3. Hailey
Three
Hailey
“What are you talking about?” Beau frowns, looking so completely baffled that it’s almost cute. “Date? What date?”
“The date I saw you on yesterday.” I turn around to face him fully, realizing half a second too late that I’ve just given him a glimpse of my boobs.
Not that it matters.
His frown deepens, and then understanding dawns across his stupidly perfect face. The firelight flickers across the masculine planes of it, highlighting his square, bearded jaw and chiseled cheekbones. It plays across the dips and valleys of his ridiculous muscles, making his tattoos look almost animated.
“You saw me having dinner with Kelly yesterday.”
My stomach churns, a sour taste rising up in my mouth. Kelly. I hate her.
I nod, forcing myself to meet his gaze. Not hiding under the weight of all of this, as much as I want to. Beau doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I can feel myself sulking. Pouting.
“She probably won’t be too happy that you’re huddled up naked with another woman.” I glance away. “Not that that’s how you see me.”
Beau slips a finger under my chin and raises my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. I suck in a breath at the heat shimmering there. I may be inexperienced, but I know lust when I see it.
Which makes absolutely no sense.
Beau’s gaze holds mine. Outside, another crack of thunder booms and rain starts to patter harder against the roof and windows. Tension stretches between us, thick and sweet like honey dripping from a spoon.
“Kelly’s an old colleague, sweet girl. She used to work for the Mountain Rescue Service before moving to Edmonton a few years ago to be closer to her family.” He leans in a bit closer. “And her wife might have a thing or two to say if she thought our dinner was a date.”
Relief floods through me, swift and dizzying in its intensity. “Her…wife?”
He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His thumb brushes against my chin, and I shiver. Not because I’m cold, but because of the thrill it sends sparking through me. “Yes. Her wife. You know I haven’t had a girlfriend in years.” There’s a gentle admonishment in his tone, and I blush, feeling silly. “Although I can’t say I hate that you were jealous.”
My stomach explodes with butterflies, my heart picking up speed.
“Oh?” I breathe, and for the first time, his gaze drops to my chest and the tops of my breasts. He exhales roughly.
“What did you mean when you said I’d never look at you the way you wish I would?”
My mouth goes dry, my heart slamming against my ribs. There’s another rumble of thunder, so loud and close that it feels like it’s shaking the cabin. What do I say? Do I lie?
Or is this my chance to tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may?
I look at Beau, at the heat in his eyes, and I decide that I’ll regret it if I’m not honest.
“I meant…” I lick my lips, gathering up my courage. “I meant that I wish you’d look at me like you want me. Like you see me as a woman you want to…to be with. Romantically, and…in bed,” I say, blushing furiously. “Like you see me as more than just your best friend’s daughter.”
Beau’s eyes darken. “And how am I looking at you now?”
I meet his eyes, my clit throbbing at the intense heat shining out at me. “I…I don’t know,” I admit. “I’m not exactly experienced with…anything, really.”
He swallows thickly. “Hailey,” he murmurs, his voice rough. His huge hand comes up to cup my face, and I press into his touch like an eager little kitten. “I do see you, sweet girl. More than you know.”
“You do?”
He nods. “You’re the only woman I’ve wanted for years, now. Only you.” He leans in, his forehead pressed to mine. His chest heaves, and I can practically feel him fighting against himself. The knowledge that Beau wants me too, that he sees me as a woman, has me lit up. It’s like fireworks are going off inside me. This realization feels even better than graduating. Even better than anything I’ve ever accomplished in my life.
“Beau,” I whisper, my heart pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “Will you…” My courage falters, and he swipes his finger across my cheekbone.
“Anything,” he rasps, looking at me like he’s starving and I’m buffet.
“Will you give me my first kiss?”
His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. “Your first…” He shakes his head. “Hailey, are you telling me that you’ve never been kissed before?”
I shake my head, a blush creeping across my cheeks. “I’ve never done anything with anyone. I was never interested. I’ve been…waiting for you. Saving everything for you.”
A groan rumbles deep in his chest, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. He closes his eyes briefly, and he almost looks like he’s in pain. When he opens them again, the heat, the need, the pure want blazing out at me takes my breath away.
“We shouldn’t do this, but god, I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His hand slides into my damp hair, cupping the back of my head, and then his lips are on mine.
Holy shit. Beau Cameron is kissing me. This is actually happening.
His lips are soft, his movements slow as he kisses me with so much gentleness, so much tenderness that my eyes prick with tears. He’s a massive beast of a man, and he’s kissing me like I’m the most precious, most breakable thing in the world. Heat pools low in my belly as sparks dance against my skin.
He pulls back after a few all-too-short seconds, and our eyes meet. A beat passes between us, and it’s like a dam breaks. He kisses me again, this time claiming my mouth like he’s starving, his tongue sweeping in and tasting, stroking, consuming.
