Page 89 of Sweet Surrender
“You were saying?”
She cursed and he laughed until she took control, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top, she bent and kissed her way down his stomach, paying extra attention to each of his stretchmarks and that only made him love her more. She made him feel something he’d never felt before;beautiful.
She shuffled down his body, her mouth hovering over his hard length. Her hot breath teasing the sensitive flesh.
“Do it,” he commanded. She gave him a long, slow lick, flicking her tongue over the tip until he was lifting his hips and fisting the sheets. She teased and taunted him, tortured him like he had done to her until he couldn’t take anymore and he flipped them, rolling her onto her back. He parted her legs, looking down at her spread wide for him.
He pressed himself to her entrance and watched as her body took him inside. He slid in and out slowly, whimpers and pleas falling from her lips. He bent his head and took her hard nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and her nails clawed at his back. Her every movement, every sound drove him wild until slow was no longer an option. He drove into her, their arms wrapped around each other, leaving them nowhere to go to escape the intensity.
He crushed his mouth to hers and she opened immediately. She lifted her hips to grind into him, he knew what she needed, always knew. But he couldn’t bear to remove his arms from around her, never wanting to let her go. Instead, he swiveled his hips, hitting a deeper spot.
“Beau, my Beau,” she chanted as she came and that was enough to send him over the edge. Her body squeezed and clenched around him, refusing to let him go. As they both came down from the high, their breathing returned to normal. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and those three little words nearly fell from his. He managed to snap them back at the last minute. He’d told her with his eyes and his body how he felt but not his words.
His words would scare her.
*
It had been nearly a week since the incident with Dale and Taylor hadn’t realized until she received a message from Ben confirming he would be at the bar shortly for his first shift. She had been too wrapped up in Beau, literally, to notice. She shivered at the thought of him, a warm fuzzy feeling snaking its way through her. They were insatiable at the moment, they couldn’t be around each other for more than two seconds without ripping each other’s clothes off.
He punished her yesterday morning when she got smart with him over his morning breath which hadn’t been anything other than minty fresh, but she liked poking the bear when she knew what the reaction would be. He’d given her three earth shattering orgasms with his hands and mouth before he declared she’d been suitably punished, and she was too weak to comment either way. Until she saw the smug grin on his face and tackled him until he surrendered to his own punishment.
The next day she’d been in the bathroom, brushing her teeth when he sauntered in. She could see the solid outline of his erection through his sweatpants, his stupid sexy glasses perched on his nose, taunting her. When he used his index finger to push them further up his nose, she was a goner. Her core had pulsed in anticipation as he swaggered over to her and the next thing she knew they were going at it on the bathroom floor.
This morning he’d been late for work, which was absolutely not her faultwhatsoever,and he’d forgotten his lunch so Taylor was taking it over to the gym for him. When she arrived, he was in the middle of a yoga class, currently in downward facing dog andfuckdid his ass look good. So biteable. The women in the class clearly thought so too as most of them weren’t even in poses, they just watched him with an intensity that bordered on unacceptable. Maybe she needed to show them all that he was taken, that he washerman.
She blinked at the thought. Obviously the sex haze she was in was fogging her brain and making her plan a future she wouldn’t have. He wasn’t hers. He never would be.
She watched the session from the side-lines, enjoying the way he moved around the room, teaching others, correcting poses, so full of patience. He was always so calm and tolerant, until he was with her. Her favorite thing about Beau had always been his kindness, his goodness. She was always wild and rebellious but he grounded her.Now she’d discovered he had a secret carnal side to him, a dominating, taunting side that came out to play in the most wonderful of ways and lord he was giving. To everyone else he was the happy-go-lucky perfect gentleman. To her, he was down, dirty and raw, nothing held back. He was a surprise and he was perfection.
In short, he was a sex unicorn, and she didn’t plan on letting him go anytime soon. Wait,retraction, she would be sad to let him go when this whole thing was over. But until then, she would continue to enjoy him.
The class came to an end and this time when all the women swarmed him for attention, Taylor was at the front of the crowd, throwing elbows and not feeling bad about hitting a horny Grandma. Before he took his lunch from her, he greeted her with a passionate kiss that drew catcalls from the women, Ruby being the loudest of course. Taylor wasn’t ready to leave him yet so she waited until the women were finally done with him. Ruby sidled up next to her in another fabulous outfit of bright orange and purple spandex which left zero to the imagination.
“You marrying him yet?” she said.
“Actually yes, has your invitation not arrived?”
Ruby sucked her teeth at Taylor’s sarcasm then swanned off shouting, “Lock that shit down now!”
Taylor laughed, shaking her head at the old bat’s antics before she turned back to Beau. Finally everyone left and they were alone. Then he was dragging her into the nearest supply closet. Her mouth was on his, her dress pulled up and his sweatpants down in seconds.
“Goddammit woman, I’ve thought about you all morning, you’re driving me crazy,” he grunted as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust into her, backing her into the wall and pinning her with his hips. He fucked her hard and fast, just how she wanted it, how he needed it.
“You feel so good, you always know what I need,” she moaned. He pressed their foreheads together, their breath mingling. She felt the build up inside her, wanted to look away from him but couldn’t, it was all too much.
“Beau, I don’t think I can do this anymore, it feels too real,” she whispered. She could no longer hold back the fear she’d been hiding. The words slipping out without her permission, but she was raw and exposed under his penetrating stare.
“That’s because it is, sweetheart, it is real.”
Her heart pounding as he fed her another soul-stirring kiss. God, she loved his kisses, how had she spent so much of her life without them? They both came with a shout and then they slumped to the floor. She sat on his lap, catching her breath.
“Coming to the bar later for lock-up?”
“Of course I am. Do you want me to come in sooner? You don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“No, it’s fine. Ben and Kayleigh will be there until closing,” she said. She wasn’t asking him because she was worried about her safety, she just didn’t like the idea of not seeing him for all those hours. God, how pathetic was that? After more of those drugging kisses, Beau pulled away moaning.
“We need to go or we’re never gonna leave this damn closet.”
