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  He rubs his hand on his swim trunks before wiping away the tears pooling in his eyes. I drop to my knees behind him and wrap my arms around his body. I prop my chin on his shoulder. I hold him, not saying a word, while telling him all the things he needs to hear.

  * * *

  Meredith has texted me umpteen times since we sat down at the restaurant. Her interest in my relationship with Beau is starting to get on my nerves a little. “Sorry. Meredith won’t leave me alone.”

  Beau wrinkles his forehead as though confused. “I thought she was cool with this.”

  “A little too cool. She’s reading a lot into it.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  I’m embarrassed to tell him what she said. I don’t want him to think I’m suggesting anything. “She hinted this morning that we could continue whatever this is after we get home.”

  I hit send on the message telling Meredith to chill because she’s interrupting my date.

  “You sound opposed to seeing me after we get back.” I think I may hear regret in his voice. Or am I imagining it because I want him to want me?

  I want to see Beau at home but he scares the shit out of me. He has the power to hurt me. And I’m not sure my heart can survive another heartbreak. “I’d love to see you after we’re home, but I don’t feel like I’d ever be enough to please you. And I won’t be half of a female duo it would take to keep you happy. That would make me miserable, and I deserve better than that.”

  “Of course, you deserve better. The best.”

  “I won’t ask you to be someone you’re not.” That would make him miserable.

  Beau closes his eyes and lifts his face to the ceiling. His sighs loudly when he shakes his head.

  I don’t know what all of that means.

  When he finishes what appears to be an inner self-consultation, he lowers his face so we’re looking eye to eye. He reaches across the table and takes my hand. He brings it to his mouth and kisses the inside of my wrist. “I’ve been with one woman before. I know what it’s like. Maybe I’d like to give it another whirl if that woman was you.”

  I don’t answer because I’m so taken aback.

  “I like what we have, Peach.”

  Three days isn’t long but I already know how much I enjoy being around Beau. We felt like good friends from the first night we met.

  “Think it over. That’s all I’m saying.”

  Is that what I want? I’ve just gotten out of a marriage. Am I ready to do another relationship?

  Now I have two things to mull over.

  I look out the window. It’s dark and we have a ninety-minute drive ahead of us. “It’ll be ten o’clock by the time we make it back.”

  “Need to turn in early because you have somewhere to be in the mornin’?”

  “Nope. Can’t think of a single place I’m expected.” Except maybe breakfast with Meredith and Grayson. I’m sure she can’t wait to drill me about Beau.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  I don’t say so, but I was sort of already planning to. “I will if it’s what you want.”

  “I’m asking . . . because it’s what I want.”

  “Then I’m accepting . . . because it’s what I want.”

  We cover the top of the Jeep and its doors for the ride back since the sun has gone down. Although we changed into dry clothes, I’m concerned about getting cold.

  The drive along the coastline is peaceful tonight. There’s very little traffic on the road. “I love night driving, or riding, since I’m not the one behind the wheel.” I’m completely relaxed with my hand stretched toward Beau, twirling a piece of hair at the back of his neck.

  “You’re turning me on, Peach, playing with my hair like that.”

  “Really?” I lean over and kiss the side of his neck before whispering in his ear. “I’d rip your clothes off and do dirty things to you if you weren’t driving.”

  “You should watch what you say. There's a beast inside me.” He thinks I don’t already know that?

  “I’m completely capable of pulling over to ravish you.” I think he’s serious.

  “That’ll only prolong us getting back to the resort.” And I think we know what’s going to happen there.

  “We’ve already established we’re in no hurry.”

  He slides his hand beneath my dress between my legs until he’s rubbing my panties over my most sensitive spot. His fingers feel exquisite, and I’m certain he can feel the dampness collecting there. “I don’t think I’m the only one getting turned on.”

  “It’s possible you’re right.”

