by Aria Cole
Her eyes widened with my words.
“I can feel your heartbeat, little one.” I placed a flat palm over her chest and savored the physical reactions I wrung from her body. “Do I scare you?”
Scarlet’s eyes darted up at my words, then she glanced down at her hands again. “Yes,” she said with some bravado, before her eyes softened and the smallest of smiles twitched at her lips. “But you excite me, too.”
I nearly lost my mind at her small admission. “Aw, Scarlet. You do so much more than excite me.” My eyes traced the petite features of her face before landing on her lips. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
“What does that mean?” she laughed sweetly.
“It means I can’t stop thinking about you. Everything about you possesses my mind until the only thing I see is you, the only thing I think about is you, the only thing I dream about,” I paused to run a lock of her hair through my fingers, “is you.”
“Beau,” she breathed, and I pressed my lips against hers in a demanding kiss.
“You’re mine, petite rouge, and I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life proving it to you.”
“Yours?” Scarlet’s eyes burned with supercharged emotion.
“Think I’d taste you like I did last night and not call you mine?” I wrapped one hand around her neck and pulled her to me, taking her in a kiss and thrusting my aching cock against her pelvis. “If my words aren’t enough, I’m happy to show you just how mine you are.” I held her face in my palm and delved past her lips again.
Her slow, languid kisses consumed me as I gave myself over to her. She could have everything, everything I’d ever worked for, my home, my life. I’d lay it at her feet if she promised to let me in.
“I put my tongue on you. You’re mine just as much as if you wore my brand.” I murmured at the shell of her ear. A slow shiver crawled down her neck, her elegant throat working for a moment before she replied.
“Beau, I really just came here for a walk. I swear I wasn’t looking for you or chasing you after last night or something weird like that.” Her words came out in a cute little ramble.
“Sure, Scarlet,” I teased and pulled her knuckles to mine for a reverent kiss. “I’ve got to get to the greenhouse ’fore the guys give me shit.” I shoved my nose deep into her hair, taking my fill of her lavender scent before I had to release her. “I’ll come for you later.”
“Later?” Her eyes shone with excitement. “Okay, I can’t wait.” She pressed up on her toes to reach my lips, her feather-light kiss nearly bursting my heart with happiness.
“Christ.” I pulled her forehead to mine and kissed and nibbled at her lips. “What are you doing to me?”
Her soft laugh fell in the wind. “You said that already.”
“I mean it more every time. I’m not sure if you’re the best thing for me or the worst, but damned if I can’t help but find out.”
She shook her head with a laugh before letting go of my hand and backing down the driveway. “Have a good day at work, Mr. Loup!”
I almost chased her down like a dog and punished her for her Mr. Loup taunt. Instead, I shook my head, a cheesy grin pulling at my cheeks as I adjusted my cock while I watched her go, the outline of her shapely little body in the thin fabric not leaving much to my overactive imagination.
“Change that dress!” I called after her.
She giggled, and I knew her face had turned that bright shade of pink.
Scarlet Fair may very well be the death of me.
FIVE
Scarlet
Beau dropped by Gran’s house later that afternoon to update her on the progress of the greenhouse. I’d bitten my lip and listened patiently as they spoke, enjoying the stretch and pull of his muscles as he gestured and explained things to her. He was rough around the edges, all man, incredibly intimidating with his wide stance and crossed arms, but the warmth in his dark eyes drew me in. The cut of his jaw hidden beneath that dark beard haunted the backs of my eyelids. The memory of his sandpaper fingertips tracing across my body was so distracting I thought about excusing myself.
After speaking, Gran offered Beau a slice of the cherry pie, freshly baked by her personal chef. The crimson fruit oozed out of the flaky crust, and I’d taken slow bites, my eyes trained on the soft dip of Beau’s lips as he’d smiled brightly and chatted, exchanging friendly pleasantries with her as he ate the confection.
But I caught his looks out of the corner of my eye. I caught the wolfish gaze that cut across the table when I’d leaned over to take a bite. The way he’d swallowed as I chewed. The way my body tingled and ached at the memory of his touch, imagining his lips covering me in cherry-scented kisses.
