Chapter 21
Can't Leave You
Camille
I woke to the soft patter of Beau shuffling out of bed and quietly sneaking into the bathroom for a shower. Tired after a long night, the shower's gentle hiss quickly lulled me back to sleep.
I woke up again some time later when Beau's lips—warm and fresh and clean from his shower—gently pressed against mine.
“Morning Camille.”
With a sleepy moan, I stirred and stretched in bed. I opened my eyes and saw that Beau was already dressed and ready to go. He looked handsome as hell and well-dressed in a new suit and tie.
“Mm. Good morning, Beau.”
He sat on the mattress next to me. His weight cratered the mattress, and I tumbled over, sliding towards his mass.
“I have to go,” he said quietly, wearing a frown.
“Already?” I made a sleepy noise of disapproval and checked the clock—it was just after 6:00. “But it's so early. You said you don't even have to leave until 7:00.”
“Yup. But team breakfast is at 6:15, and if I'm not there, it'll raise some eyebrows. I gotta run up to the room with Hunter before anyone realizes I'm not there. Because if I get caught, that'd land him in trouble for covering for me. And trust me, you don't want to get the captain in trouble, or you're really fucked.”
My brow must've furrowed, because Beau chuckled and ironed the creases out with his fingers. “Aw. Don't be sad. Remember: one week and I'll be back.”
“I know. I just wish you could stay. Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay, Beau?” I stuck my hand between his legs, found his package, and gently rubbed it. Quickly, he began to grow in my palm. “Just a little while longer?”
I gave him the same seductive stare that worked so well on him last night—the one that kept him up into the wee-hours of the night, making him go one round after another, when he should've been getting the good night's rest that a professional athlete needs. Just like he kept reminding me before he inevitably gave in.
“Oh.” A troubled look set in behind Beau's eyes, and I knew he was torn and conflicted. “Oh, now that's just evil, Cam.”
I giggled. “I know. Just a quick one, Beau … please? I love your big dick so much. It won't take long. I promise.”
I knew well enough by now that my words had the power to put a spell over Beau. And it was so deeply satisfying to see how such a big, strong man could be so easily seduced by me.
His eyes went glossy, his lips parted, and he seemed like he'd do whatever I told him to do next.
“Fuck me, Beau,” I whimpered. “Fuck me with your big dick. One last time? Please?”
Beau grunted and grabbed his waist-button between his hands, ready to tear his trousers open and fuck me silly all over again—
When his pocket began to loudly buzz.
“Shit.”
The spell was broken and a clarity returned to Beau's eyes. He fumbled through his pocket to fetch his phone.
“Sup Hunter? Yeah, man. Don't worry. I'm heading up there literally right now. Okay okay okay. I'm coming. Sorry dude.”
He hung up and stashed the phone back in his pocket.
“Sorry babe. I really gotta go. Hunter's all pissy and worried that I'm going to get him busted.” But then he neared me again. He knew better—you could see it on his face!—but still he put his large hand between my legs, slowly up my thighs, and slid his fingers gently against my folds.
“But Beau … they need you right now …” I moaned, spreading my legs open for him, daring him to finger me.
He shook his head and snapped out of his trance. “God! The hell am I doing? I can't even leave you!”
“You better go,” I said. “You better go now because if you stay a second longer, I'm going to try to lure you right back into bed.”
“One kiss,” Beau said.
We kissed. Short, but so sweet—two pairs of lips full of promise and hope.
And then we said goodbye.
And then I watched as Beau backed away slowly, smiling at me, as if he were committing the sight of me—naked and sprawled out in our secret hotel bed—to memory.
“One week,” I said quietly after the door shut. “One week. Well, let's see how this goes.”