Page 64 of Never Say Yes To A Stranger

“Your sister might hear us and come running from the barn.”

“What’s she going to do? Throw you out the window?”

We haven’t talked about that horrible day other than after—after Beau was stitched up and after he revealed who he really was to me, even if the truth wasn’t that far off from what he could tell me all along. I know he wasn’t prepared for how much he was going to hate lying to me. He didn’t think I was innocent, and then when he found out I was, he had to prove it legallybefore he could tell me the truth. He knew I was going to hate him, yet he still hung in there. He still took a bullet because of his job, but his job was me.

He tenses, but then he ducks his head and licks the shell of my ear. “You are your own brand of crazy, but your crazy is special, and your special is everything I could ever want.”

I grasp his face and tilt him back to me. “Look at me, Beau. I want you to watch while you make me come. I want you to watch my face as you see all the pleasure you’re giving me reflected back at you. I want you to watch me like a mirror, and I’ll watch you the same way. We can see all the parts of ourselves that were empty and needed filling up getting full because that’s how caring for another person works.”

He blinks once again. “Is that supposed to be a sex joke?”

I swat his shoulder. “That’s my attempt at being romantic, thank you very much.”

“I—”

“Beau?” I whisper his name.

“Yes?”

“You can do it now.”

And he does. He pushes inside me until I’m curled around him on the outside and clenching around him tightly on the inside. Until I’m vibrating. He doesn’t stop. He drives me into insanity, which takes about four and a half seconds. He’s not the only one who is jazzed up. I can feel myself tensing, feel my walls clenching around him over and over. I can feel every muscle in my body tensing, getting ready to break apart around him. I’m probably a little wild, writhing and riding against him, my hips and body taking over because I feel him bottom out inside me. He’s wild, too. We’re both perfectly wild, sighing and panting and moaning together. His hands press mine into the bed above my head, and somehow, he still keeps a perfect balance on top of me.

We lose ourselves in each other. He loses himself a little harder, dragging his cock in and out of me, and now I’m even closer, even though I’ve been ridiculously close this whole time. We are perfect together, even if we are so wild that we’re putting this bed to the test.

My climax, when it comes, sparks like a gasoline fire. One single flame, and then I’m consumed. I tighten around Beau in every way, my muscles spasming, my hands clenching tight against his. He kisses me, a hot, consuming kiss, and then he’s coming too. It’s not at the same time as me, but then, maybe it is because I’m not sure I ever stopped. I’ve never had such a long climax or known anything so tender and wild and intimate. I’m still kind of coming even while he’s shaking, even when he’s coming down. I’m barely at that stage. I haven’t even reached the aftershocks yet.

But when they do come, I’m a mess.

Butterflies and full hearts don’t even begin to do it justice.

“Sam, I don’t…I don’t deserve you,” Beau whispers huskily above me. He’s kept himself upright this whole time, effortlessly supporting his own weight above me.

“Is that a sex thing to say, or is it an all-encompassing thing?”

“The latter,” he answers.

“In a good way or bad way?” I ask.

“What?”

“Never mind. Either way, you’re wrong on all counts,” I tell him before kissing him so hard, so brutally, so breathlessly. “You do deserve me, Beau.” I know I can’t take away his pain, but through the coming days, weeks, and months, I hope we can face it together. I have so many changes happening in my own life, and I know he’ll adapt with me. He’s here, I’m here, and that means everything. It means that even though I’m not sure about the how of it, I know there’s one inescapable truth.

Our bodies belong together.

Our souls belong together.

Our hearts belong together.

Speaking of hearts, I set my hand directly overtop his. Over the top and over-the-top. Yes, to both. All the yeses in the world. “Our lives are just starting to intertwine, but it’s going to be beautiful. That’s what you deserve. Do you believe me?” I say.

He kisses me until my breath turns into his breath, and he practically induces another orgasm just by kissing me. Until I’m certain that if he’s still undecided about everything working out, he’ll take my word for it. He’ll listen to me over his doubts, fears, and past hurts.

He believes me, and he believes in me believing in him.

Epilogue

Beau

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