FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series) (27 page)

“Okay, let’s call him,” I agreed as he pushed
the speakerphone option and the phone started ringing.

“Hey, Charlie.”

“Hey, Beau.”

“I’ve got your mom with me and we wanted to
give you a call.”

“Are you somewhere on the Atlantic cruising
around in that big boat?”

“No, we haven’t left yet. We were callin’ to
check in. How’s it going?”

A loud bang went off in the background. “I
can’t hear you on the account of the donkey running through the
house!”

“What?” we cried together.

“Yeah, he came in with the llama and the hot
circus girl.”

All right, he was pulling our leg. “Ha-ha,
Charlie. Very funny,” Beau chuckled.

“I had you going there for a second!” Charlie
laughed uproariously. “I promise I will take care of the house. No
donkeys and no parties. Go have fun, Dad. I’m fine.”

Beau’s face lit up as Charlie called him dad
for the first time. “You just made my day, son.”

I put my arm around Beau’s waist as we smiled
at each other. “Love you, honey. We’ll call in a few days,” I
promised, loving the transformation between Beau and Charlie.

They were my boys.

My sweet boys.

“Love you, Mama. Love you, Dad.”

Beau’s blue gaze filled with tears. “Love
you, too, Son.”

Charlie cleared his throat, his voice thick
with emotion. “Now, get on that boat and leave me the hell alone
before I tell you a corny joke.”

We laughed at his zaniness and wished him
well as we hung up.

“That was amazing. He called you dad.” My
eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I’m so glad I got to hear
that.”

Beau’s eyes were watery too. “Yeah, that was
pretty amazing.”

I hugged him close, grateful he was in my
life. “I’m forever grateful we found each other, Shepard.”

“Me, too, Sunshine,” he said, nuzzling my
neck.

“Mmm. Where should we go first?”

“Let’s sail to London.”

“London? That would be cool.” I suddenly
remembered where I wanted to go. “Let’s go to Italy after we visit
England. I’ve always wanted to visit Venice.”

“Sure, Sunshine. We’ll go wherever you
want.”

“Then let’s get going, Captain.”

He shot me a wicked grin. “Captain?”

“Yeah, you’re just about the sexiest Captain
I’ve ever seen. What do you say we consummate our voyage?”

“Consummate? You know I love it when you use
big words.” He nuzzled my neck.

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yeah, I love words like angst and
consummate. It gets me hot.”

I laughed. “How about coitus?”

“What is that exactly?” he asked, acting as
if he didn’t know.

“How about lick...suck...moan?”

“Ooh, now you’re talking my language,” he
teased, leaning in for a kiss.

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Micah:

Emma and honey.

Wicked.

I was game for that.

She asked me to follow her back to her
bathroom and I willingly complied. Each time I was with her, there
was something new and different to experience. She’d taught me a
lot in the last couple of days, and I was eager for my next
lesson.

She led me to her extravagant bathroom. It
was evident that she had drawn a bath in her tub and placed lots of
candles around the room. Emma was getting her romance on. Fine by
me. I wasn’t usually one for the tub, but the water did look
tempting to my aching muscles.

She came around me then and started to
unbutton my shirt. She deftly managed my undressing, handling me
like a pro and lulling me with her gentle touch. I liked being
taken care of by her. I couldn't recall the last time I let someone
do it for me.

When my clothing was gone, she grabbed my
hand and led me to the tub. The water was hot as I carefully
stepped into it. Classical music played quietly in the background
as I stood there passively, steam curling around me.

“Stay like that,” she ordered softly as I
stood in the hot water.

“Okay,” I whispered as I watched her get
naked through the haze of steam. It gave her an exotic quality,
like she was coming to me in a dream. The water gently lapped
against my legs, beckoning me to experience its power.

Emma picked up a big jar of honey and joined
me in the tub. She opened the container and poured a little on her
fingers. I watched as the golden gooeyness flowed down her
hand.

She gently licked her finger as she stared
longingly at me. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly as she moved her fingers
back and forth across her lips.

My cock immediately reacted to the sights and
sounds of Emma's little show. She reached out and smeared some
honey along my lips. My tongue darted out as she generously licked
my mouth.

Tasty.

I was beginning to realize why she liked
honey.

I watched as she dipped the jar toward
herself, releasing a river of thick, golden liquid. She rubbed it
along her breasts as I stared, transfixed.

Holy hell.

That is fuckin' hot.

She licked her finger again as she took in my
heated reaction, my cock giving another strong nod of approval.

She leaned forward, tipping the honey jar
over my shoulder and baptizing me in a vat of sweetness. The sticky
goodness flowed down my body, down my arm, toward my backside,
across my abs, and over my hard-on. I couldn’t help but relax
lustfully as Emma’s fingers spread the honey all over my skin.

Drip, drip, the honey fell slowly from my
warm body into the water.

Very erotic. I was quickly developing a new
appreciation for honey.

“Ready?” she asked when we were both coated
sufficiently with golden stickiness.

I stared, spellbound by her sweet body,
succulently calling to me. “Oh yeah.”