I thought being naked in this sleeping bag with Beau was going to be the highlight of my life, but I was wrong. This is, right here. His mouth on mine is better than I could’ve ever imagined.
I moan against his mouth, completely swept away by the sensations racing through my body. The lushness of his mouth on mine. The throb of my pulse in my clit. The swooping excitement and lust in my belly.
The way my heart wants to leap out of my chest and make a home in Beau’s body.
My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The small bite of pain I must be causing only seems to encourage him, because he kisses me deeper, tasting every inch of my mouth with his talented tongue.
God, if I’d known that this is what it feels like to kiss Beau—hot and intense and consuming and so damn good—I don’t think I could’ve held myself back.
His arms wrap tightly around me, holding me closer, my breasts pressed against his deliciously hard chest. His hands roam up and down my back as he kisses me and kisses me. He strokes over my sides, my hips, as if he can’t get enough. As if he needs to touch me everywhere all at once.
Our legs tangle, my pussy a constant throb between my thighs as our breaths mingle. As his tongue slides against mine in a dirty, claiming rhythm that has me writhing against him. He breaks the kiss and drops his mouth to my jaw and then my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. I gasp, shuddering at the sensation. All of this is so new. So much more intense than anything I’d ever imagined. He sucks on a spot just below my jaw and I arch into him, moaning when I feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against me. I drag my nails down his impossibly broad back and he growls against my throat, pressing his cock into me.
“Tell me to stop, Hailey,” he rasps against my throat, his chest heaving.
“Don’t you dare,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. But he hears me, because he groans and kisses me again, his hands sliding down to cup my bare ass, pulling me even tighter against him.
His hands are massive and so, so warm that they feel like a brand on my skin, and I arch into him.
Beau breaks our kiss, his chest heaving as he presses his forehead to mine. The greens of his irises are almost entirely obscured by his pupils, the firelight dancing in their dark depths. “Hailey, sweet girl, we need to slow down.” His voice is a rough rumble, ragged and deep.
I blink up at him, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “Why? I thought you wanted…” I trail off, not wanting to finish that thought. Is he having second thoughts? Dread curdles in my stomach at the idea that he might push me away after this. After telling me he wants me too, after taking my first kiss.
He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. “No, Hailey, shh. I want this more than you know. But you’re a virgin. I need to take care of you. I need this to be good for you. As desperate as I am to get inside you, we need to go slow.” His eyes close briefly, as though he’s gathering up his strength. “You’re sure about this? About me? About…us?” He strokes his thumb over my cheek again.
A blush creeps across my face, and it’s hard to believe I was freezing cold not that long ago. “I’ve been sure for years. It’s always been you, Beau. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been waiting for you. Only you. I want this. I want you. I want us.” The word us sends a thrill spiraling through me, better and more intense than any roller coaster I’ve ever ridden.
A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he captures my mouth in another drugging kiss. His hands roam over my body, gentle and reverent, as if he’s memorizing every inch of me. He breaks the kiss, his beard scratching softly against my skin as he kisses his way down my neck.
“I promise, sweet girl,” he murmurs against my throat, “I’ll make this so good for you. I’ll teach you everything. Take care of you.”
His hands slip down to my hips as he presses his massive thigh between my legs. We both moan as my wet pussy brushes against his skin. I writhe on his leg, desperate for friction. The wiry hairs on his thigh tickle me as I grind into him. Beau’s eyes meet mine as he rocks me on his thigh. “You like that, sweet girl?” he murmurs.
I nod, biting my lip. “Yes,” I breathe. “It feels so good.” My clit is throbbing and I’m creaming all over his thigh as he kisses my neck, rocking me against him over and over again.
“So hot and wet,” he groans. “Such an eager little untouched pussy.”
His filthy words make me gasp, and my hips jerk against him. His hand slides down to grasp mine, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. His voice is a low, deep rumble, barely audible over the crackling fire. “Have you ever made yourself come, Hailey?”
I nod, my face flaming. “Yes. A lot.”
His eyes go molten, and he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning over my skin. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“You,” I whisper. “I think about you. I think about your…” I swallow, and he rocks me on his thigh in encouragement. “Your cock. What it looks like, how it tastes, what it would feel like inside me.”
He moans raggedly and takes my hand, guiding it down to the bulge in his underwear. He’s so hard that he’s tenting the fabric and a wet spot is forming. He’s dripping for me, just like I’m dripping for him.
“You feel what you do to me?” he rasps. “Every time I stroke my cock, it’s you I think about. Only you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your body. You. I can’t even come unless I think about you.”
“I’m the same way,” I admit. “Nothing turns me on the way you do.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I tentatively run my hand over his straining length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. He’s huge.
