Chapter 32
BB
“Is he okay?” Beau asks the minute I walk into our bedroom.
“He’s sound asleep,” I answer, wanting to erase the worry I see on her face. Beau has been through so much today. I don’t want her worrying about anything else.
“Shit. I hate him finding out about Robin,” she mutters, chewing on her nail.
I’ve noticed she does that when she’s nervous.
“I never wanted him to know. If you had just listened to me instead of acting like a stubborn ass—” To stop her from berating me, I dive onto the bed, causing her to bounce.
I bury my head into my pillow to hide my smile. “Hunter!” she squeals.
I turn on my side to look at my woman. I can’t believe—especially after the hell that we just lived through—that Beau somehow turned this afternoon into the best day of my life.
My gaze moves to the clock on her bedside table.
It’s midnight. Apex, Eli, Pez, and Spider just went home.
Gordo brought slider around for a little bit, but they didn’t stay.
Mary Ann gave him orders to have Slider back by nine—much to Slider’s dismay.
Mary Ann is hurting Slider by trying to use him as a more control over Gordo.
If the man doesn’t get his head out of his ass soon, Mary Ann will have his balls permanently attached to her purse like a fucking trophy.
“What are you thinking?”
“You won’t like it,” I murmur instead of answering.
I close my eyes and turn once more so my stomach is pressing against the mattress.
Beau shifts, but I don’t bother looking to see what she’s doing.
It has been a hell of a day. I feel her lifting my shirt and manage to lift my head. “What are you doing, Harper?”
“You look like you could use a good massage,” she says. “Help me get your shirt off.”
“If you wanted me naked, baby, all you had to do was ask.”
“I didn’t say naked, I said your shirt.”
“Disappointing,” I grumble, shedding my shirt and throwing it on the floor. This time I roll to my back so I can watch my woman.
“Of course, if you want to be naked. I’m not going to complain,” she adds playfully.
“The way I see it, I already have my shirt off. Yours is on. Seems like you should take yours off just to be fair,” I suggest, grinning at her.
She smirks down at me and then pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it into my face.
I laugh as I grab it, breathing it in. “What about the bra?” I ask, pushing my luck.
“You didn’t have to take a bra off,” she points out.
“No, but I could have been wearing one.”
She snorts and lets out a chuckle. “Are you telling me you wear bras, Cowboy? I had no idea you were so kinky.”
“I’m trying to break you in slowly,” I purr. “Now be a good girl and get rid of that bra.”
“So bossy,” she chastises.
“You like it,” I counter.
“How do you figure that, Hunter?”
“You get wet as fuck when I order you around,” I purr. Both of us know I’m telling her the damned truth.
“Do you think you have me all figured out, Cowboy?” she asks.
“Not yet. I figure it will take me a lifetime to do that.”
“That’s good because that’s exactly what you promised me tonight and I plan to collect it,” she playfully warns, unlatching my belt and then pulling the button free.
“Are you going to help me with these pants or am I going to have to do all the work?” In answer, I slide my pants down and Beau helps get them from my legs.
She taps her finger against her chin. “What do next?” she questions.
“Have I ever told you that I really like that you go commando, Hunter?”
“I don’t believe so,” I tell her, reaching down and capturing my cock by wrapping my hand around it and stroking it firmly in my hand.
“Shit,” Beau hisses making me grin. Ty is right about that being her favorite word.
“You still haven’t taken off your bra or your sexy little shorts,” I point out.
“Do you promise if I do that, you’ll behave yourself so I can … play?”
The hunger I see in her eyes has my cock getting even harder than it already is. “What if I promise to hold out as long as I can?” I ask, gruffly. Desire shoots through me so strong that if I was standing it would cause me to stagger.
She grins, standing up straight, at the foot of the bed.
“I can work with that,” Beau brags. I watch as she slowly takes off the soft pink bra she’s wearing.
Her perfect tits that are large, with beautiful peach nipples that stick out begging for my mouth.
Christ, every single time I look at her, she just gets better and better.
Her hands cup her breasts, and I groan watching her.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “See something you like, Cowboy?”
