Beau's Redemption

by Royal Blue

  “Now what are we talking about here?” he says, his drawl heavy.

  “Will you step in the ring? One step at a time, right? Try something that used to come naturally to you. Step in the ring.”

  “This isn’t the same thing,” he says tightly.

  “Yeah, it actually is. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have come to this wedding. Not for you, not for Billy. But I want my life back, so I’m fighting with everything I have to try. A simple request, a little step at a time.”

  “It’s not the same. You didn’t kil—”

  “I didn’t kill someone?” I snort bitterly. “Nah, baby. I didn’t accidently kill someone. I killed hundreds with intent. For my country, I have more blood on my hands than you can imagine.”

  “Shit, Angel. I didn’t mean to say that.” He blows out. Frustration twists his features. His words don’t anger me. I’m just as frustrated as he is. I want him to see where I’m coming from in requesting this.

  “Do you think I like living like this? I stay the night with you, but I can’t stay the night in your bed. I’m always out on that fucking balcony trying to breathe,” I say, the pain and torture clear in my voice. “But I do it. I do it because I want this. I want this so much even though I’m scared to death I’m going to fuck it up.”

  “Angel—”

  “No, all I’m trying to say is this shit is hard. Fighting to have a life. I’m not trying to downplay your shit, Beau. But try… for me. If I can see you try… I… I’ll know I’m not in this alone.”

  He closes the small distance between us, pulling me into him. His hand comes up to cup my jaw. He gives a small nod.

  “I can’t promise you anything.” He pauses to swallow hard. “I’ll try. You’re not in this alone. I’ll try.”

  “And I’ll be there when you do. I promise you that.”

  He gives me another nod. His eyes soften. I lean and kiss him lightly, my arms going around him as we start a slow-burning kiss. He tastes of brandy and vanilla from the wedding cake.

  The kiss deepens, and we both moan. I push his suit jacket from his shoulders to the sand. Mine follows. I’m tugging at his shirt to get it out of his pants as he releases the buttons of mine.

  “We can get to the room from here,” he says against my lips.

  “We better move fast before we don’t make it.”

  “Agreed, or the alcove. It’s closer,” he breathes.

  We’d gone for a run this morning before things got crazy. We both noticed the alcove off from the view of the rest of the properties and the beach. Almost like it’s there to lure lovers in. “Tempting, but I’ve embarrassed us enough for tonight.”

  Beau grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. His face takes on a serious look. “You didn’t embarrass anyone. Those are my brothers back there. They have our backs no matter what. When we make you family, we take care of you,” he says.

  My heart swells. I miss having a brotherhood like the one I see between Beau and his friends. Not that Andres isn’t there for me. It’s just something I can’t explain. A comradery that builds while you fight through things together. I can see that Beau and his friends have been through those types of battles together.

  “Thank you. For what you did back there,” I say.

  He traces a finger from my temple to my jaw. “I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you,” he says.

  I grab the front of his shirt and tug him to me. “Are you sure?” I say against his lips.

  “Pretty damn certain.”

  “Give yourself to me. Let me take you someplace no one else ever will.”

  “Too much talking, Angel. Let’s go,” he says, with a grin on his full lips.

  I bend to snatch up our coats and drag Beau with me back down the beach. We all rented rooms for the night. Emma offered to keep Billy with her in her suite. Before I can say a word, Beau has his phone out, shooting off a text.

  “Emma should be able to handle Billy. Things were about to wrap up soon,” he says as we reach our rental.

  I’m still annoyed he won’t let me chip in for this place. While most of the guests staying over are in the main hotel, Beau rented the spacious condo suite because of me. The space is wide open, and there’s a deck in the back.

  I toss our jackets onto one of the wicker chairs by the front door. Beau spins me to face him, pressing my back to the nearest wall. His hands are on my skin beneath my shirt. Our lips lock on each other’s once again.

