by Abbi Glines
The heat and simple knowledge he was coming inside me was intense. His release of pleasure in my body sent me spiraling further into that world of ecstasy. The one I wanted to live in.
Stone lowered his body over mine and his face buried in my neck. “Jesus, Beulah. I can’t do that again. But you make it so hard to pull away. I want to be inside you when I come. That is love, baby. Pure fucking love.”
I giggled and pressed my lips to his head. “When you let me leave this apartment again I will get birth control. It takes 30 days before it works though.”
He lifted slightly. “There’s a shot that works immediately. You need that. You’ll be pregnant in a month.”
Although he was teasing he was also serious.
“Okay. I’ll get the shot.”
He sighed. “Thank you.”
“I should check on the pasta,” I reminded him.
“Sorry I forgot,” he said moving off me. “Need me to get you a towel for between your legs?”
I stood up letting the T-shirt slide back over me. “No. I like how it feels.” I walked past him and went to check the fettuccini. After taking it off the stove and stirring it I looked up to find him watching me.
“It’s ready.”
“I won’t be able to eat thinking about my come dripping down your thighs.”
“Why not?”
He ran a hand through his hair and groaned. “You are going to kill me.”
Laughing, I grabbed plates from the cabinets and wondered if I should fear the future. Could I face losing him? Or should I enjoy the present and forget about the pain I might face one day.
“Beulah,” he said my name and I turned to him.
“You, are my fate.”
I stood there a moment and let that sink in. Then I realized I was wrong. Maybe there was something stronger than love.
Stone
I WATCHED HER CAR DRIVE away from the window of my apartment. When I’d woken up in the middle of the night with an ache for her I’d fought it off. She needed her rest. Keeping her home with me locked away from the world two days in a row was selfish. I had to find a way to go through the day without having her right there beside me. This was new for me, the constant yearning.
Gerry would fill her ears full of stories from her day out shopping before she forgot what year it was and began planning some event or a visit where dead people would be involved. Seeing her with Gerry had been the last straw for me. Fighting this thing that pulled me to her had been hard enough. Reminding myself that Jasper loved her and although I knew he’d never be able to be the man she deserved, I tried to be a good man. The kind that didn’t go after the woman his best friend loved.
Eventually, that didn’t matter. When your fate is made clear, you can’t run from it. It owns you. And you want it to. You fucking thank God for it.
Once her car was completely out of sight, I sighed and stepped away from the window. I had to get my head clear enough to focus on work. I also needed to plan how to deal with Jasper. This wasn’t something he needed to find out through our social network. Because I didn’t plan on hiding this. Beulah would be with me publically. I had a charity event that my father expected me to attend here in Savannah next weekend. Beulah would go with me. Jasper would know within hours. That is if he didn’t come himself.
I walked back to the kitchen and cleaned the cup I’d used for my coffee. I loaded the dishwasher with my cup and Beulah’s. Her scent was all over the place. As much as I loved it, the sweet lingering fragrance made it hard to think of anything else. She had work. I should work. Tonight, however, I’d take her on the balcony. Late. In the darkness. Covering her mouth so no one could hear her cries of pleasure.
Fuck, now I needed a cold shower. It was like I was fifteen again and the house cleaner my dad had hired was bouncing around in low cut tops and no bra in front of me daily. She had kept me in a constant state of arousal. I’d masturbated to the image of her tits for weeks, until she walked in and caught me. She went down on her knees and sucked me off that day. Shaking my head, I shoved that memory away. Hilda had become one of my stepmothers a few months later. Just more of my twisted childhood.
I was walking out of the kitchen when the front door swung open. “STONE!” Presley’s voice echoed through the apartment. Nothing could have gotten rid of my hard on any faster. Motherfucker, I wasn’t in the mood for this.
Rounding the corner, I found her there with black streaks of mascara running down her face as she sobbed dramatically. This was an act. I knew it just like I’d always known her fake displays of emotion. I watched her as she put her show into motion.
“He took my money. Stole from me! Then left!” she wailed.
I wasn’t surprised. The man was a con artist. I had tried to tell her that when she moved in with me the last time he had abandoned her. This time I wasn’t wasting my breath.
“Why are you barging into my home unannounced? I wasn’t aware I needed to change the locks. There’s a doorbell. Use it.” My tone was cold. Flat. Bored.
She paused a moment. Not prepared for that response. She had hoped for concern. Sympathy. And I wasn’t reacting the way she wanted. Her routine would need a last-minute adjustment. I could see it in her eyes as she quickly changed her course. “I know you warned me but I was hurt, Stone. You had that woman here. You know how I feel about you. And she was thrown in my face, where I lived. It hurt me. I wanted to feel loved and Wesley made me feel that way.”
They were a good pair. Presley and Wesley. They both used others for their benefit until they were finished with them. I had no time for this. I was used to being alone here. Now, this was Beulah’s home too. I wanted my life with her to be just that. With her. Presley couldn’t be a part of that. She wouldn’t want to.