“Fuck, yeah, I do,” I growl, my voice hoarse with hunger.
“Do you want a taste?” she purrs, pinching her nipples. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.
“Bring it to me,” I beg.
“In time, Hunter. You can’t rush some things,”
“At least take off those damn shorts and let me see that sweet little pussy. Please, baby?” She bites down on her lip.
Her nipples are hard and stiff. She’s so excited, I bet I could get her off with just a couple of touches.
That’s one thing about the two of us together.
We’re always instant fire. I want her like I never thought it would be possible to want a woman.
I lose myself in her with just one touch.
I watch—mesmerized—as she hooks her fingers on each side of her pajama shorts and then pushes them down her body.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, realizing that she’s not wearing panties.
If I had known that, I’d already taken her up against the fucking wall.
“Getting a little too excited, Hunter? Your poor cock is weeping,” she breathes out, kicking her shorts to the side.
“Stop teasing me, Beau. I’m about to blow without you even touch me, like some fucking kid that just saw his first set of tits.”
It seems like an eternity before she climbs on the bed and straddles my hips.
It feels like the sweetest heaven imaginable.
The heat of her presses against my cock, the lips of her sweet pussy open as she presses her wet cunt against the hard ridge of my shaft.
Beau doesn’t move. She just presses against me and stares into my eyes.
“You feel so good, Hunter.”
My hand cups the side of her face and I take a moment to look at my beautiful Beau.
The shadows that I’d see in her face from time to time are gone.
There’s no unknown darkness that I couldn’t quite reach holding her back.
Being intimate with her—in whatever way we chose—has been amazing.
Yet, she’s always been a little guarded.
I mean, she was even the first night we were together. Tonight, that’s gone completely.
“My woman is different tonight,” I whisper and even I can hear the awe in my voice.
“I’m free. That asshole will never hurt me again. I’ll never have to worry about him showing back up at my door. He’ll never harm anyone I love again. I’m free and …”
“And?” I prompt, letting my hand move down the column of her neck, letting my fingers silently dance across her skin, memorizing every inch of her.
“And I’m yours,” she groans as she starts grinding against my cock.
My damn heart stutters in my chest with her words.
They’re an answer to every dream I’ve ever had.
I grab her hair, wrapping my fingers in it—almost violently—and pull her down so that her lips are against mine and I kiss her with all of the emotion that I’m feeling.
Beau’s full, firm breasts press against my chest, adding even more to the pleasure I’m already feeling.
I take her mouth with all. The. love, hunger and need that I’m feeling.
I try my best to open my heart to her within the kiss.
I want her to feel and know just how deeply I’m tied to her. Beau is my world.
When I finally release her mouth and she pulls back to look at me, their swollen and red from the ferocity of our kiss. My hands move to her breasts. I let my thumbs slide against her nipples, smiling up at her. “I fucking love your body,” I admit.
As she slides against my cock, her juices cover me.
Hot. Warm. Wet. Fuck, I could come just from this, but it’s not what I want.
Still, Beau’s too beautiful like this to stop it.
I hold onto her hips, helping her to find the right rhythm, while helping her to bear down on my cock.
It’s the most pleasure-filled torture imaginable.
“Oh, shit. Right there,” she moans. “That feels so good, Hunter.”
I feel her pussy somehow drenching me even more as she pushes down so tight that I can feel her clit throbbing against the hard ridges of my cock.
Her juices are dripping down on my balls, and it feels as if she’s branding me as hers—and I am.
All of me belongs to her. I can’t breathe without this woman.
“God, look at you,” I purr. “You look like a fucking queen sliding against my cock. So damned gorgeous. You own me, Beau.”
She lifts up and her hand wraps around my cock. She holds it steady and slowly lowers herself down on me. It was good before. There are no words now. The slick, throbbing walls of her pussy tighten around me, already trying to milk me as she stretches to accommodate me.
“Hunter,” she gasps, as she begins riding me.
She fucks herself, bouncing up and down on my cock so hard that I’m hypnotized by the way her breast slap against her chest. I can already feel heat zinging through me.
