Chapter 7
Beau
Willow Grove was playing its fate games with me—and I’d already lost.
My head spun as I thrust inside Noelle to the hilt, the two of us naked in my kitchen, Noelle moaning with her legs around my hips as we made a mess of the counter.
Her nails clawed at my back, sharp as all hell, and I kept looking at her, kept watching…
saw the rapture flicker across her blue eyes, her pink, parted lips.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her pussy fluttering. I rocked into her just slightly, wondering if it felt as good for her as it did for me. “I’m…”
No fucking way. No way was she coming just like that—no, Noelle Kinney would make me work for it.
“I’m coming,” she whispered, proving me wrong. “Oh fuck oh fuck…”
Her walls clamped down around me, and I felt it—every pulse, every ripple of heat and muscle dragging me deeper into her.
She came hard, and it hit me like a freight train.
I’d barely touched her—barely started—and already she was falling apart in my arms. I wanted to go with her, to let her pull me right into an orgasm of my own…
But I had to hold out.
Wanted to give her a good, good night.
“Jesus,” I breathed, wrapping one arm tighter around her back as I pressed my forehead to hers. “You’re makin’ me crazy.”
She laughed, a broken, breathy sound against my cheek. “You started it.”
Maybe I had…but I didn’t feel in control of any of it. Not with her.
“I didn’t think you’d come that fast,” I muttered, dragging my lips across her jaw. “Thought I’d have to work a little harder.”
“Sorry,” she said, catching her breath. She rolled her hips against me, ankles hooked at my lower back. “Just…oh fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
I buried my face in her neck, trying to calm down so I didn’t lose it right away like some horny teenager. But she was still so wet, still clenching around me…
…I could feel myself starting to slip.
“I’m not done,” I rasped, voice rough in her ear. “Not even close.”
Her legs tightened around me in answer. “Good.”
I kissed her again, deep, hungry, licking into her mouth like I was starved. Then I pulled out just far enough to thrust back in…slow, methodical.
Barely hangin’ on.
She moaned, grip tightening, and I was certain her nails drew blood. “Beau,” she gasped. Damn it, my name sounded damn good on her lips…and it just made it harder to resist spilling inside her right then and there. I groaned against her mouth, breathing her in like it might slow me down.
It didn’t.
She was everywhere…under my hands, around my cock, in my head.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
I pulled out, thrust back in. Noelle arched, her head knocking against the cabinets. She didn’t seem to care.
“Fuck,” she cursed. She fluttered around me…Jesus, she was gonna come again. I was so fucked, so thoroughly fucked. I kissed down her throat, tasting salt and sin and sugar…but I had to pull away just to look at her. She was so fucking beautiful, flushed and soft.
No sarcasm, no defenses, not right now.
Just Noelle, wide open and gasping for me.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect like this,” I groaned. Thrust…in…out. “Can’t believe…Jesus…can’t believe you let me have you.”
Her eyes snapped open, locking with mine.
“I wanted to,” she said, lips parted, eyes wild. “I wanted you the second I saw you.”
I couldn’t hold out any longer.
I needed to fuck her.
I increased my pace. Faster. Faster. She moved with me, clinging to me, keeping those blue eyes on mine. She was already unraveling, already coming again…her pussy felt so fucking good.
My rhythm stuttered, but I wanted so fucking badly to make her feel good that I somehow found it again. I buried myself inside her, fucked her like I meant it, like I didn’t want to come so much as I wanted to stay.
Noelle gasped like she didn’t know how to breathe without me inside her, hands scrambling for purchase—one tangled in my hair, the other in a white-knuckle grip on the edge of the counter.
When I slipped a hand between us and found her clit—when I circled it with just the right amount of pressure—her whole body arched.
“Fuck, Beau,” she shuddered. “Oh my God—fuck—”
“I’ve got you,” I said. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
And she did.
She came hard, head thrown back, lips parted, hips jerking. I watched it happen, felt it happen…felt the way she clenched and pulsed and made me feel like the center of her whole damn world. It pushed me right to the edge, and I buried my face in her neck.
“Tell me where,” I begged, barely holding on. “Please. Please, tell me where you want me.”
She turned her face, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. “Inside,” she breathed. “Please, come inside me.’
My heart stopped.
Then thundered.
I grabbed her hips and gave one more thrust, then my vision whited out as I came inside her, chanting her name like it was the only word I knew.
It hit hard as a lightning strike, like nothing had ever felt this good…
like nothing ever would again. I kissed her hard, snagging her lower lip between my teeth, Noelle hissing out a pleasured sigh.
And when it was over—when my pulse slowed, when I could finally breathe—I didn’t move. I just stayed there, inside her, forehead against hers.
Her fingers brushed my back in slow, lazy circles.
“I’m pretty sure we just overcooked the mac and cheese,” she murmured.
I huffed a laugh, still breathless. “Worth it.”
She smiled, eyes soft. “Yeah. Definitely worth it.”
I didn’t say it. Not yet. But I thought it.
You were worth the wait.