Beau turns my head to meet his gaze. “I’ll give you whatever you want. You know that, right?”
My face heats. “Yes.” I press a kiss over his heart. “I like the way we are, the way we will be.”
“Good,” Beau says firmly.
As darkness descends on the day, we quietly eat together, no need for talking. Our thighs and sides press tight together, like maybe if we try, we can become one person. Wouldn’t be such a bad thing really. To be tied to Beau forever. The birds quiet as the forest darkens, so the sound of the river overtakes all the other sounds around us. Calm ebbs and flows over us, as if the forest and river extends their calm to us.
Silence with Beau is always comfortable. Never before have I felt no need to fill silence. Something about him just settles me, settles my sometimes too-fragile heart. Maybe that’s the beauty of Beau. His presence calms all those terrible urges inside me so that I can just be myself, just be Trevor. I never thought it was possible to find someone that felt like a warm blanket out of the dryer, or the end of a summer day at the beach. But that’s how Beau feels to me. His love is easy and warm.
“Thinkin’ pretty loudly, sweetheart,” Beau points out as we snuggle back down into the comforter.
“Thinking about you.”
Beau hums thoughtfully, fingers idly playing with my hair. “Yeah?”
I tip my head to gaze softly up at him, letting every emotion coursing through me reflect on my face. His eyes sparkle even in the dying light of day. Just for me. Only ever for me. Leaning up, I sweetly glide my lips over his, just a soft press of my mouth to Beau’s. Kissing Beau will never get old. The soft kisses, hungry kisses, thegive me morekisses, all of them tilt my world on its axis.
Once the sun is long gone, and darkness surrounds us, Beau pulls out his phone to play soft country love songs. With a flush up my neck, I let him pull me out of the truck bed, to slow dance in the clay dirt. His hand finds a home at the small of my back, proprietary, claiming, tugging me as close to him as our bodies will allow.
“Dance with me,” Beau demands, voice firm and low.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I tangle my fingers together at the nape of his neck. An emotion I haven’t felt in a long-time bubbles up inside me. Joy. Hard to explain, but being so in love, being so cared for, makes me feel so full of joy, full of stark relief. Like maybe it was worth me living just to have this moment with Beau.
A hiccuped sob almost escapes me but I roughly swallow it down. As usual, ever-observant Beau notices the fleeting emotion.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just be with me.”
Beau twirls us slowly under the stars, cheek tenderly pressed against mine. Life is so much more worth living when I accept the love around me.
Beau takes my face in the palms of his strong hands and kisses my mouth like he’s starving for me. Melting against him, he holds me up, like always. He pulls away from my mouth to trail searing kisses down my neck, biting at my exposed skin with sharp teeth. Shivers roll through me from the heat of his touch. Fingers bite into the small of my back, pulling me closer against him until I feel the hot press of his clothed cock against mine. A hiss seeps out of me at just the thought of his cock, hard and waiting for me.
“Lie back,” Beau orders, but his voice is tender, not demanding.
The back of my knees hits the bed of the truck. Letting myself fall back gently, Beau follows me down, so he obscures my vision of the inky night sky. Stars twinkle around him, but all I see is Beau Callahan. All the power of a thousand suns burning out millions of years ago can’t even begin to match the force this man has over me. He was made for me.
I tug him down to me to kiss him, because I can’t last one more moment without him. Beau shushes me through kisses,startling me into realizing pained whimpers were slipping out of my mouth. Warm hands slip under my shirt, sliding it up until we are forced to break away so Beau can pull the offending garment over my head. I blink in a daze up at Beau, head buzzing just at the nearness of him.
“Absolutely perfect,” Beau murmurs as he reverently runs his hands along my ribs. “You were made for me. Weren’t you?”
My lips tremble at his words. “I think so, yeah.”
Beau’s answering smile is earth-shattering. The force of his love makes me dizzy, all the blood rushing to my head like I’ve just awoken from a years-long sleep. Beau’s love wakes me up. His love is healing.
My breath picks up when Beau’s fingers undo the button of my jeans, pulling them slowly down my legs, until I’m left in just my boxer briefs. Kissing down my chest, my fingers clench in the blankets to stop from grabbing on to Beau. He slots himself between my thighs and rubs his beard against the tender skin of my thigh. The prickle of his beard is sharp, but perfect, giving me the edge of pain that I sometimes crave.
Beau buries his face against me, mouthing at my cock until my underwear is damp with his spit. Sparks of pleasure zip down my spine, until my toes curl against the bed of the truck where the blanket doesn’t reach. The cold metal of the truck roots me to the moment so I don’t float away.
“Fuck,” I swear loudly as Beau finally tugs my underwear away. My cock slaps my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin. Beau bites his lip, eyes blown with desire, and licks my stomach with a barely restrained moan.
Survival from the onslaught of pleasure he’s going to give me is probably optional.
Just when I’m wrapping my head around everything, Beau grips my cock at the base, sucking the head into his warm, perfect mouth.
“Beau!” I shout as my thighs tremble around his head. Oh, fuck. I am definitely not going to survive tonight. Just the feel of his mouth around my cock, the sight of his head dipped down to take me into his mouth, sends me hurtling towards an unfairly close orgasm.
Beau ignores me, sucking me down like he needs me to come down his throat just to stay alive. Maybe he does. The stars blink above me, bright against the inky-black sky. Everything feels so big, so real, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so alive in my life.
A moan escapes me when Beau sucks me down all the way to the back of his throat, only to swallow around me. My hands fly from the blankets to grip at his short hair, finding any purchase I can. Beau only sucks me down harder, like my reaction spurs him on.
