BreakingBeau (7 page)

The slosh of the water, the tear of the wrapper, the click
of a button, it was all background noise as the streaming jets began to spurt
and retract. She moaned as the hot water worked over the tight bud between her
legs like a clever hand. She bucked and tried to grind closer to it, the orgasm
right there for the taking.

“Not this time, Gigi. This time we’re going together,” Beau
growled.

He gripped her hips, slid her back toward him. He tipped her
torso forward and the magical pounding from the water became a tease. The streams
pulsed, massaging her now, the steady, gentle rhythm making her want to scream.
So fucking close.

And then he was there. The broad, thick head of his cock
poised against her entrance. She quivered, at once desperate for but afraid of
his invasion. The water was relentless, a seductive mistress, demanding she
move against it. Her worries evaporated under the white-hot light of her need.
She thrust her hips toward the jet then snapped them back, impaling her pussy
on Beau’s thick cock.

The fullness stole her breath but if there was pain, the
sheer bliss of him seated deep inside her decimated it before it registered.
Her muscles stretched to accommodate him and she was filled with an incredible
sense of rightness.

Behind her, Beau was still but his harsh breathing echoed
through the room.

“Are you okay?”

“God yes.”

He let out a pained chuckle and shifted. “You feel
unbelievable. So sweet and tight. I don’t know how long I can—”

The need to move was all-encompassing and she cut him off.
“I don’t need long. Fuck me, Beau. Just stop talking and fuck me.” She flexed
her muscles around him and arched forward before thrusting back against him
again hard, reveling in the thick heat that impaled her.

“Jesus, that’s so damn good. If it’s too much, stop me.”

Almost a warning, this. The air became electric as he
gripped her hips tight and slammed forward. Her vision blurred as he
established a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with long, strong strokes.
And suddenly, it was too much. The fingers and their bruising grip on her hips,
the water spurting against her clit, the hardness driving in and out.

“I need— Oh God!”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Let me feel you come for me.”

Her muscles strained and locked as the orgasm broke over her
in unrelenting waves, sucking her under. A keening moan rose low in her throat,
her body clamped down tight, pulsing and squeezing him.

His cock grew impossibly hard, and she gripped him so tight
she thought she might burst. He let out a string of curses then tensed behind
her, his big body jerking and twitching as he came, pulsing and throbbing
inside her.

She slumped forward, reeling, as he quieted behind her. She
tried to think of what to say, to put her thoughts and feelings into words. A
thousand emotions crowded her, but one kept fighting its way to the top of the
heap. Sweet relief. “I can’t imagine anything in the world feeling better than
that. It was like…everything. Thank you, Beau.”

He caressed her hips, then slid from her body. They both
groaned at the loss of contact.

He sank back and pulled her with him so that she lay atop
him again in the rapidly cooling water. She could feel his heart still pounding
against her back, and smiled.

His breath tickled her ear as he spoke. “Thank
you
.
For sharing that with me, for being so open, and sexy and trusting. I—” He
paused, and swallowed hard. “I don’t know, it was just really great, and I hope
you have no regrets. I know I don’t.”

Did she? She gave her head a little shake. She wasn’t going
there. Wasn’t delving into the miasma of doubts and anxieties writhing in the
background, waiting for their opening to ruin her perfect night. No way. Right
now, the only thing she regretted was that she wasn’t facing him. If she had
one night, she planned on making the most of it. Reality would come crashing in
soon enough.

“So you did say we could do it again, right?”

* * * * *

“Midnight snack anyone?”

Gigi stepped out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her
cheeks were still flushed and she gave him a tentative smile. “I thought I
heard a knock. What’d you get?”

He tore his eyes from her creamy shoulders and kept it
light, giving her the space she seemed to need. “I wasn’t sure what to feed the
chef so I got fruit, a cheese plate and an order of French fries.”

“Perfect.”

