Where I Belong (Alabama Summer) (3 page)

“I’m ready for
you to move,” I say, assurance in my tone. I’m more than ready. I tilt my
pelvis up and wrap my legs around his waist.

He slowly
slides back out, keeping his eyes on mine and watching me closely. The pain is
gone and the only thing I feel is pure ecstasy. Elation. Fucking euphoria. I
moan and lift my hips, urging him farther.
Oh yes. That feels good.
Amazingly good.

“Holy fuck,”
he grunts, sliding back in slowly. He bends down and kisses the corner of my
mouth. “Does it still hurt?” I smile against his lips and shake my head. “Good.
I’m gonna really move now, pretty girl. I don’t know how long I’ll last though.
You’re squeezing me so God damned tight, angel.” And then he picks up rhythm,
his hips crashing against mine. My breasts bob against his muscular chest and I
kiss him deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. The room
fills with our moans that are in no way muffled. I’m certain people in the next
state over can hear us.

Thrust.
Thrust. Thrust.

“Oh my God,” I
say as he licks and sucks my breast. And I know I’m close. I’m familiar now
with what he can do to me and there’s no stopping it. The buildup is coming
from deep within me and it’s coming quick. Like a wildfire spreading.

“You’re right
there, baby. Are you ready?”

How fucking
hot is it that he
knows
when I’m about to come? I don’t even need to
tell him.

“Yes. God,
yes,” I answer.

He slides his
hand between us and rubs against my clit. Thrusting harder and harder, deeper
than I thought possible and my orgasm rolls through me like a current. “Oh!”
I’m coming, clutching his body, and this is even more intense than the first
two.

First two.
How lucky am I right now?

My entire body
trembles against his as I dig my nails into his back and rake them along his
skin. 

“Do that
again,” he demands urgently.

I repeat the
action and he groans loudly, ramming into me and finding his release.

“Baby. Fuck!”

 He
twitches inside me and stills, relaxing his body against mine as we both slowly
come down. But I don’t want to come down. I like this high. No, I
love
this high. This high is incredible. Now I understand what appeals to sex
addicts. I’m elated and completely spent. I could actually die now and be okay
with it. And I would like my tombstone to read the following:

Mia Blaire
Corelli

Beloved
daughter and friend.

Death by
Orgasm. With a capital “O”

**

I had no
intention of falling asleep. I had planned on surprising Tessa after my amazing
night with my stranger, explaining that I was too excited to wait until the
next day to leave. But after five orgasms,
five
, a girl can only take so
much before she passes out. After taking a small break to catch our breaths, he
took me from behind, bending me over the bed, and then he asked me to ride him.
I was embarrassed about that at first. Me? Take charge? Then I took him in and
realized how deep he was that way. So incredibly deep. I think that’s my
favorite position now. Plus it gave him ultimate access to my breasts which he
seemed to enjoy immensely. I believe his words were “best tits I’ve ever seen”.
I’m still glowing from that compliment. And then to top off the best experience
of my life, he held me. Like it meant just as much to him as it meant to me.
Which is where we are now.

His arm is
draped across my waist, his slow, steady breathing in my hair as I glance at
the alarm clock on his nightstand. 10:14 a.m. I can’t believe I slept over. At
a stranger’s house. A complete stranger. Well, not complete. He’s the only man
that knows my body the way I want them to. And sweet Jesus does he know it.
Plus, it felt natural to cuddle up next to him and fall asleep on his chest. It
was almost intimate, our experience. It was hot as hell but also sweet. He
was gentle with each new position, constantly asking if I was okay before he
took me to that depth of passion and fucking
owned
me. And I felt his
affection deep within me. But I pretended I didn’t. This wasn’t supposed to
mean anything other than a hot fling. 

His warm body
was pressed up against mine the entire night, our legs a tangled mess under the
covers. The intoxicating aroma of his scent filled my lungs and it was slowly
becoming the only air I wanted to breathe. Nothing had ever smelt that divine.
Complete manly deliciousness. I wished I could keep him.

I slip out
from underneath his arm and scramble around the bed, picking up my dress and
panties. After dressing and using the bathroom, I step into my heels and grab
my clutch.

“Hey.” His
sexy morning voice grabs my attention as I’m about to sneak out of his room.
“Come here, pretty girl.” He props one hand behind his head, holding his other
out to me. He looks positively adorable in that just woken up way, his hair
sticking out a bit and his eyes still sleepy. I walk over to the bed and take
his hand, bringing it up to my lips for a kiss. He smiles, weakening my knees
with his dimples. “That’s my move, isn’t it?”

