15 The December
Dash/Beau/Dash
Dash
Twelve Days Later
“You’re killing me, babe,” I said, breaking the oppressive silence in the vehicle. “Your obstinance isn’t going to change anything. I’m going back to work.”
Bossy Beau was chauffeuring me at a snail’s pace, at least five miles per hour below the speed limit, to protect me from… Well, I didn’t know what. The weight of his displeasure hung heavily in the air. And the regular fifteen-to-twenty-minute journey from our garage to my parking space in front of my office had stretched into a torturous thirty-minute ordeal.
I bet everyone who had ever known my husband understood what a pain in the ass he was when the micromanaging surfaced.
The stone-faced giant had ultimately given in and was driving me to the office, only because the other option I’d offered was to drive myself. Apparently, there was no universe that would allow such a thing, making him more frustrated with me.
“Without the doctor’s approval,” Beau muttered through gritted teeth. He kept his gaze fixed stubbornly on the road ahead.
I gave an exaggerated eye roll and dropped my head on the seat’s headrest. “Beau, I did what you said. You were right. There’s a process of healing. You’re a miracle worker. I’m getting myself back more and more every day. Going to the office to sit behind my desk… It takes nothing out of me and does everything to help my perspective.”
“ Pfft ,” Beau said. The single syllable was loaded with tons of contempt.
“Did you just pfft me?” I asked, irritation bubbling up as we circled back to the argument we’d had all morning. “What’s that even mean? And I pfft you right back.”
“ Pfft ,” Beau said louder, dismissively. “You lied to me.”
“No, I didn’t.” At least he shouldn’t know any of the half-truths I’d told him since we first met. “When did I lie?”
Beau finally looked at me when he turned into my designated parking spot in front of the law firm’s front doors. His expression was one of betrayal and resignation. “Go on to the place that matters the most to you,” he said, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. His other hand tossed out in a silent pfft this time.
“You know that’s not true, Beau. I haven’t been here in six weeks.”
“I know that you were always overdoin’ your rehab, walkin’ the house with your walker until exhaustion. So much for my miracle healin’ abilities,” Beau said bitterly, turning his head forward, refusing to look at me.
So much for being sly. My heart sank. “I only did what the therapist suggested.”
“Lie,” Beau repeated, his voice final and unwavering.
“Please don’t have me going in there like this. It’s already overwhelming to consider the sheer volume of work waiting for me. It’ll be a challenge to get caught up. This office pays our bills. I need to get a rundown on what’s happened while I was away,” I explained, staring at the etched glass of the entry door. My law firm. I was proud of my accomplishments. The journey wasn’t easy, but he and I did it together.
Physically, I was still a shell of the man I once was. The suit I chose to wear today was one I wore ten years ago when I was much younger and way hotter. At a time when my hair was mostly blond, but I was regaining weight and muscle. My lungs were still struggling, but I knew the signs to watch for. I didn’t plan to overdo it. There was literally no reason to keep me from the office.
“Since we’re suddenly ready to get back to normal,” he started, his tone clipped, “I spoke to our banker. Any account I’m on has minimal funds. Why don’t I know that we don’t have money? And I’m reimbursing Carter because I get that he’s been takin’ care of us. That’s my job, and I’ll borrow from my 401K.”
Wow. How had I not realized how thick Beau’s calves had to be from all the jumping to conclusions he was doing. When I took over our finances, I vowed to take care of our family. How could he think otherwise? Every dollar I made went to the betterment of us.
I didn’t try to justify a thing. Walking a few laps around the interior of our house shouldn’t make anyone angry. I reached for the door handle, pushing it open. My increased heart rate messed with my breathing which wasn’t good. I hopped out and managed a slight slam as I sent the door flying shut behind me.
Beau
I didn’t know how long I planned to sit in front of Dash’s office, but I was three hours in, and my face was fatigued from holding an angry glare. My arms were tired from being crossed, fist tucked under my forearm to help hold the flex.
The sudden ring startled me. My mom’s name appeared on the screen, allowing me to relax the tense hold, and I reached for the accept option.
