Scene from Forever and Always, Gravel Hill Boys Book 1
Beau rolled to a stop at the end of the driveway and reached across the console for my hand. “I’m not going to assume anything, so you tell me what’s happening here. What do you want? It’s your call.”
Honestly, I almost laughed. What he wanted was written all over his face. His thumb caressed my hand, and even though the contact was minimal, I knew exactly what it was I wanted: More. A hell of a lot more.
“Would you mind terribly if we hung out at your place?” There was the slightest catch in my throat?
Those blue eyes bore into mine, and a thrill ran through me.
Beau threw the truck into park, yanked off his seat belt and launched himself over the console.
He unbuckled my seat belt. His hands cradled my head.
Fingers gripped my hair, and his mouth crashed into mine.
It was teeth and tongue and heat. So much heat.
His tongue stroked mine, teasing, tasting. Devouring.
Beau knew how to kiss, dammit. I hated that I’d missed out on so many years of those kisses. I needed more. And I needed it now.
I broke away. “Beau, please. Take me to your place,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Now.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
He pulled away, reluctantly, but dove back in for one hotter-than-hell kiss before leaning back into his seat and adjusting himself.
“Buckle that seat belt,” he warned. “Let’s see if this thing really does go from zero to one- thirty in under eight seconds.”
The second my seat belt snapped into place, Beau gunned his truck out of my driveway and down our rural country road, arriving at the Miller’s farm in under two minutes with me yeehawing all the way.
Normally, I wouldn’t get off on speeding, and it would’ve freaked me out had anyone else pulled that on me, but with Beau, I felt safe.
I’d not only handed over my heart, I trusted him with my life.
After a teeth-rattling ride up the Millers’ long gravel drive, we skidded to a stop near the back porch. Beau was out of the truck and yanking my door open before I could disengage my seat belt. His hands cradled my face, and his mouth was on mine as we picked up where we’d left off in my driveway.
The kisses grew hotter. My nails dug into his neck. His hands slid down my back and under my shirt, working their way up my rib cage. He sank his teeth into the juncture where my neck met my shoulder, and followed that bite with a slow, hot lick.
I squirmed, balling the soft material of his T-shirt in my fists.
“I need you, baby.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I need you so fucking much.”
The night was cool, but my body grew warm. Birds’ wings beat in my chest, swirling and diving. My body tingled.
“Same,” I whispered. One word. It was all I could manage.
He lifted me from my seat, but instead of heading for the house, he pushed me up against the truck, and his mouth captured mine again.
“Beau,” I murmured as his lips traveled over my jaw, across my collarbone, and ended on my breast, gently biting my nipple over the lace of the thin blouse I wore. I moaned.
“Hmm,” he responded. The vibration hummed from my breast downward.
My head rolled back, and I clamped my thighs together. “We’re still in the driveway.”
“And?” He flicked open the button on my jeans and tugged on the zipper.
“I’d rather not have an audience.”
His chuckle caused more reverberations. “I’m pretty sure the cows are huddled down near the pond for the night. I don’t think they’re interested in what we’re up to.”
I gave him a light shove. “I’m not talking about the cows. I’m talking about your band. Those guys are in and out of here all the time. How do you know they’re not here now? Watching?”
“If they are, I’ll kick their asses.”
“Beau.”
He stopped fiddling with my bra. “I guess fucking you up against my truck doesn’t count as wooing, does it?”
No, but it sounds hot as hell.
“Not exactly.” I barely recognized my voice it was so low and gravelly. “But I’d like to keep my options open for the future.”
Beau growled as he lifted me off the ground, and shocking the hell out of me, tossed me over his shoulder like a feed sack. I tried to scream but ended up laughing. I slapped my hands against his thighs. “Put me down, you Neanderthal!”
“Nope.” His boots thumped across the porch.
“You’re gonna make me lose my dinner,” I cried, pinching his ass.
After entering the dimly lit house, he slid my body down his front, achingly slow. He pushed the door closed and flipped the lock.
“There,” he said, his eyes nearly black with lust. “Now we won’t be interrupted.”
With his hands on either side of my head and his hips pressed against my belly, he caged me in against the wall. “Last chance, baby.” He touched his forehead to mine. “I want you so bad I will up and die if you put the brakes on.” He ran his nose along the edge of my jaw. “What’s it gonna be?”
