ones. I didn’t think I’d ever be in a place where that could happen again but it is happening.

  She whimpers when I pull out. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m coming up on the bed with you. I want to be closer.”

  Adelyn scoots forward, making room for me behind her.

  “Lie on your stomach. Legs together.”

  I put my knees on the outside of her thighs and she tilts her ass up, allowing me to enter her from behind again. “Fuck. You’re so tight like this.”

  I lie on top of her, my front to her back. I press a kiss to one of her shoulders before grasping them both. My tight grip enables me to hold her in place, making my thrusts more powerful. More dominating.

  She grinds her ass against me with every plunge. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you. You’re the one who owns me.”

  “We own each other. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  I can’t lie, not even to myself. “I want this. I want you. Both so badly.”

  I pump harder, faster, deeper into this woman I’m growing to… love. I think that’s the right word for what’s happening in my heart and head. I know it is. But I’m not ready to say those words. Not yet.

  I pull her hair and cover her ear with my mouth. “I’m falling for you so hard.”

  She reaches over her head to touch me. “I know. I’m falling for you too. And it feels so good.”

  She groans when her body’s grip on my cock increases and relaxes in a rhythmic pattern. Tighten. Release. Tighten. Release. “Ahh, I’m coming.”

  And so am I.

  I drive into her hard and she pushes back against me so I’m as deep as possible. My body involuntarily jerks and my hot stream fills her.