Chapter Nineteen
Beau
" J oey girl, get your fine ass out here. We're gonna be late—" I stop in the middle of the living room when a ripped dude with water running down his chest makes his way into the room in nothing but a towel. "Who the fuck are you?"
Dude gets a shit-eating grin on his face before he walks across the room and stretches his hand out for me to shake.
I glare at him, my hand dangerously close to my pistol.
The jackass has the audacity to laugh, hand still outstretched, tempting me once more to grab my gun and shoot him for being in Jo's house.
"Hey, pretty boy, you think we have time for a quickie befo— Oof." Jo slams into my back. At least I know she wasn't home with the toweled intruder. "What the hell, Beau?"
Before I can reply, the beefcake in front of me clears his throat. Jolene looks around me, pushes me out of the way, then makes her way towards the man now standing in front of her with arms open.
I'm going to be seriously pissed if she hugs him right now.
Jo acts as if she's going to return his hug but ends up jabbing him in the ribs at the last second, knocking the breath from his lungs. I can't help the smile that pulls across my face. I can only assume this is Boomer. It serves him right for showing up like this, though.
"You jackass. Why the fuck are you in my house, in a towel, and taunting Beau? Do you not see the gun on his hip?"
"Sure do. I also see the badge on his chest, so I figured I'm safe."
"Well, you know what they say about assuming," she snipes back, her hands on her hips as daggers shoot out of her eyes. "I sure as shit wouldn't make that bet with Beau where I'm concerned."
Stepping forward, I tug Jo back into my chest as I possessively wrap my arms around her. "Smart woman," I whisper in her ear before nipping it.
Jo pushes her ass back into my already hard dick as a whimper spills from her lips.
"Well, fuck me. I never thought I'd see the day Jolene DuVall fell for a man, but it's happening right in front of my eyes.
Sorry for putting on a little show. This one"—Boomer nods at Jo—"has told me all about you, but I couldn't wrap my head around it.
I've never met a woman more fiercely independent than Jo, but I see it now. I'm Boomer." He nods in my direction.
I nod back. "Beau Calhoun."
"Alright, now that the macho man match-up is over with … Boomer, go put some clothes on and head up to the inn for dinner. Mama and Nana will be thrilled you're here. Beau and I will be up in a bit."
"Sure ya will." Boomer gives her a noogie, which Jo diverts by twisting his nipple.
"Ouch, brat. Alright, I'll get out of your hair.
I only came to crash at your place because my room wasn't ready and I needed to clean up.
I'll see you guys up there in a bit." Boomer heads down the hall to put clothes on, Jo trailing behind him, giving him hell the whole way.
I don't leave the living room until he's done and out of the house. Not that I think he'll do anything or that he’s a threat to Jo. I know that if I follow my girl to her room, Boomer will be getting a show he didn't pay to hear.
Locking the door behind Boomer, I kick off my boots and hang up my duty belt. I can't fight the smile at the extra hook Jo hung up specifically for my shit. She's opened her heart and home to me, and I couldn't be happier about that.
"Joey girl, you better not have gotten started without me," I holler as I unbutton my shirt and make my way down the hall to her room.
"Move your ass and come find out."
"You looking for me to silence that sass, or are you gearing up for a fight? You know we don't have time for your games tonight—”
Stepping into the room, I find Jolene completely bare, legs spread, one hand fucking her perfect cunt while the other plays with the clamp on her nipple. I pause, lean on the doorframe, and take in the show for a minute.
“Fucking hell, Jolene," I murmur as I rub my hand across my jaw and admire the wetness leaking from her needy center as her fingers pick up pace.
Wishing we had more time to play, I make quick work of taking off my clothes and join Jolene on the bed. I lie beside her and stroke my throbbing cock while Jo continues to work her pussy. Leaning over, I suck her nipple—clamp and all—into my mouth, which pulls a moan from her.
"What I wouldn't give to really work you over, but we don't have time for that. How do you want me? You wanna lie there and be my little fuck toy, or you wanna ride my cock until you’re soaking me and the bed?"
"Mmm, Beau."
My teeth pull the chain of one nipple clamp while my fingers tug the other, distracting Jolene. But it’s not enough for either of us.
She pulled her fingers from her pussy to rub her clit while I was talking to her, so I slap her now bare cunt hard for her insolence and bury three fingers in her.
