Be Mine... Or Else

by Alexa King

  I glance at Sue, who just shrugs like she has no idea.

  When I see the texts, my heart flutters at all the responses.

  Beau: Sorry, sunshine, I was in a meeting.

  Beau: I'll be at the flower shop at 5.

  Beau: I can't wait to see you.

  Beau: I’ve been thinking about you a lot today.

  Beau: Dove?

  "Oh my god, he texted me five times," I squeal. "That means he's excited, right?" I look at Sue, who is bouncing on her toes.

  "I would think so," she laughs.

  Me: I'll be ready!

  I pause for a second, wanting to tell him more, but I need to try and play it cool. I’m new at this, but I don’t want to go overboard too fast. My face hurts from all the smiling. I don't know how I'm going to make it until tonight. I'm excited and nervous all in one.

  Deciding to distract myself with work, I pick up more orders and see the one on top and roll my eyes. We get orders from this guy almost twice a week. Always two dozen white roses. They never have a note on them. Just the name, B. Heart, and it goes to a different woman every time.

  It reminds me what dogs men can really be. Heck, for all I know Beau could be a player. My stomach rebels against the idea of it. He's so sweet. My mind can't wrap around the idea that I'm a conquest to him. We've been dancing around each other for weeks. Would a man who is after a quick lay do that?

  "What's that look for?" Sue asks.

  "I'm terrible at this dating thing. I'm already second-guessing everything. What if he's a player or something? What if I make a fool of myself? What if I fall hard for him and he breaks my heart?"

  "Slow down, sugar."

  "Maybe I should cancel," I blurt out, and my phone vibrates with another message.

  "You're not canceling," Sue says in a stern voice.

  I try to ignore all these crazy thoughts in my head and glance down at my phone.

  Beau: You'll be lucky if I'll be able to let you go tonight.

  "Doesn't sound like someone looking for a one-night stand," Sue says, looking over my shoulder, and I bite my lip. "He sounds like he's all in."

  I hope she's right because I’m pretty sure I'm already falling in love.

  Chapter Six

  Beau

  I drop my phone onto my desk and run my hands through my hair. It’s a habit I've formed since meeting Dove, and it’s something I need to work on. I try to give nothing away when it comes to what I feel. It works well in the courtroom, but Dove gets me out of sorts.

  When I saw I had a missed text from her that was thirty minutes old I got worried and kept texting her. Then when I didn’t get a response, I got desperate and called my plant at the shop, John, to do something about it. I got a message from him that my little sunshine was having second thoughts. Thinking I might be some kind of player or something. The thought is fucking laughable. If I'm not working I'm either in the gym working out, or in my bed alone. Sleep has been avoiding me lately because when I lie down all I can think about is Dove. It’s impossible to sleep with my body aching from head to toe. The ache harder in a couple of key places, but I can only jerk off so many times before I’m frustrated.

  I've been drowning myself in more work to try and free myself from all these overwhelming urges. It’s my only option until I can have her in my arms. Permanently.

  I'm thankful that Mrs. Barton's husband settled, because that’s one less thing I have to worry about. I passed the case over to be finished by a paralegal on my team because I wanted her out of my space as soon as possible. Divorce law has started to wear me down. I used to love my job, but I've lost the passion for it lately.

  My mind floats back to Dove. Just the thought of her can somehow make everything okay. I need her more than she’ll ever know. She's the light that takes away the darkness that’s closing in on me lately.

  I click on my emails and let myself fall back into work as much as I can. My eyes go to the clock almost every ten minutes, and I can’t force myself to stop. It’s dragging on and I try not to pace, but I’m going to explode. When I see it's four o'clock I'm out of my chair and heading for the door. Time be damned.

  When I walk out Katie hands me my suit jacket. "Let's call it a day," I tell her. She gives me a knowing smile but doesn’t call me out for leaving early, which is something I've never done in my life.

  Samuel is moving as I make my way toward the elevator. "Hang back when I get to her. I'm taking her home with me. We won’t be leaving again after that.”

  “Yes, sir."

