Sweet Renegade

by Large, Andria

  After all of the guys sign the CDs, they all crowd together for a picture. That damn Anita chick plastered herself up against Beau, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her hand on his stomach. I am damn near ready to go over there and pull her off him by her hair. And Beau seems to find it funny since he’s been silently laughing at me the whole time. I can see the amusement in his eyes every time he glances my way. I might just have to teach him a lesson when we get back to the hotel.

  *Beau*

  I can tell that Lizette is still a little green from the meet and greet with the fans. I find it quite funny that she gets jealous over a couple of excited fans. She should know that she has nothing to worry about. Tonight, I’m going to go to her room, but first I have to have a chat with Ace about what’s going on between Lizette and me. He comes back to my room with me after we hang out at a bar for a few hours after dinner. Lizette left all of us after dinner, saying that she needed to get some work done back at her hotel room.

  I explain the situation to Ace. He’s not happy about it, but he gets it. He knows how long I’ve wanted to be with Lizette. Thankfully, he doesn’t stay too long. After he leaves, I grab a few things and head down the hall to Lizette’s room. I knock on her door and wait for her to answer. She takes a couple of minutes but finally opens the door – in her bra and panties. My eyes almost bug out of my head. I immediately step into the room, forcing her back and shut the door.

  “Are you insane? What if someone else was out there with me and saw you practically naked?” I squawk.

  She raises an eyebrow at me before she turns and saunters toward the bed. The hard on is instantaneous. I set my clothes on the dresser then follow her over to the bed. She sits down on the end of it and leans back on her hands. I stop in front of her and look down at her. I reach out, take a lock of her blonde hair that is sitting on her shoulder and twirl it around my finger.

  “Is this about earlier, Sugar? Cause you should know that you have no reason to be jealous,” I say, giving her hair a little tug.

  “I know,” she smirks. “I just wanted to get you back a little bit for thinking it was funny.”

  I chuckle softly. “It was funny. You are so hell bent on being professional, so to see you come undone a little, tickled my funny bone.”

  Her eyes instantly turn heated. “Looks like you’ve got another bone that I can tickle,” she purrs as she reaches out and rubs me through my jeans.

  “Mmm, I do,” I murmur.

  I lean down and capture her lush lips as I push her down to the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I slip an arm around her waist and lift her so that I can crawl onto the bed, moving her farther up onto the bed as I go. As soon as I put her down, her hands find the fly of my jeans. I pull away from her mouth, only to tear my shirt over my head before I’m back making sure that she knows who she belongs to. She is mine and I am hers. I don’t want anyone else. I will make sure she knows that tonight.

  My jeans are shoved off my hips and I do my best to kick them away while ravaging her mouth. Once the jeans are gone, I drop my body down on top of hers. We both moan at the skin-to-skin contact. Her spread legs cradle my hips as we rub and grind against each other. I growl in frustration at the underwear barrier between us. I push up to my knees and make quick work of taking off her bra and panties. My briefs are the next to go. She grabs the back of my neck and yanks me down, crushing her lips to mine. Oh man, I’ve never felt this kind of passion and raw need before. And I don’t think I’ve felt this level of demand from any other girl I’ve ever been with. Lizette wants me and she’s letting me fucking know.

  I’m still on my hands and knees when her hand finds my cock. She wraps her hand around me and squeezes as she strokes. I groan into her mouth. I curl my fingers into the sheets as I drag my mouth down to her neck. I bite out a curse when she reaches down to give my balls a little tug. I’m so ready to be inside of her again. My stomach flutters nervously. I know I’m not a virgin anymore, but I’m still new at this and she was in complete control last night. I want to be on top this time, but I’m not exactly sure of what to do. Shut up, Beau, you know where to stick it. Asshole, I meant I’m not sure of how to move. I don’t want to be boring, just thrusting back and forth with nothing else.

  I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t even hear Lizette tear open a condom. I only realize that she has it when she rolls it on me. I lift my head and look down at what she’s doing.

  “Where did that come from?” I chuckle, bringing my eyes up to hers.

  She winks at me. “I’m sneaky like that.”

  I smile for a moment before it fades. I open my mouth to say something to her but she shushes me. “Don’t over think it, just do what feels good,” she whispers as if she could read my thoughts.

  I nod and take a deep breath. I lower myself so that we are skin to skin again. I love the feel of her soft body against my harder one. I use one hand to position myself at her core and slowly push my way in. She moans and I let out a ragged breath. Damn, she feels so good. I gather her up in my arms, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She seems to understand what I need and snakes her arms around me in return. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck and moan when I am fully inside of her.

  I slowly pull back, loving the feel of it. I push back in a little faster than before and Lizette lets out a gasp. I smile against her neck, glad that I can make her feel good. After a couple of minutes of going slow and steady, Lizette pushes me up, making me straighten up to my knees.

  “I want you to watch,” she breathes. “Watch yourself as you make love to me.”