When Beau finally stood to leave, my body was ablaze with need.
I placed a kiss on Gran’s soft cheek as she got up, ready to retire to her room.
She’d patted me on the arm, “Such a sweet girl, my Scarlet.” And tears had hovered at the edges of her eyelids. “Isn’t she the sweetest thing on the planet, Beau?” Gran cooed, an innocent smile darting from Beau to me. My cheeks flushed instantly as Beau stepped up.
“She’s sweet indeed.” His low voice melted through my veins.
“Goodnight, Beau.” Gran placed a kiss on his bearded cheek before climbing the stairs.
“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll come for you,” Beau whispered at my earlobe and sent a delicious shiver coursing through me.
“Okay,” I responded, hardly able to hear my own thoughts over the pounding in my ears.
“I thought I told you to change this dress,” he growled and slipped a finger through the flimsy strap. Gran had only just left. What if she turned around? What if she caught us? I quickly backed away, thoughts of my gran catching us raging in my mind.
“Is something wrong with my dress?” I purred.
Beau’s eyes narrowed as he assessed me, his eyes finally flashing in warning. “You know exactly what’s wrong with it. Makes every damn man on this property look at you when you walk by. Is that what you want? Every man’s eyes on you?” He leaned in, pressing me against the wall. “Or just mine?”
My lungs nearly collapsed when his hands came to my waist, his lips trailing across the hollow of my throat. I couldn’t breathe. He was stealing my oxygen, stealing my sense.
“Your eyes only.” A soft hiss escaped my mouth when his lips attacked my throat, and he laved wet kisses across my skin.
“Thirty minutes,” he growled as his hand clutched at the soft flesh of my bottom. “Be ready for me.”
“Should I change?” I whimpered, wishing desperately he wouldn’t leave so soon.
“No use now.” His eyes gleamed with promise. “Anyway, I want to peel it off you with my teeth.”
Beau turned and exited through the main door, leaving me weak-kneed and flustered, missing his presence and desperate for his touch again. How could he turn me to silly putty with just a few words?
After running a brush through my hair and adding a shine of lip gloss in the mirror, I found myself fidgeting and waiting at the edge of the patio.
I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was thinking, but I knew I trusted Beau, and I also knew I wanted him like nothing I’d ever wanted in my life.
I finally leaped down the few steps, walking confidently towards the orchard. I couldn’t wait anymore. At the very least I could wander through the trees and waste some time as I walked to his cabin. Maybe I would run into him on the way.
I wandered down the dark path until I reached the cherry trees, turning down a long row and stretching my fingers out to dust across the shiny skins of the hanging fruit.
I sucked in a deep breath, reveling in the sweet scent that clung to the night air. I took a sharp turn down another row, slowly wandering toward the back of the property and Beau.
A few birds sang in the treetops as the warm summer breeze dusted across my kneecaps, tickling the hem of the summer dress that fell at my thighs. Beau had every right to be upset with me for wearing t
his dress. It was a tad too small, and I hadn’t even realized it when I’d packed it, but my curves had filled out in the few months over the winter since I’d last worn it.
My cleavage was more generous, the heavy flesh of my breasts stretching the neckline.
And he was right on another count. I’d worn it for him. All him. He saw through me easily, and somehow that brought me comfort. Although it’d been such a short time, it felt like he knew me, inside and out, like we were the same somehow. It was inexplicable and thrilling and a little bit scary. He was so hard to my soft, so rough to my gentle, and every wild piece of him thrilled me to the core.
I refocused my attention to the present as I picked my way through the heavy fruit trees, fingertips sending the glossy globes dancing as I passed, before I stepped out onto the main path and straight into a familiar wall of a chest.
“Wandering late at night isn’t your best decision, petite rouge. I told you I would come for you.” Beau’s grip tightened at my elbows as he hauled me against his body.
I sucked in a long, slow breath, enjoying the heavy scent of leather and wood compliments of his natural scent and soap, which were purely intoxicating. “I was anxious to see you.”
