Brazenly Beau Page 3

  He runs a hand over his face. “You’re... wait, seriously?”

  I nod.

  “I’m sorry, there was never a good time for it, and it seemed presumptuous to bring it up at the bar because like... I didn’t know if this was going to lead anywhere or -- “

  He cuts me off with a growl and a kiss that is more of a claiming than anything.

  “I’m not upset. I’m more so just... I’m concerned. Are you sure you want to do this... with me?”

  “I can’t imagine a better person to do it with,” I admit, and I’m absolutely telling the truth. “I want you so bad.”

  9

  Beau

  She’s a virgin. She’s 22 years old. She wants me.

  How did I get here? And, better yet, am I going to do something about it?

  “Please don’t let this ruin the mood,” she whispers. “I still want you so bad, I want to keep going.”

  “Trust me, I do too,” I say, “but frankly I’m just trying to decide if I’m good enough for you to do this with me.”

  She grunts in adorable frustration. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. Now get over here and fuck me. Please?”

  It’s the please, coupled with her naked, lush body christening my sheets that seals the deal for me. I grab the condom but she reaches for it, tugging it gently out of my hand.

  “I’m clean obviously... and... I want to feel you without this. Is that okay?”

  I open my mouth to protest.

  “And I’m on the pill...”

  Lord help me.

  I fall onto the bed, propping myself up on my forearms so I don’t crush her. My cock rests on her mound, as if searching its way home.

  “I’m clean too, baby. I haven’t even had anyone in a very long time. And never without protection,” I admit.

  She nods. “I trust you.”

  Those three words, delivered so sweetly from her perfect lips -- christ, I don’t think I’m worthy of any of it. I line up my cock with her pussy but pause, staring down at her, waiting for her to object. She doesn’t.

  “Baby girl, once we do this, once you give me this, I’m going to have a hard time letting you go. I’ll want to keep you, always.”

  She glances up at me, her eyes full of that trust I don’t know if I deserve. “Who says you can’t?”

  Ah shit. I’m done for. She tilts her hips up to meet my thrust as I slide half my inches into her sofuckingtight pussy. It’s the sweetest pleasure and purest agony I’ve ever experienced.

  “You okay?” I ask, desperate not to hurt her.

  She nods, urging me onward and widening her legs. “Don’t worry about hurting me. Give me everything.”

  “Sweetheart, I’ll always worry about hurting you,” I say, slowly feeding her the rest of my cock, feeling her clench tightly around me as she expands to accommodate me.

  “Ohhh,” she moans when I’m finally fully seated inside, “oh my god. You feel so... you’re so big. It’s so... wow.”

  Her words soothe my worries and somehow make my cock impossibly harder.

  She grips my ass cheeks as I thrust inside her, the tightest little pussy I’ve ever been in. My god, she’s perfect.

  “Baby girl, you’re squeezing me so tight, I’m not going to last,” I say.

  “Good, good. Give me everything. I’m dying to feel you come inside me,” she moans, taking my pounding and giving it back as best as she can.

  I’m reaching the peak, about to tumble over the edge, and her words catapult me to the other side.

  She begs for it, whimpering as I come inside her with a roar, riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.

  Just as I’m coming down, she clenches around me, falling over into her own bliss and triggering my second release. This has never in my life happened, and honestly it shouldn’t be possible for me to have this much come, but it’s never-ending as I shoot my load inside of her, so much that it leaks out of her as I’m still thrusting.

  I’ve never come in a woman before, never even wanted to. And I know she’s got the pill to prevent us from making babies, but as I doze off with her in my arms, I can’t help but picture what they’d look like anyway.

  10

  Charlie

  It’s dawn when I wake up, snuggled in the warmth of Beau’s big bed. He’s not next to me, so I allow myself to squeal a little as I remember the events of last night.

  I feel... brand new, in the best way. I didn’t expect sex to be life-changing, and certainly not my first time. Mostly, I assumed it would be perfunctory, just to get it out of the way so I could work up to really awesome sex.

  But good god, I don’t think there’s anything to work up to. After the first time, we took a bath together in his glorious vintage clawfoot tub. I desperately wanted to try shower sex but he told me he would save that for another time. God, I hope there’s another time.

  Instead, he tossed me on the bed, still wet from the bath, and proceeded to lick me to an orgasm and then used his fingers to bring me to a second orgasm before thrusting his cock inside me once more.

  After our second bath, we fell into bed, and I slept more peacefully than I ever have before.

  Is it too soon to say I want to marry him? I mean, sure, I know practically nothing about him or his life, besides the fact that he’s handsome as fuck, amazing in bed, and makes me laugh. But what else do I need to know anyway?

  A knock on the door interrupts me from my daydream. I glance up to see him, shirtless and only wearing some snug boxer-briefs, leaning against the doorframe like a literal Greek god. He sips from a mug of coffee and eyes me, curious, like he’s maybe surprised to see me in his bed.

  Oh fuck. Did I misread this situation? He wants me to leave, doesn’t he? Shit, this whole time we were just having a one-night stand, and clearly I got way too fucking attached. I bolt up in bed, avoiding his gaze.

