Before our food arrives, both men drain a beer each. I quickly down my pineapple juice as the waitress brings refills for all of us. She's friendly and very flirty with both Beau and Brian, but neither men react. Beau steals a few steak fries from my plate, dredging them through the ketchup on his plate. I snag an onion ring from his as revenge.
Dinner is fun and easy. I don't think either man grasps what a big deal it is for me to be there with them. This is what I've been missing for years, and I don't ever want to go back to how it was before meeting the both of them. It would definitely be harder now, knowing what I'd be missing.
When I look around, I see a few people openly looking at our table. As the food disappears, their conversation grows more active and louder, drawing the attention of the surrounding tables.
I stay quiet, mostly content to listen as the two men reminisce about their childhood. They both attempt to include me often, but I find I just don't have much to share in the way of happy memories. The ones before my mother passed would only make me sad, and the ones after aren't worth the thought. Rita was a true bright spot in my life, but her loss feels too fresh to talk about in casual conversation.
As the evening progresses, Beau finds little ways to include me. He picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles or rests our intertwined hands on the table top. They are all small gestures to remind me that I am not being ignored, though I don’t actively participate.
“I think it's time we get going," Brian finally comments as he raises his arm to the waitress. She heads over quickly, and he asks, "Can we get the check, please?"
"Oh sure," her smile falters. She turns away and walks over to the register with a little less pep in her step. When she returns, her smile is back in place as she places the bill down near Brian. He snatches it up before Beau can reach for it.
"Next time," Beau says, standing up. He pulls the back of my chair out, prompting me to stand. Our coats are draped over the backs of our chairs. He again helps me into mine before putting on his own.
By the amount of bills left on the table, it appears Brian has left a sizable tip for the young woman. We part ways outside of the pub.
Brian reminds Beau that he'll be gone a few days, “A week at most.” He asks Beau to keep him updated on the situation here.
The big man takes me by surprise by wrapping me in a big bear hug, then whispering, "Stay safe."
Chapter 23
Walking up to the entry door of my building, I wonder if everyone falls so hard, so fast. Are my feelings for Beau this intense because he's the first person I've let myself care for in such a long time? The first person I’ve been so intimate with? All my relationship, including my friendships, have been at arm's length compared to what I am experiencing now. Am I moving too fast?
I'm not sure of the answer. Maybe I'll talk to Jess tomorrow. She and Tim moved pretty fast. They didn’t have the addition of a stalker and murderer forcing them into cohabitation, but I could really use an outside opinion. I’m already considering giving him a set of keys, so he can come and go as he pleases. Will that scare him away? He seems perfectly content with the way things are now. I don't want to screw things up. Maybe I'll suggest it for practical purposes since that is why I first began considering it.
I pull the keys from my pocket to unlock the door, but Beau gently takes them from my hand and opens the door himself. He hands the keys back to me, holding the door open for me to enter.
"Thank you," I mutter, tucking the keys back into my purse.
"I was just thinking about having some of my stuff sent over here. Do they leave boxes at the door that won't fit through the slots?" he asks, lingering at the bottom of the stairs and looking at the lower door.
"Actually, I've never gotten a package here. I just have everything sent to the store. That's where all my mail gets delivered. I'm not sure."
"I'm gonna check something," he says, sounding completely distracted from the topic. I don't know if he even heard my answer. He strides to the door beneath mine and knocks loudly. No one answers, but I swear I hear shuffling. Beau's head tilts, reaffirming my suspicions. "I think there's someone in there," he states and raps again, harder this time. "Hello, anyone home?" He asks loudly.
When no response comes, he shrugs and walks back up with me near the bottom of the stairs.
"Weird. I was sure I heard someone."
"Maybe they're in their pjs and don't want to answer the door to a huge guy banging on it."
"Hey, everybody wants me to bang on their door," Beau says, making an innuendo of my phrasing. I roll my eyes and run up the stairs. He's fast behind me, taunting, "You'd always answer when I come a knocking, right Sweets?" He chuckles and grabs my hips and thrusts us together in an overtly exaggerated manner.
