FRAUD: An Unfit Hero Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  “Beaumont,” I gasp.

  “Leavin’ soon, need to fuck you as many times as I can.”

  “Why?” I hiss when his hand dives between my legs and I feel his fingers slide through my sore center.

  He hums, his lips moving down my jaw, then behind my ear and I shiver as he sucks on the skin there.

  “Because I mean it when I say that you’re the best I ever had, Hutton. I want you as often as possible. Just the thought of not being inside of you every day has me on fucking edge.”

  Turning around, I straddle his thighs. Cupping his cheeks, I force his head back so that I can look into his eyes.

  “Don’t trade one addiction for another, Beaumont,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head, his fingers gripping the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and quickly pulls it off of me, forcing my hands to leave his face. His jaw is clenched as he looks into my eyes and he leans forward, touching his lips to my nipple.

  I moan when his tongue swirls the tip, then he sucks my nipple and half of my breast into his mouth before he releases me. His fingers dance up the center of my spine before they tangle in my hair, then tug my head back.

  “You’re an addiction all right, but it feels nothing like needing a drink. I want you because you’re mine, not for any other reason. I’m falling for you, fell ten years ago, Hutton. I have you now, I won’t let you go, not ever.”

  His voice is a low husky rumble against my skin as he kisses over to my other breast. My fingers slide through the strands of his hair and I grip him, forcing his head back to look into my eyes.

  “I want you healthy,” I state.

  He nods. “I’m healthy, Hutton. Now take my cock out and ride me until we both come.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  HUTTON

  My eyes open and I let out a gasp when I feel a warm hand squeeze my breast. Beaumont’s lips graze the side of my neck as his hips thrust forward and I feel his hard length between the cheeks of my backside.

  “Mornin’, darlin’ girl,” he murmurs against my skin.

  “How are you awake?” I breathe as he shifts, slipping his knee between my legs and pressing his thigh against my sore center.

  “You know I don’t sleep much, never really have. My brain doesn’t shut down,” he mutters huskily against my neck, his thigh shifting against my center at the same time his hips continue to roll his cock between my cheeks.

  Biting the corner of my lip, I pinch my eyes closed and lift my leg, wrapping my foot around the back of Beaumont’s thigh. His fingers dance over my hip, sliding down to my center and touch my clit.

  My entire body shakes with anticipation, knowing that it’s going to be slightly uncomfortable at first because of how tender I am, but that he will make it all worth it in the end.

  He does.

  Always.

  When he fills me from behind, I let out a long sigh. His mouth sucks on the side of my neck, his hand wraps around my breast, toying and pinching my nipple while the other strums my clit in a way that I know my orgasm will come quick and hard.

  We don’t speak.

  I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back and just feel the way he touches me. He’s surrounding me, all of him touching all of me. I don’t ever want to forget how I feel right now. How he makes me feel.

  Loved.

  In love.

  I love him.

  I’m scared to death.

  Just like I expect, my orgasm rushes through me like a freight train. My entire body quakes in his arms, my eyes roll in the back of my head as I let out a heavy sigh of contentment. That’s what I am when I’m in Beau’s arms—content.

  He thrusts his hips, slamming against my ass with several more thrusts before he buries himself deep, then I feel him twitch and his release fills me. His fingers grip my breast tightly, the other hand freezing against my clit as he climaxes.

  Beaumont lets out a long breath against my neck before he nips me there. Slowly he shifts, his length slipping from inside of me. Without another word, he rolls me over to face him. Side to side, we look into each other’s eyes.

  I simply get lost in his dark gaze almost immediately. He smiles, reaching up and tucking some hair behind my ear.

  “How am I going to function without you, now that I have you?” he asks softly.

  I hum, leaning forward and touching my lips to his. “Sixteen weeks is a long time, but I’ll be here when you’re finished. When you’re ready to come home and relax.”

  His hand moves to my cheek, his warm palm cups me as his eyes search mine. “If I could get away with bringing you for the entire time, if you would close up shop, I’d pay all your bills for four months and I’d keep you at my side,” he rasps.

  “You need to do this on your own, for you, for your health.”

  “I do,” he agrees with a nod. “As long as you come to visit me. I’ll leave you my current itinerary, you circle the dates you and Laurie want to come and I’ll take care of everything else.”

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to shake my head, but he doesn’t let me. His thumb pulls my lip from between my teeth and he grins.

  “It’s too much,” I whisper.

  His grin widens to a breathtaking smile. “For you? Never. I want you there.”

  “Okay.”

  “Wrote two songs with you sleepin’ in another room, you’re my woman and my muse. Need you with me, Hutton.”

  “Need?” I ask, arching a brow.

  “Want. Need. Crave. Desire. Demand. Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that the world looks a little brighter and makes a bit more sense when I’m with you.” He leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine, but he doesn’t take it away. “And when I’m inside of you, fuckin’ bliss, darlin’ girl.”

  “Beaumont,” I breathe, unable to say anything else.

  I don’t even know what to say about that, mainly because I feel the same way. Then again, I did ten years ago, too. I’m not sure if I can trust my heart, my feelings, but boy do I ever want to. I want this to be as real as it seems.

