Текст книги "Infatuation"

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Twenty

Beau

Hunter: Just got here. All good.

Me: Thanks

I reply back to Hunter’s text, feeling a little lighter knowing I can stay focused now there are eyes on her.

“Was that Mackenzie?” Jesse leans over the cab of the van trying to check my phone like a fucking nosey old woman.

“Will you just watch the damn road?” I pocket my phone, close my eyes and rest back into the chair.

“Well, aren’t you in a chirpy mood tonight.” He scoffs when I don’t play along.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I keep my eyes closed and don’t fall for his bullshit. He’s right. I’m far from fucking chirpy. I had plans tonight. Plans that included my cock in Mackenzie’s pussy, maybe try to work her up a little more, have her coming on my face again. After her first orgasm last night that revealed a little something extra, I wasn’t able to get her back there. Instead, I’m stuck on a fucking run with Jesse.

“So how is everything with Mackenzie?” I tense, wondering if he knows, but relax when I realize there would be no way.

“Off limits.” He laughs at my reply, still not getting a clue. There’s no fucking way I would ever talk to this asshole about Mackenzie.

“So fucking whipped.”

“You really wanna go there, Jesse?” I counter, ready to pull every fucking thing he has done the last seven months since Bell’s been on the scene.

“I have no problem going there, Beau. Unlike you, I own it. Yes, I’m pussy whipped. I don’t give a fuck who knows it.” I ignore the smartass and start counting down the hours I have left with the fucker.

“The girls are having a night out next weekend,” he says after a few minutes.

“Why would I care?”

“Oh, didn’t Mackenzie tell you? She’ll be there too.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jesse, you’re starting to piss me off.” I don’t bite like he wants me to, but I store the info in the back of my mind to bring up later. I don’t give a fuck if Mackenzie goes out, but the club will have eyes on her. I still don’t trust her asshole ex. Even if it’s been over two months and there has not been one sighting of him. I’m just waiting for something to happen.

“Maybe she’ll pick up someone. I know a few of the guys around the club are keen on her.” Before he can add in another word, my left hand reaches out, grabbing him by the back of the neck.

“Seriously fucker, I’m about to kick you out and you can take your sorry ass home on your own.”

“I’m gonna fucking crash, asshole.” He laughs louder, rarely taking anything serious. I squeeze tighter, keeping my grip firm.

“Okay, I’ll quit it,” he relents. I give his neck one last squeeze before releasing him. I’m not fucking kidding. If he doesn’t quit it, he’s out.

He manages to keep quiet for another forty minutes before breaking the silence. Again.

“So, I’m thinking of asking Bell to marry me.” I let a few minutes pass to take in what he just said before commenting.

“You sure you’re ready?” It’s not like I want to question his reasons, but Bell and Jesse just dealt with some major shit. The last thing they need to be doing is rushing into marriage.

“She’s the one. There’s no one else for me.” He sounds so sure and I don’t want to be an asshole, but I ask anyway.

“How do you know?” It hasn’t even been a year. They’ve only lived together for a short time. Hell, Mackenzie and I’ve almost been living together for the same amount of time.

“Fuck you’re such a cynic. Of course you don’t believe in love, Beau.”

“Didn’t say I don’t believe in love. I just think giving yourself over to it is dangerous.” I shrug, not shy in sharing my thoughts.

“Dangerous? How so?”

“It hooks you with ties stronger than death, Jesse. You of all people can understand that.” I give it to him straight. The man just lost his father this year. He should fucking get it.

“Jesus, Beau. Bit fucking deep, even for you.”

“It’s the fucking truth. I’m not saying you don’t love Bell. But are you ready to hand it all over, knowing if anything ever happened, it would hurt more than anything?”

“Hey, maybe it’s flawed and complex to you, Beau. But it’s not just one layer. It’s multiple fucking layers. Not giving yourself over to it because later it might hurt makes no sense. Death can’t cancel it out because it’s fucking pure. It cancels everything else out.” I don’t respond right away, my mind still trying to catch up that I’m having this conversation with Jesse.