“Hi, Mom,” I said kindly because I wasn’t the militant monster Dash accused me of being. I was head over heels for my guy. But he wasn’t the only one navigating the healing phase of his random, unexplainable, and nearly deadly illness. It was tough watching him banging on death’s door.
“Hey, babe, I have some news I want to discuss with you before we proceed,” she said.
“Okay, what’s up?” I asked cautiously.
“The land behind your house, extending from the back of the grove of trees to the property behind the Lee’s house is for sale. We’re considering purchasing it to build our primary home. We’d like to be closer to the kids, you know that. What’re your thoughts? If it doesn’t sound like a good idea, tell me.”
“I’m completely fine with it. I’d like to see Kailey more. The kids are crazy about you and Carter. Amelia refuses to slow down and take some time off. Maybe she’ll trust you with the kids. She has this weird belief about how Dash being in the hospital means something dark was surrounding us. I don’t know. I didn’t understand her explanation. She needs downtime to sort through all her feelings. Can you build it now?”
“I had my worries we’d be a little too much for you. It’s funny how we’re back to the same place I started my life. You went off and crafted this fabulous life for us all. I’m excited…”
I glanced back at the office. Five or six of Dash’s employees surrounded him, standing in front of the lobby window. Dash lifted his hand in a patronizing wave, or maybe not. Perspective rapidly evolved for me. He did look better; his playful spark was back. My guy might be tough with everyone else but tried to be kind and present for me.
Dash moved from the group, heading toward the main entrance like a man on a mission. In a flash, he was rushing to the truck.
“Mom, I’ll call you back.” My finger pressed the end call button before I finished the sentence.
He flung open the passenger door, his intense stare locked on mine as he hopped inside. “Get us somewhere private,” he murmured, working quickly to latch the seat belt in place.
“What for?” I stammered, but the sense of urgency automatically had me starting the SUV and dropping the gearshift in reverse.
“Let’s make a baby,” he blurted out.
I stomped on the brake, halting us halfway between the parking space and the road. My guy flung forward, the seat belt catching him due to the sudden stop. “Dash, that can wait.”
Both his hands sliced through the air, V-ing together to draw my attention to the massive hard-on inside his tight slacks. “We were teasing you as I realized my stunning guy’s so devoted to me that he spent his day in wait, ready to help if needed. My balls began to tingle and my dick went stiff. I’ll come fast, but not here. Go to the back of the building.”
Funny how all the squabbling stopped the moment we finally got on the same page. My cock built in record speed, my mouth began to water. The dedicated focus I had on taking care of my sick husband shifted in an instant. I was going to make love to him so hard.
Dash
“How do you know about this spot,” I asked, eyes wide as Beau drove us off the beaten path into a jungle of tall grass and weeds.
“Did you forget I’m basically a local road map?” Beau shot back, lifting the gearshift into park. “I know every inch of this side of town.”
Instead of coming at me to solve the problem in my pants, he left the SUV. The engine was running, and I was left alone inside the vehicle. Just when I was about to explain my situation—that maybe he misunderstood my arousal—the back door swung open, and he started unbuckling the car seats and placing them on top of the truck.
“I’ll help,” I said and reached for the door handle.
“Let me do it, Dash. Conserve your energy. We’ll go slow. It won’t take long.” The middle seat dropped to make a flat surface. He shut that door and went to the back of the truck and removed that row of car seats. He was brilliantly efficient, and I unfastened my belt buckle. My heart pumped excitedly, my breath slightly labored. Fuck it, I’d figure it out.
My door swung open, Beau standing there. His big chest heaved while pulling his T-shirt over his head. “If it gets too wild, we hit the brakes. Agreed?” The T-shirt landed on the floorboard at my feet. “I’ll do all the work. Less effort on you.”
“Oh yeah.” I had believed he and I would make out then rub one off, but Beau was a man with far better ideas. He carefully took his blue jeans off, standing on top of his shoes.
