Chapter 38
Fable
Touching him felt like coming home. The warmth of his palm against mine still lingered as we stepped into the hotel lobby, and I squeezed my fingers together, holding onto the sensation a little longer.
God, I’d missed him this week—missed the way his hands found mine without hesitation.
I missed the strength of his arms wrapped around me like they could shield me from the world.
Mostly, I missed how he saw me. How he didn’t look at me like I was broken or difficult to love because of my anxiety.
With Beau, I didn’t feel like I had to explain myself or hide the parts of me I’d learned to keep tucked away.
He touched me like I was worthy of being wanted—like I was a woman worth holding onto.
It tickled something deep inside me, something that had been asleep for so long.
“You coming upstairs?” Harleigh’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I blinked, glancing over at her standing by the elevators.
“Yeah,” I called back, but the ache in my chest grew heavier.
This was the end of the night.
We’d get on separate elevators, head to separate rooms, and I’d lie awake, thinking about the way Beau’s eyes had burned into mine at dinner.
“Maybe we’ll be on the same flight tomorrow?” I offered, hoping to stretch the moment a little longer.
Beau tilted his head, his brows knitting together slightly. “What time you guys flying out?”
“Ten,” I replied.
His gaze flicked to mine, something unreadable in his golden-brown eyes. “Same.” But he furrowed his brow, like there was more he wasn’t saying.
He shifted his hand, still holding mine loosely, like he was giving me the chance to pull away.
I didn’t.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” he murmured, and I swore I could feel the heat of those words settle deep in my stomach.
I nodded, swallowing against the lump in my throat as we headed toward the elevators, each step echoing louder than it should in the quiet lobby. Suddenly, every second felt too short.
We rode up together in the elevator, and when the doors slid open, Harleigh stepped out first, her key card in hand as she unlocked the door to our room.
“Night, Beau. Congrats, again,” she said and held open the door for me to follow.
My pulse pounded in my ears as I turned toward Beau, and his gaze caught mine.
“Later, Cowgir—”
I didn’t let him finish. I surged forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, and crashed my lips into his with a hunger that burned through my veins.
I wasn’t thinking—couldn’t think—only feeling.
Feeling the heat of his body against mine, the ache pooling in my core, the desperate need to touch, to taste, to have.
“See you later, Harls,” I managed to gasp between kisses, backing Beau into the wall beside the door, fisting the front of his shirt.
She laughed, and the door clicked shut, letting us know she was tucked inside.
“Jesus, baby—” His voice was rough, strained, as he gripped my hips and pulled me flush against him.
I kissed him harder, deeper, letting myself get lost in the fire that only he could ignite.
“Take me to your room,” I whispered against his lips, my breath hitching as his hands tightened on my waist.
“As you wish,” he rasped, his voice low and rough like gravel and honey.
I grabbed his arm, and we stumbled toward the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, we crashed back into each other—teeth grazing, tongues tangling, breaths ragged. His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel his thick ridge straining beneath his jeans.
“Fuck,” he growled into my mouth, his mustache rough against my skin as I clung to his shoulders. My nails bit through the fabric of his shirt when he shifted, pressing me against the cool metal wall.
The soft ding of the elevator barely registered, and neither of us moved until the doors began to slide open. I broke away with a breathless laugh, but he caught my wrist, his dark eyes smoldering as we made our way down the hall.
The door barely clicked shut before he spun me around, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Crashing his mouth against mine, he devoured every breathy moan that escaped. I tangled my fingers in his long hair as he pressed his body tightly against mine.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growled against my lips, his mustache scraping my skin as he trailed hot kisses down my jaw and neck. “You been driving me crazy all fucking night . . . You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
Before I could respond, he gripped my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
The heat of his cock pressed against my core, separated by far too many layers of clothing.
His grip on my ass was firm, fingers digging into my flesh as he rocked against me with a low groan.
“Feel that?” he rasped, grinding harder. “This cock’s been aching for you since the moment I saw you tonight. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to think of anything else, Cowgirl. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
I moaned, my head falling back against the wall as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, his breath hot against my skin.
“Please, Beau,” I gasped. “I need you.”
“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he growled. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, baby . . . and you’re gonna beg for more.”
His hands roamed my body until he suddenly dropped me to the floor. I barely had time to catch my breath before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and yanked them down my legs.
“Beau—”
A shriek escaped me as he tore my thong clean off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the room.
