Chapter 57
Beau
I rolled my shoulders as I stood, shaking out the tension in my body, my arm throbbing beneath the damn cast.
None of it mattered.
I walked down the hall, dragging out the anticipation, letting the hunger build.
And fuck.
There she was.
Face down, ass up, just like I told her.
Her legs were spread, her perfect milky thighs glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The deep arch of her back had my mouth watering, her ass round and begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock.
I let out a slow exhale, my hand flexing at my side, my broken arm useless, but my good one more than capable of giving her exactly what she needed.
“What a good listener,” I murmured.
She shivered, gripping the sheets, her thighs squeezing together slightly.
I smirked, stepping forward, dragging my fingers down the curve of her spine before sliding them lower, teasing between her thighs, feeling how fucking soaked she was.
I plunged one finger inside her without warning, and she gasped, her body jolting forward before she rocked right back, taking it deeper.
“You’re dripping.”
She whimpered, pressing her forehead to the mattress, her ass wiggling back against my hand.
I twisted my finger, dragging it slowly, feeling every slick inch of her tight, greedy pussy before slipping in another.
“Beau,” she cried as her back bowed.
I smirked, leaning over her, pressing a kiss to the dip of her spine as I pumped my fingers.
“You’re mine, baby,” I murmured against her skin.
She tightened around my fingers, and her whimpers turned into breathless gasps.
I pulled my fingers out of her soaking-wet pussy, and the second I did, she cried out as her body shook.
“You’ll get what you need,” I cooed, dragging my wet fingers up her inner thigh, smearing her slick across her skin.
I reached down, fisting my cock, running the thick head along her dripping slit, teasing, spreading her wetness.
“You’re soaked for me,” I groaned, pressing the tip inside, feeling her stretch around me. “So fuckin’ tight.”
She whimpered, pushing back, trying to take more, but my good hand locked onto her hip, holding her still.
“Ah, ah.” I warned her, squeezing her soft flesh, my fingers digging into her. “You don’t take my cock—I give it to you.”
She whined, her body squirming, her legs trembling. “Beau, please,” she begged.
I gritted my teeth, barely holding onto my control as I rocked forward, stretching her inch by inch, feeling her tight heat gripping every thick inch of me.
“Jesus fuck,” I groaned, my head tipping back as I bottomed out.
She gasped, her nails clawing into the sheets. “You’re so big,” she choked out.
I grinned, rolling my hips, grinding deep inside her, my cock buried to the fucking hilt. “You’re takin’ every fuckin’ inch like you were made for it.”
She whimpered, rocking back, fucking herself onto my cock, her slick dripping down my shaft, making a filthy, wet sound every time I slammed into her.
“That’s it,” I growled, my good hand holding her down as I picked up the pace, driving into her, making the bed creak beneath us. “Take what you need.”
She moaned loudly, her body shaking as I fucked her hard, stretching her over and over.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” I bent over her, my chest pressed to her back, my cock slamming into her so deep she screamed. “Mine. You hear me? This pussy belongs to me.”
She sobbed, her pleasure raw, overwhelming, her walls fluttering around me. “Yours, Beau— fuck, I’m yours.”
As I hit that point of no return, something stopped me.
I didn’t know what it was—maybe the way she gasped my name, maybe the way her body clenched so tight around me it made my head spin—but instinct kicked in. I pulled out at the last second, my cock throbbing, desperate for release, but suddenly, this wasn’t just fucking.
I climbed onto the bed, my legs tangled with hers, her green eyes wide and wet from the stretch.
I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing away the tears that weren’t from pain, but from something deeper, something that made my chest ache.
“I love you,” I murmured, pushing inside her again, slow this time. “I love you so much,” I moaned against her lips, stretching her slowly, savoring the way her body took me in.
She nodded, her fingers gripping my arms, her breath shaky. “I love you. I’m sorry, baby.”
I kissed her, slowly, rolling my hips, pushing in deeper, claiming her, but this time it wasn’t hunger or need—it was everything.
The fucking stopped.
Something bigger settled between us, something strong, like an invisible string snapped and tied itself back together.
I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers, whispering the words I needed her to hear.
“I love you,” I moaned, sinking my cock deep, grinding against that perfect spot inside her.
She gasped, her nails digging into my back.
“You’re mine,” I growled, thrusting harder, my body begging for release.
She clung to me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels pressing into my lower back.
“Come with me,” I begged.
“Beaudreau,” she cried, saying my full name like a fucking prayer.
I groaned, burying myself inside her as I came, my whole body shuddering as white-hot pleasure exploded through me.
Her cry turned into a sob, her back arching, her pussy milking me for everything I had, both of us falling over that edge together, tangled up in each other, bodies shaking, hearts pounding.
And fuck—I had never felt more whole in my life.
After she showered and I washed up, careful to keep my casted arm dry, we both crawled into bed, completely naked, tangled in the sheets.
Fable traced soft, lazy circles over my chest.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked for maybe the twentieth time since we had climbed into bed.
I smirked, tilting her chin up so she was looking at me. “I’m a bull rider, Cowgirl. I’m fine.” I leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose.
She huffed, but I saw the small smile ghost over her lips.
“Where do we go from here?”
I ran my good hand down her back, gripping her hip, pulling her in closer until her bare body was pressed tight against mine.
“You move in with me,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her temple. “Come to my ranch. Live with me. Help me build it.” I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “I’ll help you heal. I’ll be your number one cheerleader. Together.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry.”
“No more apologizing, Cowgirl.”
“One more time. For not telling you the whole truth. For being scared when you’ve always been there for me. For running away. For—” she let out a soft, breathy laugh. “For saying we could just be friends.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, we were never good at being friends, were we?”
“No. We sucked.”
“But everything else? We’re good at, Fable.”
Her eyes shimmered with fresh tears, but this time, they weren’t from pain. They weren’t from shame. They were something new, something that made my chest feel too damn tight.
“I’ll move in with you.” She swallowed hard, gripping my arm, her fingers curling into my skin. “I want to be yours . . . if you’ll have me.”
A slow smile stretched across my face as I shifted, wrapping her up in my arms, pulling her close while my cast rested over her.
I pressed my lips to her forehead, whispering, “You were mine before you even knew it. Before I ever touched you. Before I even had the right to claim you. You’ll be mine for the rest of our days, Cowgirl. Always.”