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The dirty demand from his usually guarded mouth sends electricity down my spine. I’m already so sensitive from his earlier attention that it takes embarrassingly little time before I’m teetering on the edge a third time.
“I can’t—it’s too much—” My words dissolve into incoherent sounds as another orgasm crashes through me. My inner walls clench around him in rhythmic pulses.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I force myself to meet his gaze. The intimacy of his request—more than the physical sensation—is what undoes me. My fourth orgasm hits without warning, more powerful than any before. I cry out his name, my vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his pace faltering momentarily as my body grips him. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” He buries his face in my neck, his breathing ragged against my skin, his restraint slipping—the carefully controlled man giving way to something more primal.
I want that. I want him to lose himself completely. For me.
“More,” I demand, raking my nails down his back. “Harder.”
With a growl that vibrates through my chest, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and driving deeper. Words fail me as he fucks me with an intensity I can’t describe. I cling to him as he pounds into me. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust.
He drives into me one final time. He groans my name against my lips, his entire body tensing as he finds his release and empties inside me. Heat floods my core.
Careful not to crush me with his weight, he slips an arm beneath me and collapses beside me on the bed, bringing me with him. His cock still buried inside me.
I giggle and he grins.
We lie there panting, our skin slick with sweat, neither of us capable of speaking. My leg is thrown over his hip and his arm is draped heavily across my waist, his firm hand at the top of my ass. Minutes pass in comfortable silence. He traces gentle patterns on my lower back. The kind of tenderness I had no idea he had in him.
I love it.
“This isn’t just sex for me,” he says finally, his voice quiet but certain. “I need you to know that.”
My heart swells at his honesty. “I know,” I whisper. “It isn’t for me, either.”
He kisses me softly. “I’m still figuring out how to do this whole…relationship shit,” he admits, then tenses. “That is, if that’s what this is… Is it?”
I smile at him and have to laugh at the uncertainty in his eyes. “I sure hope so,” I say, then ask, “How long has it been since you’ve been in a relationship?”
He huffs and shifts his gaze away from mine as he confesses, “High school.”
“Ouch,” I tease, then snuggle into him. “I’ll give you a grace period. How’s that sound?”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’d appreciate that.”
As we lie there, tangled in each other, I realize that whatever walls Beau had built around himself have not just cracked—they’ve come crashing down.
And in their place is something new and entirelymine.
Nineteen.
Beau
CallieandIfallinto a pattern over the next three weeks. She spends her days with Hulk working on finishing some ‘big project’ she needs to have ready for some producer in LA, while I’ve been fighting to get this cabin build as close to done as I can before we go. We meet at the end of the day, share dinner, have sex, and I sleep better than I have in my entire life with her in my arms every night.
We’re essentially living together, but neither of us broaches the subject officially—my duffle bag still packed and sitting on her bedroom floor. She even paid her rent on the first of the month last week. When I brought it up, she brushed me off with a ‘fair is fair.’ Whatever the hell that means. I wanted to press her on it, but I dropped it instead.
I’m no relationship expert, but I think we may have skipped a step or two.
Not that I’m complaining.
It’s 0700 and I’ve just pulled in to Duke’s to drop off Hulk for the next two weeks. The early morning sun casts long shadows across the mountains, painting everything in a stunning golden Montana light.
I glance in the rearview mirror at Callie sitting in the backseat with him, her arm around Hulk and kissing the side of his massive head. Her eyes are red from crying. She cried all night and into the morning. Practically sleeping on his dog bed with him, we opted to bring him as close to the bed as possible.
Thankfully, Maci offered to dog sit. Duke was thrilled to use the moment as a test for life with a baby and a dog—something he’s been begging Maci for. Rumor has it, Maci already bought him one for their anniversary; he just doesn’t know it yet.