“You—”
He bit my lower lip, silencing my protest with a growl that melted every rational thought from my mind.
“Won’t be needin’ that,” he muttered against my mouth, his breath ragged with hunger. “Been dreaming about tasting you again . . . making you come on my tongue till you’re beggin’ me to stop.”
Frantic fingers pushed my shirt up over my head, and then I was bare—exposed beneath his heated gaze. His eyes darkened as they roamed my body.
“Fucking perfect,” he rasped before gripping my hips and hoisting me into the air.
“Oh—!”
I gasped as he threw my legs over his shoulder, my thighs pressing against the sides of his head, my ass and legs exposed to the cool air of the room. With rough hands, he gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he pressed a hot kiss against my sensitive skin, inches away from my core.
“You’re drippin’ for me already. Goddamn, I missed this sweet little pussy.”
My back arched as his tongue flicked against my clit, each stroke pulling a moan from deep within my chest.
“Beau— fuck—”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he growled. “Say my name, baby. Let me hear how much you need me.”
I held on as pleasure built within me. My thighs clenched around his head, but he only gripped me tighter, plunging deeper as he devoured me.
“You’re mine,” he murmured between each flick and suck. “This pussy’s mine. Say it, baby. Say it.”
I shattered against his tongue, gasping his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even come up for air. He swallowed me down and pulled back enough to spit against my swollen clit before diving back in. The wet, obscene sound of his mouth had my toes curling.
Before I could catch my breath, he tossed me onto the bed.
“God, I missed this body,” he rasped, pinning me beneath him. “I’ve been losin’ my damn mind without this pussy.”
He pushed up just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, the fabric catching for a second before he tore free with a low, impatient sound. My hands went greedy on his skin the second he was bare, fingertips dragging over his chest, down his stomach, feeling how tight he was with want.
“Look at you,” he muttered, gaze burning as he reached for his belt. The buckle clicked and he shoved his jeans down his hips.
I clung to him as he slid the head of his cock against my slick folds.
“I fucked up, Fable. I should’ve been here, holding you, loving you, making you feel how much you mean to me.” He pulled back and looked down at me. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”
I locked eyes with him as he pushed inside with one hard thrust. The stretch had me gasping, my nails digging into his back.
“Take it all,” he growled. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re built to ride me, built to squeeze this cock like you don’t wanna let go. Just like a bull buckin’ hard out of the chute, I’m the only one who can hold on and tame you.”
He thrust harder, his hips slapping against mine, the sound echoing through the room.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered. “Let me break you in proper.”
I obeyed, gripping the sheets as he pounded into me.
“Feel that? Feel how deep I am? No one else can fuck you like this. No one else can own you like I can.” He spat against my lips, and I gasped as his tongue chased after the slick heat.
“Come on, Cowgirl. Ride this cock like you mean it. Show me how bad you need me.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper. My moans turned desperate as pressure coiled tighter.
Slowly, he let a stream of spit dribble from his mouth onto my cunt, the warmth mixing with my slick heat.
He moved his thumb through the wetness, spreading it across my folds with slow, teasing circles.
My thighs trembled. The air thickened with the sound of my breathless moans and the wet noises of his touch.
“Do you feel this?” he rasped. “No one else is gonna make you feel this way. You’re perfect, baby, every inch of you.”
“Y-yes,” I gasped. “It’s only ever been you.”
My heart pounded, desperate to make him understand that no one else had ever touched me the way he did, inside and out.
I shattered around him, clenching hard as my orgasm ripped through me. He groaned and thrust harder, chasing his release until his hips jerked and he pulled out.
“Open up,” he commanded.
I nodded eagerly, tongue out and waiting.
He pumped his cock urgently. A guttural moan ripped from his chest as thick ropes of cum shot aggressively into my mouth, splattering against my tongue and the back of my throat.
The force made me cough, but I swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop as he kept pumping, coating my lips and chin with the last spurts of his release.
The air smelled of sex and sweat. I licked the corner of my mouth as his gaze darkened with possessive hunger.
We collapsed in a tangled heap, bodies slick with sweat and fluid. His arms wrapped around me as our ragged breaths began to slow, the heat of his skin grounding me in the aftermath.
“I’m never leavin’ again.” He trailed his hands down my naked side. “This body’s mine. This pussy’s mine. You’re mine. And I’m gonna spend every damn night of my life showin’ you just how much I need you.”