Chapter 23 Honey
HONEY
Looking down at the mess on my chest, I run my finger through it. Rub it across my nipple. Up my chest. Across my bottom lip.
Beau groans. “Stop or I’m gonna wanna do this all over again.”
I lick my lips and smile. “And that’s a problem why?”
Shaking his head with a laugh, he heads for the en suite bathroom. After he turns on the water, he sticks his head back in. “Wanna join me?”
Do I want to take a shower with Beau? Heck yes.
I slide out of bed and join him in the bathroom. He runs his hand through his disheveled hair as he gives me a rueful smile. “Sorry about the lack of amenities here. I haven’t finished renovating the cabin.”
Leaning up on my toes, I kiss him. “Your house is lovely.” My family lives in a mansion, and everyone’s miserable.
I’ll take the little cabin with the salmon tile, the eighties vibe, and the cowboy firefighter.
“Besides, have you seen my apartment? The floorboards are a little iffy in places. I’m afraid I’ll fall through if I’m not careful. ”
That makes him freeze. He gets that no-nonsense look in his eyes, and Beau the firefighter glares at me. “That’s a hazard, Honey. You could get hurt.”
“I like to think of it as a life lesson. Take my father, for example. I know not to get mouthy or he’ll get pissed. It’s like those floorboards. You just avoid them.”
Beau shakes his head as he drags me into his shower stall and closes the door. “Let’s wash you off before I decide to demo your house and fine your landlord.”
Chuckling, I hand him the body wash. He grabs a washcloth and douses it with soap. He’s reaching for me when he freezes. “What the hell happened here?” He gently touches my arm where a new bruise the shape of someone’s hand blooms.
“Um.” Do I tell him what happened? “You’re not going to like the story.”
Beau’s eyes flare. “Did that asshole do this to you?”
I put my hands on his chest. “I’m okay. I swear. And he apologized. I don’t think he realized how hard he grabbed me.”
His jaw tightens. “Someone needs to teach that fucker some manners.”
I lean up to kiss him. “Funny, but I basically told him the same thing. Now are you going to suds me up or what?” I grin at him and hold up my arms. I’m in a post-sex daze thinking about how he came all over me. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It takes him a minute to calm down, but finally, he nods.
While he scrubs me down, I watch his corded muscles contract. His stomach muscles strain. His dick bounces against his stomach.
The man came five minutes ago, but he’s ready again. He pays special attention to my breasts and my ass and uses a soapy finger against my clit.
“You’re being very thorough,” I pant as he pins me against the wall and kisses me.
He smirks. “You were quite sticky.”
I rest one arm on his broad shoulder while I drag the other hand down his chest. For the record, he has the perfect amount of chest hair. Not too much that he’s a yeti. Not all groomed and shaved off. “And whose fault was that?”
His grin widens with pride. “Mine.”
I expect him to try to fuck me. We’ve already done the deed once. So why not now that we’re in the privacy of his house?
Except he ignores his giant erection to wash my hair. “Lean back, baby.”
The man freaking washes my hair. And it’s not a rush job. He slowly massages my scalp, making me boneless, and then grabs the conditioner.
When he’s done, I’m so sleepy, I could collapse in the corner. But I want to reciprocate his sweet gestures, so I grab his washcloth. First I soap his arms. Then his shoulders and chest. Then his enormous dick.
When he’s sparkling clean, I kiss him, loving how his length presses against me. I’m so tempted to climb him like a tree and have sex right here. I’m on the pill. We don’t have to use a condom.
But that will make the end so much harder.
Because my father will never accept me dating Beau Walker.
So I’d better make the most of this.
Beau groans when I wrap my hand around his thick length and jerk him off. “Honey.” When he leans back, the cords of his neck strain so enticingly, I lick them.
And then I can’t stop.
I lick down his chest. Down his abs. Down to his perfect cock.
And for the first time in my life, I get down on my knees because I want to, not because a man pressured me to do it.
With water in my lashes, I look up at him as I flick my tongue over his head. I put on a show so he can watch me take him in my mouth. I lick his slit and he groans in approval.
From this angle, he’s a Michelangelo. All sinew and corded muscle.
As I suck and lick and pull him to the back of my throat, his grunts make my clit pulse. So I reach down and rub myself as I give him a blow job.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come too.” He grips my tits and pinches my nipples. “Do you like this?”
I nod. For some reason, I like Beau’s roughness. He always does it the right way. He’s featherlight on my clit but rough on my tits. It’s perfect.
He pulls on my nipples, just a little, and my whole body lights up.
But it’s the way he watches me, the way his thumb rubs over my lips as I stretch wide over his cock, that sets me on fire. “You’re doing such a good job, princess. I’m gonna come so hard.”
I rub my clit faster as he swells in my mouth. When he tries to pull out, I shake my head.
“Are you sure?”
Yes, Beau. Come down my throat.
Rhythmically, I suck his swollen head and tightly swirl my hand around his base. “Fuck,” he shouts when he finds his release.
I swallow every drop and relish every curse he mutters.
Watching him come is all I need to detonate.
When he slides out of my mouth and looks down at me with so much affection, it hurts my heart.
Because, someday soon, I’m going to have to let Beau Walker go.
