Page 65 of Lady Sings the Blues

17.

Beau

“Holymotherfuckinglordoftheuniverse!” she cries out in one long, jumbled mass of profanities. Loud. So loud, I think prospects guarding the gate can hear her.

My ring on her finger, life is falling into place. It didn’t take much to divest my fiancé from all her clothing. Just a nightshirt and panties. Every time I look at her like this, it’s hard to believe she’s finally mine. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Her eyes are closed now and I prefer she keep them open so I can drink in their depths when she comes. Just knowin’ why those soulful, blue beauties are closed, I’ll let it pass this time.

Starting at her navel, I licked and sucked my way down, kissing on each thigh until she whimpered. Then I put my mouth to her, the woman so ready her back arched off the bed, fisting the sheets, she ground against my mouth, my tongue. Those thighs trembling the closer she got to the edge.

Needing to up my game, I dragged my thumb through her wetness. But when I pushed it into that tight, puckered hole of her ass, her legs snapped together so fierce, I thought she’d snap my head clean off my neck.

“Holymotherfuckinglordoftheuniverse!”she cries.

This is how life should be. The smell of her, the taste of her on my lips, I trace a trail of kisses up her abdomen, over each swell of breast, taking extra care with each pink, pert nipple, up her collarbone. Then again more attention to the dip of her throat, licking and nipping the way she likes it, over her chin, jaw, behind her ear until finally I reach her mouth, kissing her hard, deep and wet so she can taste herself, how amazing she tastes.

“On your stomach, baby girl,” I whisper, as I’ve decided to change tactics after making her come so hard already. This is gonna be fun. She flips over and I crawl on top of her. Spreading her legs, I slide my knee under her thigh to give me more leverage, and slide inside her. We both groan as I fill her slowly, inch by inch, until I’ve filled her completely. Before I begin to move, I tilt her chin back kissing those lips again, taking that mouth deep again. Then begin pumping slow and rhythmic. This ain’t no race, I’m not fucking Elise tonight. I’m making love to my fiancé. My fuckingfiancé.

It’s a beautiful word for a beautiful woman. But I end up losing all that rational thought as she pushes her sumptuous ass back against me, grinding, trying to take as much of me as she can get. My girl is a voracious lover. Hungry for my cock, always so hungry for my cock.

Easy from our sweat-slicked bodies, when I start to get close, I flip her around onto her back without disengaging from her tight heat to pull her calves up over my shoulders. This way I know I can go deep.

“Beau,” she practically sings, and I’ve never loved the sound of my own name so much.

“I’m here, baby girl. Come for me. You got it in you.”

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“What the fuck is that?” Chaos, of all people, grabs Elise’s left hand, shoving it in my face.

“Manhandle my fiancé again, I’ll put you in the ground.” Although I keep my tone light, he’s known me long enough to read the words loud and clear.

“You’re rewarding her?Christ.” He turns to look at her. “You know I think the world of you, doll. But you’re shit for an old lady and bad for the club.”

I have no idea if Elise responds or was even plannin’ to respond. Have no idea if Chaos opened his stupid yap again. Not when all I can see is red, and crack him so hard in the jaw blood and spit fly from his mouth. He stumbles backward hitting the bar which stops him from stumbling any further.

“Say another word, we got issue, brother. I love Elise. I’m marryin’ her and I want you standin’ up with me when it happens. Nashville was an honest mistake. Even Duke realizes it.”

And then Candy, the hot mama I’d been fucking before Elise showed back up in my life has the nerve to get in my face, resting her hand on my chest. “Bossman, you can’t be serious. You’re gonna marry her? I did everything you ever asked. You needed it, I got it. Wanted to fuck, I dropped whatever I was doin’ for you exclusively, but you makeheryour old lady—nowyour wife? That’s fucked up.”

“Shut it, Candy.” I swat her hand off me like it’s a mosquito, she’s just as annoying.

“I thought after what she did, you’d come back to me,” she whines.

“Did I ever lead you on?”

“What?”

“Did I ever lead you to believe we had anything more than fuckin’ between us?”

She sucks in a breath. “No.”

“Did I talk about takin’ an old lady?”

Now she lets that breath out. “Yes.”

“Tell ‘em who, Candy. They already know but I need you to say it.”

She says nothing.

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