Chapter 46 The Best Part
Chapter forty-six
The Best Part
Jo
My heart thumps in my chest as I walk to Beau's front door. I didn't plan on coming back here this evening, but I realized I left some things in his bedroom. I figure I should get them before he sets them on fire or something.
I do not want to go through that again.
I hold up my hand to knock, but before I can, the door swings open. Beau stands there looking at me. I try to read the expression on his face, but I'm not able to until he starts smiling.
Okay, what's his game?
"Oh, uh, hi,” I stammer.
"Hey, I was just coming to find you.”
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was going to come sooner, but I figured I should shower first. I was pretty gross from work.”
He steps out of the way, so l can walk inside.
"I just came over to get some stuff that I left here," I say while nervously rocking back and forth on my heels "I'm sure you don't want it hanging around."
"Why would I not want your stuff here?" He looks genuinely confused.
"Well, l assume you don't want all my stuff taking up your space. Usually, when two people break up, everyone takes their stuff back."
"Who said anything about us breaking up?"
Now, it's my turn to be confused. "I mean, this whole thing is over, right?"
"What? Why would this be over? Do you want it to be over?”
"No, but we had a fight, and-"
He stops me while sitting on the couch and gesturing for me to join him.
"Yes, Jo. We had a fight. And guess what? We are probably going to have a lot more. It's part of being in a real relationship. Knowing the two of us, we will probably have some crazy ones. That’s okay. As long as we talk through it and try to work through it in a healthy way, we will be fine.”
“Really?”
“Really. Anyone who says they don’t fight with their significant other is probably lying—or they don’t have a real relationship.”
What he is saying makes sense in theory, but of course, my messed up brain is having a hard time understanding. “But last night, you were mad and didn’t want to have sex.”
He interrupts me again. “Sweetheart, I’m a guy. I always want to have sex, but I thought you and I were having an important conversation that we needed to finish before either one of us got naked.”
“So, you don’t want to break up?” I question.
“Not even a little bit. And I want to say I’m sorry for how I acted last night. I know you didn’t do anything to intentionally make me upset.”
“I didn’t,” I say. “I just acted. That’s what I’ve always done.”
“I know, and I love that about you. It’s not like a tiger can change its stripes, but I need you to also understand that I’m not going to stop worrying about you. Those are my stripes I can’t change.”
“I guess I get that,” I say in a low voice.
“Maybe I seem overly cautious, but I have my reasons.”
I think maybe he’s not going to elaborate because of how long he stays quiet.
Finally, he speaks again. “My brother, Brian, died because he was out joyriding with some friends. It was a one in a million type of situation, but if they had been going even ten miles slower, it may have been a different outcome.”
Tears prick my eyes as his worrying makes far more sense. “I didn’t know.”
“I know. I probably should have told you sooner, but it isn’t something that I like talking about. Brian was always the life of the party, but it eventually caught up with him. I don’t want that to ever happen to you.”
His voice gets caught in his throat as he utters the last words. I scoot a little closer to him and set my hand on his knee, silently letting him know I’m here for him.
“Beau, I understand why you worry, and I’m so sorry that happened to Brian, but you can’t make me live in a bubble. I would suffocate and die. Literally.”
He laughs. “I know. I won’t try to keep you in a bubble. I promise.”
“And I will try to be more careful. A little more careful.”
He takes my hand in his. “That’s all I ask.” With a sexy smile he adds, “Do you know what the absolute best part of having a fight is?”
“What?”
“The make-up sex.”
Before I can say a single word, he pulls me toward him until our mouths crash together. The kiss is so frenzied and passionate—like we desperately need the other one to breathe.
Earlier today, I was bummed out, thinking I wasn’t going to get to kiss Beau anymore. Yet here we are. Maybe I should stop being so damn dramatic and start fighting a little harder if I want us to keep kissing like this.
I want more.
I need more.
Not wanting to take the time to get to the bedroom, I pull him down to the floor. It’s awkward and clumsy, and when he lands on top of me, we both start laughing.
He smiles down at me. “Right here?”
“Seems like as good of a place as any,” I say before grabbing his collar and yanking him toward me to kiss him again.
This time, my hands waste no time in pulling his shirt over his head and then moving on to his jeans. I unbutton them and pull them down far enough to reach inside and stroke his cock.
He lets out a loud groan against my mouth before his lips move lower, trailing along my jaw and then my neck.
When he gets to my chest, he pulls my shirt over my head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
My back arches off the floor, as I push further against him.
Every flick of his tongue has my clit pulsing with need.
He moves back and forth between my breasts, making sure each of them gets equal attention.
Finally, I can’t take anymore. “I need you, Beau. I need you to fuck me.”
Leaving me for a brief moment, he reaches into the drawer in the end table and pulls out a box of condoms. Ripping one open, he kicks off his jeans and rolls it on. While he’s doing that, I get out of my own pants and anxiously wait for what comes next.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. Seconds later, he pushes into me.
“Fuck!” I cry at the wave of pleasure that spreads throughout my body from head to toe. I wrap my arms around him, moaning as our bodies move in harmony.
Just when we get in a good rhythm, he pulls out. I’m left empty and unsatisfied—or at least I am until he moves down my body and his mouth is on my pussy. I probably should have shaved today, but I didn’t realize this was going to be happening, and honestly, Beau doesn’t seem to mind.
His tongue expertly licks my clit, teasing me by changing things up but still pushing me closer to release. I try to stay still while focusing on how good it feels.
I lose my fucking mind when he slips two fingers inside to rub against my g-spot while he continues tonguing my clit. It doesn’t take long before the heat building in my core explodes and spreads throughout my limbs.
When I’m too sensitive to take any more, he sits up and says, “Fuck, I love the way you taste.”
He goes to get back on top of me, but I have another idea. Instead, I flip him onto his back.
“My turn.”