“I gotta go.”
I go to release his hand but he tightens his grip. “You’re trouble, you know
that? I have places to be.”

His cell phone
rings from the nightstand, forcing him to release my hand with a disapproving
grunt. “Stay with me a little while longer. What’s the rush?” The phone
continues to ring in his hand as he waits for my response.

“I can’t.” I
lean down and brush my lips against his, the ringtone finally fading out. And
then I start toward the door which is an extremely difficult task. Every ounce
of my being wants to stay with this man, if only just to talk to him.

“Wait, damn
it. At least tell me your name.” His phone starts ringing again, having been
ignored the first time.

“Thank you for
last night. I’ll never forget you.”

I allow myself
one last look before I slip out of his bedroom. His eyes are sad, pleading
even, and I can’t keep looking or I’m going to crack. I turn and leave before I
weaken even more. And I know I’ll never forget him. He was amazing, and exactly
what I wanted my first time to be like. A beautiful memory. That’s exactly what
he’ll be.

Ben

“Jesus Christ. What?” My voice gives away my mood and I’m
hoping this phone call is brief. I need to get some sleep. I barely got any
last night, but that was well worth it. Really fucking worth it.

“Well good morning to you too,” my sister snaps. She’s my
only sister, but she’s all over the place sometimes with her personality that
it feels like there’s twenty of her. “What are you doing right now? You busy?”
Her voice softens, the snippiness gone and quickly replaced with the tone she
uses when she wants something.

“I could’ve been if you wouldn’t have interrupted me.” I
grab the pillow my nameless angel used last night, bringing it up to my face.
Christ,
she smelled good.
Like berries and cream. “What do you want, Tessa?”

“Can you come over here and clean the pool? Every time I try
to use that stupid vacuum thing, it always jams up on me.” I hear her breathy
pause, knowing that the begging is about to start. “Please, Ben. It’s hot as
hell outside and when Mia gets here, I want to be able to spend the rest of the
day in the pool with her. Please, please, please.”

Mia Fucking Corelli. The most annoying girl that’s ever
lived.

I completely forgot she was spending the summer with Tessa.
Last time I saw her, she was an irritating fourteen-year-old. She and Tessa
followed me around like damn puppies, always wanting to do what I was doing.
And the fact that she practically lived at my house didn’t help much. She was
always around.

I toss the pillow I’d been inhaling to the end of the bed.
“Why the hell don’t you just stay inside with her? I’m not in the mood to spend
an hour cleaning out a damn pool.”

“Oh, come on, Ben. You owe me and you know it. Besides, I’d
rather have you and Mia get your awkward greetings out of the way so she can
relax a little.”

“What does that mean?” I get up and start getting dressed,
holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder. I don’t know what awkward
greeting she’s referring to. It wouldn’t be awkward. It’ll be brief. Really
brief. I have no desire to spend any time with that train wreck.

“You know exactly what that means. She’s nervous as shit
about coming back here because of you.” The sound of the sliding glass door
opening and closing comes through the phone. “Christ, it’s already a thousand
degrees out here.” She sighs and it’s dramatic even though it doesn’t have to
be. I know what she’s getting at. “If only I had a big brother who did nice
things for me. Nice things that are
well
deserved after all the last
minute favors I’ve done for him over the years.”

“Alright, Jesus.” I zip up my shorts and grab a clean
T-shirt from my dresser. “I’ll be over there in an hour.”

Her shriek causes me to bring the phone away to a safer
distance. I return it to my ear when her excitement dies down. “You’re the best
brother ever. But can you be over sooner? She’s on her way over here now.”

 “An hour. I’ve got my own shit to do today too, you
know.” Girls to track down and hopefully get their name.

I don’t miss the slight grunt she gives me before
responding. “Fine. Thanks, Ben.”

Hanging up the phone, I tuck it into my pocket and grab her
pillow one more time.
Wait.
Her pillow? Christ, get a hold of
yourself.
I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands and never,
never
let the girls spend the night. But this one was different. I was prepared to
tie her to my bed if she tried to leave last night. I inhale and let her scent
run through me, feeling it hit me deep in my gut. Never taken a girl’s
virginity before. That was intense. I really didn’t think she
was
one,
not with a body like that and the way she was flirting with me at the bar.
Sucking and biting my thumb like a fucking temptress. But her reaction to the
sex we had and the blood stain on my sheets definitely confirms that she was,
in fact, a virgin. Tossing the pillow to the floor, I wrap up my sheets and
walk them into the laundry room. I like the stain. No, I fucking
love
the
stain.  Knowing that she gave me something that nobody else will ever
have. A part of her that I can hold on to since she didn’t give me anything
else. Not even a fucking name.

