by Aria Cole
“Well...” I rubbed at the back of my neck, wondering what in the hell she was up to. I’d been working outside in the sun all day, probably stank like a pig and wasn’t the most presentable to entertain her gorgeous granddaughter.
“I don’t want to keep you out late, Mr. Loup. I’m positive you’re tired from working all day and evening out in the sun.” Scarlet’s ocean-blue gaze locked on mine.
I think my heart nearly fell on the fucking floor. “No, it’s no trouble at all.” I squeezed the old woman’s hand and placed a soft kiss on it.
“Thank you so much, Beau. I know she’s in good hands.” Ms. Fair patted my arm as Scarlet approached, the lavender scent of her hair filling my nostrils and making my cock stand at attention.
“Sure, not a problem. Have a good night.” I nodded at her just as Scarlet slipped her hand through the crook of my elbow. Nerves popped and fizzled with her gentle touch, and it took everything in me not to pull her against my body and fuck her mouth with my tongue.
“Have a nice walk, loves,” Ms. Fair called before heading up the stairs slowly, leaving me and her granddaughter alone.
“I appreciate you doing this, Mr. Loup.”
Without saying a word, I opened the door, standing in a position that ensured she’d have to brush against me as she passed. As she walked by me to head outside, I felt her breast brush up against me, and I nearly lost my mind. I wondered if my presence affected her the way she affected me, one look at her and I could feel myself coming undone. “You can call me Beau, you know. Actually, I think I would like to see my first name rolling off your tongue.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, and suddenly the most beautiful thing happened…I saw her smile.
“Well, Beau, thank you for showing me—”
“It’s completely my pleasure, petite rouge.” My eyes crawled down her neck, landing at the soft V of her cleavage. Her full round tits begged for my hands, I wanted to palm them and taste her succulent pebbled nipples with my tongue. “Scarlet, it’s really my pleasure, girls like you don’t come by everyday. You are enchanting.” I pressed a hand across her collarbone, trailing my fingertips at the hollow of her throat, delighting in the hot dew of her skin.
I turned to put the blueprints in my car, but when I turned back to look at her face, she was gone.
“Fuck!” I grunted, frantic to find her.
THREE
Scarlet
I sped down the damp grass, heading for the house and the comforting warmth of my bed. Beau Loup was the most striking, charming, terrifying man I’d ever met. I’d never before felt the things he’d just made me feel in the pit of my stomach.
I pushed a hand through my hair, finally feeling my heart calm enough to allow me to think rationally before I reached the house. I stopped at the newly remodeled patio, resting my eyes as I leaned against the weathered wooden bench and went over his words in my head.
I was curious about his past, his history on the estate. I made a mental note to probe Gran for some answers about the mysterious Beau Loup tomorrow.
I looked up at the sky, marveling at the thousands of stars sparkling in my vision, before I heard soft footsteps in the grass. Sheltered next to a tall juniper, I tucked myself into the branches hanging over the bench, trying everything I could to disappear as Beau approached the house. I watched him as he stalked by, the hard line of his jaw and ripped bulges of his biceps highlighted by the silvery moon.
He was devastatingly gorgeous, so rugged, and manly. I’d seen him pull up his shirt earlier while he drank from the water faucet, and my mouth was nearly salivating again at the memory. I was drawn to him, and as much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t. He was larger than life and took up the space around him and swallowed all the air in the vicinity. When he was around, I felt powerless, like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place and too scared to move.
I sighed softly, shifting in the quiet night when Beau finally rounded the corner, and I was safe. He hadn’t seen me, but strangely an unexpected wave of disappointment churned through me. Despite everything, Beau Loup had cast his spell on me.
I spent the next few mornings with thoughts of Beau floating weightlessly in my head but lying heavy in my heart. I couldn’t get the flirty, sexy man off my mind. He’d been busy working on the greenhouse all hours of the day and hadn’t been up to the big house since the night I freaked out and ran away from him. My thoughts had run wild in the hours since then, and I was more than a little ashamed that I’d taken to spending afternoons tucked up in my bedroom, trying to catch a glimpse of him working, from my perch high above the grounds.
