~Chapter 30~
*Two Weeks Later*
T hings have been, well, rough. And not the usual kind of rough. Beatrice has been a pissed-off kitten far more than she’s been a purring one. Charlie dying in her arms, especially after admitting he loved her, broke something deep inside of her.
Now, she’s a one-woman mercenary team. In fact, she begged Doc to take off the casts so she could get out there and get her revenge. The X-rays looked good, and she has very specific exercises she has to push through each day, so Doc agreed.
She’s been a force ever since.
“Queenie,” I sing-song to get her attention. She’s curling the dumbbells, blaring Little Girl Gone by Chinchilla.
Fitting.
“Beatrice, baby, come on. You’ve gotta eat something or all that work will be for nothing.” She sighs and rolls her eyes in annoyance but drops the bells to the floor; wincing as she stretches and rolls her arms.
Walking over to her, I take her arm in my hand and slowly knead the muscles; relishing in the way her head falls forward and she moans out.
“You are the very best,” she mumbles in bliss.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be sure to tell your other boyfriends that you agree.” I dance out of her reach just as she goes to swat me with her free arm.
Chuckling, I bend down and plant a big, wet kiss on her lips. “Ok, pretty girl. Up you go. We gotta eat before we get this show on the road.
Absent-mindedly, Bea walks over to the speaker system and turns it off. The silence is deafening and I see that look cross her eyes. The one that tells me she’s about to fall apart.
Reaching my hand out, I tilt my head toward the gym door. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.” She nods solemnly with a far-off look in her eyes as I lead her upstairs to my bathroom.
It’s not as fancy as Danny and Even’s, but it’ll definitely be worth it. My nozzle detaches and has a nice little massaging feature that I have yet to introduce her to.
Stepping into the space, she immediately strips down, no longer worried or nervous about her perfect curves, or the way her thighs’ little hot pockets rub together. And, I can’t help but smile at her progress with, not only us, but herself.
I strip down to join her, silently watching as she turns the water on and sighs heavily as the hot water beats down on her. Brushing up behind her, I put my hands on her waist, and slowly guide her to face me. She looks… tired. Like, the weight of every decision, both good and bad, is weighing on her shoulders.
“Let me help you,” I whisper into her ear before licking the shell. Her answering moan was exactly what I hoped for.
Reaching up above her, I pull the nuzzle out of its grip and switch the setting to a pulsing beat. Her eyes widen before she smiles sweetly. “Please.” She whimpers as her legs widen for me.
With a smirk I lean in and kiss her, slowly requesting entrance to her mouth. She gasps when I flick my wrist and begin exploring her wet, warm folds with my free hand.
Plunging my tongue into her mouth, I control the pace and am rewarded with a deep, low, groan vibrating through her chest.
I circle her clit before plunging two fingers into her hot, needy core; her pussy clenching around me like it can’t bear the thought of losing me.
“Oh my God! Stu, Yes!” She pants between kisses.
As my fingers fuck in and out of her sweet pussy, her juices trail down my hand, and mingle with the water raining down on us. Her mewls and moans have my dick leaking but he can wait. Right now, it’s all about my Queen Bea.
“You gunna come for me, my Queen?” I inquire with a raspy voice.
Her brain must be overloaded because all I get is a simple nod as her pussy begins to clamp down on me.
I bend down and suck a nipple into my mouth right as I flick my other wrist and turn the pulsating water from the nozzle straight to her clit.
Her screams echo around the bathroom, and her head slams against the tiles, as she rides and writhes against my fingers.
I keep up the brutal pace, already feeling another wave starting. Her hands move toward my head as I lap and bite her nipples. “S-Stu!” Her stuttered shout bounces off the walls again and I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.
When her body begins to recoil, I move the spray of the water off of her clit and lazily continue to fuck her with my fingers.
Standing back to my full height, I lean in and kiss her with the same languid strides of my fingers.
With a final shudder, I release my fingers from her pussy and bring them between us so she can watch as I stick my long tongue out and lap at her juices. “Best honey I’ve ever tasted will always be yours, Queen Bea,” She groans at my corniness, letting her head fall to my shoulder as she giggles quietly.
Eventually, we do actually get cleaned up. But, I take my time soaping up her hair, and her body. I also refused to give in to her pouting about not letting her take care of my hard-on. That can be saved for later…
When it’s time to celebrate the eradication of the Crimson Knights.