I walk back into my room to slip on my shoes. Why wouldn’t
she tell me her name? What’s the big deal? I get the whole casual hook up
thing. No strings. No expectations. But I always know the name of the chick I’m
banging, or at least the name they give me. It could be made up for all I know,
considering that I’ve never pursued anything else with them after we’ve had one
night together. But this chick, hell I’d like multiple nights with her. Weeks
even. She wasn’t just an amazing lay, the best I’ve ever had, with a pussy I
could eat for hours and tits that’ll occupy all my fantasies until the day I
die. She was more than that. She was sweet and funny, with this laugh that I
wanted to hear more of. Her whole face lit up when she laughed. I wanted to
make her smile again, to see those full lips part and spread across her face.
And the way she looked at me with those big brown eyes, so dark I could get
lost in them. Plus, she fucking
knew
what I wanted last night without me
having to ask. I need control and she gave it to me, but she also pushed back
when I pushed her. When I bit her body, she cried out for more. When I rode her
until I thought my spine was going to snap in half, she demanded harder. She
met me in the middle and gave as well as she took. It was wild perfection. A
beautiful chaos. She was my match in the bedroom and I let her slip away
without giving me a name.

The fuck?
I should’ve spanked her and demanded she
give it to me.

I inhale the pillow that’s been pressed to my face for a
good several minutes. Next to her pussy, it’s the best thing I’ve ever smelt.
It dulls my senses like a drug. I’m high on her and I’m pissed that it won’t
last. I grab my keys and toss the pillow onto the bed. Never washing that
pillow case. Never.

The back roads leading away from my house are empty, which
disappoints me. I was hoping her car would’ve broken down or by some miracle
she would’ve gotten a flat tire and not known how to change it. Most girls
don’t, my sister included. But knowing my luck, she can probably change a tire
faster than me and went on her way back to Georgia or wherever she was headed.
Just passing through were her words. To where? She’s obviously from Georgia and
I have to hope that she’ll be making her way back through Ruxton when she’s
ready to return there, or if she’s already headed that way that she’ll want to
pass through here again. And if there is a God, I’d see her again. And I will
get that fucking name if it kills me.

I pull up around back at my parents’ house and park my truck
in the hardened mud. Nobody parks back here besides me, but that’s only because
my truck is the only vehicle that won’t get stuck. Tessa’s car has had to be
towed out of the muddy terrain back here several times when she’s tried to
prove that her Rav 4 rallies mine in off-roading capabilities. She’s smartened
up and wisely parks on the driveway now.

Walking through the grass, I spot two pair of legs bent on
lawn chairs next to the pool, both forming an upside down V. My sister’s are a
dead giveaway, considering she tans out here daily. The other pair contrasts
against hers like the dark hair against my sheets last night.
Fuck. Not the
time to get a hard on. Don’t think about her.
I stroll around the pool and
over toward the two girls, stopping next to Tessa. Both girls have their faces
covered with beach towels, but that’s not what I’m looking at. My eyes are
glued to what can’t possibly be Mia Corelli’s body. No fucking way. So much for
not getting hard.

“Ben! Jesus Christ, you scared the shit outta me.” Tessa
sits up and drops her towel into her lap and I notice Mia’s body tense up in
her chair. Her hands fist on the towel she’s lying on like she’s ready to knock
my ass out at any second. “I thought you said an hour? I just got off the phone
with you twenty minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well unfortunately, my plans escaped me.” I turn my
attention to the tight little body wrapped so perfectly in that yellow bikini.
“Mia, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Humph,” she replies.

I chuckle.
Damn.
Okay if that’s how she wants to play
this. “You look a lot different since the last time I saw you. Still wear those
nerdy glasses?” Tessa’s foot connects with my thigh and I grunt. “Ow. What?”

“You’re an asshole,” Tessa snaps. “Mia, ignore him. He’s
just mad that he hasn’t gotten laid in three months.”

I move in front of the chairs, giving myself a better view
of Mia but making sure to keep my eyes on my sister’s at the moment. “Fuck you.
I just got laid last night for your information. And she was incredible.”

“Humph,” Mia mumbles again.