She moved toward me, my hands wrapping around
the back of her waist.

We glided smoothly against each other as our
sensual feast began.

She licked my nipple; I nibbled on her
ear.

She tasted my forearm; I licked her inner
thigh.

She ran her tongue along my abs; I suckled on
her tits.

It went on and on until she sank to her
knees, lovingly staring at my hard cock. She looked like a nymph in
the water, her glorious tits bobbing gently in the water as she
bowed before my dick.

I had waited for this moment.

Wanted it badly.

My dick wagged excitedly in front of her
face. “I think Bigboy is anxious for some attention,” she cooed as
she dipped her finger into the honey jar next to the tub and
brought it back out to the tip of my dick, swirling the sticky
sweetness along my shaft. “I can't wait to taste you,” she gushed,
putting the head of my cock in her mouth.

I hissed through my teeth, forgetting all
about the pain I was in. I swear my cock did a happy dance in her
mouth.

Emma knew dick.

She gobbled me up, her mouth heaven. She
pushed me deeper, opening her throat over and over, taking more of
me each time. She gagged, but was still game. My kind of girl.

My legs quivered as she took me down close to
the root. “That's so sweet, Babygirl...keep going,” I groaned.

She teased and tormented, her tongue dancing
along the ridges, the underside, and the little V. Her hands
performed magic alongside her mouth with gentle tickles, strong
pulses, and wicked stroking.

Holy mother of Christ. Fuck.

She kept at it, making me cry out and lose my
breath. My legs shook; my balls rose up tightly. In no time flat,
my cock wanted to give up the goods. Her tongue hit my sweet spot
over and over, making my dick spew.

“Jesus!” I let out on a guttural groan as I
came down her throat.

She sucked me dry, suckling on my sensitive
cock as it deflated. “Wow, Emma. You've got some mad cock sucking
skills, girl.”

“Yeah, I know. I've done a lot of
research.”

“Research?” I asked suspiciously, feeling
jealous of whoever had experienced her hot, little mouth.

“Not that kind,” she clarified, rolling her
eyes at my tone. “I just read books and articles and watched some
porn.”

“I didn't know you were such a student of
sex, Emma.”

Her blue eyes twinkled flirtatiously.
“There's a lot you don't know about me.”

“Yes, that seems so.”

“Now, come join me in this hot water.” She
splashed my legs. “Let's get those sore muscles of yours loosened
up.”

I plopped down into the tub, relaxed after
that awesome blowjob. My muscles gave a huge sigh of relief as they
relieved their burden into the hot water.

Emma insisted on sitting behind me as we
soaked in the tub. She called it therapy as she pressed her breasts
up against my back, her legs gently wrapped around my waist. I was
all for that kind of “therapy.”

She ran a loofah along my arm. “Tell me
something about your life, Micah. I want to know more about
you.”

“There isn't much to tell.”

“Oh, come on. Everybody has stories about
their life.”

I wasn't about to explain my life. “Not me. I
live simple, Emma.”

She sighed dramatically. “All right then.
I'll help you out. What's your favorite food?”

I decided to play along. “Oh, that's easy.
Steak.”

“I should have guessed that. Favorite
color?”

“Blue.”

“What kind of blue?”

“Hmm...” I considered my options. “The color
of your eyes.”

She snorted loudly and laughed. “Oh, that's
cheesy. No, I'm serious. Tell me.”

I tickled her foot. “So am I. I like the
color of your eyes.” I turned toward her. “They have little specks
of gold inside the light blue. They're beautiful.”

She goofily batted her eyelashes at me. “Well
then, I guess that will do. Now, tell me something personal.”

I thought about it for a moment. Some part of
me wanted to share something real. Something honest.

I stared into her kind eyes. “I had a stutter
when I was kid. I hated to talk. It was a nightmare.”

Her baby blues pooled with compassion. “I
hate that you suffered when you were a kid.”

I scoffed, undone by the sympathetic look on
her face. “Everybody suffers, Emma. It's just a fact of life.”

She put her hands around my cheeks. “That
doesn't make it right. I'm sorry things were so hard for you.”

We stared at each other for a long second
before I turned back around, feeling exposed and unsure of why I
had told her something so traumatic for me.

She wrapped her legs and arms around me again
as she laid her head against my shoulder. “You're safe with me,
baby.”

Her heartfelt words rocked through me.
Something cracked within my armor and Emma's warmth invaded one of
my deepest shames, bringing light to a dark place. I leaned back
against her, wondering how I was going to walk away from her when
she was so good to me.

It was a long time before we got out of the
tub, but I would never look at honey the same. It was yet another
refreshing evening with Emma. She had successfully seduced me again
with her sweet ways, drawing me closer to her.

I couldn't get enough.

I fell into her bed that night, relaxed and
satisfied. Again.

As we lay there, I looked over at her angelic
face, watching as she slept peacefully next to me.

I sighed heavily.

What am I going to do about you, sweet
girl?

~Micah Turner

Micah, The Fierce Falls Hard For Emma, The
Brave