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  The room I’d given her to use was closed up tight. “Freya?”

  “I’m just getting changed,” she called out.

  I stood there, staring at her closed door, listening to her moving around on the other side. “Look, about what happened down there. I never told Hank about you because…” Shit. “I, ah…I thought you knew what this was, what we were doing here. If that’s changed, if you’ve changed your mind about what you want…”

  “I haven’t,” she said, her voice muffled.

  The door opened, and I stepped back, thinking she’d walk out. She didn’t. She stood there in a towel, hair damp from the quick shower she’d obviously just had. My mouth started moving, but no words were coming out.

  She tucked her hair behind her ear. “But I think there’s one thing we’ve yet to try…you know, for compatibility’s sake,” she said, her voice huskier than usual, her face flushed from the hot water she’d been standing under.

  Blood pumped to my cock, and I was hard in a matter of seconds. “Yeah, what’s that?” I choked out.

  She let go of the towel she was holding at her chest, and it dropped to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stood there in front of me, completely naked. “I think we need to fuck, Beau, before we make any major decisions.”

  My mouth went dry as I ate up the sight of her. I’d seen her pussy, her tits, when I’d gotten her off, but not all at once, and she was more beautiful than I could have imagined.

  “I think that’s pretty important between a husband and wife, don’t you?” she said, voice softer now.

  I tried to keep my shit together. I tried to regain my control, but there was no reining it in. Instead of lifting her off her feet and carrying her to my bed, I charged her like a bull going after a red flag.

  8

  Freya

  Beau’s body connected with mine, his arms coming around me like a linebacker about to take down an opponent. But instead of hitting the floor, I was lifted in his arms and thrown over his broad shoulder. I squealed in surprise as he spun around, walked out the door, and strode down the hall to his bedroom. He kept walking until he reached his bed.

  My body hit his mattress a second later.

  Beau stared down at me as he reached back, grabbed his shirt, dragged it over his head, and flung it aside. “First time I fuck you, it’s gonna be in my bed.”

  His expression was—God, it was fierce. The muscles in his chest rippled, his eyes flashing. I looked up at him in stunned silence. I had no reply and I didn’t bother trying to form one because I was more than happy with that.

  Maybe this was a terrible idea. He hadn’t told his brother about me, not once in all the time we were talking. I should have stopped this right then, before I really got hurt. But even as those thoughts flew through my mind I knew I wasn’t going to. I already loved him, and if I didn’t try everything in my power to get him to love me back, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

  I also wanted him, more than any other man I’d ever been with. If this was all I got, these two weeks with him, I wanted to pack in a lifetime. I wanted to give him all of me, because I knew deep down I would never love anyone the way I did Beau.

  He shoved down his pants, kicking them aside, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of him standing there, naked and muscled. Hair on his chest, solid thighs, his cock thick and long and so hard it stood up against his tight abs. All man. Wild.

  Mine.

  For the next two weeks, anyway.

  He prowled toward me, nostrils flaring, muscles bunching, half-lidded intensity. He didn’t hesitate; he climbed on the bed, covering me with his big body.

  “Been wanting inside you since the first time I saw your picture, Freya. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

  The way he said my name—God, it was full of ownership, possessiveness. There was no mistaking the note to his voice for anything else.

  He shook his head, a look of astonishment on his face. “Christ, woman, you’re too good to be true.”

  He used one of his thighs to spread mine and a moan slipped past my lips when I had all his weight.

  His eyes turned intense. “Are you, are you too good to be true, Freya?” he said, low and rough.

  I wasn’t. I was a fraud. My gaze dropped to his mouth because I couldn’t hold that intense stare, not when guilt was gnawing at me over the lies I’d told him. I wasn’t who he thought I was, and I needed to tell him the truth, but I was afraid, afraid I’d lose him as soon as I did.

  His fingers slid under my chin and he tilted my head back, making me look at him. “Freya?”

  He hadn’t missed that I’d gone silent, that there was something on my mind. I should’ve come clean right then, but instead I said, “I feel the same way about you.” That at least was the truth.

  His growl vibrated thought his chest to mine. “It’s been a long time for me, and the way I want you…” He shook his head, jaw tightening. “I can’t go slow, can’t draw this out, not with you, not this time,” he said.

  My back arched, my thighs moving restlessly against his. “I just want you inside me.”

  He cursed before his lips came down on mine, giving me a hot, hard kiss. Breath puffed from his nose like an angry bull as he attacked my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine, his groans vibrating through me. My hands dropped to his muscled ass and I ground up against him, wanting more.

  His mouth tore from mine on a snarl and he reached for his bedside table, yanking open the drawer. He lifted to his knees and I watched, positive I’d never seen anything more awe-inspiring in my life than Beau, abs bunched, monster thighs flexing, the tendons and veins in his forearms bulging as he tore open a condom and rolled it down his thick cock.

  As soon as it was on, he came back down on top of me, kissing me again briefly, then looked down at me. The hot, hungry look in his eyes made my belly quiver.