And I don’t think I’m going to be ready.
After he towels me off, we collapse naked in his bed. I curl up, and he immediately pulls me to his chest and drags the covers over us. “Do you need to be anywhere in the morning? Should I set an alarm?”
“No alarm.” I’m ready to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning with him.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
I’m not prepared for how good it feels to sleep in his arms. It’s blissful.
Some time in the middle of the night, I get up to go to the bathroom, and I hear a little meow outside his bedroom. I crack open the door, and a little orange kitten bounds in and jumps on the bed like she owns the place. I smile and slide under the blankets.
When the sun creeps through the blinds a few hours later, I realize there’s more than one kitten pouncing on the bed.
“I see you met my little monsters,” Beau says groggily.
I glance over, and there’s a kitten making biscuits on his chest and another one curled up near his head. “How did this happen?”
“I’m a sucker for a kitten in need. Come here.”
He pulls me to him, displacing a feline, who shoots us an irritated look as she makes her way across the bedding to settle in front of me. I pet her, and she relaxes and starts to purr. “This is nice. I could get used to you.”
“Do you mean me or my kittens?”
Laughing, I tug his arm around me. “Them, but you’re not so bad, I guess.”
“You guess?” He tickles me, and I squeal.
I love teasing him. Leaning back, I look up at him. “A sexy cowboy and kittens? I’m all about this vibe. If you’re not careful, I’m going to take a photo of you with your kittens and make it my screensaver.”
He licks my neck. “I like your kitty too.”
Arching back into his morning wood, I grin. “Really? Tell me more.”
Just then, a door slams somewhere in the house. “Bro! Get your ass up!”
“Shit.” Beau sits up, alarmed. “You’d better—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence before Jace charges in the bedroom. Thankfully, the blanket is pulled up, but Jace’s eyes widen. “Well, slap my ass and call me pretty. I did not have this on my bingo card this year.”
Beau chucks a pillow at his brother. “Have you ever heard of knocking?”
Jace scratches his head. “I’ve never knocked before. But then, you’ve never had a woman over here.”
I pull the blanket higher and sit up to look at Beau, who leaps out of bed to yank on some jeans.
I pause my internal freakout over being discovered to appreciate his muscular ass. How did I not notice that in the shower?
And, oh my God. Is that true? Am I the only girl he’s had over here?
Making himself at home, Jace leans against the doorframe and takes a bite out of an apple. “So when did this happen?”
“None of your business,” Beau growls as he heads for his dresser to grab a t-shirt.
“Gotta say, Honey McAllister is outta your league.”
“Thanks, asshole. Tell me something I don’t know.”
Jace chuckles and takes another bite of his apple. “I just mean, she’s Cartier and cashmere, and you’re turnout gear and grease.”
Annoyed, I huff. “I’m right here, you know. And I’m not out of anyone’s league. I’m a schoolteacher, for Pete’s sake.”
He points the half-eaten apple at me. “But you’re an heiress, and your dad’s richer than…” He snaps his fingers. “What’s that saying?”
“Richer than Croesus.”
“That.” Turning to his older brother, Jace smiles. “She’s smart. I like that. Nice job, bro.” He holds up his hand to high-five Beau, who ignores him as he heads into the kitchen.
When Jace just stares at me, Beau grabs him and pulls him out of the bedroom before he turns back to me. “Sorry about that, babe. Get dressed, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”
After he closes the door, I grin. He called me babe. And he called me baby again last night.
Grateful for the en suite bathroom, I duck in there to get dressed and braid my hair because it looks like it’s been blown by a wind turbine. When I join the guys in the kitchen, they stop talking suddenly.
“What did I miss?” I ask as I lean against the counter, knowing they were discussing me.
Jace peels an orange on the other side of the bar. “I was asking my beloved older brother if you two were common knowledge or if I was the first to discover your little love nest.”
I chuckle as Beau rolls his eyes and reaches for the eggs. “Jace, shut up before you embarrass me.”
Beau looks so disgruntled, I decide I have to do something to make him feel better.
I take the egg carton out of his hands, place it on the counter, and rest my hands on his shoulders.
Leaning up on my tiptoes, I graze my lips against his.
“Thanks for the ice cream last night.” I smile at him, hoping that he knows how grateful I am for everything else.
“But I should probably go. I have a million essays to grade that I’ve been neglecting. ”
His arms wrap around me as his serious eyes study me. “You okay? Sorry about my brother.”
Jace, who’s two feet away, whistles. “Is this why Baylee put y’all together in her wedding?”
I turn to him. “No one knows except you. Can you keep this a secret?” I glance at Beau, hating that we have to sneak around. “At least for a while, right?”
He nods. “Unfortunately.” Leaning down, he kisses me. “Let’s go out next weekend. We could go a couple of towns over for dinner so we don’t see people we know. Maybe do some country dancing.”
“Do you mean out on a date?”
He gives me a rueful smile. “Yeah. I’m sorely out of practice with this whole courtin’ thing, but I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to do nice things for you.”
Courting? I can’t bring myself to correct him. Because I’d desperately love to date Beau.
Grinning, I lean up to kiss him again. “Only if you want to.”
He pats my ass. “That’s not even a question.”