Southern Seduction (4 page)

“You gonna offer me any?” she inquired.

His eyes went wide as he stared back at her with a hint of dismay. He lifted the bottle in the air. “You want some of this?” he asked with apparent disbelief.

She held out a determined hand. Daniella had never drunk a drop of alcohol in her life, but for some reason, tonight seemed like the perfect time to give it a shot. Maybe it would make her numb…or maybe it would make her brave. Maybe it would give her courage to do the one thing she’s wanted to do for as long as she could remember.

He just gaped back at her, not having a clue what the right response was in this situation. This was Danny Jo, Bobby’s little sister, and she was asking him for alcohol. Penn was pretty sure there was some sort of rule or code of ethics between friends that should prevent something like that from occurring, but a certain pair of big brown eyes made it hard to say no. She had always had that effect on him. She had more sass than any girl he’d ever met in his life. He loved her fiery personality and the fact that she never backed down from a challenge. She never hesitated to throw down the gauntlet when she was feeling feisty.

His buzzed mind allowed his eyes to take in every inch of her. She was downright beautiful Too fucking beautiful for a girl who just turned eighteen. And her body… Her god damn body could make a grown man weep. Her eyes and lips were what fantasies were made of. She was lean and toned in all the right places with the most delicious curves. Yes, he was a bastard for thinking about his best friend’s little sister like that, but no man in Daniella’s presence could prevent their thoughts from going south towards very dirty and unsuitable territories.

This girl—
this woman
—would have that effect on anyone.

Penn scowled and took another swig as infuriating thoughts of another man touching her, kissing her, doing all the things he wished he could to do to her began to creep into his drunken mind. Once the bottle was back in his lap and the alcohol had sufficiently numbed his traitorous thoughts, he found her staring back at him with a defiant raise of her perfect brow.

“So are you going to be a good host and offer me a drink or be a greedy bastard and keep all the good shit to yourself?” She spouted the question with a mouthful of sass. Her demeanor was filled with pure Danny Jo attitude.

He chuckled softly. This girl had always had a mouth on her. She’d give sailors a run for their money. “Hey, mouthy, easy on the language please,” he admonished gently. “Anyways, how did I become the host when you decided to crash my party?”

A barking laugh passed her pretty pink lips. “Party?” she questioned categorically. “I’m pretty sure you need more than one person to consider this a party. So since I saved the night by showing up and preventing you from sitting here and drinking by yourself, I think you need to hand over the bottle.” She held her hand out again, wriggling her fingers in a hand-it-over motion.

And to his astonishment, he conceded. He handed the bottle of Jack over to her insistent hands. He watched as she took a long swig, her lips puckering around the rim. She was completely unaware of the effect her mouth had on him. God, the things he’d love to do to that sweet, sweet mouth. The places he pictured those lips…

Penn shook his head in annoyance, trying his damndest to be the kind of Southern gentleman his mother had raised him to be. Daniella made it hard. Fuck, she made a lot of things
hard
.

She sputtered slightly when she pulled the bottle away from her kiss-me-now lips. She set it down on the dock and proceeded to cough into her petite hand. A smirk crested his lips as he observed her with amusement. He figured this was probably her first taste of hard liquor, and it served her right for being so god damn obstinate.

“Shit, that’s rough,” she hoarsely said into her hand.

“Yeah, darlin’. That’s what you call hard liquor.”

She shot a glare in his direction. “I’m not an idiot, Penn. I just didn’t realize that it would burn so fucking bad going down.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her obvious irritation. “Maybe you shouldn’t have chugged it down like you’re the reigning Drinking Olympics champ,” he cajoled with a little wink.

“Oh shut up!” she exclaimed with a shove of her hand into his hard bicep. She then proceeded to grab the bottle off the dock and take a few more chugs, each gulp going down more smoothly than the first.

Penn chuckled and feigned discomfort by clutching his arm dramatically. “Damn, sweetheart. You sure pack quite the punch these days.”

