Sucking my breath in, I bite my bottom lip. “Beaumont, you can’t base your sobriety on me, on us, you can’t do that. That’s too much pressure on me.”
He shakes his head. “Not like that, Hutton. I would never do that to you. I’m just saying, this is too important for me to screw up and fall off the wagon. Sixteen weeks and then I’m taking a long time off, making a new album and spending time with you.”
Beaumont lifts his hand, sliding up my arm slowly, leaving a wave of goosebumps in its wake. He wraps his fingers around the side of my neck, then shifts them to the back and twists them in my hair. He gently tugs my head back, exposing my neck, but doesn’t make a move to kiss me immediately.
“Sixteen weeks, four months,” I breathe.
He hums, dipping his chin as his mouth touches the center of my throat. “You can come and visit me anytime you want. I’ll fly you and Laurie out,” he offers.
“Beaumont,” I hiss as his tongue tastes me, then his teeth nip my skin.
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening in my hair as he lifts his head.
“Darlin’?”
God, the way he says it. His voice full of desire, want, need and the huskiness that fills the room causes me to press my thighs together. I shouldn’t want him. I’m too sore, too worried about the future, too everything. I do though. I want every part of him to swallow every part of me whole.
“I just…”
His lips tip into a cocky smirk and he chuckles as he lowers his face, closing the distance between us again.
“This is good, Hutton. Between us, this will work. Swear to fuck, we will make this work. I don’t want to lose you again.”
His words, he means them, and I want them to be true, but part of me is still holding back. I can’t take a blind leap, not when it comes to him, no matter how badly I want to. Instead of saying that, though, I rise to the balls of my feet and press my mouth against his.
He uses his grip in my hair to shift my head, forcing it to slant to the side, then he takes the kiss even deeper. I whimper at the feel of his tongue as it fills my mouth. Opening wider, I take even more of him inside of me, wishing that it was his dick filling me instead of his tongue in my mouth.
His feet walk me backward, the backs of my knees hit the bed and I whimper as I fall back against the soft mattress. His heavy weight is on top of me, his mouth never breaking the kiss. I widen my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing him even closer to me.
Lifting my hips, I moan as the hard length beneath his jeans presses against the wet center of my own. He grunts, rolling his hips one more time before he releases my hair. He wrenches his mouth from mine and removes his weight from my body.
“Beau?” I ask, lifting to my elbows as I look at him standing in front of me.
He’s panting, attempting to catch his breath, his dark eyes practically black and completely glittering liquid as he stares down at me. Sitting up a little more, I reach for him, my fingers grasping the hem of his shirt.
Pressing my lips together, I run my fingers over his washboard abs, wondering what kind of workouts he’s had to do to get these, then wondering if he would let me watch next time.
“Hutton,” he warns when my fingers drift beneath the waistband of his jeans but don’t dip very far.
“It’s no secret that I want you,” I whisper as I tug on the button of his jeans, popping it free.
Beaumont reaches for my hands, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. “We’re good?” he asks. “I’m proposing a commitment between us, that means I’m gone for sixteen weeks, but you’re mine. Nobody else gets in here, Hutton.”
I almost snort at his words, then decide that they piss me off. “Thinking you don’t have to worry about me so much, Beau,” I snap, tugging my hand free of his grasp.
His lips twitch into a smirk, and he shakes his head as he reaches for the back of his shirt and slowly drags the soft cotton material over his head and arms before he tosses it to the side.
Standing in front of me, his entire chest on display and the button of his jeans popped open, I forget why I’m irritated with him. He reaches for me, cupping my cheek.
“No women for me. No men for you,” he murmurs.
The irritation immediately returns. “Beaumont, once again, I’m not the one that needs a reminder. I’ve had a total of three lovers since you broke up with me,” I inform, then press my lips together as my eyes widen, unbelieving that I’ve said those words aloud.
Beaumont freezes, his eyes even wider than mine, which I didn’t think was possible. “Hutton?”
