“You taste so good,” he murmured, parting her folds gently and dipping his tongue to lap at the tiny, responsive nub. Her breathy moans and cries spurred him on and he listened to the changes in her breathing to know when to speed up or slow down. Within five minutes, her thighs began to shake and she stuffed a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming and he knew he’d hit the right spot. He rose with a satisfied grin, his pride swelling in concert with his cock as she rocked on her hips, squeezing her thighs together with a heavy moan as her orgasm slowly receded.
“You are pretty talented with that tongue,” she admitted, her voice a little scratchy, suddenly grinning wildly. “Challenge accepted.” And then she latched onto his cock and the tables were reversed. She sucked and teased, gripping his balls with a tender but firm touch, nibbling at the sensitive head and nipping now and then, which caused him to jerk, and then when he thought he couldn’t handle another minute, she added her hands to the mix and then he was lost, coming so hard he nearly fell down, his knees buckling.
He felt fevered and flushed but definitely satisfied. He dropped to his butt, joining her on the soft grass, and then fell back with a thump. She joined him with a sigh, cuddling up to his shoulder as if she were always meant to be there. They stayed a moment just listening to the night sounds, watching as the fireflies buzzed and the pond water lapped at the shore. She broke the silence first. “What was it like growing up here?” she asked.
It was sanctuary. He sighed. “Well, we didn’t meet the Bradfords until we were young teens. Before that, we were stuck with the old man and growing up with him was shit.”
“How’d you get your dad to agree to let you stay with the Bradfords?”
“We paid him off. Kane knew the only way to get our dad to sign off on letting us stay the summer was if we were working and we gave up a percentage of our cash. We lied about how much we were making and then gave the bastard fifteen percent of our cash each week. It was enough to keep him in booze and that’s all he cared about anyway so he left us alone.”
She fell silent, digesting the information, then said, “That was pretty smart to pay him off.”
Her praise lifted the sudden crushing oppression memories of his dad always evoked. “It was Kane’s idea,” he admitted. “But yeah, Kane was pretty smart to think of it. Kane was always fast on his feet. Except when it came to Laci.” He chuckled at the memory of how stupidly stubborn Kane had been when Laci was involved. “He got it into his head that Laci was better off without him tagging along so he left her. Broke her heart. Went and joined the military. It was a stupid move but he had good intentions. It took years before they found each other again.”
“Kinda romantic,” CoCo said, sighing. “Star-crossed lovers.”
“Well, if you’d been around when they were yelling at each other, you might not say that. They have tempers and Laci is pure country. She can give as good as she gets.”
“I wish I could meet her.”
The wistful comment twisted something inside him and he tightened his hold on her because he knew it wasn’t likely that CoCo and Laci would ever meet. It wasn’t as if they traveled in the same circles. “You’d like her. She’s down-to-earth, very nice considering she’s a megastar, but then I’ve never looked at her like that. I still remember when she was a wild country girl, running around in pigtails and overalls, barefoot and free. Now she’s all famous but she’s just Laci to me. Kinda like a little sister.”
“You mean you never had a crush on her?”
“Nah, she always had eyes for Kane and I just never saw her like that. I love her and always will but she’s Kane’s girl and always will be.”
“Now, that’s romantic,” CoCo said, rising on her elbow. “Have you ever been in love?”
He shook his head. “No,” he answered, pausing to ask about the guy she wouldn’t share earlier at the bar. “Tell me about the guy you fell in love with.”
She sighed at the memory. “It’s kind of embarrassing. I mistakenly thought that this guy was into me but I found out later that he was playing a game with me and two other girls. I dumped him as soon as I found out. You might know him. He’s the lead singer of a famous band. Although at the time, he was just singing in his parents’ garage—badly, I might add—and having trouble booking gigs.”