Once her body relaxes, and Beau comes up for air, I switch spots with him, letting her kiss him. Listening as she tastes her release on his lips. “See how good you taste, Abigail? How fucking perfect?” Beau groans against her mouth.
Wanting to taste her for myself, I bend over and run the flat of my tongue through her folds. “So fucking perfect,” I say, confirming Beau’s sentiment.
I flick the tip of my tongue against her sensitive clit, and her hands thread through my hair, trying to pull me away. “Shit. Oh-ohmygod. Lawson,”she whines, and a second later she’s coming again all over my face.
But I want more. And this time, I’m not going to give her a chance to come down.
Sitting up straight between her legs, I fist my cock and notch it at her entrance before wrapping both palms around her thighs. “You’re gonna come again for me, Honey. Okay?”
I can’t quite understand what she says, but I see the nod of her head, and that’s enough for me. My hips slam forward, and her eyes snap closed as she fists the sheets beneath her. “Nuh uh. Eyes on me. Let me see those pretty eyes when I’m fucking you.”
She does as I ask, and for a second, I get lost in them. Lost in those hazel eyes, glistening as they look up at me. Then, out of my periphery, I notice Beau removing the rest of his clothes before he crawls back onto the bed. I slow my thrusts, giving her time to decide what she wants to do. It only takes her a split second to decide she wants more.
Wrapping her hand around Beau’s cock she urges him forward before her lips part open on a whimper. I watch with rapt attention as she licks her pretty pink lips. The instant the head of Beau’s cock slips past her lips, and a groan of pleasure rumbles from his chest, her pussy tightens around me.
“That’s it, Honey,” I praise as my thrusts pick up speed again. “I knew you could do it. I knew you could take us both.”
She lets out a half-whimper, half-moan before Beau practically snarls, “Ohfuck, Abbie.”
I know I’m not going to last much longer; all my senses are on overload. It’s too much in the best way possible. So, letting goof one of her thighs, I rub the pad of my thumb along her clit in hard and fast circles.
She responds so beautifully. Her entire body tightening beneath me. “Come for me, Abigail. Make a mess of my cock.”
And she does. Her mouth pops off of Beau as she comes loud and long for me, and a second later, I follow. I come harder than I think I ever have in my life, and I know the scary part is that this is just the start.
Slowly, I pull from her pussy and watch as some of my cum leaks from her entrance. Not wanting to waste a drop, I run my finger over the bead of cum, and a sense of satisfaction washes over me as her cunt tightens around the digit, trying to hold me in.
I crawl up the bed and lie down along the other side of her as Beau takes his place between her legs again. A small tear rolls down her cheek, and I kiss it away before it has the chance to reach the sheets. “You okay?” I ask softly.
“I’m okay,” she says, then looks up at Beau. “I’m so much better than okay.”
Beau swallows harshly. “Darlin’…”
He doesn’t say anything else. Like he’s too enraptured with the idea of having her, he can’t get himself to form words. Abbie must realize the same because she reaches between her legs, wraps her hand around him, and guides him inside of her. I let the two of them get lost in one another while I get lost in her. And when she comes once more, I can’t get myself to look away. Not until Beau crashes to the mattress on the other side of her and presses a soft kiss to her mouth. It’s unhurried and tender and everything that is Beau.
And even as Beau and I take our time cleaning her, careful and gentle, and tucking her in, I can’t stop looking at her.
I stare at her as I watch the rise and fall of her chest, as her breathing evens out. The way her lashes rest against her palecheeks. I watch the faint flush disappear beneath her freckles, followed by the pink on her chest, like her body’s finally realizing how spent it is.
I stay awake staring at her long after I should’ve closed my eyes.
I stare as the first soft sound escapes her—a barely there, quiet snore that curls something warm and helpless through me. I watch Beau, too. I watch the way his arm settles around her like it’s always belonged there. I watch as his breathing eventually deepens and he drifts off to sleep. It’s quick and peaceful. So unlike the nights he spends staring into the fire in the living room. He thinks I don’t know about that, but I do.
I stare at her until a feeling settles deep inside my chest. It’s one I don’t recognize at first. It’s heavy. Vast. All-consuming. It presses inward instead of outward, like it’s trying to carve out a permanent place inside of me. Ready to stay there forever.
It’s terrifying in its depth.
I lie next to her, staring, heart racing in the dark, my mind scrambling for a name for it—something manageable, something that doesn’t threaten to consume me whole.
But when the word finally forms, quiet and inevitable, it steals the breath from my lungs.
And I know, with a certainty that leaves no room for even a shred of denial, that I will never be able to look away from her again.
Chapter forty-four
Abigail
There’swarmtheverywhere.Thekind that makes me want to burrow deeper into this mattress and never move. Then there’s weight. It’s solid and comforting at my back, an arm draped over my waist holding me tight. My cheek is pressed against something warm and firm, rising and falling steadily beneath me.