“I see that.” His hands were roaming across my body, as if he was as desperate as I was for physical connection. “But next time listen to me. Never know what big bad wolf you may run into.” Beau dipped his head and sucked at the flesh of my neck.
“What happens,” Beau presented me with a freshly picked cherry between his fingers, “if I kidnap you, petite rouge?” He dipped the cherry across the hot skin of my chest as he spoke, my heart dancing along with the dip and bob of the cherry. “Steal you back to my house and bury myself between your sweet thighs again?” My heart hammered as he lowered the cherry into the dip of my cleavage, secreting it in the flesh between my breasts. The skin of the fruit was cool against the flame of my aroused body.
“Mm, matches the flush on your cheeks.” Beau pulled the cherry from between my breasts and popped it into his mouth, his teeth piercing the delicate fruit, his gaze piercing my heart. He whipped the stem with core behind him and lifted me into his arms, my ankles locking around his waist as our lips joined. My hands delved into his hair as our tongues forged together, as if we’d been starved for a taste.
This was beautiful, this was euphoria, this was paradise on earth, colliding together in a violent, primal symphony.
His heavy grunts echoed in the night air around us, before he dropped me to the ground, his fingers locking with mine as he carried us on long strides towards his cabin.
“Wait! My shoe,” I blundered, hopping as I bent to slip the heel strap back on my foot.
“Fuck the shoes.” Before I could think, he’d launched me over his shoulder, one shoe in hand, the other large palm striped across my barely covered bottom. “Everything about you teases me, draws me in, like bees to a flower I want your nectar. I need the taste of you on my tongue, or I might die of thirst. There’s nothing between us tonight, sweet Scarlet.
We reached the steps of his porch, and he walked in, carrying me across the threshold like a caveman.
“Listen, petite rouge.” He set me on my feet and pressed me against a wall, hands in my hair, eyes boring into me. “I take you to my bed, you’re mine. That’s it. You don’t fight it. I keep you, I take care of you, you’ll never have to lift a finger again, but consider yourself owned.” His words overwhelmed me, his fierce kiss consumed me, and without even thinking, I nodded.
“I don’t share. That means no more dresses that show men these pretty tits.” His hands pulled down the neckline of my dress, and he grabbed the flesh in generous fistfuls. “Because they’re mine.” His tongue found my pert nipple, and he took it between his lips in long, slow sucks, his vibrant eyes trained on mine the whole time.
The intimacy was powerful. I moaned and shifted on my feet, thinking I might fall right onto his floor it felt so good.
“You taste better than I remembered.” Beau turned his attention to my other nipple while his hand spread my thighs, one thumb sliding beneath the damp fabric of my panties and gliding through my sex. I arched on my tiptoes, every nerve in my body feeling coiled tight like a spring.
“I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone like you,” he murmured. His teeth caught the fabric of my dress, and he pulled it down my body, over my hips, until it pooled on the floor, leaving me in nothing but a pair of pure white cotton panties.
His eyes flicked up and down my body, his hands at my hips, then pulled me against him, his nose nestling at the mound at my thighs, sucking in a long inhale.
“This sweet, delicious pussy is mine forever, hear me, Scarlet?” He pushed a finger inside my body.
“Yes, Beau.” I sighed, one hand on his shoulder to support myself as he pushed my panties aside and attacked my slit with his deft tongue. He flicked in quick laps, his finger working inside my body, massaging at a spot deep inside that had lust addling my brain.
Arousal and sensation pumped through my bloodstream, and he hoisted my thighs across his shoulders, pressing me against the wall of his cabin and fucking me with his tongue until stars shot across my vision. My eyelids fell, and I succumbed to the pleasure he gave. He added another finger, his tongue drawing on the sensitive bud in long sucks, his thumb swirling at my back entrance and leaving my body feeling completely overwhelmed in a thousand delicious ways.
