“Ride me, Hutton. Make yourself come. I want to fucking watch you, darlin’.”
She shivers, placing her hands on my chest and begins to roll her hips. Her eyes find mine. I watch her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she moves. My hand slides between our connection and I touch her clit with my thumb.
“Beau,” she exhales.
Smirking, I watch her. Her trepidation completely vanishes as she loses herself. I continue to play with her clit, my other hand wraps around her hip and I squeeze her as I watch. Clenching my teeth, I inhale through my nose and try to keep from losing my load too early.
She moves her hands to my shoulders, her fingers gripping me, her nails digging into my flesh. Shifting my head forward, I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard bud.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as her thighs shake against my hips.
Grinning around her tit, I flick her nipple one more time before my teeth slowly sink into her flesh and I suck her in even deeper. Hutton’s head falls back, her spine arches pressing her closer to me, and her cunt clamps down around my dick.
“Yes, oh God,” she repeats as her entire body goes rigid.
Releasing her tit, I wrap my hands around her hips and use her body to jack my cock. My eyes focus on hers, watching as her tits sway, as she lifts her head and those demanding green eyes meet mine.
Each stroke feels like fucking heaven as she watches me. It doesn’t take long, maybe a half a dozen strokes before I pull her down, as hard as I can, my hips thrusting up, as I empty myself deep inside of her.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I tug her down so that her chest presses against mine. She buries her face against my neck and lets out a long sigh. Running my fingers up and down her back, I sigh as well.
“Maybe I won’t let you go back home,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the side of her head.
She laughs softly, touching her mouth to my neck. “Okay, but you’ll have a mob of angry women with bad hair after you.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I chuckle, my body shaking and unfortunately our connection is lost. Holding her tighter, I continue to laugh softly. “I don’t want any part of that, darlin’,” I mutter.
“You really don’t. Women can be ruthless if you mess with their hair,” she says, her voice and tone completely serious.
I hum, closing my eyes and allowing myself to just enjoy the moment in its entirety. We both stay like this until it’s time to get up and get ready for dinner. Brian texts me to make sure we’re still on and I confirm, then toss my phone to the nightstand.
Once Hutton is sound asleep against my neck, I think about shifting her off of my body and walking over to the table with my tablet to write some lyrics. Once again, in her arms, I’m inspired to write. I don’t. Maybe tonight, but right now, holding her, I’m too fucking at peace to even think of moving.
HUTTON
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I bite the corner of my lip. Turning my body to the side, I press my palm flat against my belly. The dress I have on is tighter than I normally wear, black and short.
It’s my only little black dress and judging by the town we’re in, I think it could be a little too much for anywhere we could possibly be going for dinner.
“Hutton, darlin’, Brian’s here,” Beaumont calls out.
I can’t stop the small smile on my lips that forms just from hearing his voice. Turning around on my gold high heels, I reach for the doorknob and gently twist it, then open the door.
I’m wearing my dark blonde hair down with messy beach waves. My makeup is darker than normal, but I forego lipstick, knowing that I’ll be kissing Beaumont as often as possible.
Beaumont is standing just a few feet from me, his dark washed jeans, crisp white button-down shirt, boots, and dark eyes pointed directly at me.
My knees shake, they attempt to go out from underneath me, but I get ahold of myself before they do. Beaumont looks every bit the sexy celebrity going out to dinner tonight, with a little bit of Texas flare, that I don’t think any person born and raised in the great state could ever completely give up.
Lifting my arm, I tuck some of his longer hair behind his ear, then let my fingers skim down his jawline. “You’ve let your hair and your beard grow,” I murmur.
He grunts, closing the distance between us. His arm wraps around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. Lifting my hands, I place them against his pec and tilt my head back to look into his eyes.
“I have, may keep it for the tour, then let you do whatever you want to it when I get home.”
“Home,” I whisper.
He dips his chin, his mouth touching mine. “Home, with you. Home.” He breathes as his lips brush against my own.
My breath hitches, my eyes flutter closed and I spend a second to just soak up his closeness, his scent, his presence before I open my eyes and take a step back.
“It’s a good look, I may not want you to cut it at all.” I grin.
He chuckles, holding out his hand, I slip mine inside and together, hand-in-hand, we make our way out of the hotel. Laurie and Brian are standing next to the SUV, both chatting with smiles on their faces.
When they sense our presence, they turn toward us and Laurie’s brow arches at my outfit, while Brian’s gaze shifts to the ground.
“You two clean up nicely, after an afternoon of fucking, that is.” Laurie grins.
“Laurie,” I hiss as Brian coughs.
Beaumont looks down at me. I know without a doubt that my face is bright red. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, shifting his gaze over to Laurie. He levels her with a look that has her taking a step back.
“Too much?” she asks, her voice a bit softer than usual.
“Too much,” he confirms.
She shrugs, then shifts her gaze from him to me. “Sorry, babe.”
“It’s okay,” I mutter.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Brian clears his throat. “Ready?” Brian asks. “Found this steakhouse, it’s supposed to be really good,” he murmurs.
The four of us load up in the SUV. Once again, us girls sit in the back and the guys in the front. I’m surprised that Beaumont isn’t wearing his shades and hat, but I’m glad to see his hair and eyes. I don’t like him incognito, but I understand why he has to do it.
“Have you showed him the ring and the guitar pick yet?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not going to.” I shrug.
Her eyes move over to him, then back to me. “You need to. Don’t be stupid, Hutton. That woman isn’t right and he should at least know that she came to you.”
“We don’t know who it is,” I explain.
Laurie snorts. “We damn well do know who it is. I could ask him Chelle’s real name right now and then you’d know. Would you tell him then?” she whispers.
“No,” I snap. “I’m only here for a few days. The last thing I want to do is talk about Chelle,” I sigh.
“Hutton, she could be really mentally disturbed. I think you should say something.”
I inhale a deep breath then let it out on a groan. “I will, after the tour is done and he’s back, I’ll say something.”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something more then snaps it closed. I don’t want to hear it, not anymore, and I’m glad that she stops. Yes, that woman wasn’t right, but all she did was leave me some mementos from her past with Beaumont and a note.