Sighing, I shift my gaze to the side to look down at my floor. Unfortunately, his hand is still on my cheek and he guides my gaze back over to him. Lifting my eyes from his crotch to his face, I grimace.
“How?” he asks.
I shrug, not wanting to answer him now, or maybe ever. But judging by the way he’s staring at me and he’s no longer taking his clothes off, I assume he wants to talk about this before we get down to business.
Honestly, I just want to get down to business. Before him, I hadn’t had good business in a loooong time and I need it as much as possible before he leaves.
“I’m frigid,” I grind out.
I haven’t said the words aloud in years, but they are always there in the back of my mind. Two of the three lovers said it to me, and the last one, that was the last time I even tried to date or have sex with someone before Beaumont came barreling into my life again.
That word.
It just broke something inside of me. Until Beaumont came into my life, he woke something up, or maybe he’s just so good that he didn’t notice that and he’s distracted me so much that I haven’t been able to think about it. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t know how much I care either. He makes me feel amazing.
Before I can say anything else, he bursts out laughing. “Who told you that shit?” he asks.
“Does it matter?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Not anymore, but just to say. They lied, darlin’ girl. You are soft and sweet, you’re shy, but one thing you are not is frigid, not even when you were a virgin. Fuck me, you’ve always been the hottest woman I’ve ever been with.”
“You don’t have to lie because you have feelings for me,” I whisper.
Beaumont reaches out, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and grasps the strands of my hair between his fingers, tugging my head back and forcing my neck to arch so that I can look nowhere but up and into his eyes.
“Never would I lie to you, Hutton. We’ve established that. Those guys said that because they probably didn’t know what the fuck they were doing so they wanted you to feel bad about yourself. But it just simply ain’t true.”
“Beau,” I exhale.
“Tellin’ you the truth, Hutton. You’re the best I’ve ever had. You aren’t frigid. Trust me when I tell you that I would not have been jackin’ off to the memory of you for a fuckin’ decade, if you were.”
I can’t say anything else, because he won’t let me. His lips smash against mine and he takes me in a hard, bruising, claiming kiss.
I let him.
I let all of him consume every piece of me, because whether I like it or not, whether I’m ready for it or not, I am simply falling deep into him. If I were woman enough, I would just admit to myself that I love him.
Chapter Seventeen
BEAUMONT
Frigid.
The word makes me laugh, but I don’t. Hutton is obviously upset by it, but she has to know deep down that she is anything but that. Slowly, keeping my gaze connected to hers, I strip her out of her clothes. I need her naked, I need her hot and ready for me—I just need her.
I almost whimper when she’s completely bared for me, sinking to my knees in front of her, I wrap my fingers around the insides of her thighs. Gripping her flesh, I spread her legs wide, inhaling her scent before I touch my lips to her clit.
“Beau,” she sighs, he
r hand immediately diving into my hair, yanking the strands and holding on tight to me.
This, I’ll never get tired of. Feeling her fingers in my hair, gripping me, her hips shifting with need, her pussy’s scent. All of it, it’s overwhelming it’s so fucking good. Sliding my tongue through her, I taste every fucking inch of her.
Hutton lifts her hips, moaning as she tugs me even closer by my hair. Sucking her clit between my lips, I flick the sensitive bundle as I keep my eyes focused on her. She’s still sitting up slightly, resting back on her elbows as her eyes look down at me through hooded lids.
Unzipping my jeans, I shove them down, feeling my cock strain and ache with need. Wrapping my fist around my dick, I squeeze as I grip her thigh tightly with one hand and eat that cunt like a starving man.
“Beau, oh God,” she cries softly as her thighs shake.
I watch as she tilts her head to the side, watching me stroke my cock while I eat her. Her taste floods my tongue, obviously enjoying the show. I grin, gently nipping her clit before I shift and fill her pussy with my tongue.