“Undress in the car, then crawl over the console. There are stickers out here, the little fuckers hurt like hell.” He stood before me, nude. His cock hard and proud. I fisted his shaft, giving a solid tug. “I got the lube from the hidey spot.”
“I never had any idea you moved so fast,” I said.
He knocked my hand away.
“Less talkin’, more action.” The door closed in my face. I hustled to remove my clothes like a Tasmania devil on six Red Bulls. The car rocked as Beau climbed in, positioning his big body. I heard the snick of the lube’s cap, the tropical scent filled the small space, urging me to crawl into the back where our picnic blanket was spread out.
My guy built a paradise in the backseat. My hard-as-stone cock quivered as I watched Beau sticking his slick fingers into his ass, loosening his hole, normally my job. The sight of his perfect ass, flexing as he scissored his fingers, working himself open, caused my arm to slip out from underneath me. I toppled halfway over the console like a horny teenage boy chasing after this same guy.
“You good?” he asked, pausing his fingers in his ass. The other hand circled his thick cock, rubbing up and down.
“So good. Only lost in the view of my gorgeous husband. But I enjoy being the one to get you ready for me,” I murmured and licked my bottom lip before pushing the flesh between my teeth. My dick swelled, my balls drew up with need. Beau’s breath puffed like a dragon, filling the silence inside the truck, sending delightful goose bumps dancing up my spine. It might be my favorite sound on earth. My skin heated and flushed, transforming me into the steely predator I used to be. I crawled between Beau’s spread thighs. The palm on his cock slowed on the upstroke.
“I started without you.” Beau delivered the truth then winked at me. I loved a well-placed wink. “Because you’re so slow.”
My grin grew broader. I missed my playful tease of a husband.
“You set the pace,” Beau said, lying on his back, spreading his thighs wide. His hands reached for my forearms, bringing me over his body. Nineteen years of making love to Beau and he was still entirely too tempting. The excitement grew, my mouth needed to be on his, with his strong arms draped over me, keeping me close, gently caressing my skin with his calloused palms and fingertips.
When I made it close to Beau’s lips, I soaked in every detail of my man.
His stunning face, strong bearded jaw, and twinkling amber eyes, did it for me every time. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Beau’s lips quirked into a soft grin. “You always slow us down when we’re supposed to be quick.”
That was no lie but look at my playground. “You touch a place inside me that I crave and can’t get there without you.”
I trailed my fingers across the velvet steel of his torso until I reached Beau’s tight nipple where I rolled the small bead between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and tugging at the nub. Beau loved good nipple play, and his hips curled against my thigh. His big body tucked into mine. His strong hand cupped my head, pulling me to kiss his lips. With my other hand, I found his second nipple. He trembled. His tongue licked out, tasting me in a sweet sampling of lips, melding his mouth against mine.
Within seconds, the kiss turned passion-filled, instantly racing to needy. His rumbled groan tripped up my heart, as he ate my mouth like a delicious meal to a starving man.
We had a lot of making up to do. Beau’s body had always been my wonderland. I pushed back, breaking the kiss to stare at the two steel rods between our bodies. Fast was important, being caught by the local police wouldn’t be good for either one of us, but I had to taste his cock before much more happened. My mouth watered as I reached for his shaft and pressed a kiss against the salty drop of pre-come at his tip. I licked my lips, then took a swipe up his length, preparing to take him into my mouth.
I’d missed Beau’s cock. The feel and weight of him inside my mouth teased every single one of my senses.
Whatever issues I had with my body, all the aches and pains I had dealt with for almost two months, all eased as peace filled the cracks keeping me from healing. On my second pass over his cock, a possessive growl sounded from above. He experienced the same connection; we were again one.
In direct contrast to everything I was feeling, Beau’s hands came to my chin, lifting my mouth off of him.
“Later,” he murmured huskily. Hot flashes of searing amber held me in place. “Spend more time, later.”
My palms caressed and tickled over his muscular belly. “I feel better. Much better. Let’s do this properly,” I said, pressing my lips against his oblique.
“Stay focused,” Beau said. “We can go to bed early tonight, spend the night makin’ up for lost time, but right now, we have to speed this along.” A squirt of lube poured over my cock, his hand spreading the slick down. “Lie down, Dash.”