I laugh and slap his hands away while trying to open the door,
"Stop it," I say through giggles.
"Not until you answer me," he starts to tickle my sides. I'm trying to protect my sides from his fingers by wiggling away from him. My back hits the door, and he's in front of me.
Our eyes lock, the hands that were playful moments ago slowly caress up my sides. My laughter dies as Beau’s head dips, and he seals his mouth to mine. The kiss is purposeful, hot, and masterful, like he’s known my lips for a lifetime. His hard body presses me against the door as he surrounds me with his body.
His hand travels down my thighs and hooks under my knee. My thoughts scatter. He moves his mouth down to my throat. His hand hoists my thigh to settle around his hip. I lose my balance, making a little noise between pants, my head thrown back. He grabs my other leg, wrapping it around him as well. His hand circles my ass, grabbing firmly as he grinds forward, holding me tight to him. I can’t believe he is carrying me.
"Inside," he drawls, and I nod, thinking he's referring to me. He takes me in one hand, and I squeal, thinking I will fall, but he braces me against the door and takes the keys from my grasp.
"Oh," I say, releasing them from my grasp. "I was thinking inside..." I trail off, my cheeks heat with a blush.
"Believe me, that's what I meant, just not in the hallway," Beau says, looking into my eyes, erasing my embarrassment and leaving only desire in its wake.
The door unlocks, but he hasn't taken his eyes off me. He turns the knob, and the door swings open. My entire weight is held in his palm for a few seconds, and the thought is oddly thrilling. I can’t hold onto the thought long as I'm still pressed impossibly close to him with my legs wound around his hips. My pelvis thrusts against his groin.
Beau walks forward, letting me slide down the length of his body as my feet touch the ground. I walk backwards into the room, dizzy and holding onto him for security. He kicks the door shut.
I reach forward and lock it from habit, and he takes the opportunity to press our lips together again. He slowly opens my coat, slipping it from my shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. He traces his fingers down my arm and raises them up high above my head.
“Stay just like that, Sweets,” he murmurs. His fingers trail down my chest and over my breast, finding the hem of the clingy shirt and lifting up. I can feel the gentle pull of the fabric over my skin as he slides it up then off me. He makes an appreciative noise, taking in my strappy pink bra. His fingertips follow the lines of the straps over the top of my breasts and dip low to the center where a small jewel hangs. "I imagined how this would look on you, but my mind didn't do you nearly enough justice." He caresses me over the cups, his thumbs seeking the hardened tips of my nipples and pressing on them in a circular motion.
He stands back, removing his own jacket and kicking off his shoes and socks. His shirt goes next, his hand reaching behind his head and tugging the fabric up. His long hair is mussed by the time the material hits the floor.
We take each other in. I'm shocked I don't feel any inclination to cover up or hide from the man standing before me. His eyes alight, telling me that I have no reason to hide from his gaze.
His body also seems to a
ppreciate the view as well, if the sizable bulge in his pants is any indication. I feel sexy and worthy, and he's the only man that's comes close to making that happen. I slink up to him, bringing my hand to rest on his wide chest. I draw a line down him, his body moving in an inhale against my touch. I wrap my arms around him in a gentle embrace. Going up on tiptoes to grace his neck with kisses, I follow the line of his clavicle down his shoulder. His hands flatten on my head, and he reaches one back to tug out the elastic, letting my long hair free. He does something I'd never think a man could understand to do, he rubs my scalp where my hair was bound so tightly.
I melt by the sweetness of this simple act. I moan loudly, and I can’t find it in me to care about how I sound. My hands venture down to his waist to unbutton his jeans. I push my fingers down past the band and across the lovely lines that frame his groin, further past his hips and then finally down his muscled ass. My hands dip to push the denim from his body, taking his boxers with them. I bend to ensure they pass his thick thighs. The fabric pools at his feet.