He’d gotten dressed to answer the door and could tell she
felt self-conscious being the only one half-naked. She’d been so amazing, so
giving, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel a second of discomfort. He
considered yanking off his clothes but instead went against every instinct
urging him to keep her naked and grabbed the robe from the closet. He tossed it
to her and turned so she could put it on.

“Picnic on the giant bed. Last one in has to eat the kiwi.”

He jogged over and set the tray down in the center of the
bed before climbing in. She was a second behind him, giggling as she hopped up
across from him. “I like kiwi.”

“How could you? First of all, just seeing them in their
natural form is disgusting. They’re all furry, like monkey nuts or something. I
refuse to eat hairy fruit. Second, it’s got those little ball-bearing-looking
seeds in it. It’s a weird fruit, admit it.”

“I think it’s you that’s weird,” she said as she picked up a
piece and popped it into her mouth. She gave an exaggerated eye roll and
moaned. “Mmm, so good.”

“Okay, you’re going to give me a complex. That’s the same
thing you did when I—”

“Don’t say it!” she yelped, her cheeks going from pink to
red.

Damn, she was fun to tease.

He took a piece of cheese and held it out to her. The smile
slid from her face as she leaned in and plucked it from his fingers with her
teeth. Her eyes grew dark as he caressed her full bottom lip with his thumb.

“Now you.”

She picked up a chunk of melon and offered it to him. He
tipped his head and opened his mouth to accept it. At the last second he closed
his lips around her fingers and nipped her before taking the fruit.

She gasped and her eyes grew darker still. The pulse in her
neck began to flutter and his cock responded with a vengeance. The robe had
shifted and the curve of one breast lay bare to his gaze. He squeezed his eyes
closed and chewed his melon. She probably needed a break and he wasn’t going to
press her. If she felt ready and wanted to do it again, she’d let him know.

“I want to do it again.” Her dark eyes locked on him as she
spoke.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to choke out the words
that didn’t want to come. “Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m a little tender, but it’s not going to stop me.
Besides, I know you’ll make me forget all about that. Can we?”

He looked at her and the honest, pure desire shining back at
him. He grabbed the tray and set it on the table next to the bed. “We can eat
the fries cold.”

She nodded as he pressed her back against the blankets. He
feathered soft kisses on her face, then captured her mouth with his own. He
tugged the sash of her black robe and it fell open around her, framing her lush
curves and white skin. For a long moment, he just stared. She squirmed under
his intense gaze and moved to cover herself. He grabbed both of her hands and
pressed them against the bed.

“Don’t. Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Gigi. Your body is
so sweet and sexy, I want to commit every curve, every line to memory. Let me.”

She nodded and the tension in her muscles eased.

He bent forward and closed his mouth over the hard nipple
that had been beckoning him. She wriggled and groaned as she threaded her
fingers into his hair. He worked his tongue against the sensitive bud and her
low gasp was like a symphony to his ears. Her legs shifted restlessly against
his and he trailed a hand down her stomach to close over her pussy. She spread
her legs wide, opening herself to his touch. He tested her with a slide of
fingers, a rub of his palm. Her slick juices covered his hand and a charge ran
through him. He’d done that to her. She was wet and aching, only for him.

He released her nipple and moved lower, pressing kisses down
her rib cage, over her stomach while he worked her cunt with his fingers.
Sliding up and down over her heated slit until her hips pulsed in a staccato
rhythm. Finally he was eye level with her pussy and he had to close his eyes to
gain control. After a few steadying breaths, he opened them again to the most
beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Gigi’s candy-pink sex glistened just inches from
his mouth. Her distended clit pouted forward, begging for his tongue. The
evidence of her need ran down the cleft of her ass and the drive to taste her
overwhelmed all of his senses.

He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her
thighs and stay there forever, devouring her. Instead he flicked his tongue
against her clit, just brushing the tender flesh. She groaned and pressed into
him but he held back, teasing her, drawing it out.

“You’re so pretty down here. So soft and pink,” he
whispered, letting his warm breath bathe her sensitive skin.