Finally, after days of confinement in the house, I slipped out after dinner, dusk just kissing the horizon, and headed for a walk through Gran’s glorious gardens. I did my best to avoid the orchard and headed the opposite way, sucking in the heady scent of lilacs, trailing my fingers along the rows of evergreens that lined one garden wall. My mind wandered to Beau. The warmth in his eyes from the first time we’d met haunted me. Despite his charming and rather cocky exterior, there seemed to be something deep lingering in his eyes. I wasn’t the kind of girl that really craved a man, but the touch of his skin against mine made me feel differently. Made me feel like I’d never felt before. I kept walking, my mind drifting off to school girl fantasies of his broad body pushing against mine as he kissed me, the slow probe of his tongue working my mouth and sending my body into a blaze.
The garden path dipped to the right, and I was surprised to come across a small bubbling pond stocked with fish, a beautiful, intricately wrought wooden bench perched at one edge.
I smiled to myself as I took a seat and ran my hands along the wood grain, wondering if Beau had crafted this piece too, his hands working the wood until it shone with beauty and character. My heart flitted in excitement as I remembered the way his cocky grin lifted one corner of his mouth and his eyes twinkled in mischievous amusement. The low tenor of his voice never failed to send butterflies racing in my stomach, his words dampening my panties. I swallowed the excitement clutching at my throat and slowly pulled the thin fabric of my summer dress up my legs.
My hands slid up my thighs, and I worked the flesh in slow circles, inching higher until I reached the elastic of my underwear. I slipped a finger underneath the band and teased at the hot flesh, a soft sigh falling from my lips as my eyes fell closed and my thoughts fell on him.
“Beau…” I slipped another finger beneath my panties and dragged the digits through the slick flesh between my legs. “Beau!” I cried, arching my hips off the bench as I massaged my sensitive clit. The muscles in my body bunched tightly, and I bit down hard on my lip as I felt something slowly building in the far reaches of my body. Like a slow chugging locomotive, it gathered energy and strength until my fingertips sped on instinct and I pushed harder against the hot flesh, chasing the release.
“Petite rouge.” His growl hit my ears before my eyes fluttered open and I saw Beau Loup standing at my feet, eyes trained on my aroused body. “Jesus, aren’t you the sexist thing I have ever seen?”
Beau closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, his body spreading over mine on the bench, one hand pushing into my thick hair, the other roaming my torso like he was looking for buried treasure. “Fuck, I can smell how turned on you are.” He placed fevered kisses along my collarbone as his hand spread my thighs, nestling his body between my legs. “You are so beautiful, from the second I saw you I knew I had to have you.” His gravelly tone sent shivers burning through my clit.
“Beau,” I sighed when he flexed his rigid length against my center, only the flimsy barrier of fabric separating us.
“That’s it, ma petite rouge, show me how I make this sweet body feel.” His palm crawled up my throat and held my cheek in his grip before he licked across the seam of my lips with his deft tongue. A slow tremor ripped through my body, and I vaguely wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm without direct stimulation because I was pretty sure I just had from his t
ongue. “Tell me you want me, too. I need to know that.” My eyes grew big at his words, as shallow breaths wracked my body. “I want to know that you need me, because if I don’t have you soon, I will go out of my mind.”
His eyes burned with warning. It was so intense, so raw, and so demanding. He knew he’d won. He had me in his grasp, and I had no choice but to surrender.
I shook my head as I held his gaze. “Yes,” I whispered softly into the night, embarrassed by my need for him.
