Southern Devotion (Southern Heart 4)

Jamie spots us and smiles. “You two are next,” she tells us.

“We are,” I agree. I’ve never made it a secret that I want to spend the rest of my life with Olivia. Hell, I talked to her parents months ago. Everyone knows, and I’m good with that. I want to shout it from the rooftops, letting the world know that the beautiful woman in my arms is going to be my wife.

I pull Liv a little closer as we sway to the beat of the song. My hand lazily strokes up and down her back, and I love the feel of her in my arms.

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Her whispered confession travels straight to my dick.

“Now look what you did,” I say, pulling her even closer so my hard length is pressed into her.

“Really?”

“Yep. Just thinking about you being my wife, every damn time. This time you said it, so yeah—”

“I feel terrible.” She pretends to be sad, but I can read right through her. “Maybe we should go back to the room, you know, because you’re not feeling well.” She wiggles her hips just slightly, rubbing against me. “I’m sure it’s… painful.”

“Thank you all for being here,” Mike says, pulling us out of our lust-filled conversation. He looks down at Jamie. “My wife and I, we just wanted to start our lives together. And to have you here to be a part of that is something we’ll never forget.” Jamie goes up on her tiptoes and kisses him. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a villa to get to.”

We all laugh, knowing it’s not the villa they’re rushing off for. With a round of hugs and congratulations, they’re off, and the rest of us say goodbye and head to our respective rooms.

“Remind me to thank your brother,” I say as we step onto the elevator to head to our room.

“Why’s that?”

“I was about to pull you from that room, and there would have been no doubt as to why.”

As if she needs a reminder, I reach down and adjust my dick that’s pressing against my zipper. When the elevator doors open, I place my hand on the small of her back and lead us to our room. Reaching into my wallet, I pull out our room card and insert it into the lock. The lock releases and Olivia turns the handle, walking into the room with me on her heels.

I drop my wallet and the key card onto the dresser, pulling my phone and hers from my pocket and setting them on the table as well. She’s facing away from me, sitting on the edge of the bed, unstrapping her heels. One by one, I open the buttons on my shirt before sliding my arms out of the sleeves and tossing it across the chair. Next come my shorts and underwear, which also get tossed on the chair. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I stroke from root to tip, watching her. When she stands and turns to face me, mouth open, probably to ask what I want to do the rest of the night, she pauses. She closes her mouth, her eyes going to my hand and cock.

“You started without me,” she breathes.

“You better catch up, then.” I watch her, my eyes following her hands as she slips out of her yellow sundress, letting it fall to the fl

oor. She’s wearing a pale yellow bra and panties, which stand out like a beacon against her bronzed skin. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and slowly, torturously so, she slides one strap and then the other over her slender shoulders before letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts are firm and round, begging for my mouth. I want to rush to her, pull her naked body against mine and devour her. Trace every inch of her soft skin with my tongue, show her with my body what she means to me. Instead, I hold steady, stroking my cock. “Keep going,” I urge her. She needs to lose the panties. If I get any closer, I’ll end up ripping them off her.

“Like this?” she asks coyly. I watch as her fingers wrap around the slender band of her lace panties. She pulls them over her hips and down her legs, kicking them to the side.

“Better,” I say, taking her in. “You’re beautiful, Livy.” I take a step toward her. One foot after the other, I move until my arms wrap around her waist and tug her against me. This right here, her in my arms makes everything right in my world.

“Make love to me.” She looks up at me, those green eyes showing me that the love that’s pulsing through my veins is in hers as well.

Placing my lips over hers, I kiss her. The taste of her on my tongue only fuels my desire. Hands on her thighs, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Climbing onto it with her tiny frame still wrapped around me, I settle her head on the pillow. After breaking the kiss, I trail my lips across her jaw and down her slender neck.

“Dave,” she whispers.

I lift my head, my eyes meeting hers. What I see is my undoing. So much love, want, need—all for me. Dropping my head to her chest, I suck a pert nipple into my mouth, loving it with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed, silently asking for more. Not one to disappoint my girl, I release her hard nipple with a pop and trail kisses to the other, giving it the same attention.

“Please,” she hums. Her eyes are closed, her back still arched, head tilted to the side as she waits for me to give her what she wants.

I don’t move, waiting for her to open her eyes. I want her to be looking at me when I slide deep inside of her.

“There she is,” I whisper against her lips when her eyes open and watch me. “I love you, Livy,” I say, pushing inside of her.

“Love you,” she replies, digging her nails into my back.

I take just a minute to cherish the feeling of being home, because that’s what it is. Every time I’m inside of her, a sense of belonging washes over me, like this is where I’m meant to be.