He steps out of them, advancing toward me. Beau's removal of my pants is a slow seduction. He kneels, kissing the soft skin under my belly button as he slides his thumb along the sensitive skin of my abdomen to unbutton my jeans. He slowly unzips them, looking up at me with a heated gaze. His hand slides in my panties, pulling my jeans and panties down as he goes. With every inch he reveals, his lips follow, making me feel precious. He places my hand on his shoulder then lifts each foot individually, having me step out. He rewards my action with a kiss behind my knees.
Beau stands and walks around me, unhooking my bra with ease. I put my arms forward, allowing it to fall off me. No words are spoken as he takes my hand and guides me to the bed. The blankets are tossed back. He sits me on the edge, standing before me.
I lean forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on his tip, letting my tongue explore the slit.
Beau fists my hair, pulling me back, "God your mouth." He groans, "I can't. I need to be inside you. If you get your mouth on me, I'll never last." He hisses. My tongue peeks out giving him one last lick.
"In bed!" he grates, releasing my tresses and stepping back out of range. His eyes track me as I place my hands next to my hips and scoot back. When I've reached the middle, I turn and lay my head down on the pillows facing him.
He climbs in after me, over me. His hair falls forward, creating shadows over his face. The dim lights from the street highlight his broad, heavenly mouth. His eyes look black as shadows surround his face. I peer up at him, reminded of the many times I searched for his expressions when veiled by his cap.
His knees drop between my legs. I part them wider to accommodate his hips. He leans over, taking my mouth once again. Nothing exists in this moment beyond Beau and me. The world ends past my bed. There is nothing but my love for him and the passion we feel for each other.
My hands run over his back and shoulders while we kiss, taking in each other’s breath. His lips leave mine, and I groan at the loss. He kisses the line of my neck down to my breast, worshipping me with every lick and bite. His hands move further down my body, underneath the arch of my back. He lifts me further, bringing our bodies flush together. I moan, throwing a leg up over his hip, putting pressure on his ass to bring his pelvis in line with mine.
He reaches between my legs and feels how ready I am for him. He makes a sound that I want to hear everyday, for all my life. It's a rumbling sigh that feels like a physical caress. His fingers circle my clit, and my back arches, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. The two sensations leave me panting. His finger enters me. It’s both parts relief and torture. I want more.
My lower stomach tightens, and my toes curl into the mattress. Beau ignites a flame in my blood as his finger presses further into me, stroking me softly. My heart rate triples as he changes the pace of his fingering, increasing the sweet tender strokes to something more forceful and intense.
I cry out, begging him not to stop as I reach my peak. My fingers curl in his hair, holding his head to my breast as I'm falling apart, undone from his touch alone. He captures my final mewling, as he stretches up to bring his mouth back to mine.
Beau breathes heavily as I spasm around his finger. I feel him tremble where our bodies align. My hands move down his back to his butt, and I pull him even closer. “Beau,” I bite his lower lip, encouraging him to take the next steps. He slips his finger from me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Shhh, baby. I got you. I’ll give you what you need,” he says as he guides himself inside me. I tense momentarily when his tip enters me. There's a slight pinch as he fills me, but it does nothing to dispel the overwhelming need I feel for him.
"Christ," he growls before pulling out then easing back in slower. He runs his fingers along my opening, collecting my wetness and stroking himself to ease his entrance.
He slides in and out. Going deeper, he waits for my body to accommodate his. My low moans and whimpers, telling him exactly how much I love what he’s doing. He continues going as slow as I need until his hips finally caress mine; he's fully seated in me. He stills, taking in the sensation. I watch as a range of expressions cross his face. His jaw is tight, eyes closed, his brow pinched like he’s struggling.
"Are you okay?" I ask, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"God, baby yes, I'm better than okay. I'm perfect. You feel perfect." He vows, and it eases me. I relax further under him. My muscles loosen, and he takes that as a sign of my readiness, moving in slow increments within me.
"Holy fuck!" he curses, dropping his head to my neck and cradling my nape, sealing our bodies as close as possible. I wrap my ankles around his calves. He pushes deeper.
We both moan. Beau pulls almost all the way out and drives back in.
