Beau still hasn’t shared where we’re going, but wherever it is, I feel safe. His mouth is tight, and there’s tension in his thick brows. Even while being upset, his profile is something to admire. He is more gorgeous than any man has a right to be, but what you see on the surface is only part of his magnetism. His kindness and heroism make him undeniable. I can’t deny the attraction I feel nor that I’m falling for him.
I’m lost in thought when his phone hits my lap. “Call your parents, Bleu. It’s time. You can’t keep them in the dark about this.”
I’m thrown off guard by his audacity. I don’t need a lecture as if I was some child. Why in the heck did he have to interrupt my appreciation of him by being a hard ass?
“Look. It’s the right thing to do. I’m sure they’re worried sick. I don’t think your dad will have the reaction you fear he will have,” he says more concerned than bossy.
“How can you be so sure,” I retort.
“Because they raised a sweet, amazing daughter. Those traits came from somewhere, so give them a chance. It’s selfish not to. Think how much they’re hurting right now if you’re wrong.”
“Fine.” I huff, but I know he’s right. I quickly dial my father’s number before my nerves can get the best of me.
“Hello?” The minute I hear my father’s voice, tears run down my face. I miss him and my mother so much. “Hello?” he says again.
“Hi, Father,” I finally say, not trusting my voice. A lump forms in my throat, but I know I have to push forward.
“Oh, my God, Bleu. Helen, Bleu is on the phone,” he calls out to my mother. “Where are you, honey? We’ve been worried sick. Ethan told us you took a spa trip, but he finally had to admit you ran off. He said you left everything. That you would be back because you had no way to get money.”
I can hear the worry in my father’s voice, and I know immediately I was wrong.
“I have to tell you all something. Can you please put me on speaker so I don’t have to say it twice?” I plead.
“Okay, sugar. Your mother can hear you. Tell us what’s wrong. What spooked you?”
I look over at Beau, and he nods in encouragement. I take a deep breath and unleash the sordid story like word vomit, barely even pausing to take a breath. The silence on the end frightens me, but I don’t stop until every minute detail is out in the open. Surprisingly, I don’t full-out cry this time. I feel empowered regardless of my parents’ reaction.
“It’s what we feared,” my father admits. He apologizes profusely for not seeing the signs sooner and says he’s leaving the practice he has with Jerry and going back to his old one.
“It’s not your fault. I was the coward. I was scared you would make excuses for him to save your new business relationship. I hate that you have to go back to your old group.” The truth is out, and my worst fear is realized. My father will lose his new practice because of me.
“I’m so sad you would think that, Bleu. You’re our world. The truth is, things weren’t working out behind the scenes anyway. The money was great, but Ethan wasn’t as silent of a partner as originally agreed. He had too much input in how things were run and that caused a conflict of interest. It’s like I had a boss rather than the autonomy to do as I saw fit with my patients and plans for growth.” My father sighs into the phone. “My old group called for me to come back shortly after you left. It took me leaving for them to realize just how much of an asset I really was. They want to sit down next week to renegotiate what it will take for me to rejoin them. It’s not Beverly Hills, but I already have patients who plan to follow me wherever I move my practice.”
“We love you, Bleu. You will always come first before any business. Tell us what you want. Do you want to come home? Do you need money?” I can hear the tears in my mother’s voice, and I hate that I doubted them. I hate that I worried them.
“I’m fine. I got a job, and I’m filing charges against Ethan. I’m safe. I’ll call you both in the morning after I file the report, but please, don’t worry about me.” I’m happy things will work out with my father’s job, so now I know everything is going to work out. We say I love you to one another and promise to talk tomorrow. I needed this conversation and can feel the weight lifted from my shoulders. After I end the call, it takes me a moment to look up to see we’re at the police station. What in the world?
“You’re on a roll of confidence and strength,” Beau says, answering my unasked question. He reaches over and gives my hand a squeeze. “I thought maybe you’d like to finish conquering your fears tonight.” Squeezing my hand seems to be his and his mother’s thing. It’s an effort to comfort, and surprisingly, it has a calming effect.
“What do you mean?” I know what he’s getting at. I’m just stalling.
“I’m here for you. I say we go in, and you file assault charges against Ethan tonight. Finish getting it out there on public record. Tomorrow is a new day. Your official new start. The day you begin to truly heal. I will go in with you tonight, so you don’t have to think about any of this tomorrow.”
I don’t know what to say. All week, he hasn’t said two words to me, and let’s not forget about Target girl. Yet here he is, willing to be there when I need someone the most. Encouraging me to face my fears, so tomorrow can be the start of something new.
“Okay,” I agree. I have no hopes of things progressing beyond this for us, but I will lean on his strength to enhance my own. He is out of the truck in a nanosecond—his chivalry unwavering. He opens my door and takes me by the hand.
“Let’s do this, my little hitchhiker.” He doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk up to the precinct. My heart skips a beat with every step. My nerves are nonexistent as of this point. I’m too giddy that he used his pet name for me. It’s weird, but it feels like how it was before his blowup.
“You’ve got this,” he says, opening the door for me. With him by my side, I know I do.
