“Sexiest woman I’ve ever had,” I breathe.
Her lips tip in a small smile, but she only shakes her head a couple of times. Leaning down, I touch my lips to hers.
“Wish I could keep you painted with my cum,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Next time,” she whispers.
Fuck me.
Sexy.
HUTTON
My eyes slowly flutter open. Checking my clock, I see that it’s well past two in the morning. Reaching over, I find the bed sheets are cold. It shouldn’t surprise me that Beaumont is awake and not asleep beside me. I don’t think he’s actually slept beside me either time we’ve spent the night together.
Sliding out of the bed, I find his t-shirt on the floor from last night and tug it on over my head. Shoving my arms through the holes, I fluff out my hot mess hair and shuffle out of the room.
I listen for the sound of movement in the house, but it’s just as eerily quiet as his place was when I woke up without him next to me. Except, I know that I don’t have a soundproof studio, so I know that he’s not playing his guitar anywhere inside my house.
Stopping, I turn my head and see the back of his neck out on my porch. His head is tipped down, but I don’t walk outside immediately. Instead, I stand in front of the closed glass door and watch him.
He leans over and writes something down on the notepad that’s on the table, then turns in his seat again, facing the dark yard before he dips his chin and nods his head once.
I watch as a small plume of smoke rises to the sky, and it has me frowning. He didn’t smoke at all while we ate dinner, after we made love, nothing, until he was out here alone. Then I remember he was smoking in his studio too.
Slowly opening the door, I close it behind me then make my way toward him. The haunting sound of his guitar fills the night air. I didn’t even know that he had it with him, but the melody, it’s slow and dark.
“Do you like it?” he asks, not looking back at me.
“It sounds dark, like your other one,” I admit, walking closer toward his side.
He lifts his head, his hair hanging down over his forehead, his cigarette balanced between his lips. His dark eyes meet mine and they twinkle in the moonlight. Right now, he looks more at peace than I’ve ever seen him before.
This music, this is what soothes his soul, and it’s so beautiful that it almost takes my breath away just to witness it in its rawness.
“It’s a song about losing yourself.”
“To love?”
He smirks, then shakes his head. “To the life around you. To the expectations you have of yourself, the expectations other people have of you. Drowning in that until you wake up one day and don’t know who the person is staring back at you in the mirror.”
“Sounds awful, but relatable,” I whisper.
He nods, taking the cigarette out of his mouth before he leans over and stubs it out on the concrete. I watch as he sets his guitar down on the small table then lifts his chin toward me before he drops it to his lap. The same move from the other night.
“Do you always smoke?” I ask as I sink down on his thigh.
Beaumont reaches down, gathering my legs, then brings them over his other knee. Turning toward him, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and look into those dark eyes that I’ve started to fall in love with.
“Only when I’m working,” he murmurs.
“Because you used to drink?”
He nods, leaning forward and touching his mouth with mine. “Turn around. I want you to ride me, darlin’,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Beaumont,” I gasp.
“Leavin’ soon, need to fuck you as many times as I can.”
“Why?” I hiss when his hand dives between my legs and I feel his fingers slide through my sore center.
He hums, his lips moving down my jaw, then behind my ear and I shiver as he sucks on the skin there.
“Because I mean it when I say that you’re the best I ever had, Hutton. I want you as often as possible. Just the thought of not being inside of you every day has me on fucking edge.”
Turning around, I straddle his thighs. Cupping his cheeks, I force his head back so that I can look into his eyes.
“Don’t trade one addiction for another, Beaumont,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, his fingers gripping the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and quickly pulls it off of me, forcing my hands to leave his face. His jaw is clenched as he looks into my eyes and he leans forward, touching his lips to my nipple.
I moan when his tongue swirls the tip, then he sucks my nipple and half of my breast into his mouth before he releases me. His fingers dance up the center of my spine before they tangle in my hair, then tug my head back.
“You’re an addiction all right, but it feels nothing like needing a drink. I want you because you’re mine, not for any other reason. I’m falling for you, fell ten years ago, Hutton. I have you now, I won’t let you go, not ever.”
His voice is a low husky rumble against my skin as he kisses over to my other breast. My fingers slide through the strands of his hair and I grip him, forcing his head back to look into my eyes.
“I want you healthy,” I state.
He nods. “I’m healthy, Hutton. Now take my cock out and ride me until we both come.”
Chapter Eighteen
HUTTON
My eyes open and I let out a gasp when I feel a warm hand squeeze my breast. Beaumont’s lips graze the side of my neck as his hips thrust forward and I feel his hard length between the cheeks of my backside.
“Mornin’, darlin’ girl,” he murmurs against my skin.
“How are you awake?” I breathe as he shifts, slipping his knee between my legs and pressing his thigh against my sore center.
“You know I don’t sleep much, never really have. My brain doesn’t shut down,” he mutters huskily against my neck, his thigh shifting against my center at the same time his hips continue to roll his cock between my cheeks.
Biting the corner of my lip, I pinch my eyes closed and lift my leg, wrapping my foot around the back of Beaumont’s thigh. His fingers dance over my hip, sliding down to my center and touch my clit.
My entire body shakes with anticipation, knowing that it’s going to be slightly uncomfortable at first because of how tender I am, but that he will make it all worth it in the end.
He does.
Always.
When he fills me from behind, I let out a long sigh. His mouth sucks on the side of my neck, his hand wraps around my breast, toying and pinching my nipple while the other strums my clit in a way that I know my orgasm will come quick and hard.
We don’t speak.
I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back and just feel the way he touches me. He’s surrounding me, all of him touching all of me. I don’t ever want to forget how I feel right now. How he makes me feel.
Loved.
In love.
I love him.
I’m scared to death.
Just like I expect, my orgasm rushes through me like a freight train. My entire body quakes in his arms, my eyes roll in the back of my head as I let out a heavy sigh of contentment. That’s what I am when I’m in Beau’s arms—content.