Coming Home For Her

When I finally glance over at Beau, he’s got that sexy smirk on his face. My throat fills with emotion at seeing him in this light. I can’t even describe it. For so long I thought he wanted nothing to do with me when it was the complete opposite. So many times I’ve wished for this. When I stop and really think about everything that’s happened between us in the last few days, it feels as if it’s a dream. What has suddenly changed?

I use the napkin to my advantage. I position myself a little lower on the seat, allowing my legs to spread a little more. I place my hand on top of his and begin to guide it more up my leg. Right before he gets to my sex, I scoot the chair back, causing his hand to fall away. I stand, placing the napkin on the table.

“Bathroom,” I say. Thankfully, Logan is whispering something into Angel’s ear or she would be trying to join me. That playful look Beau had has slipped away. I give him a smirk and walk off toward the bathroom. I try to put a little extra sway in my hips, but my heel snags on a rug and I almost faceplant.

I cringe, glancing over my shoulder to see Beau. Yep, he caught that. I’m terrible at this being sexy thing. He rises to his feet and starts to head my way. I take off, slipping into the girls’ bathroom like it's base and this is tag and now he can’t get it. I was wrong.

Beau knocks loudly on the door. “Anyone in here?” I don't respond. He pushes it open and strolls in.

“I don’t like these shoes. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He grabs me by my waist, lifting me off the ground and pressing me against the door. “Do I need to carry you around?” I let out a gasp when he grinds his cock against my sex. “You’ll be taking care of this later.”

“You’re the one teasing!” This is hard. I want to be with my best friend tonight, but hell if I don’t want to see where this thing between Beau and me is going. I remind myself that we’ll have time after the wedding. “And did you forget I’m staying with Angel?”

“No.” He puts me back down on my feet. I think he’s going to let me go, but he drops to his knees reaching under my dress. He pulls my panties down my legs. I wish I had worn something a little sexier. I step out of them for him.

My whole body starts to throb when he brings them to his nose and breathes me in. He’s acting like they are the sexiest pair of panties he’s ever seen. A loud groan comes from him before he stuffs them into his pocket.

“You want me to walk around with no panties?”

“If you try and tease me again, I’ll have my bare hand on your pussy in seconds.” He cups my sex as he stands. “With how wet you are I think you’re getting off on it.” I lick my lips. I get off on most things when it comes to Beau. “Ask me and I’ll give it to you.”

“Beau.” My face heats. I want to push down into his hand, but I’m not sure that would do anything.

“Say Make me come, Beau.”

I lick my lips, wanting to say it. “Beau…”

“Yes, dream girl?” He gives me a sexy smirk.

“Please. I need you.”

He lets out a deep groan. “Fucking good enough.” His fingers slip through the lips of my sex. I’m already wet so it takes him nothing to thrust two fingers inside of me. He works them in and out as his palm presses against my clit. I grip his shoulder, needing something to hang on to. I can feel the orgasm building inside of me. I drop my head back and brace for what I know is going to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

He suddenly stops. “Want your eyes. I get to see you come.” I slowly drop my head back down to look at him. “Don’t be shy. This is the hottest shit I’ve ever done next to eating you in your bed.” I whimper. “Keep them on me. I’ll get you there.”

“Yes, get me there. Sooner rather than later,” I plead with him. His nose flares. Desire is written all over his face as his fingers pump into me faster. Suddenly he puts his other hand over my mouth.

“Those sounds are only for me,” he says at the same time he hooks his fingers inside of me, hitting the right spot. I come hard. His hand muffles the sounds while the other works out every bit of pleasure he can from my orgasm.

“You blush so damn sexy. I want to pick you up and fuck you against the door.” My fingers dig into him tighter. I’m not saying no. I’m lost in a haze of lust and need. Beau is so damn hot. One of the most eligible bachelors in our city. I wish that weren’t true, but it is. He even made the list in our local paper last year. Yet here he is looking like he’s going to pounce on me—the nerdy girl from next door who has little to no experience in this department. “Don’t look at me like that.”