  I swear I just died. She did not just say that. I hesitate to do what she says, but I eventually look down at where our bodies join. All of the air leaves my body. Holy fucking shit that is the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen. I grab onto her hips, holding her while I watch my cock disappear inside of her. My breath is now coming in short pants and my abs tighten. I know that I’m not going to last much longer, but I want her to come first. Her hips are moving in time with my thrusts and her arms are slung over her head. Her eyes are locked on my face, but I can’t look away from where we are connected.

  “Faster, Beau,” she moans.

  I do as she asks and pick up speed. She cries out and grips the pillow under her head. I lift my eyes for a moment to see her perfect tits bouncing in time with our rhythm. Beautiful. She is just absolutely beautiful. Our eyes meet and she smiles. Fuck, I love her. I bend back over her to kiss that smile off her face. I keep one hand on her hip while the other holds my weight above her.

  Her moaning becomes more frequent and I can feel her body starting to tremble. I can only assume that she’s getting close. I’m no expert, but I think those are clear signs. She brings her hands down and around to grip my ass, where she digs her nails in and pulls me deeper with every thrust. God damn!

  “Lizzie…baby, I can’t hold out any longer…” I gasp.

  “It’s okay, don’t hold back, I’m really close,” she pants.

  I tuck my face back into her neck as I slam into her a few more times. I come hard on a strangled cry, but her neck muffles it. Her body arches under me and she screams as her walls clamp down around me. I pump into her a couple more times for her sake, which actually makes her gasp and clutch me tighter from both inside and out.

  I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing heavy, our bodies covered in sweat. For me, that was incredible. I force myself up to my elbows and look down at her. She looks stunning in her post-sexual bliss. I smooth my hand over her hair and kiss her cheek. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted, her body is completely relaxed under mine.

  “Did I do okay?” I ask, feeling a bit vulnerable at the moment.

  She drags her eyes open and looks up at me with her bright greens, smiling lazily. “Beau, you’re a natural. That was fantastic.”

  I grin like a fool. Well, shit, if that doesn’t inflate a man’s ego, then n
othing will. “Really?”

  She nods. “Yes, really, it was so fucking good,” she replies sincerely, cupping my face with her hand.

  She leans up and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips. I feel so much better now that I know that I did a good job pleasing her. After we separate and clean up, we get back into her bed. I pull her into my arms and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Eight

  *Beau*

  I wait patiently behind Lizette as she searches for her keys to her condo. We are finally back in New York. Our flight got delayed and then cancelled, so we ended up having to take a red-eye back. It is now four in the morning and I am beat. Lizette agreed to let me stay at her condo since it is closer than mine. All I wants to do is sleep. And snuggle. And maybe make love to my girlfriend in the morning.

  Lizette gets the door open and steps inside the dark condo. I follow. We place our bags along the wall in the entryway before moving into the living room. Lizette whispers something about getting a drink as she slips into the kitchen. I yawn and stretch as I watch her, my back to the rest of the living room and hallway that leads to the bedrooms.

  I start to get this weird feeling that someone is watching me. Knowing that it’s not Lizette, I turn around. Lizette’s brother, Dennis, is standing directly behind me. I jump and yelp in surprise, never having heard him approach. I am about to say something to him, but I notice the look in his eyes. Oh fuck! His eyes look deadened and his face is eerily blank, no emotion anywhere. He looks fucking scary as shit. It hits me that he is possibly in the middle of a flashback, given his history.

  “Dennis?” I ask cautiously.

  “Where is she?” Dennis replies, his voice low and deadly.

  His overgrown hair and his scruffy face are not helping him look any less threatening; if anything, it makes him look deadly. My heart starts to pound. Dennis is definitely not in the here and now; there is no recognition in his eyes at all. I don’t know what to say, I don’t want to make the situation worse by saying the wrong thing. And who knows what will be a trigger for the former Marine in front of me.

  “Denny?” I hear Lizette ask from behind me, but Dennis’ eyes never leave mine.

  “I asked you a question,” he barks.

  “Dennis, I’m Beau, Lizette’s boyfriend, remember?” I say, hoping that’s a safe thing to say.

  Something flashes in his green eyes, but it’s not good. He moves so fast that I don’t even have a chance to fight back. My legs are kicked out from under me and I have no choice but to go down hard with Dennis following me down. My breath whooshes out of me and I can’t breathe as Dennis lands over me, straddling my chest, his knees on my arms, rendering me completely helpless. I swear the move was something straight out of an action movie. For a guy who is missing part of his leg, he moves pretty damn quickly. Dennis has a hand on my throat while the other is pressing the barrel of a gun into my cheek. I didn’t even know he had a gun in his hand until the cold steel touched my face. The man is solid muscle, probably weighing the same if not more than me. I try to lift my arms and buck my body to dislodge him, but it’s no use, he doesn’t even budge.

  “Dennis! No!” Lizette cries from somewhere behind me, but I can’t see her. I can’t see anything but the menacing look on Dennis’ face. I hope she stays where she is and out of harms way.

  “Where are you keeping her?” Dennis snarls in my face.

