41. Beau
forty-one
Beau
T he instant I get clearance from the doc to return to regular activity, I text Liam.
Your ass is mine, baby.
He leaves me on read. I swear he’s trying to edge me, playing it off like he didn’t promise himself up.
When I look up from my phone, Stasi is pulling up to the townhouse to drop me off after another appointment. I lean over the console to kiss her. “Let me know if you need help with wedding stuff tonight or tomorrow.”
Things have been chaotic on her end helping plan her brother’s rushed wedding, but even with the added stress, she’s gotten shit done.
“Okay. I love you,” she says softly.
Her sweetness always earns another kiss, but this time I put my all into it, eager to make her melt.
“Don’t think I’ll ever get used to those words from you. I love you too, sweetheart.”
As I walk up the steps to the front door, my phone buzzes with a message. I dig it out of my pocket and grin when I open up a shirtless photo of Liam in his bathroom, damp from a shower, face shaved clean.
Yours .
Excitement rushes through me. That motherfucker came home early from work to prep for me.
Fumbling with the door lock, I kick off my shoes the instant I’m inside his home. Huffing a breath, I take the painful extra seconds to peel off my socks. The last thing I need is to wipe out on the stairs and cause more damage to my brain. Liam might not touch me ever again.
My blood turns molten when I find him in his bed, naked and dipped in ink, his damp hair flowing down over pecs carved from stone.
He’s a god. A literal god. And he’s on his knees for me in his bed like I’m the one in power. It’s a potent fucking feeling. Adrenaline thrums just beneath my too tight skin as I’m overcome with need for this man.
“If I fuck you, I’m going to want more,” I tell him, my fingers already dragging my zipper down. “I’ll want to fuck you again and again like you belong to me.”
Liam’s expression remains blank. Almost cold . But it’s in the burn of his deep brown eyes how much he wants this. How much he wants me .
“Then fuck me, Beau,” he says darkly.
Swallowing, my hands shake with nerves, anticipation, and heady lust as I step out of my jeans and boxers.
His cock twitches. I give my own a few strokes for show, sinking a tooth into my bottom lip.
I want to make him feel good. I want to etch myself in his fucking soul so he carries me with him into the afterlife.
Climbing onto the bed, I bring our bodies together. We’re skin-on-skin. Chests and cocks and thighs pressed together.
I settle my hands on either side of his face.
“Beau,” he murmurs, body tensing.
I realize in that moment just how hard this is for him. How much he’s struggling to give up control .
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“I'm gonna make you feel good. I promise."
His chest heaves against mine, and then he pushes out a deep breath before meeting my lips in a tender kiss.
We work up to tongues and teeth and wandering touches. Liam’s dark eyes glint as they drop to watch my hand stroke over both of our erections.
After a few more slow kisses, I smooth a hand down to his ass and squeeze it, marveling at the strength in every inch of his body.
He rumbles with a growl when I sneak my fingers between his cheeks, stroking them against his hole.
“Mine,” I say with a grin.
“For today.”
Reaching over to his nightstand, I grab the bottle of lube and slick up my fingers. When I position my body behind his, his muscles tense up again.
“Liam, have you done this before?”
“I have.”
I frown. “But you don’t enjoy it.”
“Did I say that?” He reaches back to grab my hand and slips it between his cheeks. “I enjoy whatever brings my partner pleasure. I get off when you get off, Beau.”
Does he ever stop thinking about others?
Circling my lubed fingers around his hole, I take my time stretching him. I don’t want him to have any regrets. Liam is trusting me with his body. If he decides he doesn’t like something, then we stop.
I run my other hand over his shoulders. Along his scarred ribs. Down to the dimples in his lower back. Only when I’ve got three fingers sunk into his ass do I remove them and nudge my crown against his prepped hole.
“Tell me if I do something wrong. If you don’t like—”
Liam braces his hands on the headboard. “Hurry the fuck up, Beau.”
Breaking into a smile, I start to push inside his hot, tight body. Carefully working myself in and out, I let him adjust to my cock stretching his ass. He bows forward, head dropping.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
I move my hands down to his hips and change the angle on my next thrust.
He groans. “Beau.”
“Good?”
“ Fuck . Good. Keep doing—”
I shove all the way inside his ass. His whispered curses and hitched breaths are all the encouragement I need to let go. I fuck him hard, paying attention to his body and the noises he’s making.
