FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series) (22 page)

His lips possessed mine as we pressed
together in frantic need so hot, it made me dizzy with desire.
Unraveling, I wrapped my arms around his neck, desperate to be
close to him. He tasted of mint and an aching tenderness that moved
me beyond anything I thought possible.

I wanted to give him everything I had.

Ravenous, we clung to each other as we
stumbled toward the stairs, and landed on the second step where we
made a mad dash to consummate our reunion.

He slid against me as his deliciously sexy
body covered mine. I welcomed him between my thighs as hardcore
lust raced through my blood, making it hard to think of anything
but Beau.

My pussy was pulsing with a need to mate with
this man as I swirled my tongue against his neck. He smelled the
same—intoxicating and masculine—which drove me further out of my
senses.

We needed to get naked, now.

I sat up and threw off my T-shirt and he did
the same.

His body was harder and leaner than he had
been at eighteen. So much power in all that sinewy muscle coming at
me. Pressing together in glorious skin-to-skin contact, we exploded
in an all-out consuming heat.

“Oh, Beau,” I breathed out as our bodies
fought for total intimacy.

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Make love to me, please.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll love you good, Sunshine.
Where’s Charlie?” he questioned as he reached around to unlatch my
pink bra.

“At the salon.”

“Good,” he moaned as my boobs popped out of
their confinement.

His hands caressed my exposed breasts, my
back arching in sheer pleasure as his mouth latched onto to my
nipples, one after the other.

“Oh yeah...I like the way you do that,
Shepard,” I purred as his tongue circled around my left nipple
again and suckled hotly, setting my pussy on fire. “Oh, more
please,” I let out in an aching voice.

He shoved my sweat pants down to my ankles
and I kicked them off with my feet. It made me realize I wasn’t
really prepared for a mid-morning rendezvous. “I didn’t shave
today,” I admitted against his mouth.

“I don’t care!” he grunted out, pulling down
his pants, his cock springing up majestically.

His hard-on hit my leg, hot and ready to
slide into me. I wrapped my hand around his dick as it pulsed in my
hand.

“Jesus!” he breathed out, closing his eyes.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to feel your hand on my
cock?”

“I know exactly. Twenty-two years, eight
months and twelve days.”

His blue eyes flew open. “You’re killing me,
Sunshine. You kept track of the time we were apart?”

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“Stop keeping track,” he growled. “We’re
together now.”

“We are?” I asked.

“Yeah, Sunshine. We most definitely are.”

That’s all I need to hear. After flinging my
panties off, I spread my legs wide as I braced myself on the
stairs. Nothing mattered except our bodies uniting.

His cock. My pussy. Now.

I bit his shoulder as he plunged deep into
me. He fit just right, pleasure forging inside me as I held him in
deep for a second before he pulled out.

“Holy hell,” he breathed out, fucking me in
earnest. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned aloud.

This was the way it was supposed to be.

Me, clenching around his cock.

Him, fucking me as hard as he could.

I shuddered against him as he pressed,
soothing the ache that had been inside me for the last twenty
years.

Thrusting as hard as he could, Beau slammed
our bodies up a step every time we collided. Higher, higher we rose
until we landed on the second floor. Our breathing echoed off the
walls as we made love on the hardwood.

Incredible friction.

Raw and righteous fuck.

I didn’t care about the burn on my backside
as I wrapped my legs around his ass and threw myself against his
swollen cock. He plunged into me so deep, the thickness of his dick
hit the top of my clit. Already in overdrive, I let out a burst of
moans.

I was coming undone and Beau was coming with
me.

*****

Beau:

Tight.

Tight as fuck inside her.

It was like coming home, my cock nestled up
inside her again and again.

God, she squeezed me just right. Not too
hard. Not too soft.

I pumped my hips against hers, unable to hold
back as we made love on top of the stairs. The soles of her feet
ran along my calves as our bodies slammed together.

