Page 9 of Boy Next Door at Mountain Creek Ranch
Beau hisses in a breath between his teeth. I squeeze and rub my hand up and down, up and down his thick shaft. I shift off his lap and kneel on the floor beneath him. I kiss the head, tasting the salty precum, before taking him into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Beau moans. His head rolls back and knocks into the wall behind the couch. He runs his fingers in my hair, caressing the strands. I pull him in deeper, knowing from the sounds he's making that he's close. I use my free hand to cup his balls and squeeze gently. “Babe, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I want him to that's the point, but he has other things planned for us. He gradually pulls my head back, and his cock comes out of me with a pop.
"What are you—" I start to ask, but he cuts me off.
“I want to be inside you.”
I stand, and he pulls off his pants. He grips my hips and guides me, so I'm straddling his lap again. Slowly I sink onto his cock. I have to hold onto his shoulders for support. My body stretches around his thick length.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he breathes out.
I lean down and kiss him, our tongues swiping and swirling. It feels like every cell in my body is sparking inside me. I twist my hips, and the pleasure begins to build as it always does, but with Beau, it's different. Everything sensation feels like it's on another level with him.
We move together as one like we've done this a thousand times before. The feeling that I've finally found the missing piece in my body, and my soul has finally come home, fills me.
“I’m so close,” I moan, increasing the rhythm of my hips.
“I’m right here with you. Let yourself go. Let me see you.”
I throw my head back, unable to hold on. The pleasure explodes inside me, and I close my eyes, letting my other sense feel more. Beau follows right behind me. His grunts and the jerking thrusts of his hips as he tumbles over the edge. I fall forward against him—our ragged breathing racing with our heartbeats.
I’ve never felt that way with anyone before, but I already know that I will never want this with anyone other than Beau. My love for him is locked and absolute in my heart.
6
BEAU
The sound of my cell phone ringing in the distance starts pulling me out of the best dream I've had in ages. Willow and I were standing on a beach somewhere. I was in a tan linen suit, and Willow was dressed in a white dress that fluttered in the warm tropic breeze. There was a man in a Hawaiian shirt standing next to us. He was officiating our wedding. No one was there from either of our families. It was just us and the ocean lapping at our bare feet.
The phone rings again, and my eyes open. I blink a few times, trying to figure out where the sunset went? But I realize I’m in Willow's apartment. In her bed, with her in my arms asleep. The phone rings again, and I throw my free arm, not wrapped around Willow, to grab my phone from the nightstand table. I can see Dean's name flashing on the screen.
“Hello?” I answer quietly, trying not to wake Willow.
“Finally.” Dean breathes out in relief. “I thought you’d never answer.”
“What is it?”
Dean's quiet for a moment. "We're all at the hospital. Mom's had a heart attack."
“What?” I pull my arm gently free from Willow and walk out into the living room for some privacy. “What happened?”
“Dad said she woke and had a tightness in her chest and trouble breathing. She tried to tell him it was nothing, but he insisted on taking her to the emergency room.”
“Is she okay?”
“We don’t know. We’re all stuck in the waiting room. Dad is trying to get answers, but the nurses keep telling him that she will tell us something once she knows something.”
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him and grab my boxer briefs and jeans off the living room floor.
We hang up, and I get dressed quickly. I look around and find a note pad on the coffee table. I scribble out a note for Willow to let her know what is going on and take it back into her bedroom. She is still asleep, curled up on her side, where I left her. I put the note on her nightstand.
I’m not sure if I should wake her up, but she looks so peaceful. I lean down and brush a kiss against her temple.
“I love you,” I whisper, unable to hold it in any longer.
She hums softly, and a sweet smile spreads across her face. I think that she heard me for a second, but she settles back, not opening her eyes. I feel torn right down the middle, not wanting to leave, but knowing I have to because I need to be there for my mother. I kiss Willow one more time and turn for the door.
