Page 72 of Eight Seconds to Fly

“We both aren’t going to fit in there.”

Beau just laughed, kissing my collarbone. “Ye of little faith. In you go.”

I climbed beneath the hot water and let it wash over me. It felt divine but I was still on edge. Beau stripped off and climbed in after me. We were wedged in there, barely fitting, but that meant I felt his hard body all along mine. He reached up and ran his thumbs down my neck, pressing firmly into the muscles. My knees went weak.

“You are so freaking tense I could play Deliverance on your tendons right here.” He worked out the kinks, moving lower and lower over my shoulders and down my back.

He knew what the hell he was doing. My neck didn’t feel like it could support itself, it was so relaxed. My shoulders felt more free than they had in a year. I moaned softly as he got a particularly hard knot out just below my shoulder blade.

This close in the shower, there was no avoiding the feel of his hard cock pressed against my ass though, and it was making other parts of my body feel tense. “Beau…” I whispered, all but begging. His hands slipped over my shoulders and wrapped around my front, traveling down over my breasts. They stopped long enough to tweak my nipples and I let my head flop forward as my thighs got slick.

One of his hands continued its journey downwards, until a firm finger was massaging my clit. Yes!

“I need to be inside you, Beautiful,” Beau whispered in my ear, and goosebumps broke across my skin.

“Please, Beau.”

He groaned and slid one hand down further, grabbing my thigh and hiking it up a little higher, the other hand guiding his cock where we both desperately wanted it to be. He slammed into me in one long stroke, and I gasped at the sudden fullness. Yes. This was what I wanted. Hard. Fast. Distracting.

Like he could read my thoughts, he planted one hand on the wall by my face, and used the other to hike my thigh up higher. “Hang on baby,” he purred and then he fucked me. There was no nicer word for it, the sound of our slapping bodies was overshadowed only by the sound of my screams and I fucking loved it.

Every single second.

I channelled all my worries, all my fears into squeezing pleasure from us both until there was nothing left in this world except me and Beau and this fucking amazing shower. I gripped the wall as my knees went weak, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, even as Beau continued to pound into me with absolute abandon, going deep and grinding hard. He hiked my leg even higher, until my free leg was on my tippie-toes and he was basically holding all my weight and hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh Beau,” I screamed as he pounded another orgasm from me, this time letting out a ragged groan of his own as his release filled me. He dropped my thigh, which was wobbly as hell, and pushed us both into the shower wall for support.

“That was…”

He grunted his agreement as he heaved in oxygen.

His arms shook as he reached over and turned off the taps, stepping out and grabbing me a towel even as he stood there dripping naked, his semi hard cock still saluting the sun. I stepped into his arms and he wrapped the towel around me like I was the most precious thing in the world. When I was warm again, he grabbed the second towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Then he gave me that devilish grin that threatened to steal any strength left in my knees. “Feel better?”

I could only laugh. Yeah, I felt better. I felt like the most worshipped woman on the planet.

I chasedthe high of my moment with Beau right up until the time that I was standing outside a rental office in uptown Fresno, Frankie at my back. They had all wanted to come, but I'd put my foot down. Frankie had the least to lose. He didn’t give a fuck about being a bull fighter, it was just incidental to being with me. At least that was what he told me when he refused to stay behind.

I looked down at my feet, trying my hardest not to let the doubt in. “Raise your chin,Gatinha.You are worth a thousand of these men. You belong here. You belong somewhere greater than here. You belong at the top. Do not let them steal that dream from you.”

That was the other reason I’d relented about Frankie coming. He could hype me up like no one else. And they weren’t just words either. Frankie literally believed I could conquer the world. With him at my side, maybe I could.

I pushed through the door and the same secretary from last time was there. She gave me a small frown, not of disapproval, but rather that she was surprised that I was back here again. Yeah, me too lady, me too.

“Take a seat,” she said in a voice that seemed too soft for her position. “I’ll tell them you are here.” She disappeared out of the room, no fancy intercom unit in this little rent-a-space. I must have made them desperate. The secretary reemerged and smiled pleasantly. ‘“Please, go ahead.”

My heart was thundering and I was worried it was going to beat right out of my chest. Frankie opened the heavy glass doors for me, and I steeled my spine as I stepped into the room. Resting bitch mask in place, I smiled tightly at the men around the large conference table.

Burt looked stressed. He had dark circles under his eyes and he’d opened the top button of his shirt. “Miss Moore. Thank you for coming. Please grab a seat.”

I sat in the seat opposite him, feeling Senior's eyes burn into the side of my skull from the end of the table. Frankie stood at my back, declining a chair.

“Tessa May, we have a problem,” Burt said with a sigh.

Someone scoffed down the table. “Damn straight we have a problem. This young lady, and I used that term very loosely, is bringing God’s greatest sport into disrepute.”

My eyes flew to a man whose name I didn’t know but whose expression was all too familiar. Pompous old ass. “How exactly did I do that? Please, lay it out for me right now.” I shot back.

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