I was eighteen again, being with the woman
who I had compared every other chick to for the last twenty fuckin
years.

It was sweeter, tighter, better...Fuck! It
was everything.

I reached down between us, my finger finding
her clit. “Come for me, Sunshine. Come for me.”

She arched back, sucking me in as I found the
right rhythm.

Goddamn, she was sexy as hell as her mouth
opened in a cry of completion.

I was right behind her. “You feel so
good...I’m not...oh, shit...I’m comin!” I roared, slamming into her
deep as I filled her up with my seed.

*****

The world was a glorious righteous place
after that fantastic fuck. My god, sex with Marla was my favorite
thing. Ever.

We spent the morning in bed, taking our time
the second time around. She rode me, slowly coming apart on my dick
as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

I wanted to fuck her repeatedly in every way
imaginable. But the real world intervened as responsibility crashed
down on us. Denying myself a third round, I pried myself away from
her sweet body and headed to the office as she went into the
salon.

It was useless really.

All I did was think about her.

“What are you smiling about?” Donna asked,
bringing me in an afternoon coffee as I tried to study some new
prospects for the team.

“Just had a good morning, that’s all.”

She scoffed. “You must’ve had a hell of a
good morning. You never smile this much.”

I shot her a big grin. “You’re right. That’s
going to change, though.”

She shook her head as she left the office,
but I could tell she was pleased for me.

I tried to concentrate on work the rest of
the day, but I found myself back at Marla’s by five o’clock,
desperate to get inside her again.

******

Five days later, Charlie met me at the
penthouse. We were scheduled to meet up with Ibrahima and train. I
was in such a good mood, I let Charlie drive my Mustang to our
workout. He was thrilled to get behind the wheel and take it out
for a spin.

“Are you ready?” he asked, revving the
engine.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I answered
dryly.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me and peeled out
of the garage, tearing into the street at breakneck speed, the back
of the Mustang sliding sideways almost slamming into some parked
cars.

“Whoo-hoo!” he cried as the car straightened
out and we left a billow of smoke behind us. “That was
awesome!”

I laughed. “You definitely know how to peel
out, Charlie.”

“I try. Now, where are we going?”

“You’re going to take a left at the next
light.”

“I’m on it.”

Somehow, we survived the journey to the gym.
But it was an eye opener. Marla was right. Our kid loved to take
corners fast. I was going to arrange for him to spend time on a
racetrack. For my own sanity.

“This doesn’t look like much of a gym,”
Charlie announced as he glanced around at the sparse training
equipment.

“Trust me; you’re going to feel it in a few
minutes.”

“Beau!” Ibrahima called as he walked out of
his little office.

I waved and dropped my bag by the wall.

“Whoa. He looks fierce,” Charlie whispered
under his breath.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

“This is your boy?” Ibrahima asked as we met
up on one of the blue mats.

“Yep, this is Charlie.”

“He looks just like you.”

“I know.” I smiled. “Good looks run in the
family.”

He laughed heartily, letting out a deep
rumble. “Is he working out with us today?”

“He’s gonna try.”

“Don’t listen to him. I’m ready.” Charlie
puffed out his chest, as if it would mask his skinny frame.

Ibrahima raised his eyebrows. “We’ll see
about that.”

That afternoon, Ibrahima put him through the
paces with a series of push-ups, rope climbing, tire pulling, and
sit-ups. Charlie could barely move when he was done.

“You do that every day?” he asked as he sat
down on a blue mat in exhaustion.

“Almost.”

“You’re crazy. That’s way too hard.”

“You just need a little discipline. In a
while, if you keep at it, you’ll be stronger, bigger, and in
amazing shape. But it takes a great effort and you have to want
it.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I want it that much,”
he said, dramatically flinging himself back on the mat.

I squatted down next to him. “Whatever you
decide, it’s your call.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“You’ve worked hard. Wanna get some
dinner?”

