He thrusts his hips, slamming against my ass with several more thrusts before he buries himself deep, then I feel him twitch and his release fills me. His fingers grip my breast tightly, the other hand freezing against my clit as he climaxes.
Beaumont lets out a long breath against my neck before he nips me there. Slowly he shifts, his length slipping from inside of me. Without another word, he rolls me over to face him. Side to side, we look into each other’s eyes.
I simply get lost in his dark gaze almost immediately. He smiles, reaching up and tucking some hair behind my ear.
“How am I going to function without you, now that I have you?” he asks softly.
I hum, leaning forward and touching my lips to his. “Sixteen weeks is a long time, but I’ll be here when you’re finished. When you’re ready to come home and relax.”
His hand moves to my cheek, his warm palm cups me as his eyes search mine. “If I could get away with bringing you for the entire time, if you would close up shop, I’d pay all your bills for four months and I’d keep you at my side,” he rasps.
“You need to do this on your own, for you, for your health.”
“I do,” he agrees with a nod. “As long as you come to visit me. I’ll leave you my current itinerary, you circle the dates you and Laurie want to come and I’ll take care of everything else.”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to shake my head, but he doesn’t let me. His thumb pulls my lip from between my teeth and he grins.
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
His grin widens to a breathtaking smile. “For you? Never. I want you there.”
“Okay.”
“Wrote two songs with you sleepin’ in another room, you’re my woman and my muse. Need you with me, Hutton.”
“Need?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Want. Need. Crave. Desire. Demand. Whatever you want to call it. All I know is that the world looks a little brighter and makes a bit more sense when I’m with you.” He leans forward, his mouth brushing against mine, but he doesn’t take it away. “And when I’m inside of you, fuckin’ bliss, darlin’ girl.”
“Beaumont,” I breathe, unable to say anything else.
I don’t even know what to say about that, mainly because I feel the same way. Then again, I did ten years ago, too. I’m not sure if I can trust my heart, my feelings, but boy do I ever want to. I want this to be as real as it seems.
Only time will tell.
I do know that this tour, this will make or break us, of that I have absolutely no doubt.
“It will,” he says. My eyes widen, unbelieving that I said the words aloud. “You’re really worried about my sobriety.” He says it as a fact, not a question.
Nodding once, I wonder if I should tell him why. Pressing my lips together, I release them then decide to just say it.
“My grandparents practically raised me, my parents couldn’t properly because they were alcoholics.”
His brows furrow, then his chin dips. “You think that I’m going to be like them? That I’m going to abandon you for booze?”
I love how simplistic his reasoning is, his question is. He doesn’t know what it does to families, drinking. He doesn’t realize that it tore me apart, to my core, to see my parents struggling, slurring, falling down, screaming, throwing things. To not feel safe inside of the place that was supposed to be my home.
“They didn’t abandon me. Maybe it would have been better if they had. They were drunks, but they were controlling and one thing they loved holding over my MeeMaw and PawPaw’s heads was the fact that they could say when they could and couldn’t see me.”
“They were manipulative,” he guesses.
Nodding, I lick my lips. “My mother loved mind games. She got off on it, especially when she was drunk, but even when she was stone-cold sober. My father didn’t give much of a shit what happened as long as my mom wasn’t screaming at him.”
“We all have demons, Hutton. Every single one of us. Some are bigger and run deeper than others, but we all have them. I know it has to be difficult to know that I’m here, an alcoholic lying beside you, struggling day in and day out to be a better man. I could fall off of the wagon, it could happen at any moment. I don’t want to, I want to be better, but the reality is that I could. I need to know that you can handle that if I do. If you can’t, then I don’t want to put you through unbearable pain.”
“How are you this sweet?” I ask.
He snorts. “I’m not. I’m lying here just as terrified as you are, but for different reasons.”
“Because you’re afraid I’ll leave and never look back. That I’ll lie and run just like your mother and Chelle did?”
BEAUMONT
Sliding my hand around to the back of her head, I pull her close to me, sliding my nose alongside hers.
“You mean more to me than Chelle ever did, Hutton. So, yeah, I’m scared you’re not going to stay with me. This life that I have, it may seem glamorous, but it’s not. It’s hard.”
Hutton slides her nose alongside mine, then I feel her lips at my ear. “Nothing easy has ever tasted sweet, Beau. I don’t need easy. I just need you.”
Rolling us over so that I’m on top of her, she spreads her legs for me and my hips fit snuggly in between her thighs. Placing my palms on either side of her head, I slowly push up, straightening my arms as I look down at her.
“Well you definitely didn’t pick easy when you set your sights on me, Hutton, but swear to fuck I will do right by you.”
She smiles softly, the look making her face so fucking sweet looking. Sweeter than anything I’ve ever had before. She lifts her hands, cupping my scruffy cheeks as she watches me, her eyes roaming over my face.
“I will do right by you, too. I swear.”
Bending my arms, I drop my head and touch my mouth to hers. She opens, allowing me entrance. The kiss is hot, wet, and heavy which leaves us both breathless by the time her alarm begins to ring.
“I have to get ready for work,” she whispers against my mouth.
I grunt, reluctantly rolling off of her.
“You leave today or tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning. I have to stay at my place tonight. Come over after work?” I ask.
She’s sitting up in bed, her back to me and I watch in awe as she looks over her shoulder, her hair tumbling all around her. Those green eyes light up at my words.
“You should sleep,” she whispers.
“You know that I won’t. Come to my place after work?” I ask again.
“Okay.” She nods.
I watch her sweet ass as she stands, then continue to watch it walk away from me. She stops right at the bathroom, then turns to me again.
“I’m going to see my PawPaw this weekend. But I would like to maybe go to a show next week some time?”
My lips twitch into a smile. “I’ll drop the itinerary off to the salon today, you want some coffee delivered too?”
Her mouth drops open slightly, then I watch as her pretty puffy lips turn up into a huge smile. “Yeah,” she breathes.
“You got it, darlin’ girl.”
Hutton’s face turns pink, then before either of us can say another word, she slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I lie there, listening to the shower for a few moments. I start to climb out of bed to join her when my phone rings.