“Taking this sweet body in every way, Scarlet. I’m owning every single inch of it with my tongue. I’ll show you pleasure you didn’t even know existed. I’ve been waiting so long for you,” he murmured against me before sliding me down his body, caressing my skin with every hard inch of him. “I haven’t been with anyone in so long. It’s been years, Scarlet. And even then, I was always safe. I always used a condom.” He paused to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “But there’s no protection needed between us. You and I are forever, and I want you bare. I need to feel every last raw nerve of you. I need to know how I make you feel.” He kissed me slowly as his forehead pressed against mine.
His words left me reeling. He hadn’t been with anyone in years? Why me? Why now? There was nothing about me that was that special. I was always invisible to men. I blended into the background. They always wanted the sexy girls, not the quiet, shy ones. Now, here with Beau, I felt powerful. He made me feel special. He made me blossom. Being with Beau, feeling his touch, was like being jolted back to life. He was a magnet, and every part of me was attracted to him and in desperate need for more.
“Tell me I can have all of you.” He placed a palm over my thundering heart. I stopped, my eyes trained on his, and saw the burning flames in his eyes. This strong, virile man wanted me. He wanted every single part of me, leaving me powerless to resist.
“Yes, Beau. Yes, I want to feel you. I want to feel everything.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him to me for a long kiss. I heard his grunts, felt the press of his pleasure between us in the form of his rock-hard erection. I wanted to show him what he meant to me. I wanted to give him something back. “Let me make you feel good,” I stammered and dropped to my knees, my palms trailing the roughly etched carvings of his abdominal muscles.
“Mm, petite rouge.” One of his arms pushed into the threads of my hair, holding my head gently as I worked at the buttons on his pants. Pulling the zipper down, the fabric fell loose around his hips, the deep cut of his pelvic muscles and that sexy V I’d only seen on the men in magazines made my mouth water.
“I want to see those pretty lips around my cock.” He caressed my cheek, the contrast between the gentle touch and his coarse words turning me on even more.
I grasped the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down his toned hips, his heavy erection springing out, aimed directly at me. My heart thundered as I thought about what it would feel like buried inside my body.
“You’re so big.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I gripped the hot flesh in my small fist.<
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His soft chuckle filled the air. “Better to please you with.” His thumb traced my lips as he spoke, the tip of his dick leaking pre-cum just inches from my mouth.
I sucked him past my lips, hollowing my cheeks as best I could, only hoping it felt good for him.
“Suck it up, sweetheart,” he crooned, and instantly, as if he were my favorite ice-cream flavor, I trailed the length of his dick with my tongue before sucking the tip back into my mouth. Beau’s eyes rolled back in his head, encouraging me to continue. I sucked down the length of his shaft again, this time taking him deeper than I had before and tasted the salty drops of his pre-cum at the back of my tongue.
“Mm, this mouth was made for me.” He pulled me from the floor before I could finish, his lips attaching instantly to mine as our tongues tangled in a feral coupling. His hands tore at my body, leaving his mark on every inch of me, his scent washing my skin and claiming me as thoroughly as if I wore his ring.
Beau had truly captured me, body and soul.
SIX
Beau
I hoisted my beautiful girl in my arms and carried her down the hallway like it was our wedding night. I wished it would have been, she meant that much to me. She meant everything, and I had every intention of not just telling her, but showing her how much.
I considered myself a man who read people well. I talked less and listened often, and something in her eyes had told me she was made for me and me alone. Something had sparked between us from the very first moment, and it had all been leading up to this moment. I only hoped she knew what I meant when I said I owned her. I didn’t do half-ass.
I’d gone through a lifetime of hurt, and I’d always known that when I found the woman for me, I would feel it churning through my veins like a magic elixir, exactly how Scarlet made me feel.
Did I want to bend her will and convince her to stay with me forever? Hell yes! Would I? With everything in my power, but only as long as I saw that smile dance across her cheeks, heard that laugh bubble up from her belly, watched that flirty flip of her hair that let me know that she felt it too. My only concern was for her: her happiness, her health, her heart. Mostly her heart. I wanted to burrow myself deep inside it, she wouldn’t even know I was there until she didn’t remember life without me. She’d already found her way into mine.
