Chapter Nine
Jolene
" W hat do you need to know about what happened tonight?” I whisper as I fight off my anxiety and the reflex to build my walls back up.
I don't know how he disarms me so easily, but he does. Maybe it's how open he's being right now, or the panic I could hear in his voice when he talked about seeing me in the middle of the fight. Either way, I can't hold back from him for another second.
"What the fuck happened tonight?"
"Honestly, I don't know how it got started." I blow out a breath as I try to remember what went down.
I'm usually a lot more self-aware in situations like tonight, but I was having too much fun.
In the back of my mind, I knew Beau was there and wouldn't let anything happen, which is fucking wild to admit.
Other than Thatcher and Boomer, I've never trusted a man with my safety, but I know deep down that I can trust Beau.
"Take your time," he soothes as he brushes a stray strand of hair out of my face.
I'm still flush against his body, and it would be so damn easy to melt into him instead of having this conversation.
Tonight, I didn't do anything that would give away my extracurricular activities, but I did publicly showcase more of my skill set than I ever intended. I don't like lying, so I suppose I'll have to tell some of my truths, which I wasn't necessarily planning on giving to Beau.
"I already know you're a badass. Well, I guess I got confirmation of that tonight, but Thatcher gave me a heads-up.”
"Ugh, what a fucking gossip," I grumble as I lay my forehead on his chest.
"I honestly think he was more concerned you'd kick my ass, and he didn't want you to get a charge for assaulting an officer on your record." Beau’s rich laugh rumbles through his chest and sends tingles to all of the right places.
Thatcher knows I wouldn't even think about going near a cop, but maybe he can see the pull between Beau and me that neither of us seems to be able to fight.
My head is still on Beau's chest when I decide I may as well get this over with. If he was going to go running scared, I highly doubt I'd be curled on top of him right now.
"Like I said, I really don't know how it started. I just remember getting shoved hard in the back, and when I turned to give the person a piece of my mind, I had to duck to dodge a fist. It wasn't aimed towards me, but too many drunk idiots were fighting at that point, so I had to duck.
"Anyways, I had no intention of joining in until I saw Sammie take a hit and then drop to the ground. She was fine physically, but mentally she checked out. I was trying to get her up when I got knocked over. I knew the best way to protect her was to make sure nobody else got close.
"It was almost boring. It was so easy to take out the drunk assholes surrounding me. The only reason the one guy even connected was because I heard Sammie's startled scream from behind me and lost my focus for a minute. At least I saw it soon enough, so it ended up only being a glancing blow.
"The next thing I knew, I was down to two dumb drunks and you were sneaking up behind one of them. You know the rest of the story from there."
"Catching sight of you in the middle of that shit show 'bout stopped my damn heart. But seeing you move like that, Joey girl, was sexy as fuck."
My eyes go wide as I prop myself up on my elbows so I can look at Beau.
If I had any doubt his words were just fluff, it's demolished when he grabs my hips and grinds his thick cock up into my center, his eyes filled with lust. I whimper, which shocks me even more than him being turned on by my skills.
I don't whimper.
Sex has always just been “meh” for me. I've never been able to give up enough control to really enjoy myself, but something about Beau makes all of my walls come crashing down.
Unable to stare into his eyes any longer, I bury my face under his chin. Beau winds a hand through my hair as his other squeezes my ass, pinning me in place as he continues to roll his hips. His scruff feels like heaven as his lips and teeth tease my neck.
Beau is slowly overwhelming my senses with one kiss, one touch of his hand, and his breath surrounding me. At some point, my mind concedes control and my body takes over. My hips match Beau's rhythm, but it's agonizingly slow and there’s not enough friction where I need it most.
Feeling frustrated, I hook my leg and arm around Beau. I roll fast, flipping our positions so that I’m pinned under his large frame and his cock lines up perfectly with my pussy.
Beau's only response is a grunt of approval as he continues to ravish my body.
Who the fuck knew things could feel this good while still wearing all of my clothes. This is the best sex of my life, and we haven't even gotten to any of the good parts.
Needing to move things along before I completely combust into a useless pile of sated woman, I grab the hem of Beau's shirt and tug it. He helps me guide it off, then goes straight back to licking and nipping from my neck down to my cleavage.
I gasp when he tugs down my shirt and bra cup, latches his lips on my nipple, and sucks hard. "Holy shit, Beau."