Her walls flutter around my fingers, and I know I can have her coming in seconds if I want.
Instead, I decide she doesn't deserve her release quite yet.
Crawling down the bed, I bury my shoulders between her spread legs and lower my head. I hum against her clit, then bite her fingers that are trying to sneak back into her aching center.
"This is my cunt, Joey girl. You will come when I damn well let you and not a second sooner. Don't you fucking forget it," I growl out before devouring my girl.
I'm anything but gentle as I eat her dripping pussy, sending her higher with every swipe of my tongue. I build her up over and over, always stopping just before she can tip over the edge.
"Fuck you, Beau Calhoun. Let me come," Jolene grits out as she fights her quivering body.
She's a mess and fucking miserable at this point, but winding her up is my favorite thing in the world.
I'm staring up at her when I see that fire flash in her eyes.
She's had enough and is ready to take her pleasure.
She's at her breaking point where she completely lets go.
It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.
In a moment, Jo has me on my back, arms above my head, as her legs straddle my face. The cool silk ropes that hold a permanent residence on her bed slide over my wrists as Jo strings me up, leaving me completely at her mercy. Little does she know this is my favorite way to have my girl.
"This might be your cunt”—she grinds down on my mouth as I desperately lap at her center—"but this is my mouth.
If you are going to tease me, I'm going to take it over.
" Jo lowers onto my face and does just that.
She grinds her pussy over my mouth, damn near suffocating me, but I love every second of it.
I fuck her with my tongue, bite her clit, and suck it into my mouth until she's screaming my name.
I'm about to explode and hope like hell she won't punish me for pushing her.
Good thing I know that coming on my tongue or fingers is never enough for my girl.
Even sated, she still needs my cock, which is damn near dying to be buried in her.
Jo slides down my body and slams her soaking pussy on my waiting dick. I'd give anything to have my hands free so I could grab her and fuck her the way I really want, but I'll take the show Jolene's putting on for me any day.
I plant my feet and meet her thrust for thrust until we're both shaking and coming together.
"Have I ever told you how hot your jealousy of Boomer is?" Jo mumbles into my neck. Her body, limp and sated, lies draped over mine. My cock is still inside her.
"A time or two."
"Huh, well, it's even better when I can see it unfold in person then have you fuck me the way you just did because of it. As if I need reminding whom I belong to. I'm yours in every way, Beau, just like you're mine."
"Not every way, but pretty damn close," I mumble before I can think about what I'm saying.
Jolene sits up, and I can't help but groan as her pussy pulses around my semi-hard cock she's still sitting on. She unloops the hooks around my arms before giving me her undivided attention. "What did you mean by that?"
"It was nothing, Joey girl. Don't worry about it."
"Tell. Me." Jo clenches her pussy around my dick, which is now fully hard again. She digs her fingernails into my chest, torturing me further.
"I just meant that I don't completely own you until you're wearing my ring. But we've never talked about that, and this isn't exactly the right time."
"Yes." Her eyes are bright.
Scooting up in bed while keeping us connected, I stare hopefully into Jolene's eyes.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'll marry you."
“Leave it to you to answer a question I never asked.” I try to act affronted, but the blinding smile is a dead giveaway of how happy she’s made me.
“Eh, we both know you would’ve gotten there eventually. I just saved you the trouble of working up to it.” She smiles wickedly at me.
Hearing those words come from her mouth makes something snap in me. I slam my lips on hers in a soul-claiming kiss as I start to thrust into her. It's messy, just like us, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This round is slow as we give ourselves to each other until we're falling apart together.
My eyes are locked on Jolene's, and I can't hold those words back any longer. "I love you so fucking much, Joey girl."
"I love you too, Beau." Her smile could light the darkest night sky.
Without breaking our connection, I carry Jolene to the shower, where I thoroughly clean us both up.
We're late as fuck to dinner, but there's no way I'm rushing after what we just shared.
Once we're done in the shower, we dress and make our way up to the B&B, where we find Nana, Lottie, and Boomer hanging out in rocking chairs on the back deck.
"Well, hello, daughter. So kind of you to grace us with your presence."
"Sorry, Lottie. We got hung up at the house. Totally my fault." I give Lottie my most charming smile and laugh when she blushes but still manages to roll her eyes at me.