Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

36. Bell

36

BELL

I hummed as I washed the shampoo out of my hair. It was late and we were back at Beau’s place.

All I’d wanted was to wash Chandler William Carr off me, and out of my life.

Once and for all.

He’d been taken away in an ambulance under police escort, and now, I didn’t want to think about him anymore.

I stood under the warm spray. I was alive, and I wasn’t hurt. Well, I had a few small cuts, but a smiling, female paramedic had pulled the tiny slivers of glass from my cheek and put some tape on the worst of them.

Shutting off the water, I grabbed a towel and dried off. I wrapped it around me and looked at my reflection in the foggy mirror. For a second, I imagined I saw Allie standing beside me, looking back at me, smiling.

Live, Bell. Live, love, have fun.

I blinked, and all I saw was my own reflection. I smiled.

I love you, Allie.

I went looking for Beau. The bedroom was dark, just the glimmer of the city lights coming through the windows. I saw his silhouette as he looked out the window.

He was tense and silent.

“Beau?”

He didn’t turn, but I saw him raise his arm. He was holding a glass. He sipped, and I guessed it was whiskey.

“So much could have gone wrong tonight.” His voice was low and gritty.

“But it didn’t.”

“He could have grabbed you and run before I got there. He could have stabbed you. It’s pure luck you didn’t get cut up by the window.”

I moved closer, realizing just how upset he was.

“I’m fine, Beau. We’re all okay.” I touched his back.

His big body shuddered. “Every minute of the drive to get to you, I imagined all the things that could go wrong. All the ways you could get hurt.”

I leaned into him. “I’m alive. I’m not hurt.”

There was a clunk as he set the glass down on the bedside table. He turned, his eyes on me like a laser. I felt the intensity of his gaze.

“Prove it.”

I met his gaze for a moment, then I dropped the towel.

His growl was low and deep. He lifted me off my feet, and a second later, my back hit the bed.

Then his mouth was on me. Everywhere. His beard scraped over my sensitive skin. He kissed my cheeks, my neck, my collarbones. His mouth moved lower, over my breasts and stomach and thighs.

I was a writhing mass of pleasure. “ Beau .” My voice was breathy, and I was lost in the sensations.

“My angel.” He pushed my thighs apart and slid his big palms under my ass. “I need you.” Then he lifted me to his mouth.

“Yes. God, yes .” I wrapped my thighs around his head.

The swipe of his tongue had me crying out. His slow, greedy licks had me grinding against his mouth. He ate me like a man possessed, like he’d never get enough. His lips closed over my clit, and he alternated between teasing licks and hard sucks.

Hot tension coiled inside me, then the pleasure burst.

I came hard, my vision blurring, as I cried out his name.

“Need to fuck you now.” He flipped me onto my stomach. “Need to watch you take me.”

“Always,” I panted. “I’m always ready to take you.”

He pushed me to my knees, and I turned my head to press my cheek to the sheets. I felt his fingers glide through my slick folds.

Then I felt something else. He pulled my wrists behind my back, and I felt him tie them with a silky cord.

My belly quivered.

His big body leaned over me. He’d taken his shirt off, and I felt his hot skin against my back. He nipped my ear lobe. “Like that?”

“Yes.” I nodded against the covers.

“All mine. You’re right here where I can keep you safe.”

“Beau, please—”

“Right where I can do whatever I want to you.”

He shifted behind me, and I felt his big cock notch between my legs. His palm was on my ass, his fingers kneading my buttock. His cock was hot as he slid home slowly.

I moaned, pushing back against him.

“Don’t move.”

I froze.

He sank into me all the way, as deep as he could go.

“ There . Fuck, angel. I love the way you take me.”

Then he started to thrust.

I moaned loudly and squirmed. He filled me, demanding and all-consuming. He hit every nerve ending. I felt so stretched, so taken, so claimed.

His big body covered mine, and I felt his gaze on me, unwavering.

“Angel.”

“Beau.”

As his thrusts got harder, and more possessive, all I could do was hold on and whimper. I clasped my fingers together. Then I felt his hand slide under my belly. His thumb found my clit.

I cried out. His other hand dug into my hip.

“You love when I take you hard,” he growled.

“Yes. I love it.” I love you . “More. I can’t get enough.”

He growled, then pulled out. I made a sound of complaint.

Then my hands were free, and I was on my back. His powerful body settled on mine and then he was back inside me.

His thrusts picked up speed.

“Need to see your face. Need to watch when you come.” He groaned. “I can feel you tightening on my cock. Bell, nothing feels as good as you.”

“Beau, nothing has ever felt this good,” I gasped.

On his next hard thrust, I came. I scratched, I screamed, I shuddered. I felt his cock swell, then he made a low, sexy sound and came. I held on as his big body shook.

Both of us were wrecked. He rolled to the side, pulling me close. Our skin was slick with perspiration, our chests rising and falling fast.

“My angel.”

I snuggled into his strength. I’d come hard, twice. I was being held by Beau. Carr was gone.

I smiled. I was free.

Tingles of excitement filled me. I was free to do whatever I wanted. To see my mom, finish college, whatever felt right.

And Beau. I knew I wanted him. I knew that we could make something special together.

“Sleep now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

My eyelids fluttered, exhaustion dragging me under. Yes, tomorrow, we’d talk and plan the future.