Fall for You: Boys of Alabama

by Mica Halstead

  “Blissfully. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a first date. Truth be told, I thought I would be incredibly nervous. But you make it so easy.” While she’s talking, she’s fiddling with the buttons on my shirt. I capture her hand in mine and kiss her fingertips.

  “Maybe you were just dating the wrong guys,” I quip. Something passes behind her eyes, something almost remorseful. She gives me a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

  “Yeah. Maybe I was.” The hostess calls my name, breaking us out of our little bubble. We are definitely circling back to that conversation later. But for now, I’m gonna first-date the shit out of this woman.

  Lex

  Ford and I are currently splitting a piece of Tiramisu. This was by far the best first date I have ever been on and it wasn’t even over yet. I flip the fork over in my hands and lick the traces of cake off of it, closing my eyes and making a little humming noise in the back of my throat. I open my eyes and Ford is staring at me, his own eyes dark with desire. His fingers tense around his glass and I arch an eyebrow at him.

  “You’re playing with fire, Alexis.” He grits out. Before I can respond, the waiter’s depositing the check and Ford's credit card back on the table and wishing us a good evening. Ford scribbles his signature and tosses some cash down for the tip before putting his card away and downing the rest of his whiskey. Scraping his chair back across the floor, he snatches my purse off my chair and helps me out of my seat. “Time to go,” he grounds out, dragging me along behind him.

  Once we are outside and to his truck, he spins me around and presses me against it. I capture my bottom lip with my teeth, drawing his attention to my mouth.

  “I’ve been thinking about kissing you all night,” he murmurs, dragging his knuckles down my cheek and across my jaw. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair.

  “What are you waiting for, then?” There's no hesitation before his lips come crashing down on mine. We're all teeth clashing and tongues swirling as I grip his hair for balance, afraid if I let go my knees will give out. Ford James is making me swoon so fucking hard when I have no business swooning at all. I should be worried about my husband finding me and finishing what he started four years ago, but I can't focus on that when I have this man pressed against me and I'm rocking myself shamelessly against his cock, my panties wet with my arousal.

  Just as I'm ready to tear his pants off and climb him like a fucking tree, he pulls back and I whimper at the loss of him. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing heavily.

  “I know,” he pants out, trying to catch his breath. “I know. But our first time isn’t going to be in the parking lot of some restaurant. I need to get you home and get you naked, in that order.” Pressing a chaste kiss to my lips he takes a step back from me and opens the door, helping me up, but not before slapping my ass. And that's how I find myself riding home, with my panties damp, beard rash on my neck from where Ford was nipping and sucking on me, and a fine-as-fuck man in the seat next to me.

  ◆◆◆

  Fumbling through the front door of his house, my back crashes against the wall, stealing my breath. Ford prowls towards me, roughly gripping my hips with both hands and I pray there’s a mark left to remind me of this night. This man. These feelings.

  Running his finger down the side of my neck and over my shoulder he tugs the strap of my dress down, doing the same with the other side until my chest is exposed, my lacy black bra the only thing covering my breasts. He runs his finger along the cup, where the edge of material meets my skin, causing a shiver to run through me. He roughly yanks the cup down exposing my breast. Leaning down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth and I arch up into him further as he takes a long pull, releasing me with a pop.

  Stepping away from the door, I push him back a step and reach behind me, unlatching my bra, and it falls to the floor. Allowing my dress to fall all the way down to my ankles I cautiously step out of it leaving me exposed in nothing but my heels and my thong. Ford sucks in a breath.

  “God, you’re fucking exquisite,” he rasps out as he reaches towards me. “I want-no-need to fuck you with nothing but those shoes on.”

  “Ah, ah,” I say, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers “It’s my turn to touch you.” I close the distance between us, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing the top two and pressing a kiss to his exposed chest. I run my tongue over the same area while working the rest of the buttons. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders I drop to my knees in front of him reaching for the button on his slacks. Popping it open, I run my hand just under the top of his waistband and around to his ass, digging my nails into him before I shove his pants down.

  “Lex, you don’t have to do this,” Ford says, his voice shaking.

  He's wearing a pair of black CK boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his thick cock pressing against it. Tugging the waistband of his briefs down, his cock bobs free. Thick and long, a vein running down it that I just want to lick, a drop of pre cum already glistening on its tip. I shove his shorts down with his trousers and give him one long lick from root to tip pausing to lean back on my heels and glance up at him. The way he's looking at me, with hooded eyes and want, makes me feel like a fucking goddess.

  “I know I don’t have to. But I want to,” I whisper, fully taking him in my mouth and moving my hands to his ass, digging my nails in.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking amazing.” He groans out as he leans both arms against the door and thrusts into my mouth. Licking and sucking, I take him as far back into my throat as I can, working him into a frenzy. I repeat the process, scraping my nails down his thighs before taking his length in my hand and squeezing and sucking at the same time. I’m pretty sure he's close to coming when suddenly he's pulling himself out my mouth and hauling me up by my armpits. I let out a squeak as he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

  “But I wasn’t done,” I pout as I wrap my arms around his neck and press my chest against his, loving the way his coarse chest hairs feel against my nipples. I can feel my arousal against his stomach and while I should be embarrassed about how hot and bothered that blowjob made me, I'm not. I want Ford and I won't make any qualms about it.