  Only time will tell.

  I do know that this tour, this will make or break us, of that I have absolutely no doubt.

  “It will,” he says. My eyes widen, unbelieving that I said the words aloud. “You’re really worried about my sobriety.” He says it as a fact, not a question.

  Nodding once, I wonder if I should tell him why. Pressing my lips together, I release them then decide to just say it.

  “My grandparents practically raised me, my parents couldn’t properly because they were alcoholics.”

  His brows furrow, then his chin dips. “You think that I’m going to be like them? That I’m going to abandon you for booze?”

  I love how simplistic his reasoning is, his question is. He doesn’t know what it does to families, drinking. He doesn’t realize that it tore me apart, to my core, to see my parents struggling, slurring, falling down, screaming, throwing things. To not feel safe inside of the place that was supposed to be my home.

  “They didn’t abandon me. Maybe it would have been better if they had. They were drunks, but they were controlling and one thing they loved holding over my MeeMaw and PawPaw’s heads was the fact that they could say when they could and couldn’t see me.”

  “They were manipulative,” he guesses.

  Nodding, I lick my lips. “My mother loved mind games. She got off on it, especially when she was drunk, but even when she was stone-cold sober. My father didn’t give much of a shit what happened as long as my mom wasn’t screaming at him.”

  “We all have demons, Hutton. Every single one of us. Some are bigger and run deeper than others, but we all have them. I know it has to be difficult to know that I’m here, an alcoholic lying beside you, struggling day in and day out to be a better man. I could fall off of the wagon, it could happen at any moment. I don’t want to, I want to be better, but the reality is that I could. I need to know that you can handle that if I do. If you can’t, then I don’t
want to put you through unbearable pain.”

  “How are you this sweet?” I ask.

  He snorts. “I’m not. I’m lying here just as terrified as you are, but for different reasons.”

  “Because you’re afraid I’ll leave and never look back. That I’ll lie and run just like your mother and Chelle did?”

  BEAUMONT

  Sliding my hand around to the back of her head, I pull her close to me, sliding my nose alongside hers.

  “You mean more to me than Chelle ever did, Hutton. So, yeah, I’m scared you’re not going to stay with me. This life that I have, it may seem glamorous, but it’s not. It’s hard.”

  Hutton slides her nose alongside mine, then I feel her lips at my ear. “Nothing easy has ever tasted sweet, Beau. I don’t need easy. I just need you.”

  Rolling us over so that I’m on top of her, she spreads her legs for me and my hips fit snuggly in between her thighs. Placing my palms on either side of her head, I slowly push up, straightening my arms as I look down at her.

  “Well you definitely didn’t pick easy when you set your sights on me, Hutton, but swear to fuck I will do right by you.”

  She smiles softly, the look making her face so fucking sweet looking. Sweeter than anything I’ve ever had before. She lifts her hands, cupping my scruffy cheeks as she watches me, her eyes roaming over my face.

  “I will do right by you, too. I swear.”

  Bending my arms, I drop my head and touch my mouth to hers. She opens, allowing me entrance. The kiss is hot, wet, and heavy which leaves us both breathless by the time her alarm begins to ring.

  “I have to get ready for work,” she whispers against my mouth.

  I grunt, reluctantly rolling off of her.

  “You leave today or tomorrow?”

  “First thing in the morning. I have to stay at my place tonight. Come over after work?” I ask.

  She’s sitting up in bed, her back to me and I watch in awe as she looks over her shoulder, her hair tumbling all around her. Those green eyes light up at my words.

  “You should sleep,” she whispers.

  “You know that I won’t. Come to my place after work?” I ask again.

  “Okay.” She nods.

  I watch her sweet ass as she stands, then continue to watch it walk away from me. She stops right at the bathroom, then turns to me again.

  “I’m going to see my PawPaw this weekend. But I would like to maybe go to a show next week some time?”

  My lips twitch into a smile. “I’ll drop the itinerary off to the salon today, you want some coffee delivered too?”

  Her mouth drops open slightly, then I watch as her pretty puffy lips turn up into a huge smile. “Yeah,” she breathes.

  “You got it, darlin’ girl.”

  Hutton’s face turns pink, then before either of us can say another word, she slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I lie there, listening to the shower for a few moments. I start to climb out of bed to join her when my phone rings.

  I frown at the number that’s calling me, wondering what in the fuck he wants.

  “Robby,” I grunt. “Rumor has it you moved to the city.”

  He grunts. “Almost, not yet. House is on the market if you know anyone that wants to buy it…”

  “What do you want?” I sigh.

  Robby used to be my friend. Hell, I liked the guy a fuck’ve a lot. That is, until his sister went for a ride on the crazy train and took me along as the goddamn caboose.

  “Chelle’s comin’ back into town. She wanted to stay with me, but I told her no. She’s comin’ anyway though,” he explains.

  My entire body freezes, my back stiffens and without even thinking, my eyes fly to the bathroom door. I know that Hutton can’t hear me, can’t hear Robby, but fuck it feels like she can.

  “Why would she do that?” I demand.

