FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series) (14 page)

Beau:

Her taste was addicting.

I couldn’t get enough.

She’d already come once, but I shoved two
fingers inside her, curling them toward her g-spot as my mouth
devoured her.

I had forgotten how good her pussy tasted as
I suckled on her fine honey pot. She tasted the same, but it was
smoother, richer, like a fine wine, which had aged to
perfection.

My dick pushed hard against my shorts,
begging to be let out. But I was determined to make Marla scream in
pleasure again as I worked her pussy over.

Flick, flick went the tip of my tongue
against her clit as she rolled her hips and let out breathless
moans, indicating she was close. She gasped loudly as her thighs
quivered in pleasure. She cried out again, her back arching
beautifully as she came hard a second time.

She lay back, staring at me. Fire was in her
gaze, daring me to give it to her. I tore open my shorts, my cock
springing out as I tapped it along her pretty little pussy.

“You want it?” I asked, my dick seeking out
her hole.

“I want it. Give it to me, Shepard,” she
cooed as I ran my cock along her wet slit.

Jesus, I needed to fuck her. I pulled my hips
back to slide my dick into her sweet folds, when I heard an
unfamiliar inhale.

“Oh, dear!” called another feminine voice
from across the kitchen.

My head turned sharply as Mrs. Thorngood
stood shell-shocked in the doorway. “I heard a scream,” she
clarified, clutching her pink housecoat close to her chest.

I smiled, despite the compromising situation.
“Nothin’ wrong out here, Mrs. Thorngood. We’re good. See you in the
morning.”

Without saying another word, she hightailed
it back down the hall.

Laughing, I turned back toward Marla.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she giggled, lifting up
on her elbows. “Do you think we scarred her for life?”

“Maybe. But I bet she liked what she
saw.”

Her doe eyes grew serious. “What did she
see?”

I answered without thinking. “A man about to
fuck a woman.”

She sat up abruptly. “That’s what this is?
Just a fuck?”

“What else would it be?”

“Oh, Beau.” Disappointment filled her lovely
face. “I thought we had gotten past all that. But I guess we
haven’t. Thanks for the invitation to fuck, but I’m not interested.
I’m gonna go to bed.”

She hopped off the island and sauntered away
without her panties, while her pussy juice was still fresh on my
face and my cock ached for the relief I could find only with
her.

Fuck!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Marla:

All right, things got a little out of control
in the kitchen.

Deliciously out of control.

I’ll blame the moonlight and the key lime
pie.

A girl can only resist so much hot sexy
man.

At breakfast, I tried to forget how good his
tongue felt buried in my snatch and the way his lips moved
passionately against mine. Instead, I focused on the cold way he
told me were just fucking, as if I was a casual distraction for an
evening.

I didn’t want to be a one-night stand.

I wanted our physical relationship to mean
something.

That settled my jets down quite a bit as I
buttered some toast and drank some coffee. I needed to remember, no
matter how friendly Beau acted, he was still acting out of his need
for revenge.

I sighed as I ate my toast, hoping he would
soon know the truth about our break-up. As I contemplated what that
would look like, Beau waltzed in, handsome in his light green
button down shirt and white linen pants. His hair was wet and I
resisted the urge to think about him naked in the shower, as he sat
down directly across from me.

“Charlie’s going to be here in a few hours,”
he informed me as Reeves poured him a cup of coffee.

Good, he was acting as though nothing
happened.

I could play that game, too.

“Great. I’m excited for him to join us.”

“I am, too. I’m looking forward to spending
some time with him.”

I took a drink of coffee. “Good, but I want
to talk to you about his trust before he gets here. I don’t think
it’s a good idea to tell him about it right now.”

He lifted his silver rimmed white saucer to
his mouth. “Why? It’s just money.”

“It will change his life, Beau, and you know
it. He’s still a kid in so many ways and he needs to grow up. He
needs to prove himself. Don’t clip his wings and weigh him down
with this money just yet.”

“I had money growing up and I turned out
okay.”

“Yes, you did, but Charlie didn’t. I don’t
think this is the best thing for him. Don’t you want to get to know
your son without money being involved?”

