The Boys Down South by Abbi Glines

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This was potentially stupid. No… it was stupid. I knew it was a bad idea. But he’d caught me in a moment of weakness. I was emotional. Watching Asher and Dixie dance. Seeing their happiness.

Bray’s hand on my back felt as if it was placed on the most sensitive spot on my body. It wasn’t, of course, but all my nerves tingled from that area throughout my body. Reminding me how those hands felt other places. What they had done to me and the erotic memories that were forever etched in my brain. There were things a girl could never forget. Sex with Bray Sutton was one of those things.

I was one of many. I was one of many.I repeated that mantra in my head as Bray walked me onto the dance floor and pulled me into his arms, just as “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran began to play over the speakers instead of the band. Dixie loved this song.

I normally turned it off when it came on the radio. The lyrics were too sweet. Too romantic. All the things I wouldn’t get in life. But it fit Dixie and Asher’s love story well. Almost as if it had been written for them.

Bray’s gaze was on me. But I hadn’t looked up at him yet. I was fighting it. Being this close to him in his arms was hard enough. Looking into his eyes was another thing. I watched the others around us dance. Brent seemed taken with Sadie. His smile was genuine. Real. Something that I was truly happy to see.

Steel and Meg were laughing as they danced. I wondered if there was something there. But then the way Meg had been talking about Bray, I doubted it.

“Where are you living?” Bray asked me. His voice low and husky. The song’s melody making this impossible not to feel anything.

“Why?” was my response, as I shifted my eyes upward to meet his.

“Just curious. I don’t intend to come find you. I got your message in the barn clear enough.” His voice sounded hurt. That caught me off guard.

“Robertsdale, Alabama,” I told him. No reason to keep it a secret now. Brent and Bray had healed. Brent had moved on. Bray and I had talked. Ended things. I didn’t have to be concerned he’d come find me.

“Interesting choice,” he said smirking. “I would have thought you’d chosen something more exciting.”

“I had all the excitement I could handle. I needed the opposite.” Proof this man didn’t know me at all.

He raised his eyebrows and his crooked smile stayed in place. “You left the excitement here. Missed all the drama when you ran.”

I had faced my own drama. It was called the struggle to survive. The real world. Getting free of the monsters that haunted my mind. That tarnished my soul before I even had a chance to live.

“I did what needed to be done,” I said.

He pulled me closer to him. It was subtle but each new part of my body that touched his came alive with the contact. “I’ll have to disagree with you.”

I was sure he would. Bray was all about self-indulgence. In his head, my leaving was all about him. He was the push I needed to finally run. To start a new life.

“It’s over. No reason to discuss it now.”

“Then come home. If it’s over, why stay away. Unless you love your new life and can’t bear to leave it behind.”

I thought of my trailer, my job, the solitude. I didn’t love it. But I clung to it. If I was ever going to have a chance at normal. Healthy. I needed my new life. I couldn’t tell him any of those things. Maybe I would have if he’d wanted more than sex. But that was all we ever were.

Bray was an addiction. I loved him. I knew that. I wanted not to love him. I wanted to be able to walk away and never think of him again. But I couldn’t. Saying I just needed him for a crutch, a way to survive was unfair. Being here with him, I knew that, yes, it had been love. It had been more.

Dixie was married now. There would be no more sleepovers, girl nights, gossip fests. She had a husband. She would want to be with him. Her home wouldn’t be a place I could go to find safety. Those days were a memory.

“I don’t fit here anymore. There’s not a place for me. I’ve found a place there.” My place there may seem dull and lonely. But it wasn’t. Not to me.

He scowled and shifted his eyes from me to stare angrily over my shoulder. Either someone was making him mad or he didn’t like my response. I kept silent. The song ended and I stopped then started to step back when his arms held me firmly. His eyes swung back to me.

“Go somewhere with me. Before you go.”

This was where a smart girl said no and walked away. The right thing to do was leave him, go kiss Dixie, wish her the best, promise to call and leave. Go back to my empty trailer. Go to bed and get ready to face work in the morning. I didn’t need three days off. That was what I should do. What I needed to do.

“Where?” I asked. Ignoring all the good advice I had just given myself. That girl I’d left behind seemed to be lurking in the shadows, trying to come out again now that I was in Bray’s arms.

“Just get in the truck and go with me. Right now.”

Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea. I stared up at him, ready to tell him that was a bad idea. That we were at a wedding and should stay here.

“What about Dixie and Asher?” I asked him.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced back at them. They were laughing and dancing again. No one existed but the two of them. The world was theirs. “They seem fine to me,” he drawled then fixed those blue eyes, the ones I dreamed about, back on me. His eyelids were heavy and the look there told me this wasn’t a chance to talk or catch up.

My stomach fluttered. Desire began to pull at me and make my body tingle. All I could do was nod. Saying the words made me feel ashamed of this. Of my weakness. But I wanted it too. Even if it was for a moment then I’d be gone. He’d move on to someone else tomorrow.

Where was my willpower?

His hand grabbed mine tightly and we were moving. Swiftly. Directly out of the tent and toward the cars parked out front. I had to almost run to keep up with his pace. I wondered if anyone had noticed us leave but didn’t glance back to check. If they did, it wouldn’t stop me. Now that I had given in. I was sunk. I couldn’t back out now. My body would rebel against me.

He jerked open the blue farm truck’s passenger door and hauled me inside, as if I couldn’t do it myself. The door slammed and he was in the driver’s seat too quickly. It was like he was in a race.

“Why are we in such a hurry?” I asked him as he sped up the hill and toward the main road.

He shot one look at me. The darkness was there drawing me in. I knew that look. It haunted my dreams. “Because if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to explode.”

My breath caught. I closed my eyes tightly. Anticipation for what I knew was to come made me feel alive for the first time in months. A good girl, a normal girl, wouldn’t do this when Bray Sutton told her he wanted to fuck her. She’d expect… no, she would demand more respect. Or at least affection, love even.

But me. I was ready to strip for the man, knowing this was nothing more than physical attraction. Getting what he was told he couldn’t have.

“I swear to God if you are sitting over there changing your mind, I’ll make you beg for it with my head between your legs.”

And that was why Bray Sutton was impossible to resist. He was beautiful on the outside and the devil on the inside.