It takes me a while to respond, my head still trying to process it from a different point of view. “The fuck you come up with this shit, Jesse?”

“I’m in love, brother. When you know, you know.” His deep laugh resonates from within him and fills the van.

“If you say so.” I shake my head and rest back in my chair. The next time he asks me a question, I pretend to be asleep. He’s already schooled me enough tonight. I don’t need him to know I was already affected by it.

We pull into the clubhouse early the next morning. After picking up the woman in Henderson, we drove her back to Rushford and set her up in one of the safe houses we have here. She will stay there for a week before we move her again with a new identity.

“The gate’s open,” I say aloud, but more to myself than anything.

“Maybe Nix is in.” Jesse sits up a little straighter. Both of us on alert. I know Nix said he would lock up after we left, so the gate being open puts me on edge.

“At five in the morning?” I pull out my cell and bring Nix’s name up. Jesse opens his door and walks toward the gate, pushing it fully open so I can drive through.

“Yeah,” Nix grumbles, coming out of sleep.

“You at the clubhouse?”

“No, why?” His voice becomes more alert at the mere question.

“Front gate is open.”

“I left after you took the van out. Locked that shit up tight ‘cause no one was in.”

“Nix?” Kadence’s whisper comes through the line.

“Shh, go back to sleep, babe.” I hear rustling and I know he’s moving through the house. “Check it out and call me back.” He hangs up as Jesse gets back in the van.

“Got your gun on you?” I ask, knowing he probably does.

“Yep.” He reaches for his gun as I pull up just short of the club parking lot.

“You carrying?” he asks, checking the chamber, the click and release ringing out between us.

“Yep. You take the front. I’ll take the back.” I put the van in park, both of us pushing our doors open and moving out.

I reach for my gun and watch Jesse head swiftly toward the front door. He clicks his tongue, pointing to the busted lock on the front door. I nod, bringing my gun up and walk around to the back of the clubhouse.

Instantly I’m alert, ready to act. The back door has been smashed in with a chair, shards of glass both inside and out. It cracks under my feet as I gently lift the chair out of my way and step over the debris and into the clubhouse. I walk through quietly. The rooms are dark with the sun not up, but I continue to clear each room as I go.

The place has been ransacked, both sofas are shredded, the top of the pool table sliced. The bar has been smashed up, every bottle cracked over the Oakwood countertop with shards of glass and liquid everywhere. It’s a complete fucking mess.

I catch movement to my left, and I clock Jesse clear the front hallway. He looks up, his gun still trained in front of him. I point to my right, signaling for him to go first toward the bedrooms.

He nods once and then steps forward. We search each room one by one. They show signs of being torn up. Beds slashed, mirrors smashed, furniture thrown across each room. The dirty fuckers even pissed on some of the beds. Fucking hell.

After we clear every room, we meet back out front in the main area.

“Jesus Christ. Cunts pissed on my bed.” Jesse kicks at one of the broken stools.

“What a fucking mess.” I look around. I wouldn’t even know where to start.

“How the fuck did they pass the alarm?” Jesse asks, moving to Nix’s office.

“I don’t fucking know. I’m gonna check the shed. Get Nix down here.” I head back through the clubhouse the same way I came in. As I clear the back door, I notice a figure to my right crouching down behind the shed. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I keep my pace smooth. The asshole can’t see me, but he can still turn at any time.

Making quick work, I clear half of the space between us, before he looks back and notices me. His hat is slung low, so I don’t get a good look at him before he stands, aims his gun and shoots off three rounds.

“Fucker.” I fall to the grass, taking cover and watching him bolt for the front gate.

“Jesse, out the front!” I find my feet and shout out, hoping he can cut him off. He’s too fast for me.