  He snorts. “Why does Chelle do anything? Fuck if I know,” he grunts. “All I know is that she called me and said she was fixin’ to leave Charlie for good.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “You don’t think she’d come darkening my door, do you?” I ask.

  There’s a moment of silence and then I hear a feminine voice in the background. “Just a minute, Emily,” Robby murmurs.

  “Heard you hooked up with Exeter’s cousin, I didn’t quite believe it though.”

  He chuckles. “Believe it, man. It’s good though, really good.”

  “I’m glad,” I say and I mean it.

  Just because Chelle is a crazy mean bitch doesn’t mean that I hate Robby. I hate how he covered for her over the years, how he didn’t just fucking tell me when he could have, what she was up to, but I don’t hate him as a person.

  “Anyway. She didn’t say when she’d be in town, but she’ll be back. I don’t know if this’ll mean anything for you, but I just felt like I needed to warn you a little.”

  Clearing my throat, I nod as if he can see me. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you back then. That I wasn’t a better friend.”

  Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of my neck and squeeze. “We were all punk asses back then. I don’t hold it against you anymore, I’ve moved on. I’m doing better now,” I admit.

  “I’m glad. You always deserved better than what she handed you anyway.”

  I hear the bathroom door open and my eyes lift to Hutton. She’s standing in the doorway, a small mint green towel wrapped around her body, her eyes focused on me. My lips twitch into a small smile.

  “I think I finally found it, Robby.”

  “Good.”

  The call ends and I toss my phone on the bed before I close the distance between us.

  “Who was that?” she breathes when I’m close enough to touch her.

  Wrapping my hands around her waist, I tug her against my chest, wishing that the towel wasn’t between us so that I could feel her bare skin against my own.

  “Nobody. Old friend calling to give me some information,” I rasp, lowering my lips to touch hers in a brush.

  “Why do I always want you?” she whispers against my mouth.

  Nipping her bottom lip, I straighten my back and wink down at her. “I’m irresistible, darlin’ girl. You knew that the first time you saw me at the Bluebonnet Festival up on that stage. Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me.”

  She giggles, her big green eyes finding mine and she shakes her head a couple of times. “You are, but you aren’t supposed to actually admit that stuff out loud,” she points out.

  Standing in the bathroom doorway, I shrug a shoulder. “Humility is not my strong point.” I wink, then turn and go inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me as she giggles.

  Locking the door, I face the mirror and the smile dies on my lips. Grasping onto the edge of the counter, I lift my gaze to my reflection.

  Fuck.

  Chelle is coming back. Not that I give a shit about her, because I honestly don’t. What I do give a shit about is the feelings that she brings forward.

  The panic, the fear, the lies, and the betrayals. I’ve spent my entire adulthood convinced that every woman is like her or will be eventually. Why, when I finally decide to give it a shot with Hutton does that fucking bitch have to rear her ugly head?

  What.

  The.

  Fuck?

  My hands shake with the need to take a drink. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, then let it out with a long exhale. It won’t be the tour that will make or break my sobriety, it will be the cunt known as goddamn Chelle.

  Chapter Nineteen

  HUTTON

  Watching Beaumont walk out of the shop after making his delivery, my coffee in hand, along with the keys to his place and his tour schedule for the next sixteen weeks, I let out a breathy sigh.

  “You two are sickening,” Laurie says with a dramatic gag.

  Smiling, I shift my gaze from Beaumont’s ass to look over at her. “I’m not e
ven sorry about that.”

  “And you shouldn’t be.” She winks.

  Shaking my head, I motion for her to come over to the small desk. “Okay,” I begin. “Beaumont said we could come to a couple shows. He offered to fly us out, all we have to do is pick the dates.”

  Laurie doesn’t speak for what feels like five whole minutes. Lifting my head, I look up at her. She’s watching me, her gaze focused on the paper but her lips parted and her eyes wide.

  “Laurie?” I ask.

  She inhales a deep breath, then lets it out in a whoosh. “Have I ever told you that I’m really fucking glad you’re with Beaumont? I mean, seriously? He’s going to fly us to his shows? Me too?”

  Laughing softly, I nod my head. “He offered, made a point to include you. Maybe he doesn’t want me flying alone or maybe he just wants to be on your good side?” I shrug.

  She smirks. “I don’t give a shit what he wants, because this is awesome as hell. Besides, no matter what, I’m always on your side.”

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  “But seriously, I can’t freaking wait to literally party like a rock star,” she squeals.

  I snort, then the seriousness of what she says hits me like a ton of bricks.

  “Wait,” I call.

  She hums, but I can tell she’s not really paying attention to me. She’s lost in her head, thinking of parties and rockers, Beaumont’s band. Biting the inside of my lip, my mind starts to go into overdrive.

  “What?” she asks when I don’t say anything.

  “Beaumont has groupies, like real ones, like the ones we see in those documentaries about big rock bands.”

  “Okaaaay. Yeah…”

  Gulping, I look up at her, my eyes immediately filling with unshed tears. “What if… I mean… I wouldn’t even know if he did something with someone else.”

  Laurie snorts. “Oh, please. That boy is so into you it’s not even funny. He’s not going to screw up, not like that at least.”