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  “Macon is where Megan’s ex, Adam, is from. I hope we don’t see him.” I feel her shudder, and yet another thought comes rushing into my mind. The day of the wedding, Adam decided he wanted to put his hands on my girl, trying to get in her pants. If I had been there, he would have been a dead man.

  “I doubt it, baby. I highly doubt it.” Since I don’t plan on emerging from the room whatsoever, I don’t think seeing the nut sack is a problem. “Anyway, I don’t even want to wear clothes, so unless you want the world seeing me in the buff, we probably should just stay in.” I try to make her laugh, and I get a sweet giggle out of her.

  “Okay, stud, if you say so. Maybe you’ll get your wish after all.”

  “And what’s that?” The smile that makes me hard as shit creeps across her sexy pouty lips.

  “To stay in bed all day with me.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and slides closer. Her gentle hands slide down my trunks easily and she’s met with my rock hard cock. She frees me from the confines of my shorts and I keep my hands on the steering wheel. Trying to maintain my composure is damn near impossible with Allie stroking me off while driving on the interstate. I nearly lose control when she puts her lips around my tip and takes me all the way in her mouth.

  Holy fuck!

  She moans as she slides her mouth in time with her hand and the vibration makes me harder, which I didn’t think was possible. She takes her other hand and cups my balls, which are growing tight with the need to release.

  “Oh God, baby. That feels so good.” The words come out breathlessly as I glance down to watch her head bobbing up and down. I release a hand from the wheel and grip her hair. She likes when I take control, so I push and pull, manipulating her movements. The feel of her lips sliding up and down my dick is so damn hot. Her tongue licks and strokes with each suck and my concentration isn’t on the road. I do my best to remember that I’m driving down the road, but her hot mouth makes it really difficult.

  She lifts up and says, “Come for me, Donovan.” Those words are all it takes and I feel myself let loose in the back of her throat.

  “Fuck!” I moan as I finish my release. She doesn’t move her head until I’m done, then lifts up to smile at me.

  “That’s just a taste of it, sexy.” She licks those pink lips before she nips on my earlobe. “I don’t plan on giving you much of a break.”

  “Funny, that’s what I was going to tell you,” I say, readjusting myself as we pull up to a stoplight. “You won’t be walking straight when I’m done with you.”

  Chapter 5

  Allie

  My need for Donovan is overtaking my common sense. Last year, I never would have thought about giving a guy a blow job, especially not while he’s driving. Now, I’ve already given him two in the car. I can’t help but smile about it. He makes me feel so…adventurous and carefree. I have opened up to him in ways I didn’t think were humanly possible—well, at least for me. I tried to fight the overwhelming feelings I had for him, right from the start. I finally gave up and succumbed to it. Caution is thrown to the wind when it comes to this man.

  As he finally focuses on driving towards Macon, I notice the little things about him. When I used to stare at him, it was the big picture; hot, blue eyes, sexy hair. But now I see things about him that make him even more precious to me. The way he runs his hands through his hair when he’s anxious. The way the stubble grows on his jawline by mid-afternoon. The way he taps on his temple when he’s trying to come up with a solution to a problem. I also notice a small scar behind his right ear. A small imperfection on this flawless man of mine.

  “Where did you get the scar?” I ask as I trace the curved line that follows the outer edge of the back of his ear. I pray that it wasn’t from Claire.

  “I had surgery on my ear drum when I was a kid. Had a perforation. Nothing major,” he answers nonchalantly.

  Thank God.

  The rest of the trip proceeds in a comfortable silence with the exception of the radio. When we finally reach Macon, Donovan turns on the GPS on his smartphone. I have no idea where we’re going, so I ask.

  “It’s a surprise, baby.” He winks as he reaches for my hand. “I promise you’ll like it.” I have to remember. This isn’t a vacation; we’re running from a psycho bitch. The thought makes me frown and furrow my brow. Thinking about her just makes my blood boil. I hated her before, but now that I know all the despicable things she did to him, the hatred runs so much deeper now. I think that she has to be a demon disguised as a beautiful ex-con reality star. Now, here we are, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs running scared.