  “Spread wide for me,” he said. “This is going to be a rough ride, but I promise I’m gonna make you come around my cock nice and hard before it’s over.”

  I nodded because what did you say to that? All I could think of was yes, please and I don’t doubt it.

  His eyes were still locked on mine. “You wet for me, Freya?” he said as one of his hands came down between us, covering my pussy. One of his thick fingers pressed in and I moaned at the contact, hips lifting, seeking more.

  He cursed. “Goddammit.”

  “Yes,” I said, telling him what he now already knew. I was ready, so goddamn ready.

  “Guide me in,” he said through clenched teeth.

  I reached down between our bodies and took his cock in hand, doing as he asked, and felt a shudder move through him the minute I touched him. I led him to my opening and he shuddered again, stronger this time.

  “Ready?” he bit out.

  Sweat beaded on his forehead and there was no missing the way he was desperately trying to maintain his control. He hadn’t given himself permission to let loose, not yet, not until I gave it to him.

  Excitement unfurled in my belly at the way he said that one word, at what was to come. I was about to get my rough ride, and I’d never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded again.

  Another growl tore from him and he slammed his hips forward.

  I cried out at the way he filled me, stretched me. God, perfection.

  I wrapped my arms around him, quivering at the way his beard tickled the side of my face and neck when his mouth moved to my ear.

  “That’s right, honey, hold on tight.”

  Then he pulled out and slammed back in.

  “Oh God.” The impact jarred my body, his cock going so deep, so damn deep I was near mindless and we’d only just started.

  Then he really started moving, his big body rolling and thrusting, pounding into me. There was no control to his movements—he was giving me everything, everything he was feeling. Giving in to the intensity of his need for me, and I loved it. Reveled in it. What he was givin
g me couldn’t be just about lust, it had to be more, it had to be.

  This moment, it was too big, too…everything. God, I’d never experienced anything like this in my life.

  His deep grunts filled the room. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Feels so good, so good.”

  I could already feel it building, my orgasm was rushing up on me hard and fast. “Yes, God, yes.”

  One of his hands cradled the side of my face, his mouth going to my ear on the opposite side, my body still jarring as he thrust into me. “The moment I got inside you, I turned into a fucking animal. Look what you’ve done to me, Freya. Look what you’ve done,” he rasped.

  His hips slammed forward hard, pushing him deep, and it hit, my orgasm firing through me.

  “Christ,” he grated. “I can feel it. I can feel you, honey. So sweet, so fucking hot. Perfect.”

  And with another deep grunt, I felt him pulse inside me. My name tore from him as he slammed deep and stayed there grinding his hips, nailing me with hard, shallow thrusts.

  My ebbing orgasm built back up, and I came again, clinging to him, letting it wash through me, shaking and whimpering.

  Beau collapsed on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows so he didn’t crush me. His face pressed into the side of my neck, his heavy breaths cooling my damp skin. His entire body still trembled slightly, and I continued to cling onto him while I tried to catch my own breath.

  “Holy fuck,” he finally said.

  I was still trying to form a logical thought, let alone words.

  Beau pressed his lips to my throat then rolled to his side, taking me with him, holding me against him tightly.

  He huffed out a breath and chuckled. “That was…intense.”

  “Uh-huh.” Still not actual words, but better than nothing. I tried to lift my head, but he held me to him in a Beau bear hug.

  His big, rough-skinned hand slid down my back to my butt, and he squeezed. “Guess we can put a check by that, then. I’d say we’re definitely compatible, wouldn’t you?”

  I’d say what we just did surpassed anything. Compatible seemed too simple a word for what I’d just felt, and I knew he felt it, too. He was just too afraid to admit it.

  Beau

  Christ. I needed a minute.

  “You want a drink?” I asked.

  Freya wriggled her soft, curvy body against mine. “Sure,” she said, and wriggled again.

  I realized I was holding her so tight she couldn’t move. I hadn’t wanted to let her go after the way she’d lit up for me, the way she’d come for me. And for some reason after that I’d needed to avoid making eye contact with her, so I’d crushed her to me.

  I wasn’t some coy virgin, but the thought of looking at her, into those big green eyes after what we just did…I couldn’t do it. My chest constricted. It was too much.

  I released her and climbed off the bed, stumbling a little as I headed for the door. My legs felt like jelly, and my gut was in knots, my heart still racing a million miles an hour. “Be right back,” I said and bolted down the goddamn stairs.

  I hit the kitchen and rested my hands against the counter, trying to catch my breath. My chest felt constricted.

  Jesus, it was almost like I was having a…shit, a panic attack.

  I filled a glass with water and downed it.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Yeah, I could admit that had been by far the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and yeah, I felt a little overwhelmed by what had just happened. Okay, a lot. But that was no reason to freak out. It’d just been a long time since I’d had sex, that’s all. Four years was a long time for anyone.

  Of course it was going to seem more intense. That’s all it was. I needed to go back up there and fuck her again, get back into the swing of it. I’d just acted like an excited puppy, grateful for a new toy. A few more rounds and I’d be back to my old self.

