Chapter Five
Jolene
S NAP !
Fucking stick.
I freeze where I'm standing and hide behind a large oak tree in Beau's backyard.
I've been spying on him and his cute-as-hell yellow lab for about fifteen minutes without either of them noticing.
I saw them retreating towards the house, and my inability to keep my distance had me misstepping, making the twig snap.
Luckily, Beau had Cooper's full attention, and the pair are heading inside now.
I know following Beau to his house is a little stalker-y, but I just couldn't get him out of my head. I swear I tried to go to bed but gave up almost the minute I lay down. I am too damn worked up for sleep, so I figured I'd take a peek at Beau and see if he's as in his head as I am right now.
Call it morbid curiosity or doing my due diligence, but there is just something about Beau Calhoun that brings me back time and time again.
I didn't bank on him being outside with his dog when I showed up. I've seen Cooper several times when I've come to check on our town's newest addition to the police force.
Cooper and I became fast friends. The first time I met him, I may or may not have bribed him with homemade treats Mama gets from one of her friends in town.
Since then, we've been buddies, and I've enjoyed spending time with him outside on more than one occasion.
Beau has a doggy door for Coop to use on days he's working, which makes our play dates quite frequent.
I was curious why he didn't come to me in the woods the first time he spotted me, but I quickly realized Beau has an electric fence for Cooper, which worked out for me. I eased Cooper into being comfortable around me.
I'm shocked he didn't catch my scent and whine at the electric fence line just now. I'm going to have to give him extra treats the next time I sneak over, for being the goodest boy around.
Not wanting to trip the floodlights, I wait until the back door is closed and the lights turn out inside. Then I make my way through the woods to the side of the house. I'm not sure what I'm expecting to find, but I'm also not ready to head home yet.
All the lights in the house are off except for what I'm assuming is the loft bedroom. I love this A-frame style home so fucking much, but it makes spying a hell of a lot harder without windows low on the sides. Good thing the entire front and back walls are made of windows.
I'm hiding just off the side of the driveway, in the tree line, but I'm dying to see more.
I wonder if I'd be able to sneak in and plant a bug so I’d have unfiltered access to Beau.
It would be good to have an uncensored ear to the local police news.
Then again, that might be taking things just a tad bit too far, even for me.
A little ways up the drive, closer to the house, I notice a particularly sturdy-looking tree with full, large limbs and I decide to put my climbing skills to the test to get a closer look.
Grasping the lowest branch, I pull myself up and straddle, then rise on my feet to reach the next one.
Using my skills and training, I make quick work of moving up the tree until I have a direct line to Beau's room.
Even though it was hot as hell today, the night has cooled off and there's a nice breeze. Beau has the curtains drawn and the window open, allowing bits and pieces of his conversation with Cooper to float out on the wind.
Beau disappears through a door off to the side, which I assume is a bathroom from the way the loft is laid out.
I wait impatiently but am instantly rewarded when Beau steps out in nothing but a towel. Rivulets of water are streaming down his chest and dripping from his curls. He runs his hand through his wet hair, pushing the strands off his face. I stifle a groan at seeing all those glorious muscles.
He starts talking to Cooper, but I can't hear what he says.
The dog barks once before barreling toward him for scratches and a good rub-down.
Beau kisses his head then points to Coop's dog bed.
I have to fight back my giggle as the dog pouts his way across the room, then dramatically flops onto his bed.
He's such a goof, but I absolutely adore him.
The towel drops to the floor. In an instant, my eyes snap back to Beau.
Holy fucking football gods. I've never cared much about a guy's ass, but Beau's is fine as fuck. You'd be able to bounce a quarter off of those buns of steel.
Heat floods my core as Beau reaches above his head in a stretch. His back muscles ripple as he twists and turns to pull the covers down and climb into the bed. He leans over to plug in his phone that’s sitting on the nightstand, then he flops down on his pillow.
He's still gloriously naked, and I want nothing more than to shimmy down this branch, crawl through the window, and suck his thick cock into my mouth. He’s well groomed, including his balls.