My hands worked their way under his shirt and caressed warm skin and hard abs. I lifted his shirt and ran my tongue between his pecs.
“I want you,” I whispered. “So, so much.”
He swallowed the last word as it left my mouth, and we connected in a bruising kiss.
My lips parted and his tongue lashed against my own, sweeping and plundering, our teeth scraping.
His body pressed against mine. He dipped at the knees and rubbed his rock-hard erection along the inside of my thighs, pushing hard against my center.
My brain short-circuited, and my knees turned to jelly.
I slumped against him, trying to stand. Not caring if we both crashed to the floor.
My heart was beating hard enough to escape my chest and jump into his, where it belonged.
He nipped at my bottom lip and tugged, then followed up with soft, sweet kisses. He made me crazy in the best way.
“God, Brooklynn,” he whispered into my hair. “I want you so bad. Just touching you, holding you. You’re killin’ me.”
I gripped his T-shirt and sighed. “Same.”
Being in his arms. Holding him. How could it feel like coming home when I’d never left?
Beau reached behind his head and pulled his T-shirt off, dropping it onto the floor of the mudroom.
I wiggled out of my blouse and tossed it onto his discarded shirt.
My jeans followed. Our hands tore at each other until not a stitch of clothing remained.
The boy I’d last seen naked was gone. In his place was a man.
A man with long, lean muscles. A hard, toned chest; abs for days; and a deep, pronounced V with a neat trail of golden hair leading to the promised land.
It almost hurt to look at him, he was so damn beautiful. Every inch of him was perfect.
Every. Glorious. Inch.
He pulled me against him. The full length of our bodies pressed together.
Our skin heated. He lifted my hair, pressing open-mouthed kisses behind my ear, down my neck, and across my shoulder while his hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples, and sending shockwaves through my core that had my legs shaking.
“Motherfucker,” he growled, rocking his forehead against mine. “You deserve so much more than a quick fuck against the wall, but I’ve been waiting six years to have you again. I’m not sure I can make it six more minutes.”
Lowering his body, he slid his cock through my center, parting me, teasing me. My head dropped back and tipped to the side, giving him access to my neck and throat. I shivered.
“I think my legs are gonna give out on me.”
“Well, hell. We can’t have that.”
Again, I found myself swept off my feet. “Bed or couch?”
The couch was closer, but it was a scratchy, nubby tweed loveseat that was probably older than me. For as much as I was in the moment, I couldn’t help thinking of thirty-some years of cats and dogs spread out on those cushions, most notably Mr. Miller’s slobbery old bluetick coonhound.
Lying naked on decades of fur and drool wasn’t my idea of a good time, regardless of how fine Beau looked in his birthday suit.
I wrinkled my nose. “Bed. Definitely bed.”
He glanced at the couch. “Good call.”
Beau jogged through the living room and into the front hall, carrying me as if I weighed nothing before taking the stairs two at a time in a mad dash for the bedroom.
The feel of his skin against mine was worth the risk of the two of us tumbling down the stairs.
And despite the darkness and his mouth fused to mine, he found his way to the master bedroom, where he gently lay me down on a soft quilt.
He flicked on a bedside lamp and the room was bathed in golden light. “You are so beautiful,” he said. “So perfect.”
My eyes flicked over him, from head to toe. “So are you.”
With a low growl, he pounced. His body covered mine while his mouth devoured me in a hot, searing kiss. It was wild. Savage. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
His hand cupped my breast, testing its weight. He swept my hair from my neck and proceeded to kiss his favorite spot behind my ear. Goosebumps popped out along my skin as his tongue traveled over the column of my neck, moving slowly until it found my other breast.
“Oh God.” I whispered. We’d barely begun yet I was already in heaven.
Beau continued his exploration. Our skin heated.
Our hands gripped and squeezed. My fingers trailed the taut muscles in his back, while his hand slipped between my thighs, caressing me softly.
Parting me, he slid one long finger inside me, drawing out my arousal with slow swirls and circles. Teasing and slowly driving me mad.
My tongue traveled across his collarbone, nipping the thick muscle on his shoulder. I lifted my hips and pressed against his hand. I needed more. More pressure. More penetration. More him.