The guy takes the corner before I do, but I pick up speed, not willing to let him get away. He’s halfway to the gate by the time I take the corner. Jesse races out the front door, and takes the lead, before managing to spear him to the ground in a loud thud. I watch them struggle with a gun for a bit before Jesse manages to disarm him and pin him down, but not before a bullet leaves the chamber. The heat from it slices right pass me just as I reach them.

“Motherfucker.” Jesse presses his knee into his chest and knocks his hat back as I train my gun down at him.

It’s the dumb fuck who jumped me three weeks ago.

“You have to be fucking shitting me.” I look down at the piece of shit named Baz.

“Fuck you, fucker.” He continues to fight. Jesse’s fingers wrap around his throat forcing him down.

“You fucked up, man.” I squat down beside him.

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“You couldn’t have made it any easier for me.” I bring the butt of my gun down to the side of his head hard, knocking him out cold.

“I enjoyed that too much.” I let out a breath as Jesse comes to a stand.

“He got ya.” He points to my arm and the slight grazing about three inches long marks my skin. It’s nothing to be concerned with. Just a slight burning sensation, but I’m pissed he marked me.

“Help me pull him up.” We both grab him. Half carrying him and half dragging him we get him to the shed.

“Find some rope,” I instruct Jesse, pulling the asshole toward one of the metal shelving units. I bend down and bring him up against it. Baz stirs, almost coming to. I deliver a punch to his face again, knocking him back out. Jesse hands me some rope and I make quick work, tying his hands behind him and through the metal shelf.

After I’ve secured him, I search his body, making sure he’s clean.

“He have anything on him?” Jesse passes me a rag to tie around my arm.

“Nothing.” I stand and remove my cut, wrapping a knot around the graze.

“You get in touch with Nix?”

“Yeah, he just texted. He’s on his way.”

“Good, gives me some time to play with the fucker before he gets here.”

“What the fuck you going to do, Beau?” Jesse regards me carefully, probably thinking I don’t have it in me.

“This is the fucker who had a gun to my head three weeks ago outside of Fireside. Roughed him up a bit and warned him. Apparently, he didn’t learn. Coming into my fucking place and disrespecting our club.” I shake my head and move toward Baz. I should have fucking shot him when he threatened me the first time.

“Well, this will be interesting then,” Jesse declares as he pulls up a chair and gets comfortable.

“Wake up, fucker.” I lean down and slap Baz’s face a few times.

“Hmm,” Baz grumbles, his head rolling from side to side, slowly coming to.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

He blinks a few times, taking stock of where he is before he starts to fight his restraints. “What the fuck, man. Let me go.”

“And where would the fun be in that?” A slow smile pulls at my lips watching him realize he’s fucked.

“You will pay for this. I’ll fucking kill you.” He kicks his leg out trying to connect with me, but I step back.

“You’re not smart, Baz, are ya? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, looks like it’s you who’s about to pay.”

“What are you going to do?” His eyes briefly flick in fear before he manages to hide it.

“I don’t know yet. Depends on what info you give me.”

“I don’t have any info for ya.” He shakes his head, not giving in.

“What you doing on our turf?” I ask, keeping it cool to start with.

“Looking for my woman, the one you took from me.”

“You mean the one you beat?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Whatever she told you is a lie. I hardly fucking touched her.” He fights his restraints, but I made sure to secure him good. He’s not going anywhere. At least not until I’m ready to let him go.

“See, the thing is, Baz.” I squat back down, getting to his level. “She didn’t have to tell me anything. I fucking saw her face the day I picked her up.”

“It was an accident,” he blurts, only making it worse for him.

“So, you accidently beat your woman.” I bark a laugh. This guy is a piece of work.

I pull my arm back, making a fist with my hand as I go and let it surge forward, pounding it into his nose. A nice crack rings out before blood flows down over his lip. “Did that seem like an accident?” I taunt, reaching out, pinching his ear between my fingers and twisting it back.

