Snared(85)

Just before I started begging, Beau gripped my hips and slammed into me. We both stilled at the sensation. “Fuck.” He pumped into me. “That’s . . .”

I groaned, throwing my head back as he held my hip, his punishing pace almost painful, yet the most amazing feeling I’d ever had. He grunted as I pushed back against him, needing to experience every bit of what he was giving me. He leaned over me, and with his good hand, reached around and began rubbing my clit, his breath hot in my ear.

“Beau.” I clenched on him as I rode out yet another orgasm. He began moving faster, so hard it made my eyes water with ecstasy.

“Yes!” he shouted as I felt him emptying inside me. “Oh, my God, April. That was . . .” He pulled out and walked to my bathroom, coming back quickly with a warm washcloth.

I’d rolled over and he opened my legs and cleaned me up before using it on himself. He tossed it to the ground and climbed in next to me.

“Never in my life.” He trailed off and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his chest, the pounding of his heart in tandem with mine as he, too, came down from the high. I felt his lips press against my hair, and I smiled. My Beau was back.

“We’re going to have a lot more where that came from.” I hugged him tight. “Thank you for coming back to me, Beau.”

He reached down and pulled the blanket over us. It had been a long, exhausting, emotional day. We closed our eyes and let our bodies relax into one another. Just before I dozed off, his voice roused me.

“I came back for you and Robbie. There was always something about you.”



I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, a smile on my lips as I replayed last night’s events. I’d woken up early, way too early, and I’d gone in to check on Robbie. He’d been fast asleep—the stuffed dog we’d gotten for him in his arms. Beau hadn’t moved, either, but I knew he was exhausted. I could only imagine what that man had endured over the last week, fighting his way back to me. To us.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it meant for us now. Would he want me to move with him? Would we be together long distance? Did he want me to be part of Robbie’s life, too? I had so many questions, but I also didn’t want to burden Beau with too much right now. I knew we’d figure it all out in due time.

I loved living in Orlando, and my parents were here, but I’d give it all up in a second. Camryn and Bella might think I was crazy if I left everything to follow him, but they’d get over it. There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that I wanted to be with Beau no matter what I had to do. I could transfer offices. I may not be a supervisor, but I didn’t care.

I turned in the shower, letting the warm water run over my back as I replayed the night with Beau again and again in my mind. I stretched, my muscles sore in the best way. I jumped as I heard the shower door open.

“I thought you might need some help washing your back.” Beau grabbed my waist and dipped his head down to suck my neck. “Hmmm . . . you smell so good.” He pressed his erection into my back, and I pushed against him, eliciting a groan from him.

“Did you check on Robbie?” I asked as he rubbed himself against my wet center. Oh yes, I was ready for him.

“Still asleep.” He bit my shoulder gently while his fingers skated down my skin and inside me. “Oh, someone is ready for me.”

I groaned. “How could I not be with your sexy self in the shower with me?” I turned my body so I could face him. The water sluiced down his cut body, the lights in the bathroom illuminating the colorful ink all over him. I ran my fingers down his chest and to that mystifying V of muscle that made women stupid. “Tell me about your tattoos.”

“I’d rather not talk.” Beau growled as I wrapped my hand around his protruding length.

“I have an idea.” I dropped to my knees in front of him. “You tell me about a tattoo, I’ll do . . . this . . .” I licked the head of his shaft, and he jerked, gripping my hair with his hand. I grinned as I noticed he’d taken a plastic bag and wrapped it around his cast and was holding it out of the water stream.

“You only have one hand,” I teased.

“You think my one hand will stop me?”

I leaned over and kissed his tip, watching as his eyes shut momentarily.

“I . . . I have a car symbol here bec . . . because . . .” His voice trailed off.

“Because why?” I took him in my mouth but didn’t move, waiting for his words.

“Because my dad loved cars. He taught me all about them.” His words came out like bullets as he rested his head against the shower wall.