  It doesn't take me long before I'm outside the florist shop. I’m early, but I literally can’t be still right now. Once I’m there, my jaw clenches when I see her through the window. She’s laughing at something the delivery boy said.

  I take a deep breath, getting myself under control. I don't want to go in with a pissed off look on my face, but I nearly lose my cool when I see his eyes go to her legs. Yeah, I'm going to have to do something about him.

  I push into the store even though I'm early. I don't care. I'll watch her work if I need to. I want to be close to her. I have to. Everything inside me is pulling me to her, and I can’t stop it.

  Her eyes come to me when a bell sounds as I enter. She smiles and it lights up her face. She takes me by surprise when she half-runs at me and does a cute little hop and lands in my arms. I pull her into me, smelling her sweet scent and enjoying the feeling of her pressed against me. Her feet dangle a few inches off the ground, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.

  I give the little shit the death glare over her shoulder. The woman who owns the shop, Sue, fights a smile, not missing what I did. I’m thankful she finds it funny.

  "I've been so excited all day," Dove says. "I’m probably not supposed to tell you that, right? I’m supposed to be playing it cool.” She pulls back to look at me, and like always her cheeks are a soft pink that's becoming my favorite color.

  "No, sunshine. You tell me whatever pops in that pretty head of yours. I want to hear it.” She bites her lip at my words. "I'm not much better. If you haven't noticed I'm early. I couldn't wait any longer."

  She releases her lip, and I can't pull my eyes away from her mouth. I have to get us out of here to somewhere private.

  "You two love birds go ahead." I look at Sue, who has Dove's purse in her hand. I put Dove back on her feet and she lets the arms she had locked around my neck slide away as she takes her purse.

  I grab her other hand, pulling her from the florist shop as she says goodbye to everyone over her shoulder. I open the back car door, not waiting for my driver, and help her inside.

  "Oh." She look around inside the town car as I close the door behind me and the driver pulls away from the curb.

  "Home," I tell him, then hit the button to raise the glass partition between us.

  "Home?" she asks. "As in, your home?" Her hands are in her lap, and she twists her fingers. Her nervousness is clear.

  "Yes, my home." I run my arm behind her back and pull her into my lap slowly and gently. I can't stop my eyes from going to her legs. Her dress has ridden up and I get a glimpse of her cherry-red panties. Everything in my body goes rigid at the sight and I can feel my length pressing against her ass. It’s begging her to spread those thighs and show me if her panties are wet. Dove lets out a little gasp and her hands come to rest on my chest.

  I lick my lips and look into her bright blue eyes. "When we get close we get lost in each other. I don't want others seeing you like that. You belong to me."

  "I’m yours?" she asks, looking up through her lashes at me.

  "Yes, you’re mine." One of my hands goes to her chin and she leans into my touch. My other goes to her thigh, sliding it under her dress. Her soft skin against my fingers has me fighting back a groan. She wiggles in my lap as her mouth falls open and she stares up at me.

  She licks her lips and my control snaps. Seeing her pink, wet tongue and thinking about all the places I want it is too fucking m
uch. I slide my hand from her chin to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. She gasps as my mouth molds against hers. Her lips are soft like rose petals, and the first taste of her is like a kick in the stomach. I tangle a hand in her hair as I devour every inch of her. I can’t get enough of her as I try to breathe her in.

  She kisses me back just as hungrily, moaning as she does. The sounds of her excitement have me on edge and I can feel beads of cum leak from my cock. Her kiss is untrained and something about the innocence of that fuels my need even more. She’s not used to a man's touch, and I’m going to be the one to break her in.

  When we finally pull back we are both out of breath. Her lips are swollen and puffy and it's the most perfect sight I've even seen in my life.

  "I've never done this before," she blurts out.

  I lean in and give her a soft kiss. Then I kiss the corner of her mouth on both sides. This time it’s gentle and slow. I want to show her that I can be what she needs. That she doesn't have to worry and that I'll take care of her.

  "It doesn't matter," I tell her.

  She raises her hand to my face, and I turn and place a kiss in her palm.

  "Don't break my heart," she says and I hear the plea in her words.

