Where the hell did that come from?

“Fuck, Kenz. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen.” He moves his body back over me, hovering above me.

“I can’t even right now, Beau,” I tell him then watch a triumphant grin spread over his face. His beard glistens with my arousal and it might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You come like that for everyone?” I don’t have it in me to be shy about it. It’s only happened twice before, both times on my own.

“Only on my own.” His eyes darken getting my drift, and I need to end this now before he asks for more information. “Your beard,” I whisper as I reach up.

“Never washing it again.” He snatches my hand away and leans in, nuzzling against my jaw, and down my neck.

“Jesus, Beau.” I squirm against the dampness of his scruff. He slides to the other side, showing the same attention. Claiming me with my own scent.

“Now I can smell your cunt all day.” He places his nose to my neck and inhales loudly. "Fucking delicious. Now, get on your hands and knees. My balls are about to explode after seeing you come that hard.” It doesn’t take being told twice to roll onto my stomach and find my knees before pushing up with my arms. His hands spread my ass cheeks apart and he slides the tip of his cock between my lips. The cool metal of his piercing hits the hood of my clit and I whimper at the sensitive touch.

“I’m gonna take you hard, darlin’. I need it, baby.” I nod, letting him know I need the same. Instantly, he drives himself into me, filling me in one deep thrust.

We both cry out in unison, his piercing giving me a new level of pleasure with the different angle. I move my hips in small circles, adjusting and allowing myself to take all of him.

“Damn, Kenz. Stop.” The quick pinch of fingers at my side has me stilling.

We stay like this for a few seconds, both of us unmoving. My heart pounds erratically at the thought of him releasing more power over me.

I’m about to tell him I need more when he rocks into me, slow to start with, before building his stroke deliberately. The bar that sits on the underside of his cock glides over the ridges of my walls stroking me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my own massager, adding a whole new level of pleasure to work with.

“One day, when you’re ready, I’m gonna take your hands and tie them behind your back, and fuck you like this.” His words are like an electric current running through me, setting every nerve ending on fire.

Would I let him tie me? Allow him total control?

“You’re gonna fucking love it, darlin’,” Beau answers my silent question, and the way he says it makes me believe him. So I don’t argue. I just let my body relax into it and let him take what he needs. What we both need.

“Tell me you want it, darlin’,” he pushes, needing my words.

Always words.

“I want it, Beau. I want you to do it,” I confess, giving myself over to him. I’m not sure I’m ready right now, but the thought of being tied under him excites me more than I thought it would.

“I will.” His strokes build faster, harder, more controlled. Then when I think I can’t take it anymore, he reaches around, flicks my clit once and I’m coming apart under him.

“Beau, yes!” I scream, letting the orgasm hit me and take me under, dragging me beneath a wild current and forcing me to swim. His piercing drags out my orgasm, pulling me along a little bit further as he succumbs to his own release.

“God, yes. Fuck, darlin’,” he grunts out, before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

“Holy shit, Beau.” I buck at the unexpected pain, then soothe myself as his hips slow. His breathing is harsh, but his strokes are gentle so I take comfort in it. This is Beau. Hard and soft. Rough and smooth. For every action, he controls my reaction and I can’t help but be drawn into it, into him.

“We’re gonna be late,” I whisper, my voice scratchy from crying out. My words break the moment, causing him to still.

“I decided we’re not going. We’re staying in bed, not leaving here till I have my fill.” He gently slides out of me and then rolls off to the side.

“But we have to go help.” I follow him down, falling to my back.

“Not anymore. You’re not feeling well.” He reaches for his shirt to help me clean up. I let him wipe himself from between my legs then watch him throw his shirt back on the floor.

“I’m not?” I roll toward him and rest my head in my palm.

“No, you have a fever and you’re going to need bed rest for at least a few days.” I can’t help my grin from growing.

“You wanna play hooky with me?” I don’t remember the last time I have. It’s been years.

“I want to play a lot with you, darlin’. I’m just getting started.” He rolls back over me and covers my body with his.

“Just getting started?” I don’t know if he’s talking about sex or what’s happening between us.

“Not ready for this to end.” I hold my breath for a second as I process what I think I need to process.

“Has it started, Beau?” I ask, missing the moment we labeled what was happening. Barely twenty-four hours ago, he was fighting this, yet now he’s not ready to give it up.

“Darlin’, do you even have to ask?”

It’s not a label or even really an answer, but I’ll take it anyway.

“How can you not be exhausted right now?” I move us away from this line of questioning and settle in closer to him.

“Fucking beat, but something tells me having your naked body in my bed I’m not getting any sleep.”

“You could try.”

“Or I could fuck you. Better yet, you can fuck me.” His hands move to my waist and in one quick movement, he rolls, taking me with him. I land on top of him, his cock starting to grow as it rests at the apex of my thighs.

My eyes fall on the small skin-colored bandage on his arm and I zone in on it.

“What happened?”

“Just a scratch,” he dismisses too coolly as he rests his hands under his head and smirks up at me. “I’ll give you free play. Then I’ll take the lead.”

“You’re terrible.” I shake my head, letting it go.

“I am, but you fucking love it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

The truth is I do. I love the way he is. Love the way he speaks, the way he treats me. I love it all and yeah it scares me. Oh, God, does it scare me. What will happen when my past finally catches up with me? Would whatever is going on between us fall apart? I want to think no, but sometimes when you grow tired of running, your fears make you insecure. They pull you down and force you to live in darkness, surrounded by whatever it is you are running away from.

I didn’t want to be like this anymore. I wanted something more. Even after everything I had done.

Maybe later I will rethink my actions, but right now this is what I want and I’m not going to overthink it. I have to trust this future is better than my past.

If anyone understands that it’s Beau.

Past Mackenzie

“We’re here.” Beau pulls up out front of a ranch-style house two days later. After getting the all-clear to leave the hospital, we waited until early morning the next day to leave town, driving the four-hour drive straight through.

“You ready?” He turns the van off and releases his seat belt.

“These people, I can trust them?” I ask him again. We’ve already gone over it on the drive here. I know he said I can trust them, but in the last two days, I’ve become comfortable with Beau. The thought of leaving him and trusting new people freaks me out.

“They’ll take good care of you,” he assures me before exiting the van, moving around the front and opening my door. With my arm in a cast, and my chest wrapped tight, I need help to move down.