He tries tugging down the other side, but it's too tight. He growls in frustration that matches my own. Leaning forward, I grab my bra and top, and rip them over my head. I'm leaning up to pull Beau's lips back to mine when he stills.
"What the fuck, Jo? Who. Did. This?" he grits out, anger rolling off him in waves as his fingers run over my bruised ribs.
I groan as I roll my eyes, which only seems to ratchet up his anger.
"Calm down, tiger. I did it."
"Jolene, this looks fucking awful. How did you do this?" His eyes narrow in suspicion as they bounce from my ribs to the cut that's barely noticeable, thanks to Rieka and Kenina.
"I took a tumble off of Rogue." I shrug as I try to look innocent. I'm not sure if I pull it off, though.
Whether he believes me or not, I'm starting to feel really uncomfortable with Beau straddling me and my boobs hanging out. He hasn't even spared them a glance.
I slide my arms across my chest to cover myself but am stopped by Beau's strong hands on my wrists.
"Don't fucking hide from me, Joey girl." His eyes heat, and his nostrils flare as he finally takes in my exposed breasts. "I've been waiting a goddamn year to get you like this. You will not deny me now."
"Umm, excuse you?" Now, I'm getting irritated with him.
"You heard me." Beau raises my arms above my head, pinning them against the floor, a cocky-as-fuck smirk on his face.
"Oh, Beau." I smile sweetly at him. "What ever gave you the impression you're the one in charge here?"
He senses my intentions, and we both move at the same time. Beau fights to keep me where I'm at while I fight to gain the upper hand. We're panting as we roll across the floor.
Beau grunts, and I hear a thump but don't have time to see what we've hit.
While we struggled for dominance, we got flipped around, and my head is now near his crotch.
His hard cock brushes against my cheek as we continue to fight.
I'm about to make my move when pleasure shoots from my core.
My skirt is up around my waist, having slid while we fought, exposing my lacy cheek underwear that Beau has pulled to the side.
His tongue stabs my center, then slides up to stroke my throbbing clit.
"Fuuuuck." I groan as shivers race through my body.
Hot damn, if I had known Beau was this good with his tongue, I'd never have waited this long to get to this point.
My hips roll of their own accord as Beau works my pussy over. Not wanting to be outdone, I palm Beau's dick through his jeans. His groan vibrates through my center, making me squirm, as a moan slips through my lips.
Fighting to focus, I manage to pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. To my surprise, Beau's cock springs free of its confines, a bead of pre-cum leaking from it, and I marvel at his size.
Leaning forward, I lap his head like a lollipop.
His thighs flex under my palms as I try to bring him an ounce of the pleasure he's pulling from my body.
I'm dying to sink down on him and feel him stretch my throat, but teasing him is fun as fuck.
That is, until he pulls his lips free and smacks my pussy, making me yelp.
It shocks the fuck out of me at first, but I instantly get wetter, which I didn't even think was possible.
I look over my shoulder but don't get a word out.
"Quit fucking playing with me. Open that pretty little mouth and take my dick like the naughty girl you are. You hear me, Joey? I want you choking on my cock while you release and your cum fills my mouth."
My eyes widen as I pant at his words.
Fucking pant.
What in the ever-loving fuck is happening right now?
I'm still stunned when another sharp slap to my center startles me into action.
"You want me to swallow you down, Beau? Well, fine. But you should be careful what you wish for."
I dive on his cock with more enthusiasm than I've ever had in my life. Beau repositioned me so that I'm straddling his face, which gives him better access to my pussy, but also better access for me to take his hard length into my mouth.
I start out slow yet have no choice but to pick up my pace when Beau's hand slides into my hair, grasping it, as his hips thrust up hard.
I gag, unprepared for him to be this rough.
On his next thrust, I relax my throat as best as I can and hum in approval when he slides right past my gag reflex.
I use my hand to roll his balls through my fingers, which makes his muscles twitch.
I'm so lost in pleasuring Beau that I don't even notice I'm about to detonate. My legs quiver as his tongue rolls across them, and my movements stutter when Beau shoves his fingers into my center as his mouth latches around my clit.
It's almost too much but not enough at the same time. I'm stuck in this limbo of feeling so fucking good but needing just a bit more to freefall into my release.