Chapter One

 

Beau

“Hey, Sugar. I was just about to call you.”

“Is that so?” I can hear the sleep in her voice.

“You just wakin’ up?” A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s only seven-thirty in the morning in Austin.

There’s some rustling and groaning on the other end. I can just imagine her rolling around in our big bed, naked, warm…naked.

“Yes. I have to meet my mama at the bridal shop for my final fitting today. I just wanted to call you before you boarded the plane. I miss you,” Addy says softly.

“I miss you too. I’ll be home by supper time, and then you can show me just how much you missed me.” A slow smile creeps over my lips at the thought. “You can start by wearin’ that pretty little sundress. The one with the crisscross straps and flowers.”

Her throaty laugh hits me right in the dick. “You mean the one that I can’t wear a bra with?” She knows me so well. “Beau McCrae, you’re too damn much, you know that?”

“I do.”

“As long as you know.”

Before I can answer or talk her into phone sex, they announce my flight. “I gotta go, Sug. Keep it warm for me, I’ll be home soon,” I tell her teasingly.

“Love you, Beau.”

“Love you too.” I wait ’til she disconnects before pulling my hat down low and grabbing my bag. My face hidden behind the shadows of my hat and beard, I make my way onto the flight and into my seat.

I’m careful not to make eye contact with anyone except the flight attendant, who asks what she can get me to drink. Gotta love First Class. Since it’s a long ass flight and I don’t love flying, I take her up on her offer and order a bourbon.

I hate traveling without Addy, but this time, I was able to set up a special little surprise for her, so it was a good thing she hadn’t been able to come with me. It’s not often that I go anywhere without her, but she had business to take care of and this wasn’t just some quick jaunt. Three days was long enough for both of us though, and it was time to go home to my woman.

With that thought in mind, I slip further into my seat and close my eyes. If I can’t be with Addy Mae, I’ll just have to dream about her until I can.

* * *

“Miss Addy, there’s someone here to see you.” Nelle’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

I’m not expecting anyone, having just finished up with my meeting. Hoping she doesn’t have me on speaker, I press the button to respond. “I’m sorry, Nelle, I’m not able to take a meeting right now. Please reschedule.”

It’s rude, true, but I want to get things wrapped up so that I can get home before Beau lands. Between the wedding planning, his tour, and my work, we haven’t been able to spend any time together lately. I’m eager to set eyes on my man and get my surprise in place for him. I’m just signing out of the server when my door flies open, causing my head to whip up.

“Sugar, when your fiancé requests a meetin’, you make time.” Beau drawls, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips, which makes my heart do that funny little thing it does every single time he’s near.

“Beau!” Surprise keeps me immobile for a moment, but once I’m able to shake it off, I launch out of my chair and throw myself in his waiting arms. “What are you doin’ here? I thought you said your flight got in this evening?”

He doesn’t answer. He just wraps his muscled arms around me, hauling me against his hard frame and bending his head to take my mouth in a welcoming kiss. Opening my lips to allow him in, I dart my tongue into the heat of his mouth eagerly. With a groan, Beau grabs a handful of my ass, pressing me into the growing bulge behind his zipper.

“Well now, if this isn’t the best welcome home, I don’t know what is,” he says, in between kisses, as he walks us back to my desk. A little desperately, I trail my lips down his neck and anywhere I can reach, spreading my legs as wide as my skirt will allow when he lifts me onto my desk. He wedges himself in between my thighs and, with his hand splayed across my back to balance me, he leans over and presses the button on the intercom.

“Miss Nelle, you can go ahead and cancel the rest of her afternoon, then go on home, darlin’. Miss Addy Mae won’t be fit for company after my meetin’.” Mortified, I smack his chest, hurting my hand more than him. Nelle is in her sixties and like a grandmother to me, and he all but admitted that we were going to be having sex in here.

“Don’t you worry, you rascal, I’ve already canceled everything and sent the phone to the service. I’ll see you kids soon,” Nelle responds with a chuckle.

“I cannot believe you said that,” I hiss, as I start unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

“You can’t?” He looks at me, a brow raised.

“Well, I can, but still! How will I be able to look her in the face when I see her on Saturday ?”

“Who says you’ll be allowed out of my bed by then?” The gleam in his beautiful hazel eyes is downright sinful, the flecks of gold making them shine in the sunlight streaming through my windows.

“That right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I love it when you go all Southern on me.” I sigh the words against his skin.

“Am I ever not?” Beau asks on a soft laugh.

“I guess not, but sometimes you’re extra country boy, and that does it for me, in case you didn’t know.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I peer up at him. Telling Beau McCrae things like that will guarantee one thing. I may talk slow, but I’m not stupid; I know my man.

“Spread your legs, Addy Mae Masterson. I’m about to show you just how southern I can get.” He drawls out the command seductively.

With a triumphant smile, I do as I’m told. Beau may be the musician in the relationship, but I can play him like a fine-tuned fiddle. And not just because he lets me.

My head thunks back on the desk as Beau hooks my panties out of his way, humming in appreciation at the freshly-waxed pussy that greets him.

“I missed you, Beau.” My voice is breathy in anticipation.

“You missed me, or my watermelon crawl, Sug?” he asks, his mouth right at my opening, warm breath tickling the bare flesh.

“Mmmm, ask me when you’re finished being extra southern.”

With a low laugh, he murmurs what sounds a little bit like “Beau ho,” right before he slips his tongue through my gathering wetness, not giving me a chance to ask what he said.