  “Sorry I slept in, I’ll be out of your hair in just a moment,” I say, trying my best to ignore him standing in the door. I hear creaking and suddenly, he’s kneeling in front of me, looking concerned.

  “Talk to me. What’s got you spooked?”

  I look at him and see that he appears to be... worried, somehow? That’s not the look of someone who is excited for his one-night stand to leave.

  I hesitate, but explain myself anyway. He listens patiently, rubbing soothing circles on my forearms as he does. When I finish, he nods once, then stands up, pulling me with him.

  He leads me out to the main room, keeping his hand threaded through mine as he gestures to the kitchen table, laden with all sorts of breakfast goodies plus juice and coffee.

  “I wasn’t sure what kind of breakfast you were into. I kind of went overboard, sorry,” he says, sheepishly, and it’s likely that I fall completely in love with him in this moment.

  “When I stared at you in my bed just now, it wasn’t because I was upset that you were still here. It was because I was trying to figure out how to get you to stick around. You looked perfect in my bed, it took my breath away.”

  Oh. Oh.

  11

  Beau

  I show up to the office later than usual, thanks to the gorgeous girl who spent the night at my place. The guys on my crew have already given me endless hell because of it, and I can’t blame them. Some of these guys have been with me for several years, since I first branched out to start my own construction company. And in that time, none of them have ever seen me so much as mention a woman, let alone pick one up on a night out.

  But god, Charlie is so much more than just a random one-night stand from a club. After feeding her this morning, I fully intended on playing hooky, but she had to leave and head to her interview.

  There’s still something about this job interview that she won’t tell me, and it shouldn’t bother me but it does. Earlier, when I asked her for the name of the company where she was interviewing, she muttered something and then practically jumped my bones at the kitchen table. I could tell she was trying to distract
me with her body, and that shit worked.

  Still, I wish she would trust me enough to share everything with me. It’s ridiculous for me to even think that about someone I’ve known for less than 24 hours, but it’s not worth me even trying to fight the feelings I have for her already.

  Part of me wonders if she doesn’t want to jinx her interview because she’s scared she won’t get it. I’ve already decided to offer her a job doing whatever the fuck she wants at my office, as long as it gets her to move to LA. Or she doesn’t have to work and she can just let me spoil her. She mentioned her brother lives here and she planned to move in with him once she eventually came out for good, but I wonder if I can persuade her to just move in with me. Today, even.

  My mind continues to wander as I brainstorm the changes I need to make to my place so it’ll be more hospitable for her. Maybe she’ll want to redecorate the whole thing. The thought doesn’t scare me at all. In fact, I can’t wait to have her mark on something that has up until now been solely mine.

  “Earth to Beau-seph, do you hear me?” the annoying voice of Chase, the newest and youngest member of my crew, snaps me out of my Charlie daydream.

  I glance around the small office table where the team was going over plans for our next job site -- a commercial strip mall on the outskirts of Burbank. Hey, it’s not glamorous work but it pays the bills. I give the guys a smile and sip my stale coffee, trying to buy myself some time before I admit I have no clue what they’re talking about.

  Four sets of eyes stare back at me from around the table, some of them trying hard not to laugh. Chase claps me on the back with a laugh.

  “Damn boss, you got it bad,” he says, and the crew cracks up. I join in their laughing, because they’re not wrong. I do have it bad.

  I can only hope Charlie does too.

  12

  Charlie

  I don’t often say this, but my parents may have been correct -- a degree in Liberal Arts is not terribly useful in ‘the real world.’ Which is why I was so excited to get any job interview at all, even if my brother did pull some strings to get me in. He claims all he did was send my resume to a friend who works at DYME, a financial planning and savings app targeted at consumers in their teens and early 20s.

  Honestly, I don’t even give a shit if that’s why I got the interview. At this point, I just need a job so my parents stop remarking on how disappointing I’ve been compared to perfect prince Adam.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother and I’m so proud of him for the career he’s built for himself. But I want my own life, apart from his success. It sounds crazy, but I don’t want to be “Adam Harper’s little sister.” If we’re being honest, all I really want to be is “Charlie Harper, hilarious friend and awesome baker” or, after the events of last night and this morning, perhaps “Charlie Harper-Williams, Beau’s wife.”

  My face flushes as I think about Beau. I’m sort of embarrassed to even be thinking of marrying this guy, but who ever said I was a rational person?

  I surreptitiously take a selfie as I wait in DYME’s lobby. Beau and I exchanged numbers earlier so we could try to get together again before I head back east. He’s already texted me good luck not too long ago, so I respond with the selfie and a smiley face.

  His response comes just a second later.

  Goodness, you’re beautiful.

  It’s a struggle to not squeal out loud when I read his text.

  “Ms. Harper, thanks for coming in.”

  I hastily stow my phone as I stand to greet the incredibly tall, incredibly chic blonde woman who introduces herself as Rin. Rin? Okay then.