  “Possible, my ass. Definite is more like it, according to how wet your panties are. Do I need to pull over?” He wags his eyebrows at me.

  Is he completely nuts? “You want to pull over on the side of the road for sex?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  He uses his finger to push the crotch of my panties to the side. He slides his fingers up and down through the slickness pooling there. “I think someone else wants to pull over too.”

  “Is it safe?”

  “I have condoms.” Smartass knows that’s not what I mean.

  I put my hand over the tent in his pants and rub his cock. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

  Beau pulls into a picnic area across the road from the beach and slams the Jeep into park. He gets out and races around to my side. He opens my door and grabs my panties, pulling them down my legs and over my shoes. “Out. Now.”

  He grabs my hands and helps me out before leading me over to a table. He puts his hands around my waist and hoists me up.

  Great. We’re going to fuck on a table where a family will picnic and have sandwiches tomorrow.

  He slips my flip-flops off and places my feet on the edge before he pushes my knees apart. He pops his button and unzips. “Lie back.”

  I hear the rattle of a plastic wrapper. He’s at my entrance one moment and then inside me the next. It all happens so quickly.

  I bring my legs up to encompass his waist while he wraps his hands around my hips. He holds me firm as he slides in and out. Once we establish a rhythm, one hand moves to my crotch to rub my clit. “That feels so good.”

  “I like making you feel good.”

  My legs are trembling as his fingers circle my clit slowly with the perfect amount of pressure. Tingling waves of pleasure grow in my pelvis. “I can feel my orgasm starting.”

  “Right there with you.”

  I stare at the stars above as my body does its own magical thing. I have no control over it, and it’s sensational when I feel those rhythmic contractions deep inside. “Ohh . . . I’m coming.”

  “Ohh . . .” His body convulses with mine as we achieve our climaxes together. Perfect timing. Fuck, this man is a sex god!

  He relaxes and lowers himself to press a soft kiss against my lips. “You’re sort of kinky for a vanilla girl.”

  He pulls out and removes the rubber, tossing it into the nearby trash. “I despise those things.”

  I’m inclined to think he’s accustomed to skin on skin. I assume he didn’t wear them with his fiancée since she became pregnant.

  I didn’t use them with Drake; he was my husband so there shouldn’t have been a reason to. I was sick to my stomach to learn he’d been unsheathed inside me while he was screwing another woman. That’s a mistake I won’t make again. “A necessity, I’m afraid.”

  “Agreed.”

  He slips my flip-flops back onto my feet before helping me down from the table. “Just so you know, I liked that a lot.”

  “I did too. Immensely.”

  Beau reaches for my hand, holding it on the walk back to the Jeep. He opens the door and takes my panties from where he tossed them on the seat. I’m a little taken back when he bends down to hold them out so I can step in. “Such the gentleman.”

  He pats my bottom when they’re put back into place. “I hope you’ll allow me to take those off again later.”

  “I’d be terribl
y disappointed if you didn’t.” Terribly disappointed, and despite the fact I’ve been given more orgasms by this man in the last two days than by any other man in my lifetime, I’d certainly like some more.

  Chapter 7

  Anna James Bennett

  Ping! I’m awakened this morning to the alert of a text message. I lift my head to look over Beau’s body at the clock. Six-fucking-thirty, way too early for someone to be messaging me. I will be pissed off beyond all recognition if it’s Meredith bugging me about Beau again.

  I grab my phone from the nightstand, and my irritation instantly melts. It’s one of my star students.

  Hey, Mrs. Langston. It’s Emery Whitworth. I’m in big trouble. I really need someone to talk to.

  Mrs. Langston. I’m certain it’s going to be an ordeal retraining the students, and maybe even faculty, to call me Miss Bennett.

  I sit up on the edge of the bed and unplug my phone from the charger. Beau’s bedroom is dark, so I fumble around, clumsily knocking the lamp over. My hands jolt forward and catch it before it crashes but not without sending my phone into the floor.

