She’s close, but I don’t think she’ll fall over the edge immediately and I’m fine with that. I don’t know that I want any fuck with her to be something quick. Taking my time ensures that I feel whole for that much longer.
“Beau,” she cries softly.
I love that, too.
The fact that she doesn’t scream and flail around. Her climaxes, her noises, are slight, soft, and just like everything else about her—gentle. Hutton isn’t a loud woman, though I do think I’ll accept the challenge of making her scream at some point in our relationship.
“Not yet,” I warn.
I’m going to have to take another shower this morning. Sweat has gathered on my face, forehead, and chest, but it’s worth every fucking droplet just being inside of her. Hutton mewls, her body shaking slightly as I continue to pound into her.
“Please,” she begs.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I touch two fingers to her clit. Her body jerks and I fuck her harder, faster, as my fingers move against her clit. It doesn’t take long, seconds only. She whimpers as her entire body locks up. I don’t stop, drawing out her climax before I bury myself to the hilt as my release takes over my entire body as well.
She relaxes beneath me, her arms giving out as she slowly sinks down to the floor. I do the same, resting my chest against her back for just a moment before I slide out of her and roll over next to her.
She turns her head, her hair a tangled mess from last night and this morning. Slowly, her lips turn up into a small lazy smile. I hold my breath as she reaches out, her hand pressing against my chest as her eyes stay focused on mine.
“When did that get so good?” she asks.
“What? Doggy style?” I grin.
Her face turns pink and she shakes her head. “Us. Being with you?”
I hum, gathering her in my arms and pulling her against my body. “It was good back then, too. It’s just better now because we appreciate one another in a way that we couldn’t ten years ago.”
Leaning down, I press my mouth to hers. I kiss her so that she can’t say anything—so that she can just feel.
Chapter Fourteen
BEAUMONT
Hutton insisted that I drop her off at the front porch of her house, instead of going inside then fucking her again before taking her to work. Against my personal desires, I did what she asked. I dropped her off and left. But I didn’t go far. Like the fucking creeper that I am, I went and bought her a muffin and coffee, then went to her salon.
Laurie is already inside, a smile playing on her lips when she sees me with the breakfast and drink.
“Did she get lucky? Tell me she did,” she snaps.
Shaking my head, I press my lips together. “Not tellin’,” I state as I walk over to Hutton’s station.
I set the cup and bag down, then sink down in her chair to wait for her. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, trying not to think of the way she looked on her knees for me taking my cock between her gorgeous lips, I fucking fail.
“Well, I’m glad you both got the closure you needed. Now you can move on with your lives,” Laurie says, interrupting my great memories.
My eyes open and I spin around in the chair to look over at her. “What?” I bark.
“Closure,” she says slowly as if I’m fucking stupid. “A good last screw to move on. It’s why neither one of you could properly get over one another.”
I shake my head, standing to my feet. “No way. That’s not what last night was. Hutton knows that…” I start to explain that we’re together now but snap my mouth shut at the risk of sounding like a fucking woman.
“Why don’t we just ask Hutton?” she asks, arching a brow.
As if she’s been summoned, Hutton opens the front door. She freezes after only taking one step inside. Her eyes find me and her face pales for a moment before it turns that pretty shade of pink that I love so much.
“Brought you breakfast and coffee.” I grin, sticking my thumb out and gesturing over my shoulder to the items behind me on the counter.
Hutton takes another step inside. “Thanks,” she whispers.
“Darlin’?” I take a step toward her, then another. Her body is frozen, and she looks funny as I wrap my hands around her waist. “What’s wrong?” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “I’m just tired.”
Grinning, I dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers. “Tonight, dinner again?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip, looking to the side, then back to me. “I shouldn’t…”
“I’ll come to your place. I’ll bring dinner, too,” I offer.
Hutton nods once. “Okay.”
“What time’ll you be done here?”
She presses her lips together. I can practically see her going over her calendar in her head, then she nods once. “I’ll be home by eight, I have one late client tonight.”
“I’ll be there, give me a key and I’ll have dinner waiting.”
“A key?”
“A key.”
Laurie clears her throat somewhere next to us in the room. I wait silently, then after about a minute of Hutton contemplating her decision, she reaches into her purse and brings out a handful of keys. I watch as she takes a step back, taking a key off of the keyring then grips it tightly in her palm.
Hutton’s eyes lift to mine and I see the uncertainty in her gaze, but I know without a doubt that there is none in mine. I want this. Want her. She was always meant to be mine, it just took me a while to get my head out of my ass about her.
It feels like I’ve won a war when she holds the small metal piece out to me. Taking it in my hand, I shove it in my pocket before I reach out for her.
Gathering her in my arms, I slant my head and press my lips against hers, sliding my tongue deep inside of her mouth without wasting a second.
I kiss her, deep and wet, enjoying the way she tastes and knowing that I’ll have more of her in just a few long hours.
When I’m forced to break the kiss, I press my forehead against hers. “See you tonight, darlin’ girl,” I breathe.
“See you,” she whispers breathlessly.
Taking a step back, I lift my hand to Laurie, giving her a small wave and walk out of the salon, knowing without a doubt that both women are watching my retreating form.
It may take a little time for Hutton to see that I want her, that I need her, that she’s mine. But I have all the time in the world to prove to her that she is exactly who I want. My decision has been made, and she’s it.
HUTTON
“Spill,” Laurie demands just as the door closes behind Beaumont’s gorgeous jean-clad ass.
Walking over to the wall, I reach for my apron and slip it on without saying a word. Then I make my way over to my station. Picking up the coffee, I bring it to my lips and take a long sip as I sink down into my chair.
I hiss once my ass hits the seat. I’m much more tender than I thought I would be, something I didn’t realize until I showered and started getting dressed this morning.
“I can’t wait much longer, Hutton,” Laurie snaps.
Turning my chair toward her, I inhale deeply then let out a sigh. “I don’t know what happened,” I admit. She lifts a brow and I shake my head, my lips twitching. “Well, I mean I was all set to just eat dinner and leave. Tell him how he made me feel and just move on.”