  This kiss is harder. That war begins and a smile comes to my lips. I work to get his buttons free. I have to fight the urge to rip them open.

  “Your lips taste so good.” He groans.

  “I’ve something else I want you to taste.”

  I want my hands on him. Memories of him sucking my dick has me so hard, I can’t think. I get the last button open and push the shirt from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor.

  I wrap my hand around his throat and give a gently squeeze. Surprise lights his eyes, but not for long. Lust quickly replaces the stunned expression. I seize his lips, nipping, licking, and sucking.

  He meets my passion as his hands bury into my hair. I start to walk him back toward the master suite. With my free hand, I reach for his belt and start to work it free.

  I slam his back into the wall right outside the bedroom door. I drag my lips from his, moving to his neck that I release from my grasp. I take my time to nip and suck there. His moans and groans grow with each inch of his skin I cover with my heated mouth.

  “You have all of my attention, Papi,” I say against his skin.

  “What should I do with it?” he croons.

  “I don’t know, baby. What do you think you can do with it? Or better yet, do you think you can keep it?” I challenge. I push his pants down his hips. His dick springs free and his thick thighs come into view. I grin. Even his stance says he’s ready to take control of this. I don’t know if he realizes how much of that swag he gives off. That shit is sexy.

  His fingers tighten in my hair, tugging me to his lips. Yet he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he tugs my head backward and nips his way down my throat. I groan when his teeth sink into my skin. Not breaking the surface, but a warning of his dominance.

  I can play these mind games with him all night. Learning how to find balance in our relationship will be a challenge, but it’s one I’m ready for. That is if we’re not consumed by the fire of the journey to get there. Instead, I release my own belt and pants. I push them down my hips with my boxers, while he feasts on my neck and collarbone.

  “Am I keeping it, darlin’?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Yes, you still have it. Do I have yours?”

  “Damn sure do,” he says, taking my lips.

  I reach between us and wrap my hand around him. My strokes are nice and easy to start. I want this to build slow. This time when we explode, I want it to be clear that we’re fighting for each other. Him agreeing to step in the ring is huge. I know it is. I want to show him what that means to me.

  “I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” he grunts.

  “Don’t worry, we have all night. Créeme,” I reply.

  “What?”

  I give a breathless laugh. “Trust me, Beau. I said, trust me, Papi.”

  I release his dick and grab his wrists, pinning them above his head. I hold his gaze as I press into him. Our erections trap between our bodies. He’s hot and hard against my belly, and I’m pulsing with need against him.

  I use one hand to hold his together. With the other I explore his torso. The feel of his warm skin beneath my palm brings a calm to my entire being. My hand travels back up his ribs, and I place it over his heart.

  “I’ve learned that everything in life has a cost. What I want from you is priceless, but I know you’re the one I want it from because I’ve already given the same to you,” I say as the word bubble up inside me.

  “Ask.”

  “Give me your heart, Beau. Te amo. You alread
y have mine.”

  He breaks the hold I have on his arms. In the next breath, he has me lifted onto his waist. The shit shocks and throws me. His holding my weight in the pool was one thing. When he starts to walk into the bedroom with me on his waist, I’m stunned. I’m at least two-twenty.

  I mean, Beau’s sexy-ass body is fit. I guess I’m finding out what real power lies within it. My hands are in his hair as we devour each other’s mouths.

  My back hits the cool sheets, and Beau’s weight presses down on me. I groan, loving the feeling. He plants his hands on either side of my head, grinding into me as he skillfully sips from my lips. I wrap a hand round the back of his neck, taking over to guide his mouth over mine. He smiles against my lips.

  Beau breaks the kiss to look down at me with such intensity. I run my hand down his chest to his waist. He stills.

  “I can’t give you something you already own,” he says huskily. “It’s broken and battered, but it’s yours. I don’t remember when you stole it, but you snuck in somehow without me knowing.”

