Where We Belong (Alabama Summer #3.5)

It baffles me. Does he not know how this will end?

I carry Nolan over to the bed and lay him down next to Chase, tucking him under the covers. Moving around to the other side, I straddle Ben’s lap and block his view of whatever show is captivating him more than this unbelievable drama.

“Do you know what’s going to happen when Reed finds out?”

“Who said Reed has to find out?”

I gape at him. “If they start dating, you don’t think it’ll be obvious?”

Ben snorts, pulling my waist and drawing me closer. “Maybe they just wanted to fuck. People do that, Mia. It ain’t always about being in a relationship with someone.”

I arch my brow.

He hovers his mouth over mine. “Unless it’s you and me.”

“Good save,” I whisper, leaning in and kissing him slowly, forgetting about anything outside of this room and once again being all-consumed by this man. “I want to do more than this, but I think we better let the boys sleep.”

His hands roam down my back to my ass, squeezing me there. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

“You going to be okay with just a kiss right now?”

His breathing pauses.

Leaning back, Ben takes my face between his hands and runs his thumb over my lip, smearing the moisture there and staring at my mouth.

“Yeah. That’s one helluva kiss, Georgia.”

I blink, my own breath catching somewhere in my throat as I remember that night at the bar and those words and Ben, his beautiful face squinting across the parking lot, gaze narrowing in on my old license plate before he took me home and I never left.

He didn’t know who I was. I didn’t think I knew him. But we were wrong.

And it was perfect.

Tugging him off the bed, my heart pounding now for an entirely different reason, I slowly back across the room with his hand in mine.

“I think it’s time for another bath,” I whisper, wiggling my brows.

Ben laughs. I squeal, jumping into his arms the second he strips off his shirt.

“No bubbles.”

I smile against his mouth. “I love you.”

“That’s all I need, baby,” he says, positioning himself to take me. “All I’ll ever fucking need.”

I close my eyes, feeling him stretch me. Fill me.

And I’m home.

The End

What I Need

CJ & Riley’s story

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I’m going to keep this thank you simple.

Thank you to every reader who fell in love with Ben and the rest of my Bama Boys. Your enthusiasm for their stories inspires me every day.

Xo,

J

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SWEET ADDICTION

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Joey? I need you!” I’m flustered and running late as usual, frantically trying to zip up my new black strapless dress and failing miserably. “Damn it, Joey.”

Throwing my hands in the air in frustration, I step into my favorite black pumps and run downstairs into the bakery, my bare back completely exposed. Joey, my assistant and dear friend, is leaning his tall, perfectly tailored, suited frame against the doorway and watching me, clearly amused. A winning smile spreads across his face, and if I weren’t so rightly irritated, I would have stopped to appreciate just how handsome he looks.

“What the fuck? Can you zip me up, please, so we can go? The cake should have been delivered over an hour ago.”

He pushes off the wall and moves toward me, his expression softening. “No, dear, it’s already been delivered.”

My back straightens as the cold metal of the zipper slides up my spine. “What? No it hasn’t.”

“Yes, it has.” His hands grip my shoulders and spin me. “I dropped it off myself because I knew you would be freaking out up there getting ready and making us late.”

“Really?” I ask, staring up at him unconvinced.

He nods. “Really, cupcake.”

Smiling and reaching up, I kiss him quickly on his freshly shaven jaw. “You’re the best, you know that right?”

“I know.” His eyes run down my body and I feel my cheeks heat up. “You look amazing, Dylan. Seriously,” he wiggles his brows at me, “if tits did anything for me . . .”

I hold up my hand to stop him, but teasingly mold my breasts and plump them up. “Yeah? They do look fantastic right now, don’t they?” He smiles down at me, his one dimple sucked in tightly.

“You ready for this?” he asks as he brushes my hair off my shoulder. “We can still back out. I’m all for ditching this shit and going bar hopping instead.” His brow arches as he searches my face, waiting for my response.

I exhale forcefully and grab his arm, leading him toward the door. “No, we can’t ditch. Juls will be pissed if we don’t show up. Besides,” we halt at the door and I grip his massive shoulders, “I thought you wanted to do bad things with men we’ll never see again?” Slutty wedding sex awaits and I am more than ready to experience it.

His eyes quickly light up with mischief. There’s the naughty Joey I know and love. “Oh, fuck yes. Let’s do this, cupcake.”

FAYETTE STREET IS BUZZING WITH people, all wandering in and out of shops on this beautiful June day. I lock up and spin around, seeing Joey stomping his foot irritatingly in the direction of our transportation.

“Seriously, Dylan? Do we have to take the van? This suit is way too nice for that thing, and you know what kind of cars those rich bitches will be rolling up in.” He motions to his outfit with a sweeping hand as I walk toward the driver’s side.

“I’m sorry, but do you have another suggestion? Your car is in the shop and this is my only mode of transportation at the moment.” I open the door and step in, standing on the ledge and looking over the roof at his scrunched up face. “And be nice to Sam. He’s been through a lot lately.”