I tucked my lip between my teeth, needing the soft flesh. I could’ve put up a fight, but my guy was a brick wall in every way, and he was doing this all for me. Beau rolled to the side, reaching for me to join him in the way he wanted. I did what my caveman asked and took my place, my back against the blanket. Beau lifted to straddle me, knees against my torso. He gripped my cock, giving another tug, as he moved on top of me.
“I’m gonna fuck you good later,” Beau murmured, teasing my tip against his hole. “Everything you want, all the things I’ve missed, but not right now. Let me love you. Then let’s go home.”
Anticipation churned in my balls. My guy eased down on top of me, going slow as he adjusted to the size of my cock. The muscles and cords around his neck and shoulders tensed and flexed. His eyelids slid closed. He sat on me, breathing in short, crisp bursts, taking most of me on the first descent. Blinding pleasure arched my back. I fisted my hands in the air as I screwed my eyes shut. Beau surrounded me with scorching heat, burning me from the outside in. He rose to my tip, then came down again, seating fully on top of me.
“Breathe through it, baby.”
Yeah, as soon as I could. “You’re a god,” I whispered, all mouthy and breathless.
He moved his hips with controlled purpose. His strong stomach muscles rolled in fluid ripples, matching the cadence he created. Slow and sensual. I lifted my hips, moving together as one, our bodies perfectly in sync. The pleasure built swiftly when Beau rolled his hips against me.
My body quivered. I tried to follow his rhythm, desperately wanting to meet him push for push. Beau reverently caressed my hips and stomach before grasping and squeezing his hard cock.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I whispered, my hooded gaze barely stayed focused on the beautiful sight before me. I was already barely holding on by a thread. “How do you do it?”
“Let me, Dash,” he groaned when my hips began to piston with his. My breath turned ragged. Beau’s moves became desperate and jerky as he fought for control of his body. Of course I didn’t want this to end. I gripped his cock with both hands, desperately wanting his release to spill inside my hands and over my body. He needed to mark me, stake his claim. Beau clutched my forearms, helping me stay upright.
“Oh yeah.” All of the feelings coasted over me. The deep binding connection kept us together. The oneness had me moving my hips faster against his. My world was a thing of unbridled beauty.
“Right fuckin’ there,” Beau hissed, panting under the exertion. “That’s it. Come with me, baby,” Beau managed through gritted teeth. His head reared back, giving into his own blinding pleasure.
“You…” I managed. The way his ass gripped my cock, milked my orgasm free.
He tumbled forward, landing me on my back. He caught himself on his elbows before crushing my body. Every single movement and sound played in technicolor. The second he slipped from me, I wrapped my arms and legs around his body. A bead of sweat ran the length of Beau’s temple, landing on my cheek with a splash. I wanted our physical connection to last forever.
Our hearts beat in unison. This was where Beau and I excelled. His forehead rested against mine. “You’re still breathin’ heavy.”
“It’ll be fine,” I whispered. “Listen to me. Our money’s making money. You have access to it all. The joint account information is in the safe with our wills and other important documents. I’ve always been an us guy, even when it didn’t seem like it.” I tightened my arms around Beau when he tried to move off me. His familiar gaze set on me.
“I’m sorry about…” I covered his mouth from saying anything more.
“Carter didn’t pay for anything, but I like how you wanted to be the one caring for me. We have UPS health insurance, which is still pretty good, but I also pay for a secondary insurance policy for all of us. That information is in the safe too. We’ll probably have to pay for the therapy done at home, at least part of it.”
Beau managed to break my hold, bringing me to my side, facing him. He propped his head on one hand and rested the other in the dip leading to my hip.
“I have my 401K. If we need to, we can take out a loan against it.”
“You’re a sweet guy...” I started, only to have Beau laugh in my face.
“Says no one ever,” he scoffed.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said honestly. “But I love the way you love me. Always looking out for me. I’m important to you.”
Beau tried his best to hide a grin. It didn’t work.