Page 62 of Sweet Surrender
Christy whooped loudly, getting a frown from Dean and a laugh from Taylor.
“I couldn’t get two in the end so you’re just gonna have to settle for the one,” Beau teased and Dean looked horrified.
“No, dude! I didn’t want any!” Dean exclaimed. They ribbed him some more before Justine gasped, “Oh no!” and clapped a hand over her mouth as she leapt up, running inside the house. Taylor made a move to follow but Blake stopped her. “It’s all right, I’ll go. She might be a while.”
Taylor resettled against Beau and he twirled one of her curls around his finger, bringing the lock of hair to his nose and inhaling her spicy scent.
“Well, I can’t cancel Candy Cane now or I’ll lose the deposit, she wasn’t cheap,” Beau said.
“Tell me you’re kidding?” Dean’s face was a picture. Christy stifled a laugh and Beau couldn’t keep eye contact with her without losing it.
“Darlin’ I didn’t ask for one, I swear,” Dean said to Christy.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind you having one,” she replied sweetly.
“Ugh, I do,” Taylor muttered quietly.
“Something you’d like to share with the class, sweetheart?” he said when Christy and Dean got drawn into their own conversation.
“I don’t want to think about you watching a bunch of strippers, getting all worked up then coming back to my cabin and taking your frustration out on yourself, manually, if you catch my drift.”
He laughed, then nipped her ear, her sharp intake of breath making him smile. “What makes you think I haven’t already done that in our cabin?”
She turned slightly to face him, her eyes tangling with his. “Have you?”
All her twisting in his lap was hell on his control, his body began readying against her ass and he fought the urge to rub against her. He pulled her tighter against him, the arm holding her waist shifted slightly so he could stroke the side of her breast and another sharp intake of breath had him biting back a moan.
“You have a lot of dirty dreams, don’t you Taylor? Laying in bed, listening to you moan has been a special kind of torture I never knew existed.”
Her eyes went wide, her breathing quickening. “Especially when I discovered the star of your dreams was me. You moanedmyname,” he murmured. His lips brushed against her ear and he felt the shiver that rolled through her.
“Beau…”
“Mhm, just like that. What was I doing to you in these dreams?”
She glanced over to Christy and Dean who were still deep in their own conversation, not paying them any attention.
“They can’t hear us. Tell me, what itch did I scratch for you?” He pressed against her breast harder, the fall of her hair hiding what he was doing. He swiped his thumb over the hard peak of her nipple and she shifted in his lap, rubbing her thighs together. He felt a new level of arousal at watching her under his mercy. He liked being in charge, controlling what she felt and when, seeing her get off on what he was saying.
“Did I lean over in bed and slide my hand down into your wet panties then deep inside you?” He pinched her nipple and a breath shuddered out of her; she gripped his arm tight.
“Or did I let you play with yourself while I told you what I wanted you to do? You’d like that wouldn’t you, if I whispered all kinds of dirty commands in your ear?”
She nodded and pure, undiluted pleasure sparked through his veins. He pinched her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers and she arched her back slightly, a silent beg for more.
“You’ve touched yourself while thinking about me, haven’t you? Stroked inside yourself wishing it was me?” She nodded again but it wasn’t enough, he was greedy for more. “Use your words, Taylor,” he growled.
“Yes,” she moaned softly.
“That’s a good girl. I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted. He saw Christy and Dean out of the corner of his eye, they seemed to be making up after some kind of argument and would soon be ready to interact again, but he wanted Taylor’s attention fixed on him. He wanted her all to himself. Wanted to finally cross that line with her. He was ready.
“Go inside, to the bathroom and wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute.” He dropped a kiss on her temple. At first, she didn’t move, just turned to stare at him, those emerald eyes ablaze with unrestrained lust.
“Now, Taylor.”
She leapt up and disappeared inside. Beau discreetly rearranged the pulsing erection in his jeans and went after her. The effort to act casually and not race after her was immense. When he got to the bathroom he spotted Taylor hovering outside, an embarrassed look on her face.
“What is it?” he asked and then he heard it. Retching. He peeked in the doorway and saw Blake holding Justine’s dark mane aloft and rubbing her back while she puked.