Of course he is. He’s huge everywhere else—why would his dick be any different?
Another thrill zooms through me. I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I’m desperate to find out.
Beau’s hand covers mine, pressing it firmly against his cock. “Feel that?” he growls. “That’s yours, now. Every inch of me belongs to you.”
He gently moves my hand away and eases me onto my back. The sight of Beau above me, the firelight highlighting his muscular frame, his tattoos, the salt and pepper in his hair and beard, is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
“Spread your legs for me, Hailey. Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”
I let out a half-moan, half-sigh, and Beau lays down beside me, head propped on his hand as he watches me slip my fingers between my legs. He lifts the sleeping bag just enough that he can see my fingers circling my clit.
“Good girl,” he rasps, and my hips move involuntarily at his praise. “Tell me what you think about when you do this.”
My breath stutters in my chest as I play with my clit, heat pooling low in my belly. “I think about last summer at the lake,” I murmur, my fingers circling slowly. I can feel my wetness dripping down, I’m so turned on. Beau’s eyes are like a brand on my skin as he watches me. “It was so hot, and I was wearing this tiny bikini, hoping you’d notice me.”
He groans softly. “The blue one. I remember.”
A surge of victory charges through me at the knowledge that he did notice me. That he only held back because he thought I wasn’t interested in him.
“You were chopping wood outside,” I continue, still circling. Beau’s gaze keeps darting from my face to my exposed breasts to my hand between my legs. “You were shirtless and sweaty, and I wanted to drop to my knees in front of you and suck your cock until you came.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
“I went back to my room and watched you through my window, touching myself while I made up a fantasy.”
“Tell me,” he says, a note of desperation in his voice.
“I imagined crawling to you, and you’d look down at me, all sweaty and huge, muscles gleaming in the sun. I’d reach up and pull down your shorts, and your cock…” I gasp, moving my fingers faster as pleasure builds inside me. “Your cock would be so hard and thick. I’d wrap my hand around it, and you’d groan, telling me to put it in my mouth.”
Beau’s hand grips his cock through his underwear, squeezing tightly as he watches me, a look of lustful adoration on his face. “Fuck, Hailey,” he breathes. “God, if I’d known…” He swallows and shakes his head. “Keep going.”
“I’d take you as deep as I could,” I continue, my voice so breathy and desperate that I barely recognize it. “I’d swirl my tongue around you, tasting you for the first time. And then you’d grab my hair, holding me still as you fucked my mouth, slow and deep, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.”
He moves his hand over his cock, nodding, his breathing ragged. “You’d look up at me with tears in your eyes and I’d tell you what a good fucking girl you are,” he says, joining in my fantasy and immediately making it a million times hotter. “I’d tell you how perfect your mouth feels, how beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock.”
I let out a loud moan as I nod rapidly and work my clit. “Yes,” I say. “Daddy. Yes. God.”
“And then what happens, Hailey?”
“You’d pull me off your cock and bend me over the chopping block, ripping my bikini bottoms off, leaving me exposed. You’d tell me what a sweet, special girl I am for you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. “And then?”
“And then you’d fuck me,” I gasp, fingers circling faster and faster. “You’d fuck me hard and deep, filling me completely. You’d grab my hair and pull my head back, making me arch into you as you pounded into me, over and over again.”
“I’d make you scream my name,” Beau growls, his eyes locked on mine as we both touch ourselves. “I’d make you come all over my cock before filling you up with my cum, marking you as mine.”
“Yes, oh god, Daddy. I’m coming,” I moan, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy gushing, my clit pulsing wildly against my fingers. I shudder as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My pussy clenches at nothing, and never in my life have I been so desperate to be filled.
Beau kisses my forehead, my temple, my cheeks as I come down. “Such a filthy little virgin,” he whispers. “So innocent and needy for cock at the same time.”
“Not just any cock,” I say, my voice shaky. “Yours. Only yours.”
Beau groans softly as he takes my hand, his massive one engulfing mine. Slowly, deliberately, he raises my hand to his mouth. I watch, entranced, as his lips part and he sucks the fingers I just used to make myself come into his mouth.
His hot tongue swirls around my fingers, tasting me, and a deep, ragged groan vibrates from his chest. “Fuck, Hailey,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You taste so fucking good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all this time.”
He sucks my fingers deeper into his mouth, and the sight of it, the feel of his hot, wet mouth on my skin sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I squirm, pressing my thighs together, not sure if I’m trying to chase or run from the sensation.
“I wish I’d known,” he says, pulling my fingers out of his mouth with a soft pop. “I wish I’d known how you felt, what you wanted. All the time we’ve wasted…” He trails off, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
He presses a kiss to the palm of my hand, and then drags his tongue over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. “I could’ve been tasting you, fucking you, making you mine.”
