Page 123 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
Asshole.
I wasn’t the only one who thought that was a rude question. Beau did his jungle growl and turned to loom over my young, arrogant neighbor. SOB’s face paled when he realized he’d gone too far.
With clenched fists, Beau ordered, “Go.”
SOB scurried to his door down one from mine, fumbling with the keys as he cowered away from Beau.
The second his door clicked shut, I started giggling. SOB had completely ruined our moment but I did love how Beau was first and foremost my protector. “Come inside.” I reached out to tug Beau’s hand.
He grabbed his bag, then walked past me and down the hall. I dragged in a huge whiff of his amazing pine smell as I closed the door and followed him inside. When I got to the living room, he was staring at the boxes stacked on my couch with his hands planted on his hips. “What’s all this?”
“I’m moving. Those are the boxes going to charity along with my furniture.”
“You’re moving?”
“Yep. The movers should be here soon.”
He ran a hand over his beard as he walked to the windows on the far side of my apartment. “Where are you going?” he asked the glass.
The smile I’d been fighting let loose. “Montana.”
Beau spun around, his eyes wide.
“You kind of stole my sunshine here, Goliath. I was going to show up at your house tonight and ask if you felt like having some company.”
A sexy grin replaced the shock on his face. “Does that mean you’re smitten with me, Shortcake?”
I shrugged. “You’re just okay.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re just okay too.”
I smiled. “You need to come over here.”
“You come here.”
“Meet in the middle?”
He nodded and I took a running leap as he bolted across the room to catch me. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms banded around his neck as our lips crashed together.
Our mouths and tongues moved frantically but neither of us could get enough. We were desperate to get as close as possible and erase the distance of this past month.
I squeezed my thighs, pulling my center closer to Beau’s waist, hoping for some friction to dull the throbbing ache under my jeans. He groaned as his big hands jerked my hips even closer, positioning me lower so his erection was pressed right against my core.
I tore my mouth away from his lips and trailed them up his jaw. “Bedroom,” I panted against his ear before running my tongue along his earlobe and then down the muscled cords of his neck.
Beau didn’t waste any time hauling me to the bedroom. All of my bedding had been folded up in the corner and the mattress was bare, but thankfully, the bed itself was still intact.
He planted a knee on the edge of the bed and threw me down in the middle of the mattress. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt while I started stripping. My clothes, bra and panties came off with reckless speed and were scattered across the floor by the time Beau managed to shed his shirt.
I sat up and reached for the button on his jeans while he tugged off the T-shirt he’d been wearing under his button-down. My hand dove inside his boxers and wrapped around his thick cock, my thumb circling the tip to spread the drop at its end around the head. I ached to have him inside.
Beau stopped undressing for a moment to suck in a sharp breath and mutter, “Fuck.” I only stroked him twice before he pulled my hand away. “I’m going to have trouble making this last as it is, angel. If you keep drooling over my cock while you’re sitting there naked, this will be over before it starts.”
I smiled. “We don’t have much time anyway. The movers are coming.”
“They can wait outside.” He stepped out of his jeans and laid them carefully beside me on the bed before kicking off his boxers. His long fingers trailed up the inside of my thighs as he came down on top of me, his light touch leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin.
My hips bucked and I gasped when his thumb strummed my clit twice. When two of his fingers slid inside my wetness, I closed my eyes as he rocked them in and out. It was amazing but it wasn’t enough. “I need you inside.”