Even semi-hard, his dick looks perfect. It’s thick, and looks long enough to hit so deep it’d cause the most delicious pain but be satisfying to fuck.
To my utter disbelief, Beau slides a hand down his chest, pausing to tweak both nipples.
He gives each attention, then continues his path down his abs until he’s wrapping the hand around his cock.
He grips himself firmly, knuckles whitening, and gives his length a few hard tugs.
It's not long until he's fully erect, and my assumptions about his size are confirmed.
“Fuuuuck.” His gravelly voice sails through the night air like a bolt of lightning straight to my core, making it pulse with desire.
I whimper in disappointment when he releases his cock and leans over to the nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount in his hand. Beau goes back to working his cock with steady, hard strokes.
The tree limbs shrink in size the higher I climb, so I'm straddling a smaller branch as I watch the show.
My pussy is absolutely dripping right now, and I can't help but rock into the limb.
My jeans apply just the right amount of friction as I ride the stick between my legs, heightening my pleasure.
Needing more, I pull one of my hands from the branch and slide it under my shirt to pinch my nipple.
It feels so good that I want to close my eyes, but I can't tear them from the sight in front of me.
Beau is fucking his fist like his life depends on it. His muscles bunch as he groans, his release almost as close as mine.
“Mmm … yeah. Just like that.” He's vocal as he brings himself pleasure, which fills me with hope that he can talk dirty better than the rest.
I'm getting close when I see him tense. Beautiful white cum pumps from his purple head. It shoots all the way up to his chin as he spills more and more all over his taut abs.
I'm so close to coming that I can't stop riding the branch, but I need something more to push me over the edge. I'm just about to risk sliding my hands in my pants when Beau groans.
"Fuuuuck, Joey girl. You feel so good," he grits out as he swipes a drip of cum from his chin and sucks it off his finger.
Like a shot straight to the clit, Beau's words—along with his tongue lapping up his release—send me flying over the edge. I'm riding the branch as if I were riding his cock, milking my release as my pussy desperately pulses around nothing, wishing he was actually filling me.
I'm coming down when I hear an ominous creak.
Before I can move, the branch I've been riding to release does me dirty and snaps off.
I go tumbling through the limbs as I fight to not make a sound.
I can't afford to alert Beau to my presence.
I try to direct my fall, twisting my body to avoid smacking my head, but just as I reach the last branch, my ribs slam into it hard, knocking the air from my lungs.
I'm crumpled on the ground, trying to catch my breath and get my bearings, when "What the fuck was that?" comes from Beau's window. Cooper barks as lights start filling the house.
I need to fucking move, now !
I scramble to my knees and have to bite my shoulder when pain from my sore ribs rips through me. "Fuck me running," I wheeze out as breath fills my lungs.
I barely make it to my feet and further back into the woods when the door flies open. Beau is backlit by the light, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and his boots. As much as I want to stay and admire him, I know I need to move.
I carefully and quietly make my way through the woods as Beau scans the area with a flashlight and pistol at the ready. I'm far enough away that he shouldn't see me, and Cooper can't cross the fence to get to me even if he smells me.
I stay as still as possible as Beau checks the fallen limb. He scans the area one more time, but I know he won't find my hiding spot. I don't dare move until I see him return inside, turn off the lights, then head back to the loft.
Waiting to move is torture as my ribs throb, pain radiating through me. But if I want to get out of here undetected, I can't risk making a move now. There's no way I will be able to silently sail through the forest like I can uninjured.
After what seems like an eternity, Beau turns the lights off, pitching the world into darkness.
I wait another twenty minutes before I make my way to the back side of the house.
There aren’t any formal roads this far into the woods, but there are tons of old trails that lead to oil wells.
I know those better than the roads in town, which makes it super helpful to go undetected when my services are needed.
Hefting my ass up into my jeep fucking sucks, but I manage to do it without too much fuss. I don't dare turn my lights on until I'm far from Beau's house and well on my way home.