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I shake from the eruption, my body feeling like it’s physically breaking apart from whatever just happened between us.
“Belle,” Beau whispers as he holds me through the after effects of the orgasm. “Shh…I’ve got you.”
And I hate that he does.
CHAPTER 18
BEAU
Imight be in the minority by saying this, but I love a hotel bed. Maybe it’s because during the season I sleep on these more than I do my own, but somehow I always get more rest on the road than I do at home.
Except last night. And the night before. Both have to do with Shelby. Only this time, she’s tangled in me, gloriously naked, and adorably snoring.
But I’m not complaining. Not one damn bit.
I close my eyes again. Not to try and find a few more minutes of sleep, but to try and piece together how we went from screaming at each other one second to me pressing her against a wall the next. It’s like a fuse finally snapped inside me when it came to her, and years of frustration, anger, and attraction came pouring out of me.
Twice.
It was a night I never dreamed would happen. A night I imagined was too ridiculous to even think about given our history. In fact, I believe I owe the members of the Poker Club a substantial amount of money. If they ever find out about this, that is.
And the crazy thing is, not once did I think about Shelby asthe girl I’ve known since she was six. My sister’s best friend. I didn’t think for one second that she was the girl I once had to give a piggyback ride on the course because she twisted her ankle in a bunker.
No, last night she was just Shelby. The gorgeous, infuriating, addicting, maddening woman who’s been keeping me up at night for longer than I’d care to admit. Which leads me to a whole new problem:
I’ve had a taste. And I don’t think I want to stop.
“Why are you still here?”
I laugh as Shelby quickly rolls off me, purposefully turning her back to me. It’s like if she moves away, we can pretend she hasn’t been laying on top of me for the past hour.
“I don’t know? Why did you crawl on my dick at four a.m.?”
She snaps her head toward me, and her eyes might be tired, but there’s the fire I’ve come to crave. “I did no such thing.”
“Oh but you did, Belle.” I quickly roll on top of her, taking each of her wrists in my hands so she can’t hit me, which is always a risk when it comes to her. “I didn’t say I was mad about it. I’m just saying we can both have questions this morning.”
She doesn’t have a comeback—she’s vividly remembering waking me up with her mouth wrapped around my dick, which led to a sleepy, yet hot, fuck session. Instead, she just stares at me like she’s trying to plot her next move. I see the war raging in her deep blues. Part of her wants to go back to her default setting: angry Shelby who hates Beau and will go out of her way to make sure she’s opposing me. But now there’s another part of Shelby, the one who knows I can make her body shake in point two seconds with multiple parts of my body, and sometimes two at once.
The question now is, which one is going to win out?
“I’m serious, Beau. You need to go.”
“Not yet,” I say, pressing my luck as I lean down and kiss at her neck. Of all the parts I would assume I’d become quickly obsessed with when it comes to Shelby, her neck isn’t one I hadon my bingo card. But there’s just something about the perfect crook in it, how her floral scent somehow lingers there, that makes me want to set up residence and never leave. It also helps that I feel her gorgeous tits pressed against me as I let my weight rest on her.
“I have to golf,” she says, starting to squirm a bit, but not in a way that makes me believe she wants me to let go. No, this squirm is because she’s getting wet again, and she hates that she is.
“Your tee time isn’t until this afternoon,” I remind her, letting my lips trail down across the top of her chest. “You’re going to tell me you don’t want one more?”
“I…” The one word is raspy, and if it wasn’t for her hips pressing up into me, I’d have no idea which way she was going to go. “I do…”
“Thatta girl.” I press a kiss just below her ear, ready to make my journey down her body. “One more isn’t going to hurt anything. In fact, I think it’s going to help.”
Shelby’s chest rises and falls with every nip and peck I give her. I feel her quiver under the touch of my fingers, my lips kissing their way down her chest as I make my way down to her waiting pussy.
Her legs spread without me asking, and I want to praise her for being a good girl. Instead, I show her how much I appreciate the action, licking all the way up her seam as I anchor my arms under her legs, opening her up for me in the most perfect way possible.
“Yes.” Her moan is breathy, her hands finding the top of my hair and gripping tight as I start licking and sucking, my tongue having already memorized what she likes and doesn’t. She might not affirm it verbally—the only things she screamed last night were swear words and that she hated me—but she validates my every move with her actions. I don’t even know if she knows she’s doing it. But how she pulls my hair? How her hands claw into my skin? How her body moves when I’vefound a pleasure point for her? It tells me everything I need to know.