Beau read me like a well-loved book. He added a second finger, and when he curled them just right, I tumbled over the edge, exploding in wave after wave of hot, pulsing, tremors. My body nearly levitated off the bed.
I might have died a little.
“That...that,” I stuttered when I could finally form words again. “That was amazing.”
“Fuck, baby.” Beau ran his nose along my jaw. “There are so many things I want to do to you, but if I don’t have you soon, my dick’s gonna fall off.”
A warm, satisfied puddle of goo, I giggled. “We don’t want that.”
After another deep, sweeping kiss, Beau rose and moved to the closet, returning with a strip of condoms. He tore off a foil packet, ripped it open with his teeth, then rolled it on.
His cock was bigger than I recalled. Long and thick, it stood up proudly. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled.
“See something you like?” he asked, kneeling between my legs. He fisted his cock, running it through my wetness and over my sensitive clit. I quivered.
“More,” I begged.
He slipped the wide head inside me, and I moaned.
“Good?” he asked, his eyes closed.
“Hmm... More. Don’t tease me. I want you. All of you. Now.”
With a low, guttural groan, he pushed into me. “Oh, fuck,” I cried when he was seated to the hilt. My toes curled, and I slid my feet over his calves and wrapped my legs around his waist. Using what leverage I could manage, I rolled my hips and pushed upward, taking him even deeper.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to embarrass myself and come like a fucking teenager.”
I slipped my fingers into his golden locks and smiled up at him. “I’ve had you as a teenager. Trust me, I had no complaints.”
He lowered his head and kissed me deeply. Completely.
“No complaints from me either,” he said against my lips. “I’ve relived that night in my head a million times. Each moment is etched in my memory.”
I cradled his face in my hands. “Now here we are.”
He smiled tenderly. “Here we are.”
I nipped at his jaw. “Now fuck me,” I whispered.
“Then you better hang on, baby, because when I’m done with you, you may not be able to walk.”
“Promise?”
Before I knew it, my wrists were pinned above my head. I was powerless to move my arms. Beau rolled his hips, slowly at first, driving into me hard enough to cause pain—for all my big talk—but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.
He grunted and groaned as he picked up speed.
Our bodies heated. Our skin slick. He fucked me like it was his job.
Going at me hard and fast, but then pausing, he’d move slower, and somehow deeper, rolling his hips until he was rubbing the hard base of his cock over my clit.
Each time sending my eyes to the back of my head before he’d piston his hips against mine again.
I gasped for breath. I moaned. Thrashed. Cried out so loud, I probably scared the chickens and woke the herd. My body was a lit match and Beau the Roman candle. Just a few more pumps and...
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
I went off like the Fourth of July. Fireworks exploded behind my shuttered eyes while shooting stars ricocheted inside my head.
I shook and shivered. My toes curled. Seconds later, still vibrating and feeling the waves of the greatest orgasm of my lifetime, Beau thrust once more.
His body stiffened. His eyes squeezed shut, and his cock twitched inside me, sending another round of shockwaves swirling around my molten core.
Releasing my wrists, he collapsed, careful to shift his weight onto his arms. I could feel his heart thumping inside his chest, echoing mine in an erratic, percussive symphony.
This was not the timid, gentle coupling that had taken place in the bed of a pickup in our neighbor’s field. This was hot and wild. Fierce and frantic. Bone-jarring, panty-melting, mind-numbing, forget-your-name kind of sex.
And I loved it.
Beau’s face was pressed against the side of my head, buried in my hair, his mouth beside my ear. I breathed him in. Leather and spice. Soap and sweat.
With a groan, he pushed up onto his forearms. “You okay?”
“So much better than okay.” I sighed.
He smiled sweetly. “That was–”
“Amazing,” I finished for him.
He kissed my nose. “It sure as hell was.”
With his arms wound around me, he rolled until I was on top of him.
I let out a short scream and a laugh.
“What’re you doing?”
“I want to do that again, so I need to make sure I don’t crush you.”
“You weren’t crushing me.” I kissed him. “And seriously, you’re ready to do that again?”
He chuckled. “Not right this second, but in a few minutes? Hell, yeah.” He kissed me back. “Are you ready to do that again?”
A grin stretched across my face.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
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