31. Beau #2
“Sorry,” I mumble, trying to neaten up.
“Yeah, sorry,” Daisy echoes, but she’s grinning from ear to ear and clearly not sorry.
“I came to tell you that the party’s breaking up,” Poppy says, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Izzy’s stirring, so Dylan and I are going to head up to the house.”
“Your timing is terrible,” Daisy jokes. “But thanks.”
Poppy purses her lips, taking in our disheveled state, then directs her attention to me.
“How do you feel about my taking Ollie tonight? It’ll give you two a chance to be alone.”
Daisy inhales excitedly, then turns to me. “What do you think?”
I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever fucking heard, if only it were that easy.
“I don’t know,” I say. “If he wakes in the night and I’m not there…”
Daisy sighs. “You’re right.”
“Well, the kids are already asleep,” Poppy says. “You could carry him over to the main house, make sure he’s settled, and I can have a little sleepover with both of them in the living room to make sure he’s comfortable if he wakes up?”
Daisy turns cautiously hopeful eyes on me, but still I hesitate.
“I’ll call you if there’s anything to worry about,” Poppy offers. “You can come get him if he wants to go home. But honestly? He’s spent enough time with us at the house that I think he’ll be okay.”
Daisy slips her hand into mine and presses her breasts against my arm, which I’m certain is no accident. “It’s up to you,” she says.
I make a bargain with myself. If I can get Ollie from the restaurant to the house without any problem, and then settle him in bed without any reason to worry, chances are that he’ll keep sleeping until morning. If I can check those boxes, I’ll take Poppy up on her offer.
I must have done something right today, because Ollie barely wakes as I carry him from the restaurant to the family house and then arrange him under a blanket on the sofa.
He’s still sleeping when Dylan does the same with Izzy on the opposite couch.
Poppy gives me a reassuring smile as she ushers Daisy and me out the back door with a gentle but determined push.
“Have a good night,” she says with a goofy grin as she firmly shuts the door on us.
Then we’re out on the porch, just the two of us, with the entire night to ourselves. And if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s to take the wins when they come.
Daisy bolts from my truck to the front door.
I chase her, heart racing, loving the way her dress flutters around her legs and her skin gleams in the moonlight.
I give her a minute to get the door open, but as soon as we’re inside, I spin her around and kick the door closed.
My mouth is on her before she has a chance to switch on a light.
This fucking dress has tormented me all night, her butterscotch hair swept up like that and the smooth length of her back on display.
Spinning her again and putting her ass to me, I pin her wrist against the wall over her head.
I dust kisses along her neck, fingertips brushing the dip of her spine, then curling round her hip, and I smile against her shoulder as her skin erupts in goose bumps.
“I’ve been imagining this for hours,” I murmur, the words pushing her into a full-body shiver. I pull the delicate ribbons at her neck, and her dress falls to the floor, a puddle of lavender silk around her ankles. It leaves her naked. Fucking naked.
“You aren’t wearing any underwear,” I growl as I flick my tongue over her earlobe.
“No,” she agrees in a shaky whisper.
“Have you been bare under this dress all day?”
“Yes,” she pants. “All day and all night.”
I groan and rest my head against her shoulder, dick throbbing at the visions she’s put in my head, wishing I’d known this earlier and so fucking thankful I didn’t.
“You’re going to kill me, Darlin’. I don’t know whether to punish you or praise you.”
She looks back at me, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “Why not do both?”
“Good girl,” I murmur as I guide her to step out of the dress and spread her legs. I smack her ass hard enough to make her gasp, then rub my palm over the red handprint before I fall to my knees.
The moment my tongue touches her pussy, I moan at the taste of her. How many nights did I dream of this? How many mornings did I wake up believing I’d never have her again? She’s soaked and sweet, and I lick and suck until her thighs are trembling and my mustache is drenched with her orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” she gasps, bracing herself against the wall.
Grinning, I climb to my feet, then slide my hand around her neck to feel the satisfying throb of her speeding pulse. “No, Darlin’. It’s just me.”
I lean over, set my mouth to her ear, and skate a hand up her side, following the curve of her ribs to the swell of her breast, cupping and tugging on one furled nipple.
“Do we finish this here?” I whisper. “Or in the bedroom?”
“Here,” she replies breathlessly. “Now.”
I set a hand between her shoulder blades, thumb sweeping through the sheen of sweat as I fold her forward, and she sets her hands flat against the wall.
I step closer, my throbbing dick tenting my linen pants.
I make sure she feels it between her ass cheeks, and she moans, lifting her hips higher and putting her swollen pussy on display.
A line of perspiration breaks out on my brow and my balls tighten. “That’s it. Spread your legs for me, Darlin’.” I swipe my fingers through her wetness. “Never let me forget how pretty you are.”
I strip off my shirt and pull a rubber from my pocket before tearing at my waistband.
Then I slide my trousers and underwear down my legs.
I give my cock a single stroke, roll on the condom, then line up with her entrance.
She’s wet and pulsing, and I set a hand on her shoulder to keep her anchored.
I slide home in one smooth, easy thrust. Daisy gasps and groans, her hips beginning to rock. I snake my other hand around to massage her clit. She grinds against me, and I move my grip from her shoulder to her hip to keep her hard against me, my cock seated as deep as I can go.
“Fuck, this is everything,” I grunt. “You’re everything. This pussy is everything. How the fuck did I ever think I could live without you?”
“I—don’t—know,” she says, body jerking with the smack of my thighs against her ass. “I needed this, Beau. I need you.”
Her pussy is tight and hot around me, and I slam her onto my dick over and over. I watch the wet mess between us, mesmerized by the slippery suck of her pussy as I disappear inside her, heat and pressure coiling at the base of my spine.
“I love you,” I tell her, out of my mind with pleasure and adoration. “I love you, Darlin’. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she says between breaths.
As she starts to flutter around me, I moan and fold over, wrap an arm around her waist, and piston into her like a fucking madman.
She cries out when her orgasm arrives, and as her body contracts, I let myself fall over the edge with her, spilling and thrusting and losing my mind with how fucking perfect this feels.
I come down from the high with my mouth on her back, raining kisses across the damp curve of her neck, before carefully extracting myself. “You okay, Darlin’?”