  Apparently I’m not interviewing with Rin, and she all but dumps me in a glass-paneled conference room with a lukewarm bottle of water in a complicated cardboard box. LA is different.

  The next hour passes in a blur as I barely get a word in edgewise with my four-person panel interview. All four people on the panel are dudes, and I could feel the judgement and contempt dripping from every question. Did I have any paid experience? Where did I see myself in five years? Which would I choose: a Jaguar car or an actual jaguar? I feel like I just defended a dissertation.

  After the interview, I’m definitely a little defeated. The panel said they’d call me but I don’t feel like I really nailed it. I’ve got texts from Adam and Brooklyn wishing me luck and then asking me how it went. I respond with a fine to both of them. I don’t want to get into details via text. And frankly, I’m sort of bummed that I didn’t crush the interview.

  I glance at Beau’s texts and click on his contact information. Earlier, he gave me every piece of information I could possibly need to find him, including his work address. His reasoning was, I don’t want to be one of those missed connections where you fall for someone but then don’t get their number or address and then you never see them again. He’d even given me his actual business card in case I lost my phone in some freak accident. He really is too much, and I can’t help my smile as I impulsively call an Uber.

  A short while later, my Uber driver leaves me in front of a small unremarkable building not too far from Downtown LA. As I walk into the building, part of me wonders if I should just turn back around. What the hell am I thinking, surprising him at work? What if he’s pissed that I showed up without warning?

  Fuck. Before I can psych myself out too much, I locate his suite in the building directory and practically toss myself into the elevator so I don’t give into the urge to run away.

  A handsome, young-looking guy wearing paint-splattered everything opens the door and eyes me curiously. Before I can explain who I’m here to see, the guy waves me back and leads me through the small, bare-bones office space. I hear male voices coming from the end of the hall, and I strain to make out Beau’s voice among them.

  Finally, my tour guide leads me into a tiny kitchen with a small table. I think there are other guys in here, but once I lock eyes with Beau, he’s all I see. He seems surprised to see me before he breaks out into a grin, jumping up from the table.

  “Hey beauty! What a perfect surprise,” he says, reaching for me and pulling me close. His workmates hoot and whistle at us as Beau tries to lead me out of the kitchen.

  “Oh come on boss, you won’t introduce us to your girl?” one of the guys calls out.

  Beau stops and glances down at me, an eyebrow raised. I shrug.

  He quickly turns us back toward the group. “Charlie, this is my crew. Crew, this is my Charlie. And she’s taken, so quit ogling her,” he spits out the last part through gritted teeth, focusing on the handsome guy who opened the door for me. Handsome guy shrugs good-naturedly.

  13

  Beau

  Once we’re in my tiny private office with the door locked behind us, I practically attack Charlie’s mouth. When she showed up here, looking so sweet and nervous and sexy as sin in her tight pencil skirt and professional blouse, I thought for a second I was dreaming.

  Never in a million years did I expect her to show up at my place of work. When she breaks our kiss, I can see that she’s unsure about it. Does she think I’m mad? About the best surprise ever?

  I scoop her up and set her down on my desk as I take a seat facing her.

  “Baby, you look hot as sin in this skirt, but I think I hate it for restricting my access to you,” I say, rubbing my palms up and down her bare lower legs, enjoying the way she shivers at my touch.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I should have called or something, this was so --“

  “I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t think I’d get to see you for several hours at the earliest, and now you’re here.”

  “But, you’re probably busy with work, and I can let you get back to that, I just don’t want to be in your way. I didn’t think it through. After my interview, I just wanted to see you,” she admits.

  And oh, my poor heart doesn’t stand a chance.

  I lay a gentle kiss on the inside of her knee, savoring the softness of her skin there.

  �
�Honey, you could never ever be in my way. Sure, would I prefer it if the guys on my crew didn’t have a chance to ogle you and add you to their spank banks? Of course. But I’m still so happy you’re here. Do you want to talk about the interview, or... ”

  She shakes her head. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. Or think at all.”

  And I know exactly how to take her mind off of everything.

  After ridding her of that damn sexy but infuriating skirt, I lay her out like a feast on my desk and lick her to an orgasm that I only think to muffle at the last minute.

  Part of me wants the guys to know I’m in here pleasuring my fucking woman, but then the possessive part of me doesn’t want anyone to hear those sounds she makes for me.

  I decide to cut out early, since there’s no way I can get any work done with this distracting beauty in my vicinity, and we head out to grab a bite to eat.

  As we’re exiting the building, hand in hand, I notice a way too fancy black Town Car idling by the curb, looking terribly out of place in this neighborhood.

  I turn to Charlie, my mouth already opened to make a joke about the car, but I notice she’s gone pale as a sheet, her hand tensing in mine.

  Just then, the window to the Town Car rolls down, revealing a handsome guy in his late 20s or so. My hackles raise as my mind comes up with 45 different scenarios for who he is, all of which culminate in me fighting him to the death for Charlie’s affection.

  “Adam? What the fuck?” Charlie says, her shock quickly replaced by fury I didn’t think she was capable of.

  14

  Charlie