Easy Nights (Boudreaux #6)

I lift my hips up and then slowly sink down onto him, taking him fully inside me, and then sit still while he kisses me senseless. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me to him, and then those amazing hands of his take a trip up my back, down my sides, and to my ass. He grips me, not gently, and guides me in a slow up and down rhythm, keeping us both teetering on the edge of sanity.

He’s staring into my eyes, breathing hard, as I ride him. Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. I push down and grind my clit on his pubic bone, leaning my forehead against his as the orgasm shudders through me. I’m still quivering when he stiffens and succumbs himself.

I push my fingers through his hair and kiss his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.

“You are the best part of my life,” he whispers.

“Same.” I smile. “Same.”





Chapter Twelve


Ben

“So that’s your outfit today?” I ask as she pushes her sunglasses onto her face and reaches for her purse.

“Yeah.” She looks down at herself and then up at me with a frown. “What’s wrong with it?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m going to be thinking about getting you out of it all fucking day and we’re going to see my mom.”

She smirks and saunters out of her house ahead of me, her chin up and stride confident. She’s in some sexy blue heels with black pants and a hot black and white flowy shirt thing that gives me hints of her curves as she moves.

I already know what’s under the shirt, and I want my hands on it.

I never stop wanting her, no matter what she’s wearing.

“I’m quite sure you can keep your hands to yourself while we visit your mama,” she says as we pull away from her house. “You’re a strong man.”

“Strong enough to rip that shirt off of you so I can get my mouth on you,” I murmur and enjoy the look of pure lust and surprise she tosses me from the passenger seat. “It’s no secret that I want you.”

“No, I just have to get used to you saying it.”

“I plan to say it a lot, and I’m not going to censor myself when we’re alone. I don’t want you to either.”

“Trust me, I don’t censor myself. And being surprised now and again is fun. But now I’m sitting here with wet panties and we’re about to go see your mom.”

Now it’s my turn to toss her a surprised glance. Fucking hell she’s sexy, and when words like those leave her plump red lips, all I can think of doing is pulling this car over and fucking her right here in the driver’s seat of my car.

“We’ll make up for it later,” I promise as I pull into my mom’s driveway. Before she can get out of the car, I pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her. I’m rock hard, and even though I just had her this morning, I want her again. “This evening, I’m going to do things to you that you didn’t even know were possible.”

“Do I need a safe word?” she asks, her lips tipped in a smirk.

“Never. You’re always safe with me.”

She rolls her eyes and reaches for the door handle. “Obviously. But maybe you want to try some butt stuff, and in that case, I’ll have to say purple.”

“Why purple?”

“Because I hate the color purple almost as much as I hate butt stuff.”

I frown, immediately wondering if that was her safe word with the asshole, or how much anal play he made her engage in, and it makes my head feel like it’s going to explode.

“Don’t overthink it,” she says and cups my cheek in her hand. “I’m playing with you.”

“I know. But we should probably have a conversation soon.”

She nods. “Probably. But first, we’re going to visit your mama, and then I’m getting some new ink.”

She smiles like a young girl excited for Christmas morning and then pulls herself out of my car.

I take a deep, cleansing breath and follow behind her.

Sally opens the door with a warm smile. “Hey, Ben.”

“Hi, Sally. This is Savannah.”

Sally shakes Van’s hand and steps back so we can walk inside. “Your mama is in the living room.”

I nod and find Mom sitting at a card table, putting a puzzle together. Her injured foot is up on a stool.

“Hi, sweet boy,” she says with a happy smile. I lean down and kiss her cheek. “Oh, you brought my favorite Boudreaux with you.”

“We’re all your favorites,” Van says and gives Mom a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, just fine.” Mom waves her question off and points to the chairs facing her. “Have a seat, you two.”

“Just let me know if you need anything,” Sally says before discreetly leaving the three of us to talk.

Van and I sit next to each other and I immediately reach for her hand, threading our fingers together. I kiss her knuckles and glance up to see my mom smiling widely, watching us closely.

“Well, isn’t that lovely.”

“I told you on the phone that Van and I were seeing each other.”

“Yes, but now I can see it with my own two eyes.” She shifts in her chair. “And let me just say, it’s about damn time.”

“Not you too,” Savannah says with a short laugh. “You sound just like my family.”

“None of us are blind, child,” she says gently. “Your mama and I have talked about the two of you for years.”

“So everyone talks about us behind our backs,” Van says with sass, making Mom laugh.

“Of course we do, darlin’. We’re southern women.”

“I’ve missed you, Miss Millie. I need to come see you more often.”

“Well, that would be a delight.” She shifts her gaze to me. “What happened to your face?”

“I have a split lip.”

“I can see that. How did you get it?”

“Some guy threw a punch,” I reply, evading the question as much as possible. Mama worries enough already. “I ended it.”

“In class?”

“Yes,” I lie. Van tightens her grip on my hand, but I don’t elaborate on the story and Mom is already asking questions about the other siblings and how the businesses are going.

“Has Gabby been busy out at the inn?” she asks and smiles at Sally when she comes in with a tray of tea and cookies. “Thank you, dear.”

“My pleasure.” Sally leaves the room again, and I swoop in for a couple of cookies.

“These are damn good.”

“Sally is an excellent cook,” Mom says and takes a bite of a cookie. “But back to the inn.”

“I think they’re pretty busy,” Van says and pours herself some tea. “This is a slower season, so she might have a night or two here and there that she’s not full, but I know that the business is thriving.”

“That’s wonderful,” Mom replies. “I’m so happy that she’s turned that big house into something special. It was always a beautiful home, but now that all of you are grown up, and your daddy’s gone, your mama wouldn’t have much use for it.”

“I’m happy that it’s stayed in the family,” Van agrees. “And Gabby has really made it beautiful. You and my mom should make a reservation and go spend a weekend out there.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful. I’ll mention it to her.”

“I would like to hear how you’re doing with Sally,” Van says and takes a sip of her tea. “She seems nice.”

“She really is a nice woman,” Mom says.

“Of course, you wouldn’t say anything bad about a person even if they weren’t nice,” Van says. “I know how you are, Miss Millie.”