  I flip us, slamming his back onto the mattress. We grin at each other. I dip to nip his chin. “Are you saying you love me, Beau?”

  “Te amo,” his country ass says, and it’s the sexiest thing he has ever said to me.

  “I love you too,” I say and start to kiss my way down his body.

  I pause to dip my tongue into his belly bottom. When I drag it back out, I make circles through the trail of hair leading down to his pulsing erection. He always smells so damn good.

  “Come here, Angel,” he says gruffly.

  “Nah-uh.” I shake my head.

  He bites his lip and nods. “I said come here, put your cock in my face.”

  Seeing his intention, I grin and shift my body over him. I lower my head to take him in at the same time his mouth slides over my dick. I groan around him, but I continue in my task. I take him in until my nose hits his balls.

  “Oh, fuck,” Beau grunts as I pop from his mouth.

  I deep-throat him a few more times before working him with my hand and mouth. It takes him a moment to recover and join in again. However, as usual Beau isn’t to be outdone. He releases my dick from his mouth to lick from my balls to my ass. Parting my cheeks with his big hands, he starts to eat my ass.

  My eyes roll in my head and I falter in my own mission for a moment. Moaning, I rub my face and mouth all over his soaked dick. I take him back in and focus on getting him there as he drives me insane. He starts to rub at my opening, and I shiver.

  He begins to swell in my mouth. I have him close. Reaching behind his balls, I press two fingers into the flesh there and rub. He bursts his hot seed right into my mouth on cue.

  “Holy fuck,” he bellows.

  I laugh and shift from hovering over him. I flip him onto his stomach and straddle his hips. While he comes back down, I kiss and massage his back. I lick my way down his spine, stopping at the base.

  “Don’t give up on me now, Papi. I’m just getting started,” I call out.

  Beau

  I grunt into the sheets, and Angel laughs against the sensitive spot at the base of my spine. He doesn’t even know my lower back is one of my hot zones. It shouldn’t be possible that I’m starting to harden again.

  I’m spent, and we haven’t even started. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I thought that the last time Angel went down on me, but this time was twice as intense.

  I’m just starting to calm my heart and breathe when he begins to lap at my crack. He pries me open for him with his long fingers. His tongue leads the way to my puckered hole. I groan and grip the sheets. His tight grip on my ass has me grinding my teeth.

  “Relax,” Angel whispers.

  He releases me, and the bed shifts under his weight. I look over my shoulder to find him reaching into his overnight bag. He retrieves lube and condoms.

  “I think you planned to take advantage of my Southern hospitalities this weekend, Angel,” I tease.

  “Don’t go blushing on me now. I saw the box of condoms in your bag.” He laughs.

  “Have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure, you don’t.” He gives me a pointed look and grin, moving back for the bed.

  Placing the items on the nightstand, he climbs onto the bed. Angel goes to straddle my hips again, but I turn onto my back and drag his body down on top of mine. My hands are in his hair again as I take his lips in a slow drugging kiss.

  His hands caress my sides, moving up to cup my face. I turn to pull his fingers into my mouth and suck on them. Those whiskey-brown eyes watch me with so much want.

  “Make them nice and wet for me, Papi,” he says, his voice raw with lust.

  I twirl my tongue around them, soaking each digit, one by one. My jaw tightens, and I groan when he pulls them free and sticks them into his own mouth. I watch as he moves his hand down between us and starts to massage my asshole. He takes his time preparing me slowly with his fingers.

  After reaching for Angel, I bring him back to my lips. I reach between us to stroke him, but after two strokes, he knocks my hand away. I think of taking the lead, but just like on the dance floor, I go with what I feel Angel needs. Sensing that this is how tonight has to be.

  “I won’t always need things this way. Tonight—”

  “I didn’t ask for an explanation, so stop explaining,” I cut him off.

  He smiles, reaching for a condom from the nightstand. I watch him as he tears it open with his mouth. He rolls it on without looking away from me. I reach for the lube packet and hand it to him.