“Daddy,” I whisper, shaking my head.
He closes his eyes and sighs. “I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.”
“I like it, too. I like that you’re older and can take care of me. It’s just one of the things I lo—“ I lick my lips. “I want you to be my Daddy, Beau.”
He nods and kisses my palm again. “I want that, too, sweet girl. I want to be the one who looks after you. Who makes you come. Who gives you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you could ever need.”
He nips at the soft skin of my inner wrist, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “But now that I know, there’s no going back, Hailey.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back. I want this. Us.”
“Good, because I’m done holding back. This sweet, innocent body is mine. Your tight virgin pussy is mine. I’m going claim every single inch of you.”
“Yes, oh god,” I moan. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
And then we’re kissing again, the faint taste of my pussy still lingering on his tongue. His huge hands cup my breasts, thumbs flicking gently over my hard nipples. I arch into him, silently begging for more.
“So fucking soft,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply as he palms my breasts, as he tweaks my nipples with little tugs. My clit pulses with every brush of his fingers against my sensitive nipples, and it’s not long before I’m writhing again, my pussy swollen and aching for something only he can give me.
“I want to see you,” I say, heat pounding through my body. “Please, Beau.”
He nods and pushes his boxer briefs down, his cock snapping against his stomach as he tosses them aside.
Oh. My. God.
“It’s so big,” I whisper, and he takes my hand and guides it to his straining shaft. I let out a little gasp at how hot it is in my palm, how velvety soft the skin is. Between the low lighting and the sleeping bag, I can’t see him in as much detail as I’d like, but I’m not complaining.
“We’ll make it fit, sweet girl,” he groans. “You were made for me. It’ll fit.” His words have me moaning, and then he guides my hand to his cock. “Stroke me, Hailey. Just like this.” He closes his hand over mine and shows me how to touch him, moving my hand up and down his impressive length. “Fuck, that feels good. Thought about your little fingers wrapped around me so many times.” He lets out a ragged moan. “God, that’s it.”
“Can I put you in my mouth?”
He shakes his head, his chest heaving. “No. I’ll come, and I want to spill inside you.” I can feel him dripping onto our hands, his cock a thick steel rod. “I’ll teach you how to suck me, sweet girl. I’ll show you how to take me deep. Show you how good it feels to swallow Daddy’s cum. But not this time. I need to come inside you, claim your little cunt.”
“Beau,” I whisper, my voice shaky because of how turned on I am. This is even better than anything I could’ve ever imagined. He slides his hands to my hips and pulls me on top of him. My legs immediately fall open to straddle him, and we both gasp and moan when my pussy brushes against his cock. With his hands still on my hips, he starts sliding me up and down over his cock, making me moan every single time the head of his cock bumps against my swollen clit.
“You’re soaking me, Hailey. Dripping all over my cock.”
I moan and nod. “Want you so much.”
He kisses me then, slow and deep, as he works me against him. I’ve never been this slick and slippery in my life. Never felt so empty.
“Are you on birth control?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “No. I’ve never had any reason to be.”
Beau’s grip on my hips tightens, and there’s something so hungry, so primal in his expression that it makes me shiver as my pussy flutters. “Fuck,” he grinds out. “Knowing you’re not on birth control makes me want to come inside you even more. Makes me want to breed your sweet little pussy. Makes me want to claim you, completely.”
I gasp as heat licks over my skin and my pussy clenches and drips at his words. The thought of him filling me with his seed, his cum dripping out of me, of being pregnant with Beau’s baby…it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It turns me on more than anything ever has, and I move against him faster, grinding my clit against his cock.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” He traces circles on my hips with his thumbs. “You like the idea of me getting you pregnant.”
I nod, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes, Beau. I want that. I want you to come inside me. I want to have your baby.”
A groan tears from his chest, and he pulls me down, grinding up into me. He’s hot and hard against my pussy, and I moan long and loud, throbbing. Aching.
He slides his hands from my hips to my breasts, cupping them, playing with my nipples and sending little shocks of pleasure racing through me. “The thought of you, round and pregnant with my baby…it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever imagined.”
“I know,” I pant, my hands covering his as we knead my breasts together. I imagine them big and swollen with milk because of the baby he put inside me, and I swear I almost come.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he says, his voice rough and raw. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into your little belly.”
I’m shaking, gasping, close to coming, and I nod frantically. “Yes! Yes, Daddy. I want that. I want your babies. I want your cum. I want everything you’ll give me.”
“Christ, the feeling of your soft lips spreading around my cock is heaven, Hailey.” He tweaks my nipples one last time, and then his hands are in my hair as he kisses me senseless as we rock together. “I need to be inside you, sweet girl. Need to claim you and breed you and make you mine. Are you ready?”