by Jenika Snow
“I won’t break,” I finally say, forcing myself to relax. It takes some long seconds before he finally relaxes as well. “Fuck me, Beau.” I watch as he shifts, changes. My words have done something to him; have his control slipping. He groans and then starts moving inside of me, back and forth, in and out.
He’s slow at first, his motions easy, maybe trying to get me adjusted. But the pleasure increases, the pain diminishing. I arch my back, my breasts thrusting up. I make a long, drawn-out cry. That seems to be his breaking point. He grabs my hands and brings them above my head, holding my wrists, his fingers wrapping gently around my skin. And then he starts really pounding into me, faster and harder, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the tent.
I’m breathing so hard, sweat starting to blossom over me. I lift my head slightly and look down the length of my body, seeing his six-pack flexing as he thrusts in and out of me. The rain has let up slightly, but I can still hear the patter of droplets on the tent. The light from the lantern glows within the interior, and as he pulls out I can see the glossiness of my arousal coating his shaft. I also see streaks of blood, the product of my virginity taken, given to Beau.
“Lexi, fuck, baby.” His eyes are closed, his jaw set tight. He doesn’t have a hold on my wrists any longer, but his hands are still by my head, his fingers digging into the sleeping bag. The sound it makes as the nylon crinkles underneath his fingers fills my head.
He pulls out of me before I can even comprehend what’s happening. He’s on his back, has me over him, my legs on either side of his waist. I feel the stiff length of his erection pressed between my thighs, both of our breathing heavy, hard.
“Grab hold of my cock, Lexi,” he says on demand. “Put it inside of you, baby.”
I do as he says, reaching between our bodies and wrapping my finger around the thick root of his dick. He’s so big, so thick that my fingers don’t touch when I hold him. And then I place the tip at my entrance and slowly sink down on his length. We both groan, and tingles race along my arms and legs. He fills me to the brink, making me feel as though I’m going to split into two.
“Now ride me, Lexi. Fuck yourself on me until you come. I want to watch the pleasure wash over your face.”
His words nearly have me climaxing as it is. I start bouncing up and down on him, my breasts shaking from the motion. I force my eyes to stay open so I can stare at Beau and see the pleasure on his face, as well.
Up and down. Faster. Harder. Finally I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I tilt my head back as ecstasy washes through me. I cry as I come, my pussy clenching around his thick cock, needing him deeper inside of me. It’s only a second later that I hear Beau groaning out as well. He has his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. I know there’ll be bruises in the morning, but I anticipate them, want to see them covering my flesh.
It’ll be a mark of ownership.
He comes inside of me, filling me with his seed.
“That’s it,” he says in broken words. “Milk my cock; suck all the cum out.”
The pleasure is never ending, and I absorb it all. It feels even more incredible because I’m with the man I love, the one person I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.
When the pleasure diminishes and I can no longer hold myself up, I collapse on his chest. For a second I wonder if he’ll push me off, say this was a mistake, that we should’ve never done this. But instead he wraps his arms around me and just holds me for long minutes. Then he rolls us so we’re facing each other on our sides, lifts his hand, and pushes a strand of my hair away from my face. He looks into my eyes and I can see that he cares for me, that this wasn’t a mistake. What we shared was perfect.
“You’re mine.”
Yes I am.
Chapter 12
Beau
“What are you doing?” Lexi asks from the zippered opening of the tent.
She looks so fucking good this morning my dick aches, the remembrance of what we did last night like a brand in my fucking marrow. Her hair is all rumpled and she has it pulled up in a messy bun. She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on, but then Lexi never needs makeup. She’s naturally beautiful, inside and out. Her lips are bruised from our night of lovemaking, swollen, red and unbelievably sexy. I imagine them sliding down on my cock and the semi-hard-on that I’ve been sporting all morning instantly turns into a raging erection. I should be fucking worried when a woman’s lips can make my dick hard enough to drive nails into concrete. She’s not just any woman, though. She’s Lexi and she’s always owned my heart.
She’s always been mine.
“Fixing you some breakfast,” I tell her with a smile. “Come over here and give your man a kiss.”
I watch as she walks gingerly toward me. She’s obviously still sore and tender from our lovemaking last night, which I fucking like—even if that does make me a bastard. Possessiveness slams into me knowing that I claimed her, that my cock is the only one that’s ever known how hot and wet, how fucking tight she is. I’m the only one who will ever know what she feels like.
“Are you my man?” she asks, her eyes wide, and despite what we shared last night, innocent.
“Definitely, sweetheart and the only one you’ll ever have.”
“Really?”
“I’m not letting another man have you, Lexi. You’re mine now. You gave that to me last night, and I’m not letting you go.”
“I like the sound of that,” she says softly and wraps her arms around me.
“I do too, baby. I do too.”