  “Believe me baby, we will revisit oral in the near future, both giving and receiving, but the first time I come in you is sure as fuck not going to be in your mouth.” He takes the stairs quickly, carrying me like I weigh nothing, as I lick and suck on his earlobe, running my teeth across the shell of his ear. Before I know it he’s tossing me onto his bed. I prop myself up on my elbows just in time to see him kick his shoes off and pull his slacks and briefs off the rest of the way. My breath hitches. Crawford James is a fucking god among men, there was no doubt in my mind. He's all hard lines and sharp angles. His eight pack on display and his cock jutting proudly out in front of him.

  And that V, my god that V leading down to his happy place is almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot. I bite my lip, taking in my fill of looking at him, finally making eye contact with him. He has a smug look on his face.

  “Like what you see?” He smirks before prowling towards me. Covering me with his body, he starts peppering kisses everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He works his way from the tip of my nose all the way down to my ankle and by the time he is done I am a squirming mess of desire, begging him to fuck me.

  “Not yet,” he says, laying down on his back and dragging me to my knees. “You already got to taste me and turnabout is fair play. Come sit on my face.” Fuck, he doesn't have to ask me twice. I crawl up his body, bracing my hands on the headboard and lowering my pussy to his mouth. He reaches out, taking the globes of my ass in his hand and yanking me down, so I'm literally sitting on his face. He spreads my pussy open wider with his thumbs, only to run his tongue over my clit and pulse. My core clenches. His tongue is relentless and punishing, lashing me aggressively. I start rocking my center back and forth, desperately trying to gain fricti
on. He thrusts a finger inside of me while sucking on my clit and running the flat of his tongue along my wet folds. I can feel my orgasm building.

  One finger turns into two and Ford nips at my clit with his teeth and then flicks the bundle of nerves with his tongue and I shoot off like a firework - legs shaking, screaming out about how fucking amazing he is, and mumbling a string of incoherent words. I come down from my orgasm and he drags me back down his body, flipping positions so he's on top of me.

  Leaning over to his nightstand he pulls out a condom and makes quick work of rolling it on. He palms both of my tits with his hands and lines himself up with my center. Reaching up, I pull him down for a kiss, slipping my tongue in between his lips as he pushes inside of me, earning him a throaty moan from me. He starts thrusting in and out of me lazily, like we have all the time in the world. And in reality, we did, but I was starting to realize that all the time in the world with Crawford James would never be enough.

  Wrapping my legs around his back, I begin meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he groans out, shoving his face into my neck and stroking in and out me slowly.

  “God, Ford.” I moan. I run my nails up and down his back, trailing my hands down to his ass and digging my fingers into his skin.

  He pulls out and flips me over so I’m on my knees and he’s behind me. Slapping my ass, he grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back so my body is arched as he slides back into me.

  “God, you’re fucking incredible,: he growls, working his hips faster, in and out, in and out. My scalp tingles from the way he’s yanking my hair and the sensation of him sliding in and out of me is pushing me over the edge. I arch farther, pressing my ass against him and taking as much of his cock as I can, whimpering. He lets go of my hair and snakes his arm around my waist, finding my clit and working it hard.

  “Ford, I can’t… I.. I’m coming,” I moan out, pressing my face into the pillow, and he continues pistoning in and out of me until bringing himself to his own orgasm before collapsing on top of me. He rolls off to the side so he doesn't crush me.

  “Lex, that was incredible,” he says, still breathing heavily. I hum in agreement, my body boneless and content. Kissing my temple and brushing my hair off my face, he grins at me. “Let me take care of this real quick,” he moves off the bed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then he makes his way back to the bed and climbs under the covers with me. He tucks me into his side, resting his chin on my head.

  “I should get home…” I trail off, stroking his chest with my fingers. He snatches my hand up, kissing my palm.

  “Stay.” he utters, and I do.

  Ford

  My phone rings on the bedside table and it stirs me from sleep. I glance at the clock. 3 o'clock in the morning. Who the fuck is calling me at 3 am? I answer without checking the caller Id.

  “This better be good,” I mumble, pulling myself up into a sitting position.

  “Ford. Officer Greene here,” the police department? What the fuck.

  “Ty, hey brother, what’s up? Everything okay?” I ask, slinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. I run my fingers through my tousled hair and glance back at Lex who is still sound asleep.

  “Well, not really,” he starts, “I pulled a car over earlier for not maintaining their lane. It had 6 of your starting line-ups in it and they’re all drunk.” Mother fucker. I’m already pulling a shirt over my head and making my way down the stairs two at a time.