  His eyes soften. The action shows my surrender to him. A surrender I’ll never give to another. A surrender I’ve never offered to anyone else. Not even the man I once thought was the love of my life.

  “I love you,” Angel says.

  “Show me how much.”

  He makes quick work of the lube before covering my body with his. Heart to heart, eye to eye, he pushes in just a bit. I relax as much as I can.

  “Slow, mi amor. I won’t hurt you. Let me in,” he says, taking my lips.

  He guides himself in with one hand, lacing the fingers of the other with mine at the side of my head. I dig the nails of my free hand into his back. He pushes deeper, and my hold tightens.

  “Ah, Beau.” He groans.

  He reaches for my other hand, and I lock my legs around his hips as he eases out again. He sets a slow pace that bites and sends shock waves through me at the same time. He searches my eyes as he pumps in and out of me.

  “Don’t stop,” I say when concern enters his eyes.

  “You feel so good,” he breathes.

  “You do too. So good.”

  “Stroke your dick for me,” he commands, releasing my right hand.

  He lifts onto his palm, and I reach between us and start to stroke. His eyes are locked on me as I stroke my cock and mine are on him. Sweat start to drip from his face onto my chest, and his pace picks up as my grunts and groans increase.

  “Fuck, you’re about to come again. I can see it,” he says. “I’m going to come with you.”

  I stroke harder as his movements become choppy. He takes my mouth, but I don’t stop stroking, and he doesn’t stop rolling his hips into my ass. We call each other’s names as we release in sync.

  When he collapses onto my body, I absorb his weight like a blanket that I’ve cherished all my life. I never want to let him go. I begin to absently run my fingers up and down his back.

  “You were just what I needed right when I needed it,” he says as if reading my thoughts.

  “I was just thinking the same exact thing.”

  Chapter 19

  Broken Peace

  Beau

  “I can’t say that I’ve been this at peace in a long time,” Angel says as he sits between my thighs in the tub.

  I push his wet hair from his neck and kiss his soft skin. I inhale, allowing my own peace to wash over me. The warm water and soft music from his phone add to the aura s
urrounding us.

  “I know what you mean. I was thinking the same thing.”

  The water splashes as Angel shifts his body, reaching to palm the back of my neck. I close my eyes as he starts to massage and knead my skin. I kiss his neck over and over, getting lost in the silence, within the peace.

  It’s a place where no sound exists. Just us and our peace. Nothing can touch us here.

  This has been what my life has been missing. If I could make this last forever, I would. I’d capture it for us both and share it with the one person I know needs it as much as I do.

  “It’s funny how much your life can change in five months,” Angel says softly.

  My brows furrow. “It seems like it’s been so much longer than that.”

  “It does, but it hasn’t. Exactly one hundred and fifty-five days ago, I started living in your gym,” he says.

  “You know exactly how many days?”

  “Marine life. We live in days. Everything was counted in days for me,” he says.

  I think on that. I don’t think I want to know how many days have passed since I became a walking zombie. I run a hand into the front of his hair and tip his head back. I brush his forehead with my lips.

  “I’m going to start work on the new project soon. More changes will come,” I murmur.

  “We’ll figure it out,” he yawns.

  “We will,” I reply. “Angel?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Move in with me.”

  I hold my breath as a new silence fills the room. My shoulders feel like a weight rests on them. It’s too late to snatch the words back, but that wouldn’t be me. I said it; I meant it.

  “Honestly, I’ve been at your place most nights over the last two weeks. It already feels like I live there,” he says.

  “I—” I frown as my phone rings in the other room. It’s my ring tone for Emma. Knowing she has Billy, I jump up. My mind races as I step from the tub. “That’s Emma’s ringtone,” I call over my shoulder as I rush off without a glance back.

  I find my phone on the nightstand and answer. My heart sinks as Billy’s cries ring out in the background.