“Please, can you put your mouth on me again?” Her pleading
tone held a note of wonder that went straight to his cock.

Enough teasing then. He bent low and covered her with his
mouth, lapping at her in long, slow licks, increasing the pressure with every
swipe. She writhed beneath him as if she couldn’t get close enough. She speared
her hands into his hair and pulled him tighter to her, pressing his mouth more
firmly against her pussy. He quickened the pace, licking and sucking harder and
faster.

Her body stiffened and he waited for her to shatter.
Instead, she jerked away from him and sat up. She reached between them and
grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed.

“I want you inside me.”

He stood and thrust his jeans off, sliding a hand in the
pocket before he tossed them aside. She turned sideways, cupping his balls and
raking her nails over his stomach as he fumbled with the foil packet then
sheathed his achy cock. He climbed into the bed and pressed her back,
positioning himself between her legs. He arched forward, nudging her entrance
with the head of his cock. One inch. Two. He gritted his teeth, trying to take
it easy. Go slow. She was new to this and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Now.”

Her husky voice made his balls ache and she clamped her legs
around his waist, snapping her hips to his, taking him all in. His cock jerked
and grew heavier as he hurtled toward release. He drove forward with a
punishing thrust. Her low gasp gave him pause, until she wriggled beneath him,
urging him to move, begging him not to stop. He pulled back and plunged forward
again, filling her, stretching her.

She tossed her head on the pillow, her pants becoming
groans. Her hips moved faster and faster and she worked her tight channel over
his dick like a fist. He tried to hold off. This might be the last time he ever
felt her wrapped around him. The last time he got to be with her. But tighter
and tighter her pussy gripped him, bewitching him, her slick inner walls
squeezing until she cried out and shattered, convulsing around him. A second
later, unable to stop it, he tumbled after her. He flexed deep, groaning her
name as his bittersweet orgasm racked him. His body exploded into her, hot cum
bursting from his cock in a rush that had him shouting her name.

* * * * *

Gigi woke to the distant sound of water
splatting
against tile. The shower.

Jesus, Beau.

Her eyes snapped open and she stared into the semi-darkness
at the swirls in the ceiling, trying not to let the fear riding her morph into
full-blown panic. Now that the sensual haze had worn off, now that she’d
escaped the reach of his force field of hotness, it all seemed so clear. She
was royally screwed.

What had she done? She squeezed her eyes shut again as her
brain provided the answer to that question in exquisite detail. Her pulse
fluttered at the images flashing through her mind. It had been amazing.
Earth-shattering. Terrifying. And Beau was right, she never should have done
it. She was changed. After just one night, the thought of going home and
immersing herself completely in work left her ice cold and almost sick with
dread.

Alone again. No strong hands to grip her waist. No body, so
much warmer than her own, to burrow into while she slept. No hot mouth or
clever tongue to work her into a frenzy. No baritone chuckles as she primly
wrapped a sheet around herself to get a drink of water.

No Beau.

One night with him, half a night, really, and her life was
flipped upside down. She’d fooled herself into believing she could just sleep
with him and enjoy the experience, chalk it up to good times and walk away
unscathed. Instead, she was utterly and completely scathed, without a clue how
to handle it. So she did the only thing she could think of.

She jumped up out of the bed, tossed the dress over her head
and ran for it.

Chapter Seven

“So now what?” Quinn asked, brows raised so high they were
buried under her hair. Beau’s three band-mates stared at him expectantly. When
he’d gotten in late that morning, they were congregated around the table like a
bunch of old crones waiting for the gossip. Gigi was at the store buying food
supplies and they’d all but mobbed him the second he stepped in the door. He’d
put them off for as long as he could, but since they all seemed to know that he
and Gigi had spent the night together, he finally bit the bullet and filled
them in on the basics.

“So now nothing. It was…fun. She’s not a virgin anymore, and
I guess we’re supposed to pretend like it didn’t happen.” Beau tried to keep
his tone light, hoping it didn’t reflect the turmoil churning inside him.