My balls tighten and I let out a growl as I try to hold back, not wanting this to end.
Maybe I could have held on if she hadn’t come all over my cock.
I’m not sure, but when I feel her climax, her wet heat flooding my cock I lose it.
I hold her tight, so we stay connected, as I roll over so I’m on top.
I push her legs up, angling her body so that I get as deep as possible.
I begin thrusting in and out of her, riding her hard, lost to the pleasure that only Beau can give me.
Her sweet cunt milks my cock, clamping down with all of her might, letting me know that she needs me as desperately as I need her.
“Fuck, baby. This is going to go too damn fast. I can’t hold back with you. You were made to take my cock. Admit it,” I growl, my entire body feeling like a live wire—ready to explode.
“I was made to take your cock,” she puffs out, her sex-glazed eyes staring up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I was made for you.”
“That’s right you were. You’re mine completely, Beau. I’m never fucking lettering you go.”
“You’re mine,” she cries out and Jesus, she’s coming again.
Her pussy is practically vibrating around my cock with the way her walls are clenching against me. I want to hold on—I really do, but it’s just not possible with the way I’m pounding and riding her body.
“That’s it baby, come all over my cock I’m getting ready to fill your greedy little cunt. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Hunter. Fill me. I want it all,” she begs.
“I’m going to give it to you. It’s all for you,” I groan just as I erupt painting her womb with thick jets of cum. I’m empty into her, coming so hard that I swear, I get lightheaded.
When I’m finished, I fall a little to my side, bringing her with me, pulling her leg over the side of mine as we stare at one another. She looks up at me, smiling, her eyes still hazy with desire. “Wow,” she whispers sounding breathless.
My lips twitch and if my woman hadn’t just wrung me dry and wore me out, I’d laugh. Right now, it takes too much energy. Some of her hair is sticking along the side of her face and I push it behind her ear, just drinking in her beautiful face. “I don’t know how,” I murmur without thinking.
“Huh?” she says, her brow crinkling with confusion.
I let my thumb brush her cheek and move to the corner of her lip.
I lean in and kiss her forehead. Her eyelids close in reaction as her lips stretch into a smile and I can’t help myself.
I kiss her eyelids too. When I pull back, she’s staring at me with so much love that my heart actually hurts.
“Every moment I’m with you, I keep thinking it’s impossible to love you more and yet I somehow do. I just don’t know how it’s possible.
A tear slides from her the corner of her eye, and I lean back in to kiss it away.
“I love you so much, Hunter. I finally believe that this will be our life, and I can’t wait to live every single day with you.”
“Damn right, this is our life. Glad you’re finally on board,” I mumble, grinning so she knows I’m just having fun with her.
“I’ve been on board,” she giggles. “I just had trouble believing something wouldn’t mess it all up.”
“That’s never going to happen, Harper. You and I are in this together and even if we get pissed at one another, we will hash it out and work past it. This is forever.”
“Forever,” she agrees.
“Do you want to clean up before we go to sleep?” I ask, looking at our joined hands. I didn’t even realize we had my right hand linked with her left. I like it, though. Our bodies joined, our hands joined and love shining so bright out of her eyes that it could light up the darkest night.
“No. I like feeling your cum leaking from me. Besides, I was kind of hoping. You might want a round two.”
“Oh, I definitely do, baby. I’m actually aiming for round four.”
“Is that even possible?”
“One thing I’ve learned, Harper. With you, anything is possible.”
She laughs and then leans into me, kissing me before looking up into my eyes, her lips still barely an inch from mine. “Then, I guess you’re going to have to make me a believer again, Cowboy.”
“That sounded suspiciously like a dare, Harper.” She gives me a seductive shrug and I roll her over on her back, my cock already stretching awake deep inside her cunt. “Challenge accepted, baby. Challenge accepted,” I breathe out.
Then I get busy showing my woman just how much I meant it when I said anything is possible with her. In the end, it was three rounds for me, but I doubt she was disappointed because I made sure my woman got five rounds before, she passed out on top of me.