Grump’s City Girl (Boots and Heels #2)

23. Beau

Chapter 23

Beau

“ C all your old man,” I told Cassie as we flew down the highway. “We can’t wait.”

Without a word, she swiped the cell open and pressed a number, speed-dialing her father, then dropped it on her palm and pressed speaker.

“Cassie?” The man’s voice was rough; she had woken him, I bet. “I thought you didn’t have your phone.”

“This time, it’s different,” she said gravely. “Dad, Vigo called Beau and threatened him and his family. I need you to get any contact you have in Georgia?—”

“Tucker,” Beau said gruffly.

“And protect them. The name is Lowell, Weston Lowell, and his son Luke. I don’t know if there is a woman involved, maybe a wife, but the police will find out. Please, Dad, Vigo was… he sounded spiteful and hateful on the phone. We know he has the power to do whatever he wants and can get away with it.”

“Vigo,” the man scoffed, and I heard sheets rustling. “That pissant . A goddamn thorn in my fucking side.”

I bit back a laugh. Her dad sounded like a man I would get along with. Maybe I’d crack open a beer with him when this was done.

“Are you sure?” The man grunted. “Why would he risk his reputation and his life on all this? Is he a stupid bastard? Trying to sell that damn tape, and now this? What is his aim here?”

“He knows he can’t be tried on US soil,” Cassie said tonelessly. “And he is broke. He’s cocky and stuck in desperation. After he gets some seed money, he’ll be bribing one of his friends to set him up in Russia or somewhere we can’t reach him.”

“When I get my hands on that fool, he’ll regret even thinking he can cross us,” her father said. “I will find him.”

“Me first,” I grunted. “I got dibs.”

“Remind me of that name again,” Cassie’s father asked, and when she told him, the scratch of a pen on paper was faint. “I’ll tell you when the police have anything.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Cassie sounded defeated. “I know it’s a lot, but… thanks.”

When she hung up, she dropped the cell to her lap and then lowered her head back to the headrest. “This is such a clusterfuck,” she breathed. “But Dad is right. Why would Vigo be doing this? I know he is a proud bastard, and not being able to afford his lifestyle is a hard pill to swallow, but… all this? What sense does it make?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “Maybe he got butt hurt about you being with me, the kind of man he thinks is under his feet. Even if it was a farce.”

“No,” she sighed. “It has to be something else. Vigo is an ass, yes, but to go to these lengths, there must be something else. Why try to shame me? Why try to hurt your family? I have seen a Russian congressman call him a shit-stain to his face, and he smiled and walked it off. Why this?”

I laughed. “Baby, you don’t know men for shit. We can take insults from other men, but when women leave us, it’s a cut to the gut.”

She laughed. “You give us too much power.”

“Me?” I snorted. “Nah, Cassie, men have been fooling themselves from day one, thinking we had it all. Believe it or not, women are the silent power behind any great man. It’s why we get butt hurt when you leave us.”

Rubbing her eyes, Cassie said, “I need a bed—” She looked at me. “—and you in it.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I popped the inner handle.

Room number sixteen at the inn was musty but clean.

I flicked on the overhead light, grimaced at the yellow light, and closed the brown curtains. The room was mostly beige, with orange and yellow here and there. The wooden dresser opposite the bed was worn but well-shined, and a TV sat on top of it. Beside the dresser was another smaller one, and above it was a huge mirror.

Cassie slumped onto the couch, kicked off her shoes, and curled into a ball. After removing my boots, I joined her. I reached for her and pulled her to my side, and she came willingly. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“This is the first time in my life I have been able to literally lean on someone during a very rough time,” she murmured.

“You should go to bed,” I said. “You must be exhausted.”

“I’m not that tired,” she tried to bluff.

“Liar,” I said.

She pressed her face into my shoulder and went quiet, and I let it be as if she needed some time to herself, but then I felt wetness on my skin and looked as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“I am so sorry…” I got up and pulled her onto my lap, holding her tight. “I am so worried about your family; you didn’t deserve this.”

“Come on, everything’s going to be okay,” I tried to comfort her. “It’s going to be okay; we’ll fix it.” I held her until she started to calm down, the motion of my hands gentle over her back.

“You can’t promise that,” she murmured.

My eyes found hers intently, but I didn’t speak at first. Instead, I needed her to see the truth in my gaze.

Wiping her cheek, I replied, “I know damn well that I’ll do everything to stop him. And my family will be fine. My brother might not be a fighter by nature, but he damn well knows how to protect what is his. It’s how we’re made, Cassie.”

She smiled softly. “Is that your way of telling me that I am yours too?”

“For as long as I can have you, yeah,” I replied. “I didn’t think it would get this far the moment I saw you in the lobby, but now that I do, I don’t want to see anything else.”

Cassie rested her head on my shoulder. “Beau, please tell me you’ve got a condom on you.”

My head jerked back. “I do, but… I didn’t think you’d want that tonight or at all.”

“Why not?” She said, sitting up and, before I knew it, swinging her leg over mine and straddling me. “You know how they say Nero played the fiddle while Rome burned?”

I cupped her butt. “Make the best of a bad situation?”

She kissed me. I was not entirely sure this was rational or dared to judge where her head was, but I had to trust her to know her mind. Heck, maybe she was running on emotion instead of logic, and that was fine with me, too.

My hand skimmed up her arm, twining around her back while her hands slid up my arms, and she leaned in. Cassie was running white hot, burning like a brand, and her eyelids fluttered half-closed when I inhaled. All I smelled was her clean water, lily shampoo, and subtle perfume.

