Twelve
HOLLIE
I’ve never wanted a man more than I want this man. We’re moments away from taking that next step, and there’s not one ounce of unease or doubt in my body. Rising to my knees, I line his shaft up and with our eyes locked on one another, I slide down his dick.
My mouth drop open at the intrusion and an otherworldly sound slips through my lips. I start to ride him and my gaze becomes glassy. My cheeks heat and my breath stutters as he ruts in and out of me. With each thrust our bodies become one.
Our souls entwine.
Everything but Beau fades into the background.
Sex has never been like this before. It’s intense. It’s perfect. Our bodies meld together, like we were made for one another.
It’s slow and sensual yet fast and hypnotic.
The air around us is thick with desire. A tsunami could be heading toward us and I wouldn’t run away to safety because here, right now, he’s my safety.
Beau is my safe place. It’s crazy to think that after only a few days, but all I care about is Beau and the pleasure enveloping me.
My body is alive like never before and it’s threatening to detonate.
Beau slips his hand between us and when he presses down on my clit, I explode and scream. I come harder than I ever have before. My muscles tighten. My blood is on fire. My release sets his off and he comes, grunting and groaning as he fills the condom.
He holds me tightly to him and I’m thankful for his embrace because without it, I’d have collapsed into a sated heap.
Ever so carefully, Beau lays us down. He kisses me seductively and with a smile on my face, I drift off to sleep in the arms of a man I’m going to miss come morning, unless I can come up with a plan to turn this from a vacation fling into a forever fling.
Unlike yesterday, the sun peeking over the horizon isn’t what wakes me, it’s the feeling of a hard dick pressing into my ass that wakes me. Even though it’s the buttcrack of dawn, I’m okay with being woken up.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Beau is still asleep. He looks so peaceful but with his dick pressing into me from behind, it has me wanting him again.
Wiggling against him, a smile appears on his face but he keeps his eyes closed, I can’t tell if he’s still asleep or faking but whatever the case, I keep wiggling and pressing against him.
His hand cupping my boob begins to gently squeeze and I know he’s awake.
It’s confirmed when he huskily mumbles, “You keep that up and I’m going to have to fuck you again.
” His sleep addled voice is ohh so sexy.
“I was kind of hoping that you would,” I tell him.
Rolling to face him, I rest my hand on his cheek and run my thumb along his jawline.
Opening his eyes, he gazes into mine. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for you.”
Rolling me to my back, he situates himself between my thighs and begins to rub the head of his dick between my folds, between my wet folds. “You’re already wet for me.”
“Mmmhmpf,” I reply, biting on my lip.
“I want to bite your lip.”
“I want you to bite my lip as you slide your dick into me.”
“That can be arranged.” And in my next breath, he pushes into me as he bites my lip.
The combination of pleasure and pain is indescribable and, like last night, our hips begin moving in sync.
That exquisite feeling begins to develop deep in my belly when his bites turn into sensual kisses.
His tongue plunges into my mouth in sync with his dick into me.
Before long, I throw my head back and moan his name as my climax slams into me. Pulling out, he comes over my stomach. Watching him mark me with his seed is something I’ll never forget.
He lowers his forehead to mine and we lay here, our breaths mingling and our hearts erratically beat within our chests.
“We better get dressed before someone sees us,” Beau murmurs.
Nodding my head, he climbs off me and uses his shirt to clean me up. Silently we re-dress, each of us in our heads.
Once we’re reclothed, he takes my hand in his and he leads me away from the beach and escorts me back to my bungalow. He kisses me senseless and then I open the door and step inside. Closing the door behind me, I slide down the wood and with a smile on my face, I start to cry.
My sniffles wake Lacie and she flips on the bedside light. When she sees me on the floor, she jumps out of bed and pads over to me. Dropping down beside me, she pulls me in for a sideways hug. “Why are you smiling and crying?”
“I’m smiling because it was perfect, Lace. It’s a night I’ll remember forever and I’m crying ’cause I’ll never see him again.” I wail the last six words.
“Ohh, babe,” she soothes, wrapping her arms around me tighter as I sob harder. Once my sobs have subsided, she tugs me up and walks us over to her bed. We climb in and she hugs me as I cry over never seeing Beau again.
A few hours later, we’re all packed and ready to head home, our week in paradise has come to an end. Walking toward the bus that will take us back to the airport, I’m lost in my thoughts when I hear someone yelling my name.
“Hollie, Hollie, wait up.” Turning around, I see Beau racing toward me.
He stops in front of me panting. “Hol, I need to do this one last time before you go.” He grips my cheeks and slams his lips to mine.
Just like every other kiss, my eyes close, fireworks explode throughout my body and like in the movies, my leg lifts.
Beau is the first to pull away but not completely, he rests his forehead against mine and like this morning on the beach, we just breathe.
“Hollie Merlin, you are everything and I don’t want this to be over. I want to see you again when I get home.”
“You do?” I question, shocked he’s feeling what I’m feeling.
“More than anything,” he affirms and if I thought my heart was full earlier, it’s overflowing now.
“I want that too, Beau Roberts. I was miserable thinking I’d never see you again.”
“Even if I hadn’t found you today,” he says, his voice thick with feeling, “I know we would have found each other again. Maybe next week, next year, or ten years from now. Fate would have kept putting us in each other’s path until we finally stopped running and paid attention.
” My breath catches as he takes my hand and presses it against his chest. Beneath my palm, his heart beats hard and steady, and the raw emotion in his eyes makes my own heart ache.
“What we have was never meant to be a vacation fling, Hol. It feels too real, too deep for that.” A tear slips down my cheek as he smiles softly.
“You’ve become a part of me in a way I never expected.
I don’t want memories and what-ifs. I want mornings with you, adventures with you, a life with you.
” He presses my hand closer to his chest. “You’re so entwined with my heart that without you, it feels like a piece of me is missing.
And I never want to spend another day without that piece again. ”
“Oh My God,” Lacie says from beside us, “that so fucking sweet but as sweet as that is, we have a plane to catch.”
“I’m staying,” I say out of nowhere. “I’m staying,” I repeat.
“You are?” Lacie and Beau both screech at the same time.
Nodding, I smile at him. “I’m staying because this isn’t just a vacation fling, it’s a forever fling.”
Sliding his hand around my waist, he pulls me closer to him and in the middle of the driveway, Beau kisses me senseless.
When we finally come up for air, I can't stop smiling. Forget cocktails, sunsets, and white-sand beaches, the best thing I’m bringing home from this vacation is Beau Roberts, my very own real-life book boyfriend.