Easy Nights (Boudreaux #6)

“I’m just trying to be as honest and careful with you as I can be. Not because you’re fragile. You’re not. But because I don’t want to fuck this up, Savannah. We worked too hard to get here.”

“We’re not going to fuck it up.” I tuck my face in his neck and breathe him in. “I heard a saying once. His love roars louder than her demons. I can’t explain this any better than that.”

He kisses the crown of my head. He’s brushing my hair back, sifting it through his fingers, over and over again. It feels so good.

“Tell me about the piercing.”

He shifts, wrapping one leg around mine and clears his throat.

“Are you sure you want this story?”

“Oh, I’m riveted.”

“It might make you run and never come back.”

I frown and look up into his eyes and see that he’s being playful. He’s smirking; his eyes are full of fun.

I slap his ass and tuck myself against him again.

“Spill it, Benjamin.”





Chapter Ten


Ben

This, right here, is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. She fits perfectly in every way. Her body is absolutely every fantasy I’ve had, but more than that, we fit together like this, curled up together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

I kiss her head, and keep playing with her hair, tickling the back of her neck where her sexy little tattoo is, and I can tell by her sweet little moans that it feels good.

“I was young,” I begin, not exactly excited to tell this story. “And in college.”

“It’s amazing how many stories begin with that.” She snorts and traces the muscles in my upper arms, along with the tattoos there. Ironically, the one she’s tracing right now is her tattoo.

“Someone should put a book together of stories that start that way,” I reply.

“I’m sure it’s already been written.”

“Hm.” I kiss her lips when she tips her head back.

“Okay, keep going.”

“Okay, so I was young and stupid, and I can’t confirm or deny, but I might have also been drunk.”

“So you were drunk…”

I laugh and keep going. “I’d already started my right sleeve, so I went in to this tattoo and piercing place pretty regularly, and there was this girl.”

“The other way most stories start.”

“Yes. But I have to say, if you’re uncomfortable—”

“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re no virgin, Ben. Keep talking.”

“So, this girl was the piercer at the tattoo shop, and the guy who did my tats set me up with her. She was nice enough, not much drama, pretty fun to hang out with.”

“How long did you date her?”

“Oh, maybe three months?” I shrug. “Not long because she eventually talked me into getting the piercing.”

“And is this a Prince Albert or an Apa?” she asks, and I have to stop and stare at her.

“How do you know the names of these?”

“Um, I’m not dumb,” she says and slaps my arm. “And I went to college, too.”

“Right.” I don’t want to think about that. “This is a Prince Albert. And we stopped dating because once this happened, I was sore for about six months. She didn’t warn me that that was a side effect.”

“I always thought it was an urban myth that the piercing did anything for the girl during sex, but I can now attest that it’s true.”

“Really?” Now I’m fascinated. I push her onto her back so I have better access to the rest of her body. “How so?”

“Well, it definitely brushed against the other urban myth several times.”

“Your G spot?”

“Oh yeah,” she says, nodding vigorously. “Definitely found that sweet little spot.”

“Huh.” I rub her belly, tracing circles around her navel. “I know how to find that spot without the metal.”

“I doubt it.”

I cock a brow. “You don’t believe me?”

She shrugs one shoulder as if it’s no big deal. “Most men think they know how to find it, and most definitely don’t.”

“Shall we bet on it?”

“What would you like to bet?”

She’s smiling so widely, her hazel eyes shining with humor and lust, and it’s all I can do not to pin her down and fuck her mindless.

“The loser has to order pizza and get dressed to get it when it arrives.”

She moves her head from side to side, as if she’s thinking it over, and finally nods. “Deal.”

Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to lose this bet.

I kiss her pubis and urge her legs apart. She readily complies and when I position myself between her thighs and glance up at her, she’s staring down at me with pure lust and hunger.

I kiss the crease of her leg and her pussy and she grins. “That’s not it.”

“Ha ha.”

I push two fingers inside her and make a come here motion that sends her head back on the pillow, thrashing back and forth.

“Holy shit!”

I grin and keep going, adding my thumb to her clit, and watch in fascination as she comes hard. She reaches above her to push on the headboard as her cheeks and neck flush. When I feel the last spasms, I pull my fingers out and smile up at her.

“I want sausage on my pizza.”

“How do you know it worked?”

I can’t help it, I stop and stare at her for a second and then bust up laughing, pulling her to me.

“You crack me up.”

“I guess it’s a win-win for me,” she says. “I just had another orgasm and I get pizza.”

“That’s a great way of looking at it.”

“Are you hungry now?” She’s searching for something, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone.”

“It’s probably still in the pool room. I’ll go get it.”

I dash down the hall and find the pool room just as we left it, the lights still on, balls scattered on the table. Her handbag is in the couch, so I just grab the whole thing and bring it back to her. She’s sitting on the side of the bed, her clothes already back on.

“Oh, thanks.”

“You got dressed.”

“Well, yeah. I have to order pizza and get it from the delivery guy. I don’t think you want me answering the door in my birthday suit.”

“No, but I wasn’t ready for you to get dressed yet either.”

“Don’t sulk,” she says as she pulls her phone out of her bag. She frowns when she looks down. “Beau’s been blowing up my phone.”

“Go ahead and call him.”

She nods and presses the phone to her ear. It doesn’t take him long to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” She’s silent as she listens, and then her eyes widen and she smiles happily. “Really? She is? Oh my God, Beau.” Her eyes fill with tears and she sniffles. “Of course I’m crying. No, they’re happy tears. Oh, I’m so happy for you. Please hug her for me, and tell her I want to see her tomorrow. Okay. Good night.”

“Well?”

“Did he blow up your phone too?”

“I don’t have any idea where my phone is,” I reply. “I’ve had other things on my mind.”

“Well, Mallory is going to have a baby.” She pulls a tissue out of her bag and blows her nose. Jesus, what else do women carry in those things?

“That’s awesome.”