“I haven’t really thought about it. You said
yourself he’s a good kid. Isn’t he an accountant? Shouldn’t he be
good with money?”

“He is good with money. That’s not the point.
This trust fund is a life changer and you know it. All I’m asking
you to do is find a better, future time, to let Charlie know about
the windfall he’s going to receive.”

His gaze was guarded. “This is important to
me, Marla. I’m not making any promises.”

“It’s your call, Beau. But tread
lightly.”

“Trust me, Marla. I will find the right time
to tell Charlie.”

I still didn’t like it. I was having a hard
time sharing parental duties, which had been mine alone for the
last twenty-two years. It was difficult to give up control and
trust Beau, especially if I knew there was going to be fallout.

I sighed, wondering if any of this would ever
get easier.

“Are you finished eating? We have to go sign
those papers this morning,” Beau said, annoyed I challenged him
about the trust.

He was going to have to get used to it. We
were in this together.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I threw down my napkin and
stood up.

We walked out to the massive garage and took
another jeep into town.

It was uneventful to sit in a conference room
full of lawyers and sign a zillion papers. It seemed unnecessary
for me to be there. Beau didn’t need my approval to set up a trust
for Charlie, but he had included me, anyway. I took that as a
positive sign, despite our disagreement about telling Charlie he
was going to be rich when he turned thirty.

Later that day, my son arrived at Beau’s
villa in a great mood. I could tell he was very happy to be there.
After giving me a big hug, he lit up as Beau strode through the
front entryway.

“Hey, man, good to see you!” Charlie let out
as they shook hands and slapped each other on the back.

“Right back at you! Welcome to the Bahamas!”
Beau threw back at him with a big smile.

Wow. I didn’t expect them to be so thrilled
to see each other. I hadn’t seen them together since that first
ugly confrontation at the salon. I guess things were going better
than I could hope.

“I could get used to this!” Charlie said,
taking in the splendor of the villa.

“Glad to have you, man. Make yourself at
home. Are you hungry?” Beau asked.

“Oh, yeah, I could definitely eat,” Charlie
said, rubbing his belly through his white polo shirt.

We ventured outside to a stone veranda on the
back of the palatial estate. The chef was preparing lobster on the
outdoor barbeque while we took seats at the huge outdoor dining
table under a covered pergola.

Beau and Charlie chattered a mile a minute. I
sat back, observing their interactions. I knew they were alike, but
seeing them mirror each other was amazing. From the way they smiled
to the way they held their beers, they were the same.

Every fear I had about them getting along
evaporated as I watched them together. They were going to be just
fine.

“So your mom tells me you’d like to surf,”
Beau mentioned as I tuned back into the conversation.

“I do.”

“Want to go surfing later?”

“Yeah, let’s go. You wanna surf, Mom?”
Charlie made sure to ask me.

“No, you go ahead and spend time together.
I’ll read or maybe take a dip in the pool.”

“You sure you don’t want to come with
us?”

“No, honey, you go ahead. Have your guy time.
Enjoy the ocean.”

Beau:

When I purchased this house, I thought a few
friends would come down to visit or I would use the house as an
escape to get away when I wasn’t conducting business.

But never in my wildest dreams, had I
imagined I would use it to host Marla and my son. It was surreal to
be sitting at my table with them, sharing a meal together.

Marla was quiet as Charlie and I talked about
surfing. She was acting like the night before hadn’t happened, but
I couldn’t get the image of her splayed open for me out of my mind.
Her taste was still on my tongue. I wanted more, but Charlie was in
the picture now and I owed it to him to be there.

He seemed up for anything.

I was stoked. It would be cool to surf with
my son.

After we were served lobster and coleslaw,
Charlie chowed down on his food. That boy had a stomach the size of
an arena. He was always hungry and he attacked his meal as if he
had been starving for days. He even dunked his lobster in the
butter twice. Just like I always did.

It was cool to see myself in my kid.

I didn’t realize I would be this happy to see
him.

I had missed him and not even realized
it.

“Please bring me another Fat Tire, Reeves,” I
asked as I held up my empty beer glass.