After the visit to the police station, Beau takes us to a hotel. The minute we walk in, it’s obvious he’d been staying here and that this is where Rosalita was referring he take me. I’m so confused by this. Why would she have him bring me here?
Time to address the elephant in the room. “I’m sorry for the things I said the last time we were together,” I blurt out. We’re in a spacious living area, so I take a seat. I don’t even want to think about all the sex he’s had in the bedroom. Ugh, what if he had sex on this sofa too. I’m so distracted by this room and what it means.
“You were right, Bleu.” My ears perk up. What? Did he just say I was right? “It took me getting this room for a week to have some time to think about everything you said. Everything I didn’t want to hear.” He is standing at the wet bar pouring us some amber liquid from a decanter, and I’m at the edge of my seat—literally. He’s dragging out this admission, and I need to see where he is going with this.
There’s a knock on the door, and I jump. It’s almost midnight. Who else could it be but a booty call. Suddenly, I don’t feel so good. I don’t think we’ll get to what he was going to tell me now. Tonight was going so well, yet the wrecking ball on the other side of that door is about to demolish any progress I’ve made. He saunters over to the door as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to have company this late. Who in the hell am I kidding? This has probably been an every-night occurrence. He swings the door open, and it’s a freaking bellboy standing there with a cake on a platter and eating utensils on the side. And not just any cake, it has the number twenty-one on it. He tips the college-aged boy and brings it over to me. Now I can see that it says, “Happy Birthday, Bleu.”
I let out an audible breath. Can this guy get any more perfect?
“What was that breath for? Who did you think it was?”
“Target girl or some other hookup?” It takes a moment for him to catch the reference, and then he laughs out loud.
“Not a chance, sweetheart. She stopped by today because her car wouldn’t start a few blocks away, and she knew there was a chance she’d find me at the restaurant. What she really meant was that she was coming to see why I never called the number she slipped to me that day.” He winks, and I feel myself blushing. “She is not my type at all.”
“What is your type?” I challenge. Ready to hear some unrealistic crap that men find sexy. Equally afraid to hear his answer.
“You,” he says simply. “You’re my type, Bleu. I didn’t get this room for a fuckfest this week. I got it to have time to think. Yeah, I was upset at first but not at you. I was upset with myself.”
“Why?”
“Because I let you in before I had even realized it. I never stood a chance. You swooped into town wearing those sexy as hell cutoffs and changed what it was I thought I wanted. I won’t lie. I wanted to and still do want to fuck you senseless, but I want more. I can’t promise to be a perfect man for you; hell, I don’t even know if I deserve you. But what I do know is that for the first time in a long time, I want to try. I don’t want you to leave Hope Town. I don’t want you to leave me.”
He sets the cake down on the coffee table along with a lighter that I guess the bellboy brought us as well. He grabs our drinks from the wet bar, and I’m still sitting here speechless.
“Please say something, Bleu. I kind of just poured my heart out just now,” he jokes, but the underlying seriousness is at the surface. The truth is, he had my heart from the moment our souls met. Mine recognized his, and neither of us stood a chance. It’s only been a week, so this all seems so farfetched even to me, but this connection between us is undeniable. I stand and take the drinks from his hands. I rise on my tiptoes and bring his face to mine. I nudge his lips softly, and he immediately deepens the kiss. I don’t want to let him go, but he finally pulls away.
“Happy Birthday, baby.” He lights the candles and smiles. “Make no mistake. I’m going to give you the best birthday sex ever, but first make a wish. Your birthday can’t end with you not having a piece of cake.”
I smile before closing my eyes and making a wish. I only want one thing. He sits us down and slices us a piece of cake.
“Cake, scotch, and my favorite person,” he says. To hell with the butterflies, I have the whole species slamming against my chest.
One taste of the Italian Cream cake, and I know it’s from Rosalita. Damn, it’s so good. But wait.
“Does your mother know about us? About our fight?”
“We didn’t fight. I was a jackass, but the answer to your question is yes. When I finally came to my senses, she was the one to encourage me to get my head out of my ass and make things right with you before you left.”
“Hence the reason she pushed me on you tonight.” I chuckle.
“No pushing needed. I was coming by after you got off anyway to make things right. I didn’t want your birthday to end with things the way they were. I was ready to man the hell up and tell you how I felt when I got the disturbing call from my mother when she realized too late that the guy who showed up was your ex.”
“It wasn’t her fault,” I begin.
“No. We will not discuss fuckface tonight. This is your night.” He feeds me another piece of cake. “Our night.”
I set the cake down, and that’s the only invitation he needs. I stand to pull off my jeans before pulling my work t-shirt over my head. I begin to quickly unsnap my bra, ready to have a repeat of him, but he stills my hand.
“Tonight is not a sprint. I’m going to fuck you savagely and then make love to you passionately slow. Tonight, your body will be my temple. I’m going to explore every inch and give you more orgasms than you can fathom. Tell me you’re mine, Bleu. Tell me that sweet pussy belongs to me.”
“I’m yours.”
“Well, in that case, I shall take what’s mine,” he growls. He stands this time and pulls his shirt over his head. I watch as his abs flex, several veins disappearing into his jeans, his V on display. I want to lick every single one. “See something you like, Bleu?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
“Hmmm, show me,” he challenges. “Show me what you like—what you want.”