“You’re grown. You have a job and can get a place of your own. You’re living here was temporary. Things have changed. It’s no longer an option for you to live here.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. “It’s almost eight and I need to get dressed for work. The next time you decide to enter my home without an invitation I will call the police.”
I didn’t give her time to react. To get angry. I walked past her. Opened the front door and held it open. “Goodbye, Presley.”
She didn’t move. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at me. When she didn’t get her way she often acted like an irate five-year-old. “You’re tossing me out?” her voice was incredulous.
“You left already. I never had to toss you.”
“You pushed me away. Over and over. I love you, but you won’t see that. You don’t care. You can’t love.” Her anger eased some. She was changing course. “We were good, Stone. You fucked me like I have never been fucked,” she dropped her voice to what she thought was a sexy tone. “I loved having your dick shoved down my throat. Making me gag. Pushing too far. Having your hot come on my tongue. I still taste it. Want it. I’m thirsty for it.” She was now closing in on me. As her hands reached to touch me, I grabbed them both and moved her back.
“Don’t touch me. It’s time for you to go.”
She wasn’t going to be easily convinced. “Don’t you want it? My mouth sucking hard on your dick. Like a lollipop on my lips. My fingers inside me pleasuring myself as I take all of you as far down my throat as I can—”
“You’re wasting my time. The answer is no. I don’t want my dick near any part of you. I’m sure there are thousands of men who do. Go find one.”
Fury was there in her eyes and I knew she was about to snap. At least we had come to the end of this ridiculous visit.
“It’s her, isn’t it? She’s still here! You’re fucking her! She’s white trash, Stone! Low class—”
I reached for her and grabbing her arm I physically moved her out of my apartment. This was for her safety. Hearing her speak about Beulah like that was pushing me to a place she’d never seen me and didn’t want to experience.
“Leave,” I commanded.
“Is it that good?” she spat at me. “It’ll get old. Her trashy roots can’t keep you happy. You like expensive things, Stone.”
“I’m closing this door and giving you three minutes to exit this building before I call the police to escort you out. Do I make myself clear?”
She threw her shoulders back like I had insulted her. Like she hadn’t entered my home without an invitation. I didn’t wait for her to open her mouth and say anything more.
The slam of the door was a relief. It was the end to that part of my life. The end to fixing my dad’s loose ends. His world was not mine.
Beulah
AFTER CLOSING GERALDINE’S BEDROOM DOOR quietly, I left her there to nap. We had worked out in her garden today. Part of the time, she’d been here in the present. The other part it had been 1953. She was tired from her outing yesterday and asked me to help her reorganize her closet. However, when we had gotten up there she’d decided she needed rest. Five minutes later, she was softly snoring.
There were dishes in the dishwasher I needed to unload and dusting in the parlor I was going to get to today. It had been hard not to think about Stone all day. His smile, his scowl, his voice when he was inside me. Shivering at the thought, I went to the kitchen and stood there a moment. Remembering how he’d bathed me last night. Then how we had made love gently at first as the water hit us from above. So quickly it had turned naughty. Wild. With my entire front pressed against the marble wall of the shower while he entered me, his body covering mine. Every time he slammed into me, my feet lifted from the floor. He’d growled in my ear with every thrust.
Before I could reach my climax, he would pull back. Bringing me there time and again, then letting it fade slightly. I’d been so desperate that I began pleading for him to make me come.
He pulled my hair and bit my ear roughly. It was his words that had sent me crying and almost collapsing from the orgasm that hit me. “Next time I’m going to shove this dick in your pretty mouth and watch your eyes water as you gag. I want to see my come running down your neck. Coating you.”
All I had been able to think about since I woke up this morning was my mouth on him. I’d wanted to try it this morning, but I couldn’t be late. Instead, I had fantasized about it whenever I got a chance.
Walking over to the pantry, my thoughts were on my mouth doing things to Stone. The hand that reached out and grabbed my wrist when I opened the door startled me, and before I could scream a hand covered my mouth. I was pulled into the dark pantry. My mind was trying to figure out what was happening and what to do. I couldn’t let whoever this was find Geraldine.
“It’s me,” Stone said in my ear. He removed his hand and I let out a relieved breath before spinning around to face him.
“What in the world are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?” I asked unable to see his face clearly in the darkness. The light seeping from under the pantry door gave us enough illumination that I could make out his body in front of me.
“I need to fuck you,” he said as he jerked my shorts down.
“You snuck in to abduct me in the pantry and have sex with me?” I asked my heart now racing for other reasons.
“Yes,” he growled. “All I can think about is being inside you. I can’t get shit done.”
“Geraldine could come down here and hear us,” I reminded him.
“Not if you’re a good girl and don’t make any noise.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible. “Stone! We can’t do this,” I argued, but it was feeble. The idea of him taking me in the pantry with Geraldine upstairs was exciting.
“Take your shorts off, Beulah,” he demanded.
I did. I pushed them all the way down and kicked the discarded clothing aside. I knew we could get caught. I didn’t want Geraldine to catch us. But I’d been in a constant state of arousal thinking about Stone’s hardness in my mouth. Choking me. He picked me up and pressed my back against the wall. He kissed my neck as he slid into me in one swift push taking my breath away.