“Yeah, you should ask Kurt Howell about the kind of punch I pack.” She started to raise the Jack to her lips again, but he snagged it away from her.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he probed immediately as he set the liquor out of her reach. The last thing he needed was her puking all over the dock. Plus, he really needed to know what in the hell had happened between her and that little asshole Kurt Howell. That kid had always got in his crawl. He had walked around Cumbie like he owned the joint since he was a fourteen-year-old punk, and it was far past the time for someone to put the little pecker in his place.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” She brushed him off with a shake of her head.

He nudged her with his shoulder. “Come on, Daniella. Tell me what happened tonight. I had a feeling something made you leave that party.”

Hearing her name,
her full first name
, and not some lame childhood nickname on his tongue had her giving in to his request. She explained in full detail the disastrous, pathetic, dick-ish moment that had gone down between her and Kurt. She didn’t leave out a single word and included both swift knees to the balls she had so generously provided.

Penn stood up immediately. His fingers ran through his tousled hair, anger motivating his movements. “Are you kidding me? Where is that little prick? You think he’s still at Ella Mae’s?”

She quickly hopped to her feet and placed both of her palms on his shoulders. “Calm down. It’s over and done with, and besides, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you drive right now. You’ve had more to drink than I have and I can honestly admit that I’m feeling a little buzzed.”

He tilted his head back and looked up at the sky. Stars upon stars filled his line of vision.

There was nothing like a Cumbie night sky.

After taking a heavy sigh, he looked down at her. “Nope. We’re going,” he announced with determination in his fierce blue eyes. He started to turn for the stone-lined path, but she decided to shock the shit clean out of him. She grasped his white t-shirt tightly in her palms and shoved his muscular body with as much strength as her tiny figure could muster. His feet stumbled underneath of him and realization set in when his body started to fall towards the water. He clutched her little hips and pulled her right along with him, tossing them both into the cool water of the lake.

After a few seconds, Daniella bobbed her head above the water, sputtering and coughing on the lake water she’d managed to swallow. “God damnit, Penn!” she shouted in a raspy voice.

His hearty laugh filled her ears. It was the best sound she had heard all night. His face was stamped with enjoyment, and those patented soft eyes and his warm smile had finally made their re-appearance. “I’m pretty sure that was your idea, sweetheart.” He eyed her resolutely.

She rolled her pretty brown eyes in feigned annoyance. “Uh, no. That was
not
the plan. You were supposed to be the only one to fall in!” she yelled at him as she splashed a generous amount of water in his face.

Penn reached out and grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her body closer to his. Drops of water dripped down her gorgeous face and made the slow, intoxicating descent towards her chest. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming her body. Her chest moved up and down in the most tantalizing way as her breath hitched from their close proximity. The soft curve of her supple breasts was pure temptation. Her white sundress was plastered to her skin in the most revealing way. The outlines of her rosy nipples were visible to his lustful eyes and only made it more difficult for Penn to keep his greedy hands to himself. The vision of her was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Her body was slick and wet, her skin glowed underneath the soft moonlight, and her eyes, her enticing chocolate orbs, were staring back at him.

Her gaze was filled with want and absolute need for everything he was willing to give her. She
wanted
him.
Oh god, did she want him.
Her body trembled from the heat of his skin against hers.

He knew he shouldn’t let this happen. He should pull away from her, but he didn’t. He
couldn’t
turn away from the beautiful girl in his arms. “Daniella,” he whispered. His mind was hard at work searching for an inkling of control. Resolve was nonexistent as his eyes stayed intently locked with hers; the power of her gaze crushed any rational thought in his brain. And before he could even think or process the seriousness of the situation, she kissed him.

It wasn’t a soft or sweet kiss, but a deep, drugging, coma-inducing kind of kiss.

Her perfect body pressed into him. Her satiny skin turned him inside out and intensified the irrefutable attraction he had for her. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue delved deep, exploring past his lips and savoring the taste of him. Her hands slid into his hair and grasped the wet strands tightly, pulling his face closer to hers, pushing his arousal into that oh-so-perfect spot. Her body shuddered in his arms and his hands moved on their own accord, touching, caressing, and stroking the searing flesh he was desperate for. His large hands seized her supple breasts, kneading them firmly with his long fingers. His thumbs rubbed delicious circles over her puckered nipples.