I fuck her in tandem with stroking my dick, meanwhile, her eyes stay locked on my cock, mine stay glued to hers, flicking down to her tits every so often. Her hips lift, begging for more, as her pussy flutters around my tongue.
I’m not ready for her to come yet, while I love the way her cum tastes, I want to feel her squeeze my dick tonight. Moving up to her clit, I suck on her, flicking her a few more times before I shift back to my haunches and slowly straighten in front of her.
Hutton’s hand falls away from my hair as I stand, though my fingers still grip her thigh. Giving her a squeeze, I release my hold on her. Jerking my chin, I give her silent instruction to scoot back on the bed.
Thankfully, she does. I waste no time crawling between those gorgeous thighs. Gripping my fingers around them again. I spread her wide until I hear her hiss. I lift her hands, wrapping her fingers around my wrists and holding onto me.
Guiding my dick against her wet opening, I lift my eyes from our connection to meet hers. Her chest is rising and falling with her labored breaths. Her fingers are gripping my wrists tightly, but her eyes are what has me completely captivated.
They’re so green that they look almost jade. Sinking inside of her, I clench my jaw as I breathe out of my nose until I’m completely buried in her warm body. She’s so wet and tight, feels so fucking good that I could blow my load right here and now.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath before letting it out.
“Beaumont?”
She sounds unsure, maybe a little uneasy. Opening my eyes, I keep one hand around the inside of her thigh, but lift the other one to cup her jaw. Using my thumb, I slide the pad along her bottom lip. Hutton slips her tongue out to taste my skin, which sends a shiver up my spine.
“Not a single ounce of you is frigid, darlin’ girl. What you are, is the sexiest woman I’ve ever had.”
She makes a noise of protest in the back of her throat, but I don’t let her voice her words. Slamming my mouth against hers, I fill that protesting mouth with my tongue and fuck her. I fill my woman, rolling my hips to hit that aching clit with each stroke.
Unable to hold back my moan, she swallows my sounds as I climb closer toward my own climax. Hutton lifts one of her legs, wrapping it around my waist as she rolls her own hips to meet mine.
Growling, I suck on her bottom lip, nipping her slightly as I continue to fuck her. My control is gone as I become lost inside of her. Grunting, I slam against her, lifting my head from hers and looking down into those jade green eyes.
“Come, Hutton. I need to feel you,” I practically beg.
She nods, her nostrils flaring as she meets me stroke for stroke lifting her hips.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my back tingles.
My balls draw up and thankfully her body stiffens as she lets out a small sharp cry. Her cunt squeezes me hard, clamping down like a goddamn vise. Driving my cock deep inside of her, I bury my face against her neck and let out my own groan as I come inside of her body.
Hutton’s arms wrap around my shoulders and she holds on as my body jerks and bucks above her, my cock twitching inside of her as I empty myself.
Keeping my mouth against her neck, I lazily slide in and out of her body, enjoying the way our combined climaxes feel. Hutton’s hands begin slowly gliding up and down my back, her nails gently scratching me.
Sucking on her skin, I lick her then lift my head to look down into those green eyes that hold me goddamn hostage.
“Best I’ve ever had, Hutton. Hottest, sweetest tasting, tightest. Just fuckin’ best cunt I’ve ever been inside of, darlin’,” I rasp.
Her face turns fifteen shades of red at my words. “You’re dirty,” she breathes.
Rolling my hips, I hear her breath hitch as a small smile plays on her lips. “You like it. No, you fucking love it,” I grin.
Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers before I regretfully pull out of her, rolling onto my back. She starts to roll away from me, but I reach out and curl her against my side.
“I need to go clean up,” she whispers.
I snort. “Nope.”
“What?”
Humming, I look down at her as she lifts her gaze to meet mine. “Want to feel my cum leaking out of you.” I smile.
“Beaumont,” she admonishes, wrinkling her nose.
Touching my lips to that cute as fuck nose, I lie back on the bed, reaching down to grab the back of her knee and force her leg higher, wrapping it around my hip.