I step to the side of her chair, putting her gorgeous body
right under my nose. Her tits are insane, full and barely wrapped up in the
tiny piece of fabric. I want to shake the man’s hand that created this bikini.
It was meant for this body. “Is my sex life amusing to you, Mia? Because if
you’d really like to see what I can do, I’ll take you right here on this lawn
chair. I’ll make you scream until your voice breaks.”

“No thanks. I, like you, got laid last night and am good for
several months. Years even. My pussy is still humming after getting worked with
that mouth of his.”

Her response is muffled by the towel but I definitely hear
the word pussy. And my cock hears it too.

“Dayyyyum,” Tessa chuckles.

I place my hand on her knee, gripping it softly. She tenses.
“I bet I can work it better than him.” My hand slides down her thigh, painfully
slowly. Barely moving at all. Her skin is smooth and warm. She stops me with
hers when I reach mid-thigh. “I’ll make you ride my face until you’re begging for
my cock.”

“Jesus Chr…” She sits up mid-sentence, the towel dropping
somewhere that I can’t seem to focus on. Because I can only focus on the face
that can’t possibly be Mia Corelli. “
You
? Ben? Ben! Oh God. Oh my God.”

“Holy shit.” I’m shocked. Completely shocked. It’s her. Mia
Corelli is
her
. What the fuck are the odds? “Mia I…” She quickly gets to
her feet, her hips swaying as she storms toward the house. “Mia, wait up!” I
yell, starting after her until Tessa puts her tiny frame in front of me and
blocks me.

“What the hell was that? Did you really just tell Mia that
you’d make her
ride your face
? You’re lucky she didn’t deck you.”

My sister is small so I can look over the top of her with no
problem, and doing so I see Mia slide the door shut behind her. “It’s
complicated. Move so I can go after her.” Not that I couldn’t move her myself,
but if that happened, she’d just climb onto my back like she liked to do when I
shoved her out of the way, and I needed Mia alone.

Her hands curl up into fists at her hips. “How is it
complicated? You made her uncomfortable, like you always do, because you’re an
asshole.”

I’m getting impatient. I grip Tessa’s shoulders and firmly
plant her in her lawn chair. “Give me a few minutes with her. I’m not going to
hurt her, I promise. I just want to talk to her.” My voice is sincere and Tessa
knows it.

Her shoulders relax and she scoots back on her chair,
resuming her favorite tanning position. “Five minutes. And if she’s crying when
I come in there, I’m keying your precious baby.”

Nice threat. Keying my truck would be a way to cut me deep,
but there’ll be no need for that. Mia wouldn’t be crying. I’d never make her
cry. If I could fucking
find
her. I’m roaming the house, listening for
any clues of where she might be, but dead silence fills the space. “Mia? Baby,
please let me talk to you.”

I hear a door open and she emerges from the hallway, her
eyes reddened and streaked with tears. “Don’t call me that. How dare you say
those things to me out there?” Our legs bring us together but she pushes
against my chest, not liking the closeness our bodies seem to crave. “I can’t
believe this! I can’t believe it was you last night. This can’t be happening.”
Tears run down her face and I wipe them away before she can reach up and stop
me.

“I can’t believe it either. But fuck, Mia, if this isn’t the
luckiest day of my life.” I bring my hands up to her face and hold her there,
feeling her shudder against me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you
all morning. Last night was—”

“A mistake,” she interrupts curtly. Her hands pry mine from
her face and she turns her body, staring out the window. “A huge mistake. If
I’d have known it was you, it wouldn’t have happened. I’m sure you know that by
now.”

“It wasn’t a mistake.” I move closer to her, bending to put
my nose into her hair.
Fuck. Nothing smelled this good. I’ll never get
enough of it.
“Something like that could never be a mistake. What you gave
me. What we shared. Mia, I’ve never…” I pause, needing to choose my words
carefully. “I felt it last night. Tell me you felt it too.” My hands run down
her arms and the fact that she is still in her tiny bikini is making my dick
harder than it’s ever been. “Baby, please.”
Please back up into me. Please
move my hands to your breasts. Please turn around and beg me to fuck you right
here.
I’ve never felt so completely geared up and so ready to unravel at
the same time. But that’s definitely how I am feeling right now. Like I could
snap at the slightest crook of her finger.

She moves quickly out of my grasp toward the hallway she
just emerged from. “I didn’t feel anything. And it
was
a mistake, Ben. A
huge mistake.” Her eyes reach mine with regret once more and I swear that there
are tears in them again. “You can’t stop ruining my life, can you?”