  “Babe? What’s the matter? What are you thinking about?” The questions snap me out of my angry thoughts and I notice we’re riding down a dusty dirt road.

  “Nothing. Just wishing we didn’t have to run from her like this.”

  “I get that, I really do. I don’t want to run either, but for your safety, we have to. I have no idea what she’s capable of.” He swallows hard. “Actually, I do. And that’s why we’re running from her. I’m turning my phone off right now, so I suggest you do the same. That way she has no way to track us.” He powers down his phone while I do the same. I’ll call my dad when we get there to let him know where we are.”

  I nod, then turn to look at our surroundings. The road started out kind of rough, but as we drove further down, the road smoothed out and the foliage was beautiful. There are wildflowers sprouting up everywhere, the trees are dense and green, and the house we’re pulling up to is gorgeous.

  House?

  “Whose house is this?” I ask, curious and confused. “I thought we were going to a hotel?”

  The house is painted a cornflower blue with white trim and a wrap around porch. It stood at three stories and was surrounded by a white picket fence. Crape myrtle trees graced the front lawn and I see what looks like a small harbor or bay behind the house.

  “It’s a friend of mine’s bed and breakfast. You might know him. Gabe,” he says with a smile. “He bought this place about two years ago for him and Stacey. He said we could use it whenever we like. He’s already called the front office people and let them know we’re staying for awhile.”

  “Wow, this place is overflowing with Southern charm, isn’t it?” We exit the truck and walk through the front gate. On the porch, there are wicker chairs and tables with outdoor throw pillows. “It looks so peaceful.” And it would be if it wasn’t for the reason why we’re here.

  “Yep, it’s pretty amazing. Come on, let’s go inside.” He holds the screen door open for me. As I walk past him, he firmly grabs my ass and I squeak. I swat at him as he gives a devilish grin. An older lady comes down the hallway to greet us.

  “Ya’ll must be Allie and Donnie. I’m Rebecca, the caretaker of Fair Morning Bed and Breakfast.” She had to be in her sixties, but looked as healthy as a horse. Her graying hair was cut into a bob right above her shoulders and her brown eyes sparkled. I liked her right away.

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for letting us stay here on such short notice. I apologize for that,” Donovan says as he shakes her hand.

  “Not a problem at all. You two will actually be the only guests for a few days. I don’t have anyone else until the weekend.”

  “Is that right? The whole place to ourselves?” he asks slyly, and I know the meaning behind that question.

  “Pretty much. Now, come on. Let me show you around.” She waves us to follow her, so we tag along as she shows us the kitchen, where we’re free to raid whenever we want. She shows us the back porch, which overlooks a tiny harbor where several boats are docked. Then she shows us to the third floor where our room is. She opens the door and blown away is an understatement.

  “This is our master suite, the one that Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt stay when they come to town. I’ll get your bags.”

  “Actually, ma’am, we don’t have any bags. When I said short notice, I meant it. Maybe you could tell me where the closest shopping center is.” He blushes a bit.


  “Well, we aren’t really close to anything. It takes about twenty minutes to get to town, but I’ll be glad to tell you.” Her Southern drawl makes me grin. She seems so much like my Nana. Maybe that’s why I like her so much. Rebecca gives Donovan directions to civilization, so I take a minute to take in the beauty of the room.

  The walls are painted a rich gold color, which is such a contrast to the house’s exterior. The bed is covered in a stark white duvet, with the large headboard is painted with the same colors. There’s a small cherry nightstand with fresh cut flowers in a crystal vase. I walk to the bathroom and I’m surprised to find a large white whirlpool tub with a box of red rose petals on the side. “First time I’ve seen that,” I say out loud. I slip off my flip-flops; the tile floor feels cool under my feet. I turn around to join Donovan and Rebecca, but find that she’s left already.