His nostrils flared at my words, and I instantly knew it was what he’d wanted to hear. His eyes darted up and down my body beneath him before he shook his head. “If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of the house in this flimsy shit.” He pulled the strap of my dress down and attacked my shoulder with his lips and tongue, nipping and kissing and tracing invisible lines with carnal sensuality. His teeth caressed my skin almost like a warning and making my body and mind ache for him. He hadn’t known it then, but the moment his hands first made contact with my body, I was his.
“So sweet. Every inch of you drives me insane.” He yanked down the neckline of my dress, releasing just enough of my breast to drive me wild without even exposing a nipple. His hands groped at my skin, his tongue lapping at the creamy flesh of my breast before he nipped, sending a delightful shiver coursing through me. He rolled my peaked nipple between his fingers over the thin cotton of my dress before his other hand trailed between my trembling thighs for the first time.
I felt the press of his hand on my mound, and I sighed, feeling like a goddess beneath his intoxicating touch. He slipped one finger beneath the elastic of my panties and made contact with my scorching hot flesh. Arousal pumped through my body as I arched, desperate for more. “I love that I do this to you. So wet for me,” he chuckled, before one long finger slid through the seam of my pussy and stroked the sensitive nerves. I arched and moaned into the night as my orgasm began another slow build under his attentions.
“No.” I shook my head hastily, desperate for more touching and less talking.
“Ah, sweet girl. I bet you taste even sweeter than you look,” were his last words before he buried his head between my thighs, the warmth of his breath against the cotton of my underwear. He pulled the elastic of one leg aside, exposing my hot core to the cool night air, before I felt one long, slow lick from his tongue. My hips bucked, and I would have tumbled if it hadn’t been for his powerful hands locked at my thighs and holding me in place beneath him.
I couldn’t move. I was subject to his every whim, helpless to the pleasure he was giving me, and still, it was the only place on earth I wanted to be. My mind fogged with lust as his fingers teased at my entrance, his tongue fucking my clit in slow, torturous circles. “I want to go home with your scent on me. Cum on my face, sweetheart.” He flicked fiercely at the little nub before sucking it into his mouth, taking long pulls like he was nursing from a bottle of sweet wine. Fire burned through my body as release pummeled through my system and sent a tidal wave of sensations crashing through every single nerve. My thighs shook beneath his hands, and my toes curled behind his back. Shallow, satiated breaths beat up my chest like I was desperate for oxygen. Something about Beau stole all the air from my lungs and left me needy and desperate for more of his particular brand of sweet torment.
“Look how pretty you are after you cum.” His thready voice brought me back to reality, and his lips pressed against mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I tasted the musky-sweet nectar that glistened on his lips, the dark stubble smattering his jaw covered in my scent just like he’d wanted.
“I’ve never done that before. I’ve never been with a man,” I whispered softly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
Beau’s eyes softened, and he kissed me slowly, his hands in my hair, his lips taking their time, his tongue tracing the bow and nipping at the corner before he plundered my mouth again. I felt like a decadent dessert he wanted to savor as we kissed for what seemed like hours, losing track of time. I felt the press of his thick erection against my pelvis with every breath, but he never tried for more. He seemed content to please me with his tongue, then kiss me until I was blue in the face.
It was magical.
FOUR
Beau
I’d walked her back to the house, my palm pressed at her back, thinking for the first time in more than thirty years, I was taken away by a woman. If you’d asked me a month ago if I thought soul mates, true love, and fate were a thing I would have said hell no, but after meeting my petite rouge, I’d argue the point with any man. Love at first sight was real, and Scarlet had socked me in the balls with it.
She’d fallen into my arms and stolen every beat of my heart. I didn’t understand it, and I’d tried to fight the feelings raging through my system, tried everything in my power. But it’s taken barely any time with the sassy little redhead in my life to realize I was powerless to fight. My mind was obsessed with her, my body even more so. I wondered if she was settling in okay, if Ms. Fair was treating her well, where she’d come from and even what her parents were like. I wanted to claim Scarlet Fair for myself, but I wanted to know her, too. And I was sure that electrical charge that pulsed through my blood whenever she was nearby wasn’t felt by me alone. I saw the way her eyes sparkled with interest when I spoke.