  My mouth works but nothing comes out. The sheer terror racing through my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The man on top of me could kill me in an instant and have little or no knowledge of it afterward. The hand at my throat tightens, making it harder to breathe. If I could bring my hands up, I’d be grabbing onto his wrist right about now. I buck under him again to try to dislodge him, but he is unmoving.

  “Dennis…Dennis, please don’t hurt him, I’m begging you,” Lizette pleads. The fear in her voice does nothing to calm me. If she’s scared, then I have every right to be scared. And I am, like shit-in-my-pants scared.

  “WHERE IS SHE!” Dennis bellows in my face. I can feel the rage and hatred rolling off him in waves. This is not going to end well for me. I can feel it.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and fight to control my breathing before I hyperventilate and pass the fuck out. It doesn’t help that I can barely breathe to begin with because of the hold he has on my throat. I can see spots dancing across Dennis’ face, so I know my brain is not getting enough oxygen already.

  “She’s in the kitchen, Dennis,” I wheeze as best I can.

  The gun digs farther into my cheekbone and I can’t help but wince at the pain. I will definitely have a bruise if I make it out of this alive.

  “LIAR! You better tell me where my wife is right fucking now before I blow your head off!” Dennis shouts, his voice seething with hate and disgust.

  My eyes fly open. “Wife?” Both Lizette and I ask at the same time.

  “You killed her, didn’t you?” Dennis rasps. The raw devastation in his tone breaks my heart into a million pieces. “You killed her.”

  “Dennis, it’s Beau, you’re in New York,” I try as calmly as possible, but I can feel my panic rising.

  Dennis doesn’t seem to hear me and instead continues to grill me with questions about his wife. I can feel that this whole situation is boiling up to the point where I have no doubt that Dennis is going to pull the trigger and I’m going to die in front of Lizette. And then Lizette will have to live with the guilt that her brother shot me. I close my eyes again and say a silent pray for my mother; I hope that she will be understanding toward Lizette when she finds out what happened to me. I don’t want her to hate Lizette for this because it is not her fault; she has no control over her brother. He’s not even living in the present right now.

  “Open your eyes, motherfucker! I want you to look at me when I pull this fucking trigger!”

  I drag my eyes open in hopes that Dennis can see the plea in them. I pull in as deep a breath I can get and hold it. This is it. This is the end. My girlfriend’s brother is going to end my life. A life that I’m not done living. I can hear Lizette crying and pleading with Dennis, but he hasn’t even acknowledged her once. I glance down at the gun pressing into my cheek and I can see Dennis’ finger pulling back the trigger. Holy fucking Christ! I don’t want to die like this! I buck under him again, fighting to get away. Dennis clamps his hand down tighter on my throat and drops more of his weight on me. Jesus, he was holding some back?

  “Dennis! Please don’t kill me!” I plead for my life, tears streaming down my face.

  Click.

  Click…click…click.

  My eyes flip back up to Dennis’. The man is looking at his gun in confusion. He removes it from my face and takes his hand off my neck so that he can pop out the magazine. He frowns when he sees that there are no bullets in it. He then drops it and pulls back the slide to look into the barrel. No bullet. I blow out a relieved breath. Oh, thank the fucking lord!

  “Why are there no bullets in my gun? That’s not right,” he murmurs to himself.

  Dennis blinks at his gun for a moment, trying to understand what is going on before he glances down at me. He blinks a few more times, looking confused, before I see recognition flash in his eyes. He looks at his gun then back at me one more time before his eyes widen in horror.

  “Oh fuck,” he rasps, his voice pained as he realizes what just happened.

  He quickly scrambles off me, his back hitting a wall, stopping him from going any farther. I suck in a full breath for the first time since he attacked me. Dennis lets the gun fall from his hand and clatter onto the floor next to him. I lie there gasping, staring up at the ceiling, tears still running down my temples and into my hair. I cannot believe how close I came to dying a few seconds ago.

  Lizette runs to me, dropping to her knees next to me, her hands immediately cupping my face. Tears are flowing freely down her cheeks as her eyes scan over me. A sob escapes her as she pulls me into a tight hug, her
neck buried in mine. I push up to an elbow and wrap my free arm around her, pulling her close.

  “It’s okay, I’m okay,” I whisper to her.

  Lizette pulls back, cupping my face again before placing a tender kiss on my lips. She then sits back on her heels, her hands falling from my face as she turns to look back at her brother. Dennis is sitting against the wall, knees bent, chin to chest with his fingers laced behind his head. I can practically feel the agony and guilt coming off him. I give Lizette’s hand a reassuring squeeze before I crawl over to him and sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around the tortured man’s trembling shoulders.

  Dennis shakes his head. “I can’t…I can’t do this anymore…”

  “Do what?” I ask softly.

  “Live,” Dennis chokes.

  Lizette gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “Denny!” she cries, fresh tears rolling down her face. “Don’t say that!”

  Dennis lifts his head and pins Lizette with a disgusted glare. “If I had kept bullets in that gun, your boyfriend’s brains would be splattered all over your fucking floor right now!” he snaps.