  “Come here.” He uses his index finger to motion me towards him. I smile and make my way over to the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His arms snake around my waist and he pulls me in flush against his hard body. “Let’s just pretend this is a getaway. Let’s not think about anything else except us.” He hugs me tight and brings my arms around him so that my hands meet. We stand like this for a few minutes when he pulls back.

  “I need to call my dad. Maybe I can have some stuff delivered up this way.” I look at him like he’s crazy. “What? I can have that done, you know. My dad won’t think twice about having some clothes and whatnots brought to me here.” I shrug my shoulders and nod. I don’t believe that he could have that done. I figure he’s just saying that so he can keep me in bed all day.

  He leaves the room. I reach for my phone and power it on. I send a text to my friend Livey to let her know that we’re okay and we won’t be home for a few days. Since she’s my BFF, not to mention my roommate, she has a right to know where I am. I don’t wait for a response before I power the phone back off. I toss it in my purse, walk over to the window, and check out the beautiful view.

  I must have been lost in thought because the next thing I know, I feel a bare chest against my back and those familiar strong arms envelop me. I close my eyes and let his scent invade my senses. The essence of Donovan is the best smell I can think of.

  Not one word is spoken as his hands lower to the hem of my sundress. He raises it slowly above my head, leaving me in my bikini. He throws it to the side, then unties the strings around my neck. My top falls down, exposing my breasts, which he proceeds to gently run his fingertips over. I tilt my head back as my other senses fade and pleasure starts to become my only sensation.

  “They fit perfectly,” he breathes into my ear as he gently cups his hands underneath and pushes my breasts up. “You’re beautiful, in every way.” The comment makes the heat rise in my cheeks. I don’t know if I will ever get used to being complimented like this all the time, but it sure sounds sexy.

  He brings his hands around to my back and pulls the strings that hold my top on so that it falls to the floor. He slides his hands down my waist as he rains light kisses on my bare shoulders. After looping his fingers into the sides of my bottoms, he grips my hips and pulls me back against him. He’s already hard as steel and as anxious for me as I am for him. The man makes me as intoxicated as an all-nighter at a bar. I bring my arms up and link my hands behind his neck, bringing his 6’2” stature down to my size. His thumbs and index fingers pull the strings with one single tug, the bottoms of my swimsuit pool at my feet.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of looking at you. You’re like a goddess, begging to be worshipped.” He drops to his knees behind me. “Please let me worship you.” His skilled fingers run up and down my legs, moving from the outer to the inner part of my thighs. Then he places a hand on my back and bends me over so my own hands rest on the end table with my ass just slightly poked out. “Answer me, Allie.” His voice is commanding, yet quiet.

  “Yes.” That’s the only word I can come up with. Like every other word is stupid and irrelevant. “Yes.”

  “That’s my girl.” With that one little word, I knew he was going to send me over the edge again and again. As I stand with my ass on display, he spreads my legs apart further. Then I feel his warm tongue rim the edges of my folds. I lean over so I’m practically laying on the table. I hold onto it for dear life as he mercilessly licks me from my clit back, like it’s some sort of popsicle that’s melting.

  I put my head onto my arms and do my best to stifle out my moans. “Aw, fuck!” He brings me to the brink of my climax, then stops. I shiver with frustration.

  “Why did you stop?” I whine, wanting his mouth back on me.

  “It will be worth it, baby. Trust me.” His voice comes from across the room. I grunt as I get ready to stand back up. “Nope, stay like you are,” he demands. I do as I’m told, but not happily. I wait, impatiently for him to come back as I stand there naked.

  “What are you doing over there?” I again try to move, then I feel his hand on my back.

  “Now you can stand.” When I do, he slips a blindfold over my eyes. “What the hell?” I grab at it, trying to lift it up. I’m not so sure I like not being able to see.

  “Please keep it on. Don’t you trust me?” I feel his lips press against mine, which is unexpected. I return his kiss, still wanting to see him.

  “Yes, I trust you.”

  “Good, now take my hand and follow me.” As I blindly walk behind him, I’m still debating on taking this thing off.