I wasn’t a man who minced words, I wore my heart on my sleeve and didn’t do well with secrets and games. What would she think if I told her exactly what I was feeling about her? That her wild, fiery hair haunted me at night, her effortless giggle and high-beam smile through the day. I couldn’t get her off my mind.
Tonight we’d crossed a line, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. I wanted her so badly I could taste the desire in my mouth. I had a burning desire to take care of her, dote on her, protect her from the big, bad world. I’d throw myself in front of a truck to save her life, drop to my knees and beg for her love and attention. I didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t feel the same way, didn’t want the same things. I would sacrifice everything to have her in my arms, and my heart would split in half if she decided I wasn’t the man for her.
I walked down the path bordering the woods to where my little cabin was tucked away. More than a half mile from the main house, I sucked in great lungfuls of air and swore I could still smell her on me. The sweet scent of her pussy clinging to the course whiskers of my beard made my pulse pound painfully through my cock. I slid my hand across my face, relishing the scent of her on me. I was as good as claimed by Scarlet as she was by me.
My heart swelled with protective pride when she’d told me she was a virgin. I was the only one to lay hands on her, the only one to know her taste and the feel of her pressed against my lips, and I damn sure planned on keeping it that way. Owning her with my tongue and my fingers, I'd barely been able to control myself from taking her, but my only concern was doing it right for her. Every woman deserved to be loved and cherished, and tonight I made it my own personal mission to serve her, in my bed and out.
I shook my head and stomped up the steps of my cabin, headed for the kitchen and grabbing a beer before settling on the front porch. My eyes looked out over the horizon, down the pathway I’d just come, past the cherry orchards and the big house in the distance beyond.
I knew for a fact Scarlet couldn’t see my little home tucked into the woods, but I was suddenly very glad I had a view of her window. My beautiful petite rouge. She deserved someone who would give her the moon and be willing to go all the way there and back to take care of her, and I would damn well make sure I was going to be that man.
Early the next morning I woke with a raging hard-on and a memory of Scarlet so powerful I swore she was in bed with me. I pulled myself from the sheets and walked across the dark wooden floors to the master bathroom. Catching a glance of myself in the mirror, I tried to see myself through Scarlet’s eyes. Broad, trim physique, sun-kissed skin from years of outdoor work, a slightly unkempt beard, and short dark hair in contrast to
golden flesh. I ran a hand through my hair as I wondered if I should go to her today. I needed to make sure she was okay, that we were okay after everything that had happened last night.
I jumped under the hot spray of the shower as thoughts of my sweet Scarlet swallowed my time. I scrubbed shampoo through my hair, enjoying the feel of the hot water lashing my skin, before I rinsed and wrapped a towel around my waist. I was headed for the kitchen when I spotted a vision walking down my narrow driveway.
“Scarlet?” I swung open my front door and called.
Her gaze darted up, the sun casting a halo of light around her thick red hair. “Oh! I didn’t know you lived here. I was just out for a walk.” She paused and tilted her palms together.
A smile pulled at my lips. “Well, ya found me.” I sauntered down the steps and snagged her elbow. “Good morning.”
I pulled her to me, our bodies bumping together just close enough to heighten the static energy already vibrating between us. “Shoulda brought you home with me last night.” I placed a kiss on her nose. “Christ, I missed you.”
Scarlet’s eyes widened for a breath before she pulled away and touched the pad of her thumb to the bow of her lips. “You missed me?”
My grin turned deeper as I locked her hand in mine, pulling her against my body. “’Course I did. Were you thinkin’ about me, too?” A cocky grin stretched my face. “You were, weren’t you, petite rouge?” I ran a palm up her thigh. Her pretty lips parted and she responded.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
“That’s a girl. I like being on your mind.” My hands cupped the curvy swell of her beautiful ass. “I like knowing I obsess you as much as you do me.”