“Want to feel my cum, Hutton. You’re mine and I want to feel it all, it’s so damn sexy,” I murmur.
“It’s not.”
Looking down at her, my lips twitch. “Trust me, it is.”
“How?”
“Me inside of you is sexy as shit, every fucking time. You taking me inside of you, goddamn it’s unbeatable.”
She presses her lips together as her eyes widen. Hutton nods, then curls closer to me. Reaching between us, I slide two fingers inside of her, gathering our combined cum, then lift my hand between us.
Rolling her onto her back, I shift between her legs, using my wet fingers, I paint her nipples with our combined wetness.
Hutton reaches out, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. Just when I think that she’s going to push me away, she tugs my fingers to her lips and I watch in awe as she sucks them inside of her mouth. I can’t hold back the moan as she cleans my fingers off with her tongue. She releases my fingers, letting her hand fall away as her eyes stay focused on mine.
“Sexiest woman I’ve ever had,” I breathe.
Her lips tip in a small smile, but she only shakes her head a couple of times. Leaning down, I touch my lips to hers.
“Wish I could keep you painted with my cum,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Next time,” she whispers.
Fuck me.
Sexy.
HUTTON
My eyes slowly flutter open. Checking my clock, I see that it’s well past two in the morning. Reaching over, I find the bed sheets are cold. It shouldn’t surprise me that Beaumont is awake and not asleep beside me. I don’t think he’s actually slept beside me either time we’ve spent the night together.
Sliding out of the bed, I find his t-shirt on the floor from last night and tug it on over my head. Shoving my arms through the holes, I fluff out my hot mess hair and shuffle out of the room.
I listen for the sound of movement in the house, but it’s just as eerily quiet as his place was when I woke up without him next to me. Except, I know that I don’t have a soundproof studio, so I know that he’s not playing his guitar anywhere inside my house.
Stopping, I turn my head and see the back of his neck out on my porch. His head is tipped down, but I don’t walk outside immediately. Instead, I stand in front of the closed glass door and watch him.
He leans over and writes something down on the notepad that’s on the table, then turns in his seat again, facing the
dark yard before he dips his chin and nods his head once.
I watch as a small plume of smoke rises to the sky, and it has me frowning. He didn’t smoke at all while we ate dinner, after we made love, nothing, until he was out here alone. Then I remember he was smoking in his studio too.
Slowly opening the door, I close it behind me then make my way toward him. The haunting sound of his guitar fills the night air. I didn’t even know that he had it with him, but the melody, it’s slow and dark.
“Do you like it?” he asks, not looking back at me.
“It sounds dark, like your other one,” I admit, walking closer toward his side.
He lifts his head, his hair hanging down over his forehead, his cigarette balanced between his lips. His dark eyes meet mine and they twinkle in the moonlight. Right now, he looks more at peace than I’ve ever seen him before.
This music, this is what soothes his soul, and it’s so beautiful that it almost takes my breath away just to witness it in its rawness.
“It’s a song about losing yourself.”
“To love?”
He smirks, then shakes his head. “To the life around you. To the expectations you have of yourself, the expectations other people have of you. Drowning in that until you wake up one day and don’t know who the person is staring back at you in the mirror.”
“Sounds awful, but relatable,” I whisper.
He nods, taking the cigarette out of his mouth before he leans over and stubs it out on the concrete. I watch as he sets his guitar down on the small table then lifts his chin toward me before he drops it to his lap. The same move from the other night.
“Do you always smoke?” I ask as I sink down on his thigh.
Beaumont reaches down, gathering my legs, then brings them over his other knee. Turning toward him, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and look into those dark eyes that I’ve started to fall in love with.
“Only when I’m working,” he murmurs.
“Because you used to drink?”
He nods, leaning forward and touching his mouth with mine. “Turn around. I want you to ride me, darlin’,” he murmurs against my lips.
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