  I filled up another glass with water for Freya and headed back upstairs.

  I walked into my room and stumbled again when I saw her lying in my bed. She’d climbed under the covers. Her auburn hair was spread out over my pillow, eyes shut, and the sheet covering her naked body hugged her curves.

  Something hit me hard, like a kick to the gut. I had no idea what the hell it was, but it felt bad…and really, really good all at once. I ignored it and walked over to her.

  “Freya?”

  Nothing. She was out.

  I should have let her sleep, but I needed back inside her. I craved her again already, like a clawing hunger in my gut, and I knew only Freya could cure it.

  That freaked me out. I didn’t want to think about why. I sure as hell didn’t want anyone to have that kind of hold over me. I needed to prove that this feeling was about having sex for the first time in a long time. Anything else was unacceptable.

  So, I placed her drink on the bedside table, pulled the sheet back, and climbed in beside her. She made a cute little whimpering sound that made my dick even harder.

  I took her arm that lay limp on the pillow by her head, wrapped it around my shoulders, and pressed a kiss to her soft, swollen lips. “Honey? You awake?”

  She muttered something, and I kissed her mouth again. Her lids fluttered open and that clawing, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified.

  “Mmm,” she managed to say, lids opening and closing several times before I finally had her sleepy eyes on me.

  “I want you,” I said. Christ, I needed her. I pulled her thigh over my hip, letting her feel how much.

  Her eyes widened a little. “Really? Already?”

  I nodded and kissed her again, because I had to. “You want it, honey?” I asked, fucking close to begging, still not understanding what I was feeling, just knowing I needed this, her, right goddamn then.

  “Yeah, I want it,” she whispered against my lips.

  I grabbed a condom and was suited up a few seconds later, then I slid back inside her. My eyes rolled back when her pussy wrapped around me, tight and warm, and a full body shudder racked through me.

  Nothing had ever felt so good. I tried to think of something, searching my memories, but came up short because there was nothing.

  Nothing, no one, compared to her.

  Shit.

  9

  Beau

  Freya darted away, laughing as she tore across the living room, bare assed, hair flying behind her, and so sexy she made my gut ache looking at her.

  “Get back here, woman. Your man needs seeing to,” I said, joking. Okay, half joking. I wanted her constantly. We’d spent the last week fucking like rabbits.

  I’d been wrong—the impact hadn’t lessened.

  Not one bit.

  If anything, it had intensified.

  The woman had me drunk on her and I couldn’t get enough.

  She stood behind the couch, skin still flushed from coming moments ago, nipples dark from my sucking on them.

  “You’re insatiable,” she said, a grin curving her lips.

  I stood opposite her, struggling to breathe from the impact of just looking at her. “You only have yourself to blame,” I said, giving her a playful smirk.

  Freya planted her hands on her hips. “How do you figure that?”

  “Well, for starters”—I motioned to her—“you have that body.”

  Her cheeks turned pink. “You’re the only one who has appreciated these abundant curves quite so much. The last guy I dated told me I’d be perfect…if I just lost ten pounds.”

  My spine straightened. “First, that guy wasn’t only an asshole, he was fucking blind. And second, he obviously wasn’t a real man. I’m not small, Freya. A man like me wants a woman who can take what he has to give, something to hold on to. Nothing sexier to me than a woman who is soft and round, who can take every hard thrust I give her. That’s you, honey, and that’s just for starters.” My dick got harder. “Christ, you’re perfect.”

  She blinked over at me, then her tongue darted out and swiped over her bottom lip. “What
else?”

  I raised a brow.

  She smirked. “You said for starters.”

  “You’re going to make me work for it, huh?”

  Her smirk turned into a wide grin. “Absolutely.”

  It wasn’t hard at all to come up with more that I liked, because I liked it all. “Your hair,” I said, voice getting deeper. “I love the color, how soft it is.”

  She started breathing heavier, so I kept going.

  “Your eyes are the most amazing green, and expressive. When you’re under me I know exactly how good you’re feeling. It’s all there.”

  Her lips parted a little, and those beautiful eyes widened.

  But I wasn’t finished. “You’re funny, too. I never realized how fucking sexy that was. You’re also smart.” What had started as fun, suddenly felt a little more serious. I should get things back to where they had been, goofing around, but I had to say one more thing. There was no stopping the words once they’d formed in my head. “I like being with you. I like having you here. I like…you, Freya. A lot.”

  Her throat worked, and her cheeks were darker. “I like you, too,” she whispered.

  The room was suddenly engulfed in silence. Her eyes were on mine and that panicky feeling started to build inside me again, threatening me with things I refused to acknowledge, to even consider. “Then stop running and come here and kiss me,” I said, needing to break whatever this was, whatever was happening between us.

  She shook her head, drawing in a deep breath. “No. You come here.”

  I was already moving toward her before she’d finished her sentence. She held her ground until I collided with her, my hand sinking into her warm, soft hair. Curling an arm under her ass, I lifted her off her feet, tilting her head back to take her mouth, and headed for the stairs.