It’s a challenge I’m more than willing to accept. My trembling fingers fidget with the button of his jeans. His dick is at eye level and pushing against the denim. I remember just how endowed he is and I can hardly contain my excitement. This beautiful man wants me. I get to have my way with him.
I finally get his jeans done and his already engorged cock springs free. I waste no time pulling them to his ankles. So pink. So gorgeous. Mine. I grab him at the base before wrapping my lips around his thick cock. A hiss escapes his lips.
“Fuck, Bleu. I wasn’t expecting that.” He groans. His obvious pleasure spurs me on. I hollow my cheeks and take him deep, sucking him while I stroke him with my other hand. He throws his head back and lets out the sexiest guttural sound I’ve heard. “Yes, just like that,” he encourages.
He thrusts his hips as he begins to fuck my mouth. He grabs my head, and I can feel the fight within him not to go too fast. I increase my rhythm to give him what I know he wants. I take him deeper, but I’m still so far from the base of him. I use both hands now to jack him off while I give more suction.
“Bleuuuuu …” His legs tense, but I ignore his warning. I want what’s coming. He shoots his jizz, and hungrily, I swallow it all. I even lick my lips to catch the last bit I feel lingering on my bottom lip. “Fuck, woman,” he swears.
“You’re welcome,” I say proudly. He deserved that and more. I see the heat in his eyes as he kicks his jeans the rest of the way off. An unspoken promise passes between us, and I know he is about to make good on that fuck he promised me.
Beau
My little hitchhiker nearly brought me to my knees with how fucking amazing her mouth is, but I’m about to open her flood gates. There will be no sleeping tonight. I won’t let her escape my unquenchable thirst this time. She said her pussy was mine, and I’m about to prove to her with an unequivocal doubt that it is.
Her gaze never leaves mine as I slide her ass to the edge of the sofa, but a small whimper escapes her when I drop to my knees. I use one hand to gently ease her back. The thin black lace hiding her pussy from me never stood a chance. I snap it from her body with one pull. I have her petite legs wrapped around my head in one move. My tongue wastes no time diving into her hot, wet pussy. She begins to squirm just as I knew she would.
“Ahhhhh,” she cries out unintelligibly. I swoop her up so that I’m now carrying her. Only I’m still latched onto her sweetness. She has nowhere to run. I suck, lick, and nibble—driving her wild with my wicked tongue.
“Holy fuck me,” she swears. He legs tighten around my neck before the uncontrollable tremble begins. This one is going to be monstrous. My dick swells with pride. I tongue fuck her with fervor, persistence driving me. I want that fucking orgasm she owes me. I don’t have to wait long. With a squeal to rival all squeals, she squirts her satisfaction into my mouth, and I suck it all. My little hitchhiker is a screamer. I can’t help the smile that comes from this little nugget of knowledge. It makes me want to give her more to scream about. My dick is at full mast now and ready for round two.
I walk us to the bedroom with her still wrapped around my neck. “It’s hard for me to come more than once,” she professes. “It may take me a while.”
“Give me two minutes, angel.” She looks surprised as I lay her down. She begins to explain, but I shush her with one finger. “Tonight, you will come until you beg me to stop. Your orgasms belong to me, and I plan to collect. Every. Single. Fucking. One.” Her skin flushes with my promise. Yeah. I’m already halfway there before even putting my dick in her, and she doesn’t even know it.
I rub her swollen pussy, and she jumps slightly from the sensitivity that remains. Perfect. I spread her legs open, but first, I make her watch me stroke my dick. She bites her lip in anticipation. ‘Can’t have another orgasm’ my ass. Watch me.
“Two minutes, babe,” I say, reminding her of my promise.
I slide between her folds and into her wet heat. Her back arches off the bed. I use this time to snap her bra off. Screw it. I’ll buy her another one. I want to watch her perfect tits bounce while I fuck her. I drive deep and slow as I palm one breast and suck on the other.
“Oh, Beau,” she says, already pushing my ass to go deeper. Yeah, I don’t even need the second minute. I have a point to prove. I pick up my pace as my hips piston—driving deeper with every thrust. I raise one of her legs and angle it just so, to hit the spot I’m aiming for. I can feel the moment her wetness coats my cock. She stiffens to ride out the aftershock, but I keeping fucking. Another orgasm is ripped from her as the second one stampedes over the first one.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” she cries before biting down on my shoulder.
Fuck me. A screamer and a biter. I can’t wait to reveal what else my lover is holding back.
“That was one minute, by the way,” I tease in triumph.
“You timed it?” she asked unconvinced. She is still panting, and it’s sexy as hell. I point at the alarm clock next to the bed above her head.
“That one was just to prove a point. Now, I’m about to claim them all. My pussy, Bleu. My orgasms.”
“Yes, please.”
My little hitchhiker is in for a long night. I won’t stop until every inch of her is ingrained in my memory. My savage and passion will be unleashed within her walls. I hope she is ready for both. Tonight, I’m claiming her as mine. Another Beau first.