  “You have got to be shitting me?” I say, snagging my keys off the kitchen counter and slipping my feet into my sneakers.

  “Wish I was man. They’re all 18, so I could call their parents. But I wanted to start with you.”

  “I’m on my way,” I disconnect the call and set the alarm behind me.

  It’s just a short drive to the police station from my house. Making my way inside the small brick building I’m buzzed in and directed to the back where the cells are. Greene is at his desk filling out paperwork and just beyond that is the holding cell where six of my star players are seated, heads hanging low.

  “James. Good to see you despite the circumstances,” he says, standing and shaking my hand.

  “Same,” I say, cutting a glance at the boys who are refusing to make eye contact with me. “Have you called their parents?”

  He nods his head, “yeah, I had to per department policy, but I wanted you to have a shot at ‘em before they get here. You’ve probably got a good 15 or 20 minutes.” He sits back down at his desk and I make my way back to the cell. I’m in utter disbelief. This is the shit that will get them benched or kicked off the team.

  “What the hell were you guys thinking?” I demand, forcing all of them to make eye contact with me. “Who was driving?” Davies raises his hand.

  “Me coach, but I swear, I only had a few beers.”

  “You shouldn’t be having any beers, Tommy. Christ, you just turned 18 a few weeks ago. You’re underage not to mention that’s irresponsible. What if you would have hit someone? Drunk driving is reckless and stupid. I’ve told you guys before, I don’t care what fucking time it is. If you’re stranded somewhere and you can’t call your parents, you can ALWAYS call me.” A murmur of ‘we know’ and ‘we’re sorries’ rise up from within the cell.

  “You’re all benched for the next two games,” I start, cutting them off when they start to object. “Enough! I don’t want to hear it. Getting arrested is immediate grounds for being kicked off the team so be thankful that all I’m doing is benching you,” I go on just as I hear the chatter of their parents as they’re approaching the room. “I’m incredibly disappointed in all of you,” I say just before their parents’ approach. After chatting with them for a few, I make my way out of the precinct and head back to my house, hoping Lex is ready for round two.

  Lex

  “There. I think that’s the last of it.” Avery groans as she flops down on the couch across from me. I glance up from my position, sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table coloring with Blake. She looks exhausted.

  “Laundry all done? That’s cause for celebration,” I joke with her. I’m spending my Friday night hanging out with her. I came over bearing wine and dinner and offered to watch Blake for her so she could get some housework done. I’ve been here about two hours and in that time Blake and I have built a fort, raced race cars on his new track, and now we are coloring. I can see why she is exhausted. This kid is a handful. I can’t imagine being 21 and raising two kids at the same time.

  “Alright, Blakey boo. Time for pajamas and bed.” She says, simultaneously boxing the crayons back up.

  “Aww man,” he huffs, “I was having so much fun coloring with Lex.” He sticks his lower lip out in a pout. Avery narrows her eyes at him. He stands, begrudgingly. “Night, Lex. Thank you for playing with me,” he mumbles, sulking out of the living room. I have to smother my laugh. Avery shakes her head.

  “That kid, I swear. He’s going to make me gray and old.” She bounces off the couch and trails after him. I stand up from the floor and stretch before I start picking up the living room. Putting toys in their baskets, picking up discarded crayons, and carrying some dishes into the kitchen. I’ve washed everything in the sink and am just getting ready to dry them when Avery saunters into the kitchen and hip checks me out of the way to take over.

  “Thank you,” she says, “it’s nice to have some help every once in a while.”

  “I’m sure it is,” I give her a sympathetic look, “and it’s nice to have a friend when I’m new to town. You’ve made me feel incredibly welcome. I can’t thank you enough for that.” Sucking in a shaky breath, I exhale, “I haven’t had a lot of good in my life. Coming to Alabama has been….” I pause, looking for the right word. “Freeing,” I pick my glass of wine up. That’s exactly what it has felt like. Like I’m free. Free from Jase, free from the watchful eyes of all his cop friends anytime I was out running errands, free to just live my lif
e and be who I want to be. I’m still not exactly sure who that woman is, but I’m certain that I’m finally on track to finding her. Avery puts the last dish away and pours herself a glass of wine.

  “I know what it’s like to not have many friends. I had to grow up quickly. My mom,” she shakes her head, something akin to disgust marring her features, “if you can even fucking call her that, was a waste of space. A user and a drug addict. Always looking for her next high. Making kids with all these different men, hoping one of them would eventually settle down because she “accidentally” got knocked up. It didn’t work with my dad, or Vie’s, and definitely not Blakes. One day she just woke up and decided this wasn’t the life she wanted anymore. She didn’t want to be stuck in a dead-end town, raising babies she didn’t really want. So, she left. I’ve been raising these babies since I was just a baby myself. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for dating and friendships and wine nights,” she leans over and clinks her glass with mine before taking a sip. “So, thank you,” she says, “for hanging out with a frazzled pseudo-mom and her kid so she could finish the laundry and shave her legs without someone watching the entire time.”