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She tilts her head sadly, and I shake mine in denial as she says, "No, baby. Not that kind of sick."
Strong arms catch me as my eyes fill, tears brimming my lids before spilling over. "No! I don't believe it. It must be some sick joke, and I'm not finding it funny!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to tell you…that I'd go into remission, and I wouldn't have to worry you, but that's not the case. This isn't how I wanted to tell you." My mother comes to me, but I back away from her outstretched arms.
"Ryan." I hear Beau's soft voice near my ear, but I just can't.
I yank free from his grip and run past my mother. I widen the distance between me and Bain as I also run past him. I don't stop until I'm halfway down the driveway. I drop to my knees, not caring that it has started to snow and I'm only in a T-shirt. The sobs that wrack my body are inconsolable, and I tilt my head up toward the sky and scream.
Something warm weighs down on me, and I snuggle in deeper, trying to keep the warmth. Light filters into the room, indicating that morning has come. With it, thoughts of the night before flood my memory, and I feel my eyes sting once again. When movement jars my back, I realize I'm not in bed alone, and my eyes pop open.
A strong arm is draped over my waist, holding me against a hard chest. The scent of my surroundings tells me enough that I know I'm in Beau's room. I turn to my other side and bury my face into his bare chest, breathing him in as much as possible.
A low chuckle rumbles his chest, "Good morning, Ry."
"Morning…" I whisper.
I can't believe I'm here, in Beau's room with him! How is this possible? I'm sure Bain is livid as hell, but I don't give a flying shit at the moment. I need this. I need Beau like I need air to breathe. Too much has happened in the little time he's been home, and I want to cherish these few stolen moments with him.
"Merry Christmas, Ryan," Beau says softly before I feel his lips pressing against my head.
"Shit," I curse. "I forgot all about it being Christmas…"
"It's okay," he chuckles, before his expression turns serious. "But I don't know how long we have before Bain comes pounding on the door."
I pull back and look into his stunning green eyes. "I didn't know you were coming home, so I didn't get you anything."
He shrugs. "Waking up with you in my arms is the only gift I need."
Suddenly, a hunger like I've never felt creeps between my legs, and I bite my bottom lip. "I think I may be able to do better than that…"
Without another word, I slip under the covers, pulling his boxers down as I go. I hear him groan above the covers, and I smile. Settling between his legs, I take his semi-erect morning wood into my hand, and I stroke it gently until it stands at full mast. The soft, petal-like texture over the hardness of his erection is a huge contradiction. Such a lethal weapon shouldn't feel as soft as it does. I wait until that little white bead of pre-cum appears before I lick the tip, savoring the taste that I've missed these past six months.
"Fuck, Ry…I've dreamed about having your mouth on me every day since I've been gone. It feels better than I remember!" Beau places his hand on my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, but doesn't try taking control.
That's what I love about him. He lets me have control for so long until he can't, and he takes over. Brock never gave me control; he just gagged and choked me from the get-go. His thought process was that if I was giving him head, then it was something that should be up to him as to how he fucked my mouth. I laughed at that and then I turned it around on him and said it should be the same when he’s going down on me. Needless to say, he wasn't in agreement.
I'm not really sure if it was his drug use sadistic or if he genuinely was a narcissistic prick, but Brock was only a means to help me forget, and I can't really say that I'm sorry that Beau kicked his ass. I shouldn't even be thinking of another guy as I'm sucking Beau off, but thoughts about whether Brock made it or not are running through my head.
Everything is blurry from the time Mom told me she was sick until waking up. I vaguely remember being wrapped in a blanket as I knelt outside on the snow-covered ground. I remember Beau cursing as he picked me up and carried me back inside. I was far too numb, and it wasn't the temperature outside that was numbing me. Tears sting my eyes once more, so I clear my head and concentrate on one thing: pleasuring Beau.
Grabbing the base of his cock, I swallow him whole, taking as much of him in as I can. I hollow out my cheeks and begin bobbing my head on his length. He hisses when the head of his cock enters my throat. If I learned anything from Brock being rough, it's that I can deep-throat pretty well when I'm the one in charge.
"It's been too long, Ryan. If you don't stop doing that fucking thing that you're doing, I'm going to spill a lot sooner than I want to." He grunts when I swallow as he finishes his sentence.
I chuckle, vibrating him as he's still deep in my throat, but then, he’s not. Instead, I'm being pulled off him and tossed onto my stomach. Beau yanks at my hips, bringing my ass is in the air, and then he tears my panties off. He's taking charge, and I'm here for it. I remain with my head down and ass up, so he can get a clear view of just how wet I am for him.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, Ryan. I may have forgiven you for what you have been doing all this time, but I still need to let some of that steam off." I feel his tongue swipe slowly up my slit. "Mm... this sopping wet cunt of yours is going to take a good pounding. Are you ready to be my dirty girl?"
He squeezes the flesh on my hip, and I moan, "Yes, please…"
I've forgotten how girthy Beau is. I hiss at the stretch as he takes his time pushing in. "Oh fuck..." I breathe.
"Oh, fuck is right," Beau says through clenched teeth. "This pussy has always been my favorite place. I love how she gets so wet for me"—he pushes in a little more—"and she grips the hell out of my fucking cock. She's a hungry girl, isn't she? Fuck…baby, I'm about ready to feed her full…"
Beau slams the rest of the way into me, and I cry out, "Uh…fuck…Beau, please…"
"I know baby…I know. I've got you." His voice is low and a bit strangled. "I'm going to take care of both my girls; just hold on." He lifts his leg and plants his foot on the bed as he bends his knee, allowing him to go deeper, and fuck does he go deep...I moan.