“FUCK!” He screeches, his body twisting to find relief. “You’re fucking dead.” He tries to spit up at me, but misses.

“Now, now. No need for the death threats.” I release his ear, pushing his head back into the shelf with a thud. “Not yet at least. We still have a few things to get through.” I stand and walk toward the tools hanging up on the far right wall.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” His voice trembles as he starts to scramble.

Not so fucking tough now. Just like I thought. A fucking pussy.

“Beau,” Jesse warns as I grab a pair of bolt cutters.

“What? We’re just gonna play one game.”

Jesse curses under his breath knowing what I’m gonna do.

“I wonder if you didn’t have your fingers, would you still be able to accidently beat on a woman’s face again.” I turn back to Baz. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on his forehead.

“Are you just going to let him cut my fucking fingers off?” Baz looks to Jesse. His plea drips in desperation and fear, and I fucking love it.

“Don’t ask him, asshole. You pissed in his bed.” I squat down and force his face my way.

“I’ll do anything. Anything you say.” I grip his shoulder and pull him forward. “Please, I’m begging you.”

“Does your Prez know you’re here?” He doesn’t answer. His claim to doing anything to get out of this only seconds before was clearly bullshit.

“Which finger do you want the least? I’ll let you choose which one I take.” I reach for his hands not in the mood for his shit.

“NONE! I choose none.” He starts thrashing, but it’s no use. He’s fucked.

“Wrong choice.” With a steady hand, I grab his wrist. His fingers are fisted tight, so I pinch his middle finger and pointer. Digging in, I break them free.

“Does T know you’re here?” I ask again, holding both fingers firmly.

“NO! No one knows I’m here.” I’m not sure I believe him, so I goad him a little more.

“You sure, Baz? ‘Cause it looks like it’s gonna be two for one.” I lower the bolt cutters to just after two of his knuckles.

“I swear, I was told to leave you alone. They’re not interested in finding Sandra. They know I didn’t treat her good.” He starts spilling his guts in an attempt to save his fingers, but little does he know, it’s too fucking late for him. I’m just biding my time.

“How did you get through the alarm?” I ask my second question.

He hesitates, “There was no alarm.”

He’s lying.

“Last chance, Baz.”

“There wasn’t.” He hesitates again, feeding me bullshit.

“Wrong answer.” Slowly but deliberately, I squeeze down. The sickening crunch of flesh, muscle and bones is the only thing I focus on, dulling the harsh shriek of his screams.

“FUCK! No! No! No!” His voice cracks in pain and I push a little harder. I continue to torture him, drawing out more pain, more blood, before crushing them entirely between the metal. The faint thud of his fingers dropping to the concrete ends his torment.

“You fucker!” He starts to rock his body back and forth, over and over again. I reach down, picking up his fingers and wave them in front of his face.

“Oh, shit. That was an accident.” His eyelids flutter three times before his eyes roll back in his head, and then he’s gone.

Out like a light.

“Pansy-ass passed out.” I stand, disappointed my fun is over. Dropping his fingers to his lap, I reach for a rag, wiping the bolt cutters clean.

“You have fucking issues, man. That’s some messed-up shit,” Jesse says, breaking the silence.

“Fucker pissed on your bed, marks me, and beats on his woman, probably in front of their kid. He’ll be lucky if I leave him with a finger to scratch his ass.” I place the bolt cutters back on the workbench as the rumble of a bike pulls into the yard.

Leaving the asshole passed out on the ground, I walk out to meet Nix.

“He get ya good?” He notices my arm first.

“Nah, graze.” I shrug it off.

“Who is he?” He kicks the stand down on his bike and removes his helmet.

“A fucking Warrior,” I fill him in, watching his eyes darken.

Yeah, a Warrior on our turf is serious shit.

“Bypassed the alarm, smashed his way in and ripped the clubhouse apart. Every room.”

“The fuck?” Nix moves away from his bike and toward the shed. “How did he manage to get past the alarm?”