“Penn,” she whimpered from the intensity of her aching core. “I need you,” she whispered like a prayer as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and grinded herself against him. The water rippled from her erotic, seductive movements

“Fuck, darlin’,” he growled against her mouth.

Her tight body was latched on to him in the most irresistible way. The heat of her pussy grinding against his erection had him unable to stop. The only option was to give in to this, to relinquish everything he’s wanted to do since she stepped onto that dock tonight. His cock stirred in protests against the wet denim that held him back from thrusting inside of her, from feeling her in the one way he was frantic for.

Without removing his mouth from hers, he walked them over to the edge of the dock, the water only reaching his waist. Their bodies lined up perfectly as his hard body pressed against every inch of her silky skin. His lips kissed along her jawline as her head tilted back in obvious satisfaction. A quiet moan exhaled from her lungs. He licked and sucked along the pulse point fluttering wildly at her neck. Danny Jo’s hands slid underneath his wet t-shirt and brushed across his abs. Her fingers danced along the waistband of his jeans before making quick work of the button and zipper, freeing his cock from its clothing restraint.

“Oh shit, Daniella,” he groaned once the tip of his shaft rubbed against her wet panties. She circled and gyrated her hips in the most provocative way. His balls tightened up in anticipation, a surge of pure euphoria causing his cock to jerk against her.

“Please, Penn. Oh god, please,” she begged into the crook of his neck. Her sharp teeth bit into the warm flesh of his shoulder as her fingernails scraped against his back.

She was frantic and desperate and wild. Her body shuddered against him as the friction of his cock rubbing against her clit started to bring her closer to the edge. His hands pulled down the straps of her dress, her breasts bared for his desirous eyes. He leaned forward, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth, and the sexiest moan escaped her throat, urging him on, making it impossible for him to stop. He moved across to the other breast, suckling hard until she was practically screaming his name.

He raised her out of the water until her ass sat on the edge of the dock, her thighs resting on his shoulders. He lifted her dress up over her body and tossed it unceremoniously to the side. His face nuzzled into her abdomen as she clutched his hair tightly.

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked. He needed to give her an out. His drunken brain was foggy, and any inhibition he should have had was nonexistent. The moment she’d crushed her sweet mouth to his, he was gone, completely lost in her. And the only way he would stop now was if she said the words.

“Yes,” she begged as her fingers clutched his wet hair and pulled his head back to meet her gaze. “Please, Penn. Oh god, please don’t stop.”

Her desperation was his final undoing. His mouth lowered to her inner thighs, kissing the soft, creamy skin. His nostrils inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of her arousal. She was intoxicating, and his brain was heady and high off of her scent.

“I’m gonna put my mouth on this sweet pussy and you’re gonna come all over my tongue, sweetheart,” he demanded as he slid her wet, white cotton panties to the side and pressed his mouth against the apex of her thighs. She was no longer Danny Jo, Bobby’s little sister, she had become a woman he was absolutely insatiable for. His tongue and lips worked her into frenzy. His mouth suckled her clit with skilled, expert movements.

“Ah, yes,” she rasped as she grinded herself against his tongue, practically riding his face.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue. Show me how much you love my mouth on your perfect pussy.”

“Penn,” she whimpered. Daniella’s head fell back as her hands reached up to her breasts. Fingers plucked painfully at her erect, swollen nipples.

Fuck, she tasted good. Perfect.

She was everything and more. “Nothing tastes better than you, darlin’.
Nothing,
” he murmured against her as his mouth continued to work her over.

“Oh god! Penn!” she shouted loudly. Every muscle in her body tensed from the sheer intensity of her climax. He shoved two fingers inside of her and she greedily clamped down. Her orgasm barreled through every inch of her body and caused her sex to pulse wildly in rhythmic waves. Daniella’s eyes fell closed and her body went limp as she lay back on the cool, wooden slats of the dock.