Soon, we’re both slick with sweat, our hot skin sticking each time we come together. I reach around to stroke his cock, spreading the precum beading along his slit down his shaft. I work him right up to the edge, and when his body shudders, I stop moving to deny him the orgasm.
“Gonna ruin you for this,” Liam pants.
I kiss a burn scar along his spine. “Promise?”
He pushes back on my cock, summoning a guttural noise from me this time.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I gasp. “Damn it.”
“We need to work on your stamina.”
Liam’s taunt has me pulling out. I try to flip his giant body over, but he ends up moving for me, propping himself against the headboard. He spreads his legs, his thick, hard cock on full display. His chest and abs rise and fall with heavy breaths.
The things I want to do to this man. The things I want him to do to me …
I reach for the bottle of lube with shaky hands and slick my fingers again. Then I shove two of them into my ass.
Liam chuckles. “A little desperate?”
“Not how this was supposed to go, but I haven’t had you inside me in months.”
I push in a third finger, but I can’t get myself stretched quick enough, so I give up and climb onto his lap. My hands grip the headboard on either side of his head as I slowly lower myself down onto his cock.
“Fuck me. I’m so addicted to you,” I mumble.
Liam’s hands slide down my chest to grip my hip and ass. I’m all breathy moans as he thrusts deep inside me. His muscles flexing are a thing of beauty.
“So sexy, Beau. Love watching you ride me.” Liam slows the snap of his hips as one of his big hands drifts to my cock. “Should I let you come before me? Or should I make you suffer, too?”
Pressure builds at the base of my spine, hot and tingly and utterly mind-melting.
“Holy fucking shit. Need inside of you again."
He releases his hold on me, and I readjust to line my cock up with his hole. Two hard thrusts inside his tight heat, and I’m losing control.
“ Look at me . I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come inside me.”
That’s it. I’m done for. I push my release as far as I can inside his body, only pulling out when I’m certain some of me will forever be left behind .
“Never in my life.” I watch in awe as I ease out of him. “Never seen something so incredible.”
Liam looks wrecked when I glance up at him. His cock stands proud, swollen and red. He’s breathing hard.
I explore the rest of his body with my mouth and fingers. I trace his abs with my tongue. Suck on both of his nipples. Bite down on both ass cheeks as I push each heavy leg up to gain more access, mesmerized by the sight of my cum slowly seeping out of him.
Liam snaps a hand to my hair. When he tilts my head up, his eyes are burning with sexual frustration.
I smirk. “If you want me to stop, just say so. But I also think you need this.”
His grip loosens on my hair, turning into a gentle scratch on my scalp that has me practically purring.
I work hard to unravel him. And when I’m done worshiping nearly every inch of his gorgeous body, I climb back on his lap and sink down on his cock.
His primal growl echoes through the room as he explodes in my ass. I drop my sweaty forehead to his chest, and we stay there in silence, drained of everything.
He brushes his fingers along my temple and through my hair. I reach up to wrap a hand around his wrist. “Liam?”
He rumbles in response.
“Would you cut my hair for me? Figure I should look somewhat presentable at the wedding tomorrow.”
“Only if you release the song you recorded,” Liam says.
I stiffen under his touch. “You think it’s ready? ”
“It’s more than ready. Beau, you silenced the studio yesterday with your playing. I shared a clip with Hail and Z. They won’t stop asking me when they can add the track to their playlists.”
I rub my face against his hard chest. “They’re just being polite.”
“Well, I’m not polite. So take my word for it. I wouldn’t let you release anything if I expected the world would crucify you for it.”
Playfully, I nip at his skin. “What if it reflects poorly on your studio?”
“Beau,” Liam warns.
“Fine,” I mumble.
It’s been a year since I’ve shared my music with the world.
Pretty sure people think I’m dead by now.
Is anyone even going to recognize my name?
Should I care? I haven’t been playing for anyone else.
After months of physical therapy and encouragement from Liam and Stasi, I’ve been playing for me again.
Liam eases both of us upright. Chest to bare chest, he kisses me once more. “Let’s take care of that hair, sexy.”
Retrieving a wooden stool from the music room for me to sit on in the middle of the bathroom, his fingers gently comb through my hair. They're followed immediately by the buzzing clippers, and I watch as long locks of dark brown hair rain down on the tile floor.
New hair. New song. New chapter in a hopefully long, happy life.