“Didn’t get it out of him. Could have someone working for the security company. Who fucking knows.” We enter the shed, Nix moving toward Baz.

“Jesus, Beau. Tell me he’s alive.” He kicks at Baz’s feet looking for life. He doesn’t stir. Blood pools all around him, his fingers lying on his lap.

“For now.”

“He the only one?”

“That we know of. Cameras will let us know.”

“How much damage he do?”

I look to Jesse allowing him to answer.

“The place is fucked-up, boss. Every room trashed. The fucker even pissed on some beds.”

“Jesus Christ.” He draws a large breath through his nose and lets it out slowly. “I just would like one fuckin’ month where I don’t have to deal with this shit.” He spins and kicks at a crate, sending it flying across the shed.

“You think it’s an attack?” Jesse asks after Nix calms down a little.

“Nah, I believe him. He’s just gone AWOL. He was here on his own. T’s not fucking stupid.” If the Warriors wanted a war, ransacking our clubhouse would be the least of our worries.

“He’s right. This isn’t retaliation. It’s not T’s style anyway,” Nix agrees.

“Well, what do you wanna do with him?” I ask, happy to fuck with him some more.

“Find out how he made it past the security system then get him out of here. I don’t care where you take him, but send his fingers back to his club.” He starts to walk toward the door. “And then I want everyone down here. We’ll need all hands on deck to help clean,” he says before leaving us alone.

“How pissed do you think he’s gonna be when he finds out he pissed in his bed too?” Jesse asks, a hint of humor in his question.

“I should probably get Baz out of here before he finds out. You think I’m twisted? You wouldn’t want to know what Nix would do.” I look back at the asshole still out cold.

“Well, I can’t say this has been fun. Remind me never to fuck with you.” Jesse stands and heads for the door.

“What? You’re not staying for the second act? You wound me.”

“No, I have piss to clean out of my bed, motherfucker. Now that I think about it, cut a finger off for me too.” He waves me off, leaving me alone with Baz, and my bolt cutters.

Twenty-One

Mackenzie

“Morning, beautiful.” A warm breath skirts over my ear, stirring me from my sleep.

“Beau?” I stretch out, letting myself wake up. My body aches more than yesterday. Muscles I never knew I had groan in protest.

“Sore, darlin’?”

I look up at his question and watch him strip beside the bed.

“It’s a good sore,” I tell him, my eyes traveling down his chest, abs, and landing on his hard cock.

Nope, it doesn’t get old.

“We don’t have much time.” He rips the covers off me and crawls over. My legs are bare, only going to bed in a pair of panties and Beau’s shirt.

“We don’t?” His fingers reach the thin lace of my panties. Dragging them down my legs, he throws them off to the side. My need is instant. It flows through me, awakening me entirely.

“Nope. Need to go back to the clubhouse. It was trashed last night. Nix wants us all there. I just came home for you.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

I open instantly, my tongue rushing to meet his. I sigh at the contact, letting him take control, his tongue guiding mine in an intimate dance.

The coolness of his cock piercing rests on my pubic bone. Lifting my hips, I seek a different angle, hoping to find some friction. It doesn’t work. Beau only pulls back, breaking our connection when I get close.

“Patience.” His lips move against my skin, peppering small kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“But I thought we didn’t have much time.” I roll my head to the side, allowing him better access.

“I changed my mind, forgot how sexy you look in my shirt.” He moves lower, bunches the shirt up around my neck and wraps his lips around my nipple. His hand glides to my other breast. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my erect nipple, rolling it and pulling it hard.

Groaning, my back arches, and lifts off the bed, pleasure and pain moving through me.

“You have the sexiest nipples I’ve ever seen.” He swaps sides, moving his mouth to my left breast, and his hand to the right. Repeating the same strokes, he gives them equal attention.

“I do?” It’s not that I don’t believe him, I just haven’t had a man so taken by them before.