I hold her close for a few minutes, breathing in her scent, and just let the fact that I have her in my arms soothe me. For so long, I’ve felt like there has been half of me missing. Now I realize that it’s not been the military, or any of that shit. It’s been Lexi. She’s been mine since that first kiss, I’ve just been running from it. That’s over. Brooks isn’t going to like it, but I don’t give a fuck. He can get the hell over it.
“That does smell good,” she says and I grin.
It’s a simple breakfast. Toast, eggs and bacon, but I like that I’m taking care of Lexi. I always want to do that. She deserves a man who will put her first, and I want to be that for her.
“Go back inside the tent, relax and stay warm, and I’ll bring you a plate.”
“I’d rather eat out here, around the fire,” she says, surprising me.
“You aren’t cold?”
“I’ve got my sweater on and besides, it feels good. I love the smell of the fresh air. It’s exactly why I came out here.”
“If you’re sure,” I hedge.
“I am, but you don’t have to do everything. I can help.”
“I want to take care of my girl. Is that a crime?” I ask her with a wink, putting the food on the plates.
“Beau, if you only knew how long I’ve been dying to hear you call me your girl,” she laughs as she sits down. “To be honest, it’s kind of surreal to hear you say it now.”
“Get used to it, sweetheart. I’ll be saying it often,” I tell her and hand her a plate of food. I just stare at her, unable to believe that this is reality right now. I feel good, really fucking good.
“If it’s a dream, do me a favor and don’t wake me.”
“I hope it’s a good dream at least,” I joke, suddenly jealous of the bacon she’s eating as it slips between her lips. I reach down and adjust my dick before the bastard bursts through my jeans.
“The best.”
I clear my throat and do my best to pull my gaze away from her eating. If I don’t I’m going to fuck her right here in front of the tent and I’m not sure her body is ready for that. I tried to be gentle with her last night, but she’s way too tender for what my dick is demanding.
“Not everyone will be happy about the two of us,” I tell her, tackling the one issue that is worrying me.
“You mean Brooks, don’t you?” She doesn’t state it like a question.
“Yeah, honey. He doesn’t want me with
you. He’s made that clear over the years.”
She shakes her head. “That’s crazy. You’re his best friend. He has to know the kind of man you are. You’d never hurt me.” She scowls. “Besides, I’m an adult, and I know what I want.” She looks me in the eyes.
I love that Lexi only sees the best in me. I want to tell her that Brooks knows I’ve not always been the best kind of man. I’ve fucked up a lot in my life. The thing is, I was always running away from Lexi and my love for her, knowing I wasn’t what Brooks wanted for his little sister.
I don’t tell her that, however. I don’t want to dim the picture of me she has in her head. I’m going to fight like hell to live up to that image. I want to be a good man. I want to be a man that Lexi can be proud of.
“You’re his little sister, honey,” I say instead. “He’s just protecting you.”
“He’ll just have to get happy or get sad,” she grumbles and she looks so cute I laugh.
“What does that even mean?” I ask, shaking my head.
“It means that I’m not giving you up, Beau. I don’t care what Brooks or anyone else says.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask her, feeling more at ease than I’ve felt in years.
“Damn skippy,” she says as she sucks bacon grease from her fingers.
As much as I want to laugh at her use of words, my gaze is drawn to the way her lips suck on her finger. She’s not doing it to be sexy; it’s completely just Lexi being natural, and maybe that makes it even hotter.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t quit sucking on your fingers like that, we’re going to have problems,” I warn her, my voice hoarse.
“We are?” she asks, instantly stopping what she’s doing and watching me closely. “Like what?”
“Like I’m going to give you something else to suck on,” I mutter, adjusting my cock again.
Lexi puts her plate on the ground beside her and comes over to me. I don’t say anything; I just wait to see what she does. It doesn’t take long. She drops to her knees in front of me.
“Give me something else to suck on, Beau. I dare you,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire and fuck, I’m lost to her.
Completely and utterly lost.
Chapter 13
Lexi
I follow Beau up the trail, beads of sweat dotting between my breasts and the length of my spine. The ground is damp from the storm last night, the leaves sticking to my shoes. I straighten, pushing past the burning in my thighs and the ache in my feet. He looks over his shoulder at me and grins. I know he can see how this seemingly easy hike is a pain in the ass for me by the look on his face. But I keep my mouth shut and trek on.
Apparently this isn’t the first time Beau has been camping up here by himself. And when he said he wanted to show me something special, I hadn’t even thought of denying him.
“How are you doing back there, baby girl?”
I can’t help the blush that no doubt steals over my body at the endearment he calls me. “I’m good.” I give him two thumbs up and he grins and gives me a wink.
When he turns back around and starts walking, I brace both of my hands on my thighs and lean forward, huffing and puffing. Sweat is dotting my forehead now, and I realize how out of shape I am. I see him start to turn to look at me again and I straighten and follow him up the path like I’m not dying inside.
“Just a little bit farther,” he says and gives me another straight, white-toothed grin.