  “Shit.” I hope I didn’t shatter the screen; it’s brand new. My cell provider is going to think I caught my husband cheating again if I show up with another busted phone.

  “What are you doing, Peach?” Beau’s voice is gravelly.

  “Apparently being a klutz. Sorry to wake you.”

  “It’s awful early in the morning to be a klutz. Something wrong?”

  “I don’t know. One of my favorite students just messaged me saying she was in a lot of trouble and needs to talk.”

  Beau rolls over to look at the clock. “At six thirty in the morning?”

  “In her defense, it’s seven thirty in Buford. But I’m still very concerned. I fear it could be bad.” Emery would never reach out to me over the summer if something wasn’t terribly wrong.

  I grab Beau’s T-shirt from the floor and slip it over my head. “I’ll go into the living room so I don’t disturb you.”

  “You don’t have to do that. This is my usual wakeup time; I’m not going back to sleep.” He gets up to visit the bathroom. “You can call her from the bed.”

  “Mrs. Langston.” Emery answers on the first ring, saying my former name in a hushed whisper.

  “Emery. What is wrong?”

  “I’m in trouble. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She’s crying so hard I can barely make out what she’s saying.

  “Okay. First, I need you to calm down so I can understand you.” The crying combined with her low tone makes it nearly impossible to hear.

  The other end goes nearly silent. “Emery? You there?”

  “I’m here.”

  “Honey, you have to tell me what’s happening if I’m going to be able to help you.”

  She clears her voice. “I’m pregnant.”

  Sheez. I was sort of afraid of that. “How far along?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe around five months.”

  “You’ve not been to see a doctor?” I try to not sound judgmental but Emery knows better than this.

  “No. I can’t. My parents will find out.”

  “Sweetheart, your parents are going to know very soon whether you tell them or not.”

  “I know, but I’m scared.”

  I can already guess who the father is but I ask anyway.

  “Ryan Shepherd.” Yup. Just as I suspected.

  That’s too bad because Ryan is an immature little prick who prides himself on getting into girls’ pants. I noticed him giving Emery a lot of attention mid-semester but I never, not for one second, thought she’d fall for his bullshit. “Have you told him about the pregnancy?”

  “Yeah. He says it’s not his.”

  Of course, he denies it. Little shit did the same thing with Cameron’s pregnancy last year. She miscarried, but I still remember the way he celebrated.

  Beau returns to bed and crawls in next to me. He traces his fingertip up my thigh until it disappears beneath his T-shirt I’m wearing. I push his hand away and mouth, “Stop. This is important.”

  “Ryan is lying, Mrs. Langston. He knows it’s his.”

  Looks like this baby isn’t going away. “Don’t worry about that. It only takes a DNA test to prove otherwise.”

  “I have to tell my mom and dad and I don’t know how to do that. They’re going to hate me.”

  I know the history behind Emery’s parents. They divorced a couple years ago, and it was nas-ty. Both are selfish human beings, thinking only of themselves, rather than the well-being of their children. I know that’s why Emery went in search of affection. Ryan Shepherd used his pecker to take advantage of the problems she was having at home. And look where it landed her.

  I’d love to put my foot in that little bastard’s ass. Or chop off his overactive pecker.

  “I’m scared.”

  “Do you want me to be with you when you tell them?”

  “Yes. Please.” I figure this was the reason for the call to begin with. But that’s fine. I will always be there for my kids.

  “I’m out of town, but I’ll be back next week. I want you to call me on Monday night, and we’ll set up a day and time to meet with your parents.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Langston. I’m really grateful.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetie. Everything will work out. You’ll see.”

  I end my call with Emery and toss my phone on the bed; I’m disgusted. “Ugh! It’s just as bad as I imagined.”

  “Pregnant girl, I gather.”

  “Yes. And she’s one of my brightest pupils. The most expressive kid I have in my creative writing class. Breaks my heart, especially since the boy who has knocked her up is a twittlefuck. And it’s not his first time to do something like this.”