“Oh, yeah.” He traces his finger around my red nipple. “Look how swollen it is for me.” He cups my breast and pushes it up giving me a better view. “Watch.” He lowers his mouth and captures it between his teeth, biting down hard and pulling back.

“Ahh.” I bite my lip at the pain, but keep my eyes on his mouth. He releases my nipple from his teeth, and then circles it with a soft touch of his tongue. It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. After getting his fill of my nipples, he releases my breast and pulls back.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left.” His hand trails down my stomach and finds my bare pussy lips.

“You haven’t?” I ask, letting him push my legs open wider. He crawls back down the bed, hands around my ankles, and jerks me to the end of the bed.

“I kept picturing my tongue, sliding through this pretty cunt of yours.” He drops to his knees, his mouth at the apex of my thighs. “I wanna make you come on my face, darlin’.” He blows his warm breath over me before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it hard.

“Beau!” I shriek, my hips rising off the bed. Sharp electric currents shoot up through my clit. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Pain then pleasure. Throbbing then contracting.

“Keep your ass on the bed or I stop.” He releases his suction, waiting for me to obey.

Instantly, I drop it back to the bed.

“Good girl,” is all he says before his tongue glides through my folds, curls around my clit twice before sliding back down. The roughness of his beard and the smoothness of his tongue ignite every small nerve to life.

He repeats the pattern again, curling around my clit before sliding down. On the third lap, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. This time two fingers enter me at the same time. White flashes explode in front of my eyes, the name of God flies past my lips as I press my hips down against his fingers. The walls of my sex contract around him.

He releases my clit with a pop, hooks his fingers deep, then presses into me over and over.

“Yes,” I moan as waves and waves of energy build within me.

“You’re gonna come hard in a minute, darlin’. Don’t fight it.” Beau’s voice breaks through my haze. His fingers keep pressing up into me, harder. Faster. Up and down.

He’s right. I can sense it everywhere. I’m on the edge of something explosive. Heat coils through me. My breath is shallow, not giving me the oxygen I need to keep a clear head.

He pushes in deeper, presses up harder, and then the explosion hits me. An orgasm, unlike anything I’ve ever had before rolls over me. Starting in my toes and ending in my nose, it shatters through me. Wave upon wave crashes over me, drowning me in pure ecstasy. Digging my heels into the bed and my fingers into my hair, I rear my hips up, taking Beau’s hand with me and begging for more. He doesn’t still or stop, his fingers milking my new favorite spot.

“Fucking beautiful.” His voice is raw, like it hurts him to speak. His hunger becoming palpable, dancing over the surface of my skin in a soft low whisper.

“Never—” I start to say, but give up, too high on lust to form a coherent sentence.

After what feels like an eternity, when the pulse starts to dull, my hips return to the bed, and Beau’s fingers slide out of me and glide up to my clit.

“No more, Beau.” My legs squeeze together in protest, trapping his hand.

“One more, darlin’,” he coaxes, using both hands to pull my knees apart, and pushing them back down to the bed.

Pressing the flat part of his thumb against my swollen clit, he starts rolling it in slow, gentle strokes.

“I can’t.” I fight it, knowing what he’s trying for. My clit is on fire, my body is spent and I’m pretty sure my face is numb.

“It’s happening, darlin’, and you’re gonna watch it.” The wave builds again the harder he rubs against me, and in less than ten seconds, I’m close once more.

“Eyes on me, Kenzie,” he warns, flattening my clit.

“Oh, God, Beau. It’s too much.” The coil starts to unravel, surging and crashing over me.

“Now.” He growls as the first squirt of my orgasm hits his face. "Fuck, yes," erupts from his mouth as he leans in closer.

Holy shit.

Rolling harder on my clit, he flicks his tongue out as the next small burst sprays from me, catching it with his mouth.

“OH, GOD. OH, GOD. OH, GOD!” I half chant, half scream as he continues to press down on my clit. The orgasm is short, but powerful as he lets me ride it out.