We only walk for another five minutes or so before I see where he’s taking me. I take off my backpack and set it beside me, bracing my hands on my hips as I stare out at the lake. The sun is high in the sky, glistening off the water, making it look like it is sprinkled with glitter. Large pine trees surround the lake, and I can see water lapping at the shore.
“It’s beautiful,” I look over at Beau and see he’s watching me, this longing expression on his face. “Thank you for bringing me here,” I say and smile.
“It’s almost as beautiful as you are.”
Any other time, and from any other guy, I would’ve thought it was a clichéd saying, but hearing Beau say it to me makes me feel pretty damn special.
He is in front of me a second later, his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. My breasts press against his chest. I feel his body heat through our clothes and instantly become wet. Even though I am sore from last night, I want him.
I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, rising on my toes and pressing my lips to his. I don’t think about anything else except showing Beau how much I care for him, how much I love him.
He gives me a small kiss on the lips, but before anything can become hotter he takes a step back, to my disappointment. And then, surprising me, he starts undressing. Before I know it he is naked, his erection prominent. He gives me a half smirk and I feel my heart flutter.
He is big and strong, with muscles that are defined, and with boyish good looks that make him seem like he’s not the bad boy I know he is. It’s that rebellious streak that I love.
“Go on, baby. Get undressed so we can see how cold the water is.”
Although it stormed last night, the air is surprisingly warm. But I have doubts on if the water matches that. I know that shit is probably ice cold. I look over at the lake, and although it looks beautiful, the truth is I don’t care how cold it is. It can be freezing and I’ll still want to go in with Beau.
I turn back toward him and smile, quickly undressing myself.
Before I know what he is doing, Beau is in front of me again, his arms wrapped around my body, and he easily lifts me as if I weigh nothing. He has us in the water seconds later. I scream out, the chill so sudden that my entire body tenses.
I can hear him laughing, and I push away from him, scowling. He splashes water at me and I sputter as it hits me in the face. I can’t help but laugh in return. For the next ten minutes we do nothing but swim around, occasionally splashing each other, but overall just having a fun time. I can’t remember the last time I felt so free, so happy.
Beau is in front of me and pulls me close to his body. His body heat seeps into mine and I sigh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I can feel how hard he is, his erection pressing right between my legs.
“I’m never letting you go,” he says softly right beside my ear. I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.
“I don’t want you to.”
Chapter 14
Beau
The ride back home is quiet. Lexi is obviously as lost in her thoughts as I am mine. I’m nervous as fucking hell, to be honest. Everything was perfect on the mountain. Lexi was mine and nothing else mattered.
What happens now?
Will Lexi still be proud to call me hers once we get back to reality? Her family will never think I’m good enough for her. Fuck, it’s probably a good thing Brooks is still overseas. If he were here he’d no doubt kill me for just knowing I looked at Lexi the “wrong way.” I’m not exactly the high-class type of man her friends mess with either. Will Lexi be ashamed of me?
I need to quit being a damn pussy and just talk to her. You would think I’ve lost my balls. I pull into Lexi’s drive, shut the engine off and just stare at her garage door. I undo my seatbelt and from the sounds, I can hear Lexi doing the same. Still, neither of us talk for long moments. Lexi is finally the first to break the silence.
“I’m sorry about my car. I didn’t mean to be a problem for you,” she murmurs.
“It’s not your fault you had a flat, baby girl. You really do need to always have a spare, though. What if you had been out alone? There’s no cellphone signal up there.” Shit. I sound grouchy as hell. It’s just that the thought of her being stranded in the middle of nowhere scares the hell out of me. She needs to be more careful. “Besides, I wanted to drive you.”
“You don’t really seem like it, Beau. Has something changed?”
I turn to look at her—really look at her. That’s when I see the same fear on her
face that I’m feeling, and I feel like a chump. I turn into her, pulling her up on my lap—which isn’t easy because of the steering wheel, but I manage.
“Absolutely nothing has changed for me, Lexi. I’m actually more worried about you changing your mind. Things might look different for you here than they did on the mountain, when it was just the two of us,” I confess. I gently tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her head back so she looks me in the eyes, so she knows I’m fucking serious. Her pulse beats against my palm. That, combined with the feel of her warm skin, seems to center me.
“You’re being silly, Beau. I’ve loved you for years, even when you barely spoke to me. Do you really think that would change now that we’re together?” she whispers softly. I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her in closer. I close my eyes, breathing her scent in.
“I’ve been a fool, a stupid fool,” I groan.
She pulls back to look at me, her beautiful face smiling and, as hokey as it sounds, it’s like the stars have been captured in her eyes. She’s so beautiful… she’s everything.
“I know how you can make it up to me, Beau,” she says with a naughty little smile and a blush that makes my dick push against the zipper of my jeans.
“How’s that?”
“Stay with me tonight. Don’t leave.”
“What about your car?”
“We can go get it tomorrow, or I’ll send Triple A. Right now the only thing I want is you in my bed and…”
“Say it, Lexi,” I order roughly, my hand palming her breast as her body rocks teasingly against me.