I wrapped my legs around him to hold on as he rocked into me over and over. “Such a dirty girl,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. “Pulling your pants off and giving me this pussy in a pantry.”
I whimpered. The naughtiness of the situation and his hard body taking me like this was almost more than I could handle. I wanted to cry out. Beg for more. But I bit my bottom lip and held it in.
“That’s it. Be nice and quiet while I fuck this pussy. All I could think about. Can’t function from needing this. The thought of you makes me so damn hard.”
I buried my face in his chest to muffle the noises I was making.
“You’re soaking wet, Beulah. Was the fear of someone taking you exciting enough to arouse you?”
I shook my head. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all day. What you said last night,” I whispered, the darkness making me bold.
Air hissed between his teeth. “Thinking about taking my dick in your mouth made you wet?”
“Yes,” I admitted with a sigh of pleasure.
He began moving faster. His pants were hard and right at my ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his chant made my climax climb faster. The beating of his heart matched my own.
“That’s it, take it like the dirty girl you are,” he whispered as his body began to grow taunt.
The peak washed over me. I started to cry out and his hand covered my mouth. His eyes locked with mine as I shattered to pieces in his arms. Then he pulled from me. “I’m coming,” he growled and groaned as he pumped his release all over my thighs as I watched with fascination.
We were both panting as we stood there in the darkness. I wished I had been able to see clearer. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but I had wanted to see his eyes when he had pulled away and he reached his own pleasure.
“I’ll clean you up,” he said softly.
I watched as he found a paper towel roll in the corner and began to wipe himself from my skin. Once he finished he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Tonight, you’re taking me in your mouth. I doubt I can focus on much else now. But that will help get me through.”
I started to get my shorts and he stopped me. “I’ll do that.”
I stood there as he dressed me. My heart full. My body sated.
Footsteps stopped us both. A grin that I could see in the darkness curled on his lips. “Better get out there. She’ll be looking for you.”
I quickly straightened my hair and opened the door to step out, hoping she didn’t notice I was walking out of a dark pantry with nothing.
Geraldine was at the sink. “I think we should have tea out on the veranda,” she said cheerfully.
“Okay, yes, that’s a good idea. I have the tea cakes and sandwiches you mentioned earlier in the fridge.” I sounded nervous. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Lovely. It’s perfect weather for tea outside.” She took the tray with the teapot. “You get the nibbles and I’ll take this.”
“Okay,” I readily agreed.
I quickly found the items I had made earlier today when she’d mentioned she’d like to have them. But not before I took a quick glance at the pantry. Having our tea outside would give Stone time to leave without being seen.
Geraldine opened the door to the backyard and paused. “Oh, and Beulah,” she said.
“Yes?”
“Grab another cup and tell Stone that I’d love for him to get out of my pantry to join us for tea.”
Stone
MACK WAS STANDING OUTSIDE THE apartment building with a cigarette in his mouth when I pulled into the parking lot just before seven. I wanted to be home when Beulah arrived. She’d been a nervous mess during tea with Gerry today. Although Gerry had only mentioned she knew we’d fucked in her pantry once. It had been a side note at that. She hadn’t seemed to be surprised or upset about it. That didn’t matter to Beulah. She was so fidgety and couldn’t hide her expressive eyes. It was damn cute.
Getting out of my Range Rover, I pocketed my keys and phone an
d headed toward Mack. He had a purpose for being out here other than to smoke. His apartment had the same balcony mine had. If he’d wanted a smoke he could have used his. His presence when he expected me home meant something.
“What do you need?” I asked bluntly. I didn’t have time for beating around the bush with small talk.
Mack took a long drag from his Marlboro and let the smoke that didn’t damage his lungs back out of his nose and mouth. “You dating Beulah?”
I’d known this was about her. When I had gone to his apartment to get her, I knew then she was in his sights. The man had no morals. I’d been furious and ready to kick him out when I’d found her there. It had taken extreme self-control not to lose my shit.
“It’s more than dating. But if you’re asking if she’s available, then no she isn’t. And she won’t be. Ever.”
Beulah was a beautiful woman. Men wanted her. I understood that. But dealing with it head on was difficult. My possessive nature flared and I wanted to act like a fucking maniac to get my point across. I refrained. Barely.
“I thought it was headed that way. Wasn’t sure. Wanted to check first.”
I waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, I walked past him and focused on getting inside before I planted my fist in his face for nothing. My temper needed checking.
“She’s different. She wasn’t like the others. I didn’t want her the way you think I did. I was interested in more,” Mack added just before I escaped him.
That admission should make me feel better. It didn’t. He wanted what I had. He wanted what I already knew. She was a rare find. I took a deep breath and forced myself to admit that this was unavoidable. She was special. Other men would see it. I had to learn to live with that.
“She’s mine.” The simple statement sounded chauvinistic even for my own ears. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. It was the truth. I was big on brutal honesty. Why hold back now?
He gave a nod. “Not planning on making a move. I had a feeling. Like I said. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting the wrong signals.”