He lifts, placing his palms on the bed next to my head to brace himself in order to thrust harder with his chest over me. I lift up and use my mouth on what skin I'm able to reach.
"Sweets, I want you on top. I want you to ride me until you come again," he pants while thrusting into me, his brows still pinched from holding back. His shoulders tense as his jaw tightens, and the muscles of his stomach bunch as rolls his hips.
I want him to experience the same pleasure I am feeling. Agreeing to his request, I say, "Whatever you need."
Beau raises to his knees and pumps into me a few more times while holding my legs wide for him.
“So good," he mumbles, then reaches his arms under me and lifts, sitting me in his lap with my legs out behind him. "Put your feet here," he positions them where he wants, my heels flat on the mattress. "God yeah, just like that. Now lift up, Sweets."
"Ah," I gasp, feeling my muscles squeeze him as I lift up, his hands guiding the movement of my hips. He pulls me back down as his hips rock up, making him sink deeper inside me. My head falls back in ecstasy. "More," I plead and start lifting and falling on my own at a steady rhythm built on instinct alone.
It doesn't take long before my legs are shaky from the foreign strain on my muscles. I start to fall back to my knees, and Beau lays back, allowing me to rest against him. He pulls me down. My hips circle, rising and falling again while seated much more comfortably against him. I'm able to take the lead, the sounds of his pleasure encouraging me.
His hands cup my breasts; he gazes up at me uttering, "So beautiful." He places one hand on my hip to steady me as he starts to thrust upward. My hands cover each of his hands, keeping them on my body. All these sensations are overwhelming me. As he continues to tease my nipple, I move my hand between us and spread my pointer and middle fingers wide, so I can feel him entering me.
His hand on my hips squeezes. He lifts me, bringing me up and down at a faster pace, letting me know what he wants. I rise and fall, guided by his hand. Leaning forward, I brace my free hand on his chest, bringing my clit in contact with my palm, amplifying my pleasure. I keep him deep inside me as I grind and rock against him.
"God damn, baby. I love how you're taking what you need," Bea
u's voice is deep and low as he watches me take him. He grabs the hair at the base of my neck and tugs rougher than he has before, but the sting is welcome. My neck and back arch. My body slackens above him as I am awash in a glow, caught up the bliss of the moment.
Beau takes advantage of my lapse, rolling us over and once again taking me. He takes over, no more of the slow sweet pushes. The change of power is exhilarating. He thrusts harder, finally accepting I can handle the rough pace, lost to his pleasure. It's exactly what I need.
My old bed creaks and moans with us.
"I need you to come," he grates with intensity. “Come,” he demands, and my body listens to his impassioned words. I moan his name.
Beau's rhythm becomes erratic. He buries himself deep inside me and swivels his hips as my inner muscles milk him.
He drops his weight down on top of me. His face falls to my neck. I wrap my hands around his back and cradle him to me.
We breathe heavily. I can feel the dampness of sweat where our bodies connect. My lust-filled brain begins to process every touch and caress. Nothing I could have imagined would have lived up to how he makes me feel.
"Wow," I husk. "That's what I've been missing?" I ask incredulously. Beau doesn't lift his head, but his hand pinches my nipple in punishment.
"No Samantha. Only I can make you feel like that." I believe him. He rolls to his back, tugging me close, placing his arm under my head.
I snuggle in deeper, getting comfy, "I'm going to lose myself in you." Beau sighs like it’s a good thing. I wonder if he realizes that I've been lost for far longer than I'm willing to admit aloud or to myself.
With my naked body pressed against his, my breathing slows, and my skin cools. I shiver, and Beau yanks the corner of my comforter up to cover me.
I sleep in his embrace.
Chapter 24
I wake overheated and move to kick the comforter off me. The tackiness between my thighs reminds that we didn't use a condom the night before. I move slowly to the shower, and a few of my muscles protest. I’m a little sore and achy but in a good way. I shower, the heat easing me. Beau walks in as I am sliding my soap between my thighs. He casually does his business, peeing unabashedly, rinsing his hands and exiting. He’s still half asleep.
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