  “Having a baby at a young age is definitely a life-changing event, but it’s not the end of this girl’s world.”

  “How old was Caroline when she got pregnant?”

  “Seventeen, but she turned eighteen before she delivered.”

  “Is she in college now?”

  “Yeah. She wanted to quit school, but my parents insisted she graduate and go on to the local community college. She’s a smart girl. Got a three point eight so she’s transferring to UGA for the fall semester.”

  “Good for her. Who takes care of Ashlyn while she’s busy with school?”

  “We all pitch in. Whoever’s able to get freed up will take her.”

  “You mean you and your brothers take care of a baby?” By themselves?

  “All the time. Took some getting used to, but we do all right.”

  It sounds like Beau’s family is unusually close. I wonder if they know he’s poly.

  “Caroline’s lucky to have the love and support of your family. I’m not sure Emery’s will be as helpful. But that’s something for me to deal with next week.”

  “Right. Because you have me to deal with right now.” He moves over me and kisses the side of my neck when I won’t open my mouth. I smell mint, meaning he brushed his teeth while he was in the bathroom. No way I’m having ass breath while he’s minty fresh.

  I pat him on the shoulder. “Let me up.”

  “No. I want you right where you are.” He pushes up the hem of the shirt until I’m exposed all the way up to my waist. He moves downward until his face meets my groin. “God, I love the way you smell.”

  “You’ll love it more after I brush my teeth.” I made sure I brought my toothbrush when I packed my overnight bag last night.

  “Nope. Won’t effect this down here one bit.”

  One lick of his tongue is all it takes to turn my legs to mush. No way I’m able to leave this bed now. “Oh, God.”

  He gets on his knees and pushes my legs back and apart. I arch, staring at the mirror above me in anticipation of his touch. I watch his head dip between my legs as I feel the second upward swipe of his soft, wet tongue through my center. The next sends another jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.
r />   “Ohh . . .” I clench the sheet tightly in each of my fists. I’m lost to all senses but one, the feel of Beau Emerson’s mouth on me.

  “Mmm,” he groans. “I love the way you taste. So fucking sweet.”

  He licks me one last time before sucking my clit into his mouth. Sometimes soft tugs, alternating with a firmer pull. As much as I’d love this to go on forever, it can’t because I’m unable to last any longer. He’s taken me to that place—the one where a little is too much, yet never enough. I’m coming undone.

  “Ahh . . . Ohh.” Once the rush of pure pleasure starts, I can’t stifle the incoherent garble escaping my mouth. I fist his hair and pull his mouth harder against me.

  I recognize that new sensation I’ve only experienced with Beau—tiny quivers deep in my pelvis as I spiral down from the place he’s taken me. I come to my senses and release his hair when I realize I’m fisting it tightly. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I like it. Means I’m doing something right.”

  “It means you’re doing everything right.”

  He kisses my belly and breasts on the way up. “You are so damn beautiful.”

  Beau’s the beautiful one—soft and hard in all the right places. And he chose me.

  This man wastes no time grabbing a condom from the box in the nightstand and returning to nestle between my legs; he’s anxious to fuck me. And I’m anxious to be fucked.

  He enters me quickly. We find our rhythm, and my hips meet his stroke for stroke. There’s nothing gentle about what’s happening. This is hard-core fucking. And I love it.

  Using my legs, I coax him to move faster. “Fuck me harder.”

  I know he has beaten me to the finish line when he slows and thrusts deeply those last few times while groaning against my ear. “Uh . . . uh!”

  His body burrows between my legs, his head resting on my chest. “I really enjoyed that.”

  “Good, because I really enjoyed you doing it.”

  That’s the last thing I remember before drifting back to sleep.

  * * *

  My eyes pop open when I’m startled awake. No fucking way. That did not just happen . . . except it did.