Holy shit, that just happened.

I’m done.

Exhausted.

Possibly dead.

Beau releases his finger from my now bruised clit, and then dives in. His tongue laps up everything I just gave him with a hunger I haven’t seen before.

Where the hell did that come from?

“Fuck, Kenz. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen.” He moves his body back over me, hovering above me.

“I can’t even right now, Beau,” I tell him then watch a triumphant grin spread over his face. His beard glistens with my arousal and it might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You come like that for everyone?” I don’t have it in me to be shy about it. It’s only happened twice before, both times on my own.

“Only on my own.” His eyes darken getting my drift, and I need to end this now before he asks for more information. “Your beard,” I whisper as I reach up.

“Never washing it again.” He snatches my hand away and leans in, nuzzling against my jaw, and down my neck.

“Jesus, Beau.” I squirm against the dampness of his scruff. He slides to the other side, showing the same attention. Claiming me with my own scent.

“Now I can smell your cunt all day.” He places his nose to my neck and inhales loudly. "Fucking delicious. Now, get on your hands and knees. My balls are about to explode after seeing you come that hard.” It doesn’t take being told twice to roll onto my stomach and find my knees before pushing up with my arms. His hands spread my ass cheeks apart and he slides the tip of his cock between my lips. The cool metal of his piercing hits the hood of my clit and I whimper at the sensitive touch.

“I’m gonna take you hard, darlin’. I need it, baby.” I nod, letting him know I need the same. Instantly, he drives himself into me, filling me in one deep thrust.

We both cry out in unison, his piercing giving me a new level of pleasure with the different angle. I move my hips in small circles, adjusting and allowing myself to take all of him.

“Damn, Kenz. Stop.” The quick pinch of fingers at my side has me stilling.

We stay like this for a few seconds, both of us unmoving. My heart pounds erratically at the thought of him releasing more power over me.

I’m about to tell him I need more when he rocks into me, slow to start with, before building his stroke deliberately. The bar that sits on the underside of his cock glides over the ridges of my walls stroking me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my own massager, adding a whole new level of pleasure to work with.

“One day, when you’re ready, I’m gonna take your hands and tie them behind your back, and fuck you like this.” His words are like an electric current running through me, setting every nerve ending on fire.

Would I let him tie me? Allow him total control?

“You’re gonna fucking love it, darlin’,” Beau answers my silent question, and the way he says it makes me believe him. So I don’t argue. I just let my body relax into it and let him take what he needs. What we both need.

“Tell me you want it, darlin’,” he pushes, needing my words.

Always words.

“I want it, Beau. I want you to do it,” I confess, giving myself over to him. I’m not sure I’m ready right now, but the thought of being tied under him excites me more than I thought it would.

“I will.” His strokes build faster, harder, more controlled. Then when I think I can’t take it anymore, he reaches around, flicks my clit once and I’m coming apart under him.

“Beau, yes!” I scream, letting the orgasm hit me and take me under, dragging me beneath a wild current and forcing me to swim. His piercing drags out my orgasm, pulling me along a little bit further as he succumbs to his own release.

“God, yes. Fuck, darlin’,” he grunts out, before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

“Holy shit, Beau.” I buck at the unexpected pain, then soothe myself as his hips slow. His breathing is harsh, but his strokes are gentle so I take comfort in it. This is Beau. Hard and soft. Rough and smooth. For every action, he controls my reaction and I can’t help but be drawn into it, into him.

“We’re gonna be late,” I whisper, my voice scratchy from crying out. My words break the moment, causing him to still.

“I decided we’re not going. We’re staying in bed, not leaving here till I have my fill.” He gently slides out of me and then rolls off to the side.

“But we have to go help.” I follow him down, falling to my back.

“Not anymore. You’re not feeling well.” He reaches for his shirt to help me clean up. I let him wipe himself from between my legs then watch him throw his shirt back on the floor.