Betty slowly stood up, her eyes on his jutting erection. “You are hot, Beau Simon.” She walked over to him and stood on her tiptoes, kissing her way up his chest until she claimed his mouth once more.
She kissed him slowly. Thoroughly. She kissed him until her head spun and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.
And then she pushed him backward. “On your back, big guy. Betty wants a ride.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Betty tumbled to the carpet with him, sliding up his body until her hot, wet, center met his straining shaft. With her hands on his chest, she slowly pushed herself back, arching her hips as she used her knees to anchor herself above him.
Her legs were open. She was open. And Beau’s eyes devoured her.
Betty felt powerful. Feminine. And so desirable. It was a heady combination.
“You make me crazy,” he ground out, sweat beading his forehead, his long blond hair sticking to his neck.
“Good,” she whispered.
And then she slowly sank onto him, sighing as his length and width filled her.
“Jesus, Betty.”
She smiled, moving up and down. “Jesus, has nothing to do with it, darlin’.”
Beau’s hands were now on her hips. “True. This, right here, is all us.”
He increased their rhythm and she let him. She let him take control.
“I’m not going to last long,” he muttered, eyes on her as she rose and fell against him.
“That’s fine,” she managed, leaning over and gasping as her clitoris rubbed against him. “Like you said before,” she whispered. “We’ve got all night.”
Six Weeks Later
Logan and Billie were married a few weeks later than planned, but that was okay. They had their family and friends gathered close, but more importantly, their son Abel was home and he was healthy and perfect.
The wedding had been held on a beautiful September afternoon, out at Bobbi and Shane’s place in the country. Duke’s staff had catered the affair, the live band rocked, and as evening fell, the cool air was welcome.
Trent Barker had, had a good day, though the respite worker, Joanne McBride came for him just after dinner. And Herschel had lasted until after midnight.
The entire town, it seemed, had been invited, along with a few party crashers, but that was fine. It was New Waterford after all and a party wasn’t a party, unless it was crashed.
Matt was here somewhere, loaded no doubt, but Betty was just happy that he’d come.
Betty leaned into Beau, loving the way his arms slipped around her and held her close. She was leaving on Monday for LA to begin rehearsals on Deep Blue, the movie Beau had written—the movie she’d agreed to star in—and she was scared as hell.
Already the rags were dissing her. There were headlines that said Beau Simon’s production company and the movie studio had lost their minds. That she was all wrong for the part and would fail miserably.
So, sure she was scared, but she was also excited and she had Beau. For the first time in a long time, she finally felt as if she was going to make it.
In spite of everything she’d ever done wrong, she would be alright.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” Beau murmured against her ear.
A shiver rolled over her and her stomach clenched. God, that he could do this with just a few words was insane.
“Babe, I was ready a few hours ago.”
He laughed, a low chuckle that fueled a hell of a lot more shivers. “Well, what are we waiting for? It’s time to get real specific again.”