Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 170878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I’d been tested after I broke up with Waylon and had been horrified to find out I had chlamydia. Waylon had been my first and only.
Which meant he’d not only been abusing me but cheating on me too. After I was treated, I never slept with a man again. I felt desire, I wanted to date, wanted to be able to engage in a pleasurable act. But I’d been too afraid of men, terrified I’d pick someone like Waylon. Or worse. I’d picked abstinence instead.
Not things I deigned to tell Beau at that moment in time.
That would well and truly kill the mood.
“I didn’t think you did.” Beau traced my collarbone with his finger. “And I don’t either.” He chuckled dryly. “You have to have sex to get those, and I haven’t had sex in a long time. And the last time I did, I used protection.” He cupped my cheek. “Taking you raw was not something I did lightly. And I’m sorry for not asking for your permission.”
“You had my permission,” I quickly told him, shocked at how easily the apology came to him. How genuine it was. “I’m a grown woman. I feel safe with you. If I wanted you to use protection, I would’ve asked for it.”
I was telling the truth. Even though I’d been somewhat of a mess by the time we were naked and about to have sex, I had thought about a condom for a split second. I’d known for sure that if I’d asked, Beau wouldn’t balk. He wouldn’t have made me feel guilty either.
I also knew Beau was noble. Sensible. So if he had any chance of giving me anything, he wouldn’t dream of having unprotected sex.
That might’ve been naïve given my past, to trust another man. But I didn’t care. I trusted Beau.
“I know,” Beau murmured.
“But you didn’t know I was on birth control,” I countered, my mind clearing.
Beau leaned in to inhale my neck. Tingles scattered over my skin from his beard rubbing against me. It was not an unpleasant sensation in the slightest.
“No, I didn’t.”
I stilled underneath him, grasping on to his chin to tilt upward to me so I could see his face. So I could show him the shock and horror painted on my own.
“You didn’t know I was on birth control, and we had unprotected sex anyway?” I hissed.
Beau didn’t look horrified or shocked. His features were soft as his eyes danced across my face. “I didn’t come inside you, if you recall,” he said playfully.
While this side of Beau was unexpected and would be delightful at any other point in time, I was slightly horrified.
“If you recall, there is a whole MTV series about teenagers who got pregnant using the pullout method for contraception,” I snapped at him.
Beau did not find my ire upsetting. In fact, by the upward turn of his lips, he found it amusing.
“You find the idea of an accidental pregnancy entertaining?” I asked him sharply.
Beau’s eyes continued to sparkle, but his smile flattened.
“I don’t find teen pregnancy entertaining,” he rumbled. “But the idea of you getting accidentally pregnant…” He shrugged.
The man shrugged.
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline.
My muscles tensed at the reality of what he was saying. I felt terrified. Elated. I couldn’t feel my fingertips. “Beau,” I whispered. “That is … crazy.”
“I mean, I’m not planning to get you pregnant in the near future, Hannah,” he replied evenly, threading his hands through my hair. “I’m just saying it’s not something I fear.”
Not planning to get me pregnant. In the near future. As if we had some kind of distant future.
“You’re too fucking young,” he added. “And you’ve got school to finish.”
I felt it then. The chill in his tone. Reality creeping in, snatching away the warmth and mystique of this moment.
I wasn’t ready for that.
So I climbed on top of Beau, fastening my lips to his. He didn’t stall to return the kiss, his hands going to my bare ass.
“If I’m so young, think you can keep up with me, old man?” My teeth snagged his ear before I began to trail kisses down his throat, chest.
Beau took hold of me, stopping my descent.
“What, you get to make me come with your mouth, but I can’t return the favor?” I asked him.
Beau let out a low growl and let me go.
I continued downward, my lips ghosting over his impossibly robust six-pack. Beau’s hands threaded into my hair as I grasped the base of his already hard cock.
My tongue lapped up the pre-cum already glistening from its head.
Beau pulled at my hair, causing pain to explode across my scalp. I reveled in it. In the power I was holding in my hands.
Without pausing, I took him into my mouth. As much as was possible, at least. Beau grunted in pleasure as he bucked up, filling me deeper.