  “What is this thing? Where did you get it?” I feel the cool satin-like material under my fingertips.

  He chuckles. “It’s a sleeping mask, courtesy of the inn. Now, enough talking. Lay on your back.” He gently lowers me down so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, although I don’t know what end. The soft down comforter feels good against my skin as I scoot back. I lay down. “Now, spread your legs and your arms.”

  “Why?” His answer to me is a finger against my lips.

  “I said no more talking. I told you it was going to be worth it, now just trust me.” I nod in response, trying to relax. Then I feel my wrists being bound together with what seems like a satin scarf. I feel panic starting to set in; my breathing increases and I pray I don’t hyperventilate. “Calm down, baby. Look, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

  “No, I want to. It’s just…I’m nervous since I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  He plants a chaste kiss on my cheek and says, “Then relax. All you have to do is just feel me.” I agree, allowing my sense of touch to take over. Then he starts at my earlobe and I can tell he’s laying beside me. I try to reach out to touch him, then remember my hands are tied together. Now that’s a bit irritating. I try to remember to just feel, so I make the tension loosen up. Donovan starts lightly kiss down my neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake.

  He shifts, then he’s on top of me. His sexy lips find my nipples and I gasp as he takes one into his mouth. The unexpectedness is totally starting to grow on me. Actually, it’s pretty damn hot. His teeth nip and his tongue swirls around my pebble, then switches to the other. My sense of touch is on overload as I feel the impending orgasm starting to build up. What have I been missing?

  “Donovan!” I cry out. I want so bad just to run my fingers through his hair, then push his head back down below my waist. He’s taking his sweet time getting there, and I’m loving every minute of it. My back bows off the bed as he leaves my breasts and begins the hot journey down my stomach. Those searing kisses make my skin feel like it’s on fire and the tips of his hair tickle me as he finally reaches my increasingly wet folds. Just when I didn’t think my body could take anymore, his tongue plunges inside me and I can’t hold back anymore. The tension my body has been holding onto since the first time he gave me oral lets loose. I push myself up as my climax spirals me out of control, taking me to a new sexual plateau that I have never experienced. He keeps his mouth down there as I come down, his tongue continuously going back and
forth against my super sensitive clit.

  “Oh. My. God. That was amazing.” I smile as I feel him lay down on top of me.

  “It’s not over yet, baby.” He unties my hands and they immediately take solace in his silky brown hair. I pull his head down so his lips meet mine. This time, my tongue is the one doing the invading. As we get tongue tied, he uses his legs to open mine. I feel the head rub against my entrance, which is still slick from the last body-convulsing orgasm I just had.

  “Please fuck me,” I whisper into his mouth as he slides easily inside. We both release a groan as our bodies mold into one. My eyes are still hidden from his, but I know the look he has on his face. His chest lifts up off mine and he puts his weight onto his hands as his rhythm increases. My muscles clench around him as he starts to pound into me.

  All of a sudden, he puts his hands underneath my back and lifts me up so that I’m straddling him but we’re sitting nose to nose. I bend my knees at his sides as I begin to move my body up and down to meet his pelvic thrusts. I grind into him like I was a stripper giving him a lap dance, putting my ass into it.

  “God, it’s always so good with you, baby.” Donovan holds on to me as another orgasm rips through me. I fall into his chest as my body gives in to the pleasure this man has brought me. My legs feel like Jell-O and my heart is beating out of my ribcage. He digs his fingers into my flesh as he comes right after me. He holds me down until the last throb of his dick has ebbed. Collapsing on the bed, still wrapped in each other’s arms, I slip off the mask. I forgot it was still light outside, so my eyes try to readjust to the brightness that fills the room.

  “Told ya it would be worth it.” I love to hear that Southern twang in his voice; it’s enough to melt my panties off. Well, if I was wearing any panties, that is.

  “That you did. And you were right.”

  “As usual.” He leaps out of bed and tries to drag me with him. “As much as I would love to lay around with you buck ass naked all day long, we should probably at least go get the bare essentials.”