He lifted his head pitifully. “Are you
buyin’?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I think I’ve got you
covered. Let’s go to my favorite steakhouse. Refuel all that energy
you just burned.”

“Steak?” He sat up. “I love steak. But I
don’t know if I have enough strength to cut my meat.”

“I think you’ll figure it out.”

“Why don’t you do it for me?” he asked,
throwing me off-guard.

I suddenly envisioned myself, cutting his
meat for him as a little boy. It choked me up. I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, I can do that for you.”

“Are you getting sappy on me?” he asked,
studying me thoughtfully.

“Maybe.”

“That’s all right. I think I like you sappy,”
he admitted happily.

I stood up, trying to regain my emotional
balance. “Good to know. Ready to go?”

“Can you help me up?”

“Sure thing.” I clasped his hand and pulled
him up. “But I’m driving this time. No more Dukes of Hazzard
shit.”

“Ah...come on. You know you love it.”

I shook my head at his cheeky tone. “No. I
really didn’t love the way the back end of my Mustang almost
collided with all those cars on the way here.”

“All right, but how about a piggy-back ride
out of here?”

“Now you’re pushing your luck. Get your shit.
Let’s go.”

God, I almost sounded like a dad.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Marla:

Every moment with Beau was a revelation. At
the same time, it was a reminder of the bitter past and a hopeful
clue about the future.

He had opened up to me again.

To some extent.

There were some walls still in place. He kept
watching me as if he expected me to turn into a shrew at any minute
and blow him up again.

I understood.

It was going to take time to rebuild trust
between us. I didn’t have the words to convince him he was safe
with me and that I was done with the secrets, which had destroyed
us. All I could do was stay open and be transparent with him.

We laid in bed one night after making love.
Our bodies were warm against each other as we came down from that
euphoric high. Time had not dimmed our attraction, we were just
better at giving pleasure.

“So what do you want out of life?” I asked as
I pressed myself against his side, while he slung his arm around my
shoulder.

“I don’t know anymore. I haven’t really
thought about it for a while.”

“I guess it would be hard to decide. You’ve
done everything you set out to do.”

“I have, but I still need a good challenge.
That doesn’t change no matter how much money I make.”

His hand rested on my belly, his thumb idly
rubbing back and forth. “Are these from having Charlie?” he asked,
referring to the stretch marks running up and down my lower
stomach.

“Yeah, I was so big with him.” I had carried
him low and wide.

“I wished I had seen that.”

“You would’ve wanted to watch me waddle
around carrying that big ol’ belly out to here?” I held out my hand
out to indicate my big pregnant belly.

He studied me thoughtfully. “Yes, I would’ve.
I still want to see my child growing big in your belly.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I don’t know. I like the idea of watching
you grow big and fat with my baby.”

A little thrill went through me. I liked the
idea, too. But I was too practical to be romantic about it.

“That’s the easy part, Beau. It’s the raising
the kid bit that’s hard.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So you’re ready for sleepless nights and
dirty diapers?”

“We can hire help,” he answered
flippantly.

“But there are so many great moments when
you’re in the thick of it. If we were to have a baby, I wouldn’t be
okay just handing my child over to a nanny every time he or she
screams.”

His smile faded and was replaced by a fierce
scowl. “It was just a thought, Marla. Nothin’ written in stone,” he
said, rolling away from me, effectively ending our discussion.

And there was the distance between us.

His stiff body language told me I might as
well be on the other side of the Grand Canyon. He retreated anytime
there was the slightest conflict between us.

I reminded myself it was going to take time.
That we had even made it back to each other was a miracle.

As I leaned toward his back, unwilling to let
him cut me off, I put my hand on his upper arm. He didn’t react
right away, but a couple of seconds later, his hand crept up,
covering mine.

I kissed his shoulder blade. “It doesn’t have
to be something we decide tonight. But I want you to know I would
be honored to have another one of your babies. You gave me Charlie
and I’ve always been grateful to you for that.”