Page 36 of Sweet Southern Heat

“Breathe, baby,” I soothed, brushing a tear from her cheek. She did as I instructed, drawing a deep breath in through her nose and relaxing her throat. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” She whimpered at my praise, and I nearly shot my load right then and there.

She drew back slightly before pushing forward again, this time taking everything I had to give her. A muttered curse left my lips, and I tightened my grip on her hair. She looked up at me, holding my gaze as my cock disappeared into mouth. My hips pulsed of their own accord, and she hummed her approval. I began to thrust, reveling in the sensation of my cock hitting the back of her throat. It wasn’t long before my balls were tightening, and the spasms began. She dug her nails into my thighs as my cock thickened with my impending release.

“Olivia,” I growled in warning, and she only picked up her pace. I let out a groan as hot spurts of my release filled her throat, and she swallowed. My legs wobbled when she released me, and I popped free of her mouth. I watched as she swiped a thumb over her bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, cleaning every last drop of me off her finger.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, not caring that my shorts were still pooled around my ankles. Kicking them off, I scooped her into my arms and walked over to the couch,dropping her onto the cushions before stretching out over top of her.

We both came again before we even made it to the first course.

Chapter 32

Olivia

Landon reachedfor my hand and entwined our fingers as we walked along the pier. The cool breeze off the ocean was a welcome reprieve from the heat. We had been “official” for two weeks. In that time, I'd finally decided to stay in Magnolia Grove and resigned from my job in Atlanta. The bakery was thriving. My best friend was home for good. And the ghosts of my past didn’t haunt me like they had for the last several years. Magnolia Grove felt like home again. In my gut, I knew it was the right move. If I was being honest with myself, I’d known for a while, but I just couldn’t let go of the life I’d built in the city to escape the problems I'd run from six years ago. This sense of peace I felt now was what I’d been waiting for to finally settle on a decision. Now there was just one more hurdle left to overcome.

Lyle.

Landon and I had been sneaking around with each other for the past couple weeks. He still hadn’t been able to reach his brother, and we were both growing tired of pretending like we weren’t together. We couldn’t even go out in town and had to drive at least an hour in any direction whenever we wanted to go on a date. We had everyone convinced he was workingon my house just so no one would question why his truck was frequently in my driveway. The first time someone confronted him about being there, he told them he had to replace my toilet. After that, it turned into a full-blown bathroom remodel, so nobody would suspect what we were really up to since he kept coming back. Occasionally, he carried in random supplies; that way it would look legit if any nosey neighbors were watching. Unfortunately, that meant he could never stay over. We couldn’t risk someone noticing his truck parked outside my house all night.

The stress of hiding our relationship from everyone we knew was starting to weigh on us, and we needed a reprieve. A day trip to the beach was the perfect solution. It was far enough from home that we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew, but close enough to drive there and back in a day and still have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.

“Are you ready to learn how to fish?” Landon asked once we reached a spot on the pier he found satisfactory.

“Yep!” I replied excitedly. I had never been fishing before and was excited for Landon to teach me. He set up his pole and baited his hook. I wrinkled my nose at the stinky bait, and he chuckled.

“Here, I’ll show you how to cast it, and then you can try.” He demonstrated how to cast his line, then began reeling it in. “You’ll feel a tug on the line if something gets ahold of your bait,” he explained as he wound the line in and showed me what to do if that happened. Once he had the line reeled in completely, he handed it to me. The weight of it felt foreign in my hand as I gripped it awkwardly. I started to do what he'd shown me, but he placed a hand over mine, halting me.

“Wait,” he said, trying to suppress his mirth at my clueless attempt to cast the line. Slipping behind me, he grabbed both my hands and adjusted my hold. “Like this,” he instructed, hishot breath whispering over my ear. I shuddered despite the heat surrounding us. The hard planes of his muscular chest pressed into my back, and I fought the urge to lean into him. “Now bring your arms back and throw them forward. Like this.” He went through the motion with me for practice. “This time, depress this button with your thumb to release the line.” I did as he instructed with the guidance of his hands on mine. The line went sailing and dropped into the water several yards away.

“I did it!” I bounced excitedly on my toes, and laughter rumbled up his chest, my enthusiasm amusing him.

“Good girl,” he said just loud enough for me to hear. The deep timbre of his voice made my stomach clench with need. Every time he said that it was like a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. I leaned into him, turning my face so I could see him, our mouths mere inches apart.

“You can’t say things like that to me in public,” I warned.

“Why not?” he challenged.

“Because it makes me want to do bad things with you.”

“Fuck,” he growled, and I felt him grow hard against the small of my back. “You’re lucky we’re not alone, and I don’t want an audience the next time I put you on your hands and knees.” I shivered at the prospect, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his tone.

“No,” I denied, even though the thought of a little exhibitionism caused a thrill to race up my spine.

“Liar,” he accused with a chuckle.

We spent the next couple of hours fishing off the pier before grabbing lunch at one of the local restaurants overlooking the water. My phone buzzed from my pocket as we reached our table, and I pulled it out to find a text from Honey.

Honey: Hey, babes, what are you up to? Wanna hang out?

Guilt washed over me, and I chewed on my lip as I contemplated how to respond. I’d blown her off more than once since Landon and I had started seeing each other. I hated that I couldn’t tell her why or admit that there was something going on between us. She suspected, especially after admitting Landon had kissed me in the pool, but I never confirmed her suspicions. It was too risky. I trusted Honey, but she was human. If she let it slip, and it got back to Lyle… I didn’t even want to think about what would happen.

Me: I’m not home right now, but I’m free tomorrow. Want to bingeThe Vampire Diaries again?

Keep it vague. Deflect. Offer an alternative.That had been my method for avoiding Honey’s questions, and so far, it was working.

Honey: Sure! I think it’s supposed to rain all day anyway. I’ll bring the popcorn and Junior Mints.

Me: Sounds great!

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