“I’ll take another one, too, please,” Charlie
chimed in.

“Very good, sir,” Reeves said, before
disappearing into the house again.

“Does he go everywhere with you?” Charlie
asked boldly.

“Sometimes. Usually when I’m going to be at
one of my houses.”

“That’s so cool. How many houses do you
own?”

“Charlie, don’t be rude,” Marla interjected,
as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

He turned toward her. “You know I’m not eight
anymore. You don’t have to correct me.”

She smiled apologetically. “I know. It’s a
hard habit to break. But it’s rude to ask people those kinds of
questions.”

Charlie shot his mother a lopsided grin. “But
he isn’t just anybody, is he? He’s my dad. He should be okay with
those kinds of questions.”

“He’s right. I’m okay with it, kid. Fire
away,” I volunteered, wondering what else he would throw at me.

“You see? He’s incorrigible,” Marla offered
with another smile.

I winked at her. “I’m okay with
incorrigible.”

“Okay, how many houses do you have?” Charlie
questioned.

“Four.”

“How much do you pull in a year?”

“Anywhere from three hundred to five hundred
million a year.”

“Whoa. That’s some serious moola.”

“Yes, it is.”

“How many cars do you have?”

“Too many. But my favorite is my candy apple
red 1969 Mustang.

“Can I drive it some time?”

“We’ll see. Any other questions?”

“Yeah, who do you love?” he fired at me with
a cheeky grin.

He was waiting to see how I would handle this
curveball.

I glanced at Marla before I could stop
myself. “No comment.”

“Oh, come on,” he pleaded.

“Nope, that one’s off the table.”

“Leave him alone, Charlie,” his mother
warned.

“Just trying to get to know the man,” Charlie
offered with a sly smile.

“Then find some other way to get to know
him,” Marla answered coolly.

It was time to move the conversation in
another direction “Your mom’s right. You ready to surf?” I asked
him.

“Yeah, let’s get into that amazing water. I
can’t wait,” Charlie volunteered, standing up in his orange Bermuda
shorts. “We’ll be back later, Mom.”

“Have fun, honey.”

“Come on, kid. Let me show you where I keep
everything you’ll need.”

I showed him the surfing shack. It had ten
different boards to pick from and every kind of wet suit you could
imagine.

Charlie was clearly impressed. “I like your
style, Beau. You’ve got like the Mecca of surfing equipment in
here.”

“I like to be prepared. Pick out what you
want to wear along with a board.”

After we climbed into our wet suits, we
walked out to the beach behind the house and waxed the top of our
long boards together.

I gave him the scoop on the water. “The waves
are about four to five feet today and the water is around eighty
degrees.”

“Sounds perfect.”

We trotted out to the water and waded into
warm surf. I hadn’t done this in forever. It felt good to let go
and not think of anything except the next wave.

We spent the rest of the afternoon surfing
hard. Charlie actually knew his way around a board and we were able
to ride the swells that had picked up during the fall season.

As I rode into shore for the last time, I saw
Charlie sitting on the beach, just chilling out. I joined him as I
stuck my board into the sand next to me. We sat together, watching
the surf as the hypnotic waves crashed into the white sand.

“You caught some serious waves. You’re fit
for an old dude,” he teased.

“Thanks. I work out quite a bit.”

“I can tell. What do you do?”

“I train in Mixed Martial Arts.”

“Really?” he asked, his voice full of
excitement.

“Yeah, it’s hard, but I love it.”

“Can I work out with you sometime?”

“Sure. You’ll get to meet Ibrahima. He’s one
bad-ass dude.”

“Cool. He sounds awesome.”

“You surf a lot?” I asked.

“Some. Mom used to take me out to the shore
every summer. She’d get out there with me when I was little and
help me get going.”

“Your mom did that?” I couldn’t quite picture
Marla surfing.

“Yeah, she was a hands-on mom all the way.
Hey, before I forget, thanks for inviting me! It feels good to be
chillin’ here with that sweet pad and awesome view.” He swept his
gaze across the beautiful sea as the sun went down, casting its
glow across the water.