I pressed my face into her neck and breathed her in; her scent had suffused my whole body. “How do you want me, sweetheart?”

She sucked in a breath but didn’t say anything.

“Say it.” My voice was still low, deep, soft. But a command entered it now.

“Fuck me first, make love to me after,” Cassie whispered, and she barely finished saying the words when my lips crashed into hers.

I’d thought that a few of our previous kisses were hot, but this one was searing, scorching, and mind-numbing. Neither of us held back now, and as I went for her blouse, she grabbed my shirt.

I got there first and ripped it over her head, but she shoved me back against the couch, and my spine jolted, crashing into the hard arm as her lips devoured mine, her tongue sliding through my lips.

She tossed her hair to the side and gave me a hot, open-mouthed kiss that hardened my cock until I thought it would explode.

Grabbing her head, I stabbed my tongue into her mouth the way I wanted to do to her pussy, and she squirmed under my blistering kiss. “I want you so fucking much. You really need to get on my dick right now.”

I snapped her bra open. She was so fucking perfect. I cupped her creamy round breasts, thumbing her raspberry-pink nipples into bullets. With a grunt, I latched onto a nipple with my mouth and tugged.

“Yes.” One of her hands braced on the side of the couch, the other in my hair, her head thrown back, pushing her breast against my mouth.

Her sweet moans filled the room before I pulled off, and we kissed. She scooted backward, her hand pressing into the ridge of my throbbing cock. Rubbing me, teasing and taunting me to the point I was ready to break apart.

“Stop,” I grabbed her hand. “Stop before I embarrass myself.”

Leaning back, she braced herself and lifted her hips high, urging me to strip her bottoms off, and I took them and her underwear with them. Naked, she tugged my jeans away, and my cock slapped my belly.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” she begged under hooded lids, her fiery eyes loaded with lust. “Fuck me.”

“Back pocket,” I gripped her hips. “Wallet. Get the condom out. You’re going to ride me. And you’re going to ride me so fucking hard… I want you to see stars, baby. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that sweet, tight pussy of yours riding my cock for days.”

Her skin flushed red, and her bottom lip was trapped in her teeth as she fished through my pants for the wallet, plucked the dual foil packet out, and ripped one off. With quick work, she got it on me, grabbing her hips, lifting herself up and down on me, making sure to take it tortuously slow.

“Feel every inch of me,” I said until her thighs met my groin.

I watched, transfixed by the sight of her pussy expanding around my thick, girthy rod, taking every fucking inch, tight as a vice. “Fuck,” I growled as her walls clamped around me.

Her whole body trembled, and then her breath punched out. “Beau. Jesus.” She moaned as she started to move, “…you feel incredible.”

“Back at you, sweetheart.”

I was so deep inside her, and I could feel her body already starting to respond to my touch. My hands ran up and down her back and to her ass, giving it a good squeeze.

Clasping her hips, I held her as she took a tentative rock, gently lifting up and rocking, rolling her hips, lips falling open, breath popping out. I helped her find the rhythm she wanted, the pleasure she needed from me.

“Use me,” I told her, feeling the hot spike of pleasure and lust ram itself up my spine. “I want you to feel good.”

A throbbing heat radiated against the sides of her tightening walls, muscles clenched. She held me tight, pulling me deeper inside her than we had ever gone before. She rode me like a woman who knew her mind, who knew her body. She was shameless and bold, owning her pleasure.

The feel of her smooth thighs meeting my hairy ones was sublime, the slickness of her skin under my palms sultry and seductive, but her body around me—fucking heaven.

“I am…” she gasped out, rising and sinking. She leaned her head back, her hair spilling past her shoulders, her tits bouncing, and holy fuck, I was in dirty heaven with this girl. She was smart, gorgeous, down to earth, and fucking loved sex. She was made for me. My hands slunk around, and I swatted a cheek.

“Oh god, yes!” she said.

That was a clear order if I’ve ever heard one, and I know how to damn well how to follow directions. I squeezed again, gripping the soft flesh, kneading her ass as she rode me. I lifted a hand and swatted her other cheek.

“Yessssss…” I smacked the other one. “Ohhhh God.”

“Come on my cock, Cassie. I want it… I want you so badly.” My words seemed to unravel her because in seconds, she was riding me harder, grinding and fucking and chasing her high, and it was the most alluring sight I’d ever seen in my life.

She gasped and cried out my name as her body began to climax, violently shuddering with waves of intense pleasure. I could feel her thighs tensing up around my head and then releasing with an extreme wave of pleasure. “Beau!”

When she slumped into me, I held onto my orgasm with a fraying threat, a prayer, and probably a promise to go to church more often… or drink less beer—I couldn’t remember which. When I finally got a hold of myself, I lifted us from the couch and crossed the room to the bed, gently laying us on the covers while still joined.

I held her close, staring into the oceans of her eyes. She looked dizzy and drunk with ecstasy but not completely satisfied. She reached down to pull me up to her face and kissed my lips, tasting herself on my lips and beard.

“Cassie…”

“Beau,” she whispered, and that sound again, somewhere between a growl and a groan, left my mouth. “I love hearing my name on your perfect fucking mouth.”

Dropping my head, I kissed her again and shifted, licking and biting and sucking down her neck. Reaching for her hands, I trapped both of them over her head while my tongue traced right over her pulse point.

Her nipples were hard against my chest, and her hips arched into mine. “You said fuck you first and make love to you after.” Dipping to draw a wet circle with the tip of my tongue around the erect bud, I added, “Are you ready for this next part?”

“Yes,” she said, then arched her hips.