  "Never," I reply instantly. Then I kiss her again.

  It’s so slow, but I want her to take control of the kiss. To explore what she likes, and to take everything in. When we pull back this time, I see a dreamy look in her eyes. It warms the space in my chest that she owns, and I don’t want this moment to end. The moment of promise and all good things ahead is what I want forever.

  A knock on the window lets me know we have arrived.

  "We're here," I say, and I slide her off my lap and make sure her dress is covering her before I open the car door and get out. I extend my hand and help her exit the car. Once she’s out, I pull her to my side, wrapping my arms around her. I’m making it clear she belongs to me as we move through the lobby of the building and into the elevator. I slide my key into the elevator slot and hit the button for the penthouse.

  I hold her close as we ascend, and when the elevator opens I pull her into my home. When the doors close behind us, a slow smile spreads across my face. Tension I didn't know I'd been holding leaves my body and the moment has finally come.

  She's mine now.

  Chapter Seven

  Beau

  “This is your home?” she asks with wide eyes.

  I want to tell her that it’s hers now, too, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear that truth bomb. I want the whole pie when it comes to my sunshine, but I have to be careful not to scare her off. Does it make me a terrible man that I’m going to do my best to trap her so she can never leave me? Probably. Do I care? No.

  Dove walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the city. The lights are off in the living room and the glow from outside silhouettes the shape of her body. The sun is setting and bursts of orange and pink splash across her skin. I stare at her while every bone in my body aches for her. I don’t move, because I want this image burned into my brain.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she says, staring out as she places her hand on the glass.

  “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I answer, not taking my eyes off of her.

  She looks over her shoulder and back at me, and for a moment time stops and I see it all so clearly. Dove walking down the aisle to me, then her belly round with our child, family vacations, Christmases, birthdays, all of it. It hits me like a train and any other man would turn and run from the power of it all. But not me. Not with my sunshine. Instead of the life scaring me away, it pulls me in closer.

  I step forward and as I do, she turns, resting her back against the glass. I walk up and place both my palms against the cool window, caging her in.

  “You’re my forever,” I whisper, and she tilts her head back to look at me.

  I press my body against hers and she runs her hands up my chest. I lean down and this time when I kiss her it’s not soft and gentle. This time it’s hard and demanding. I need her to know that I mean what I say, and if I have to do that by fucking her right here right now, then that’s what’s going to happen.

  My hand comes off the glass and moves down to her ass. With one arm I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat from her pussy through my slacks and I groan against her lips. She winds her arms around my neck as my other hand grips the back of her neck.

  I hold her tight against me as I grind my hard length against her. Her breath catches in her throat and I do it again, rocking her panty-covered pussy against me. My cock is throbbing with demand, but this isn’t going to be quick.

  “Beau, oh god, I want you,” she gasps as my mouth moves down her throat. “I feel you everywhere. I’m burning up.”

  I turn us around and take a few steps forward before I place her down on the couch. I kneel in front of her between her legs as I reach for the front of her dress.

  “I should be sorry about this. But I’m not,” I say, and before she can ask what I’m talking about I grab the yellow fabric at the top and rip it all the way down the front of her body.

  “Beau!” she shouts, but not in fear, just in shock. “You ripped my dress!”

  “I’ll buy you a thousand more. I can’t have anything between us anymore,” I say as I stare down at her creamy skin.

  Her bare breasts are full, with pink nipples that are hard little rosebuds. I lick my lips as my eyes trail down to her soft stomach and wide hips. Her cherry panties are covering what I want and I growl at them as I grab the waist and slip them down her thighs.

  “I need to see all of you. All of what’s mine,” I say, rubbing my hands up her legs and pushing them farther apart.

  Her wetness coats the inside of her thighs and her pink lips. When I spread them, I see her hard pink pearl begging to be licked. Fuck, she’s perfect and I want her so much I don’t know where to begin.

  “God fucking damn, woman, if I knew you had this under your dress I would have fucked you on the floor of the coffee shop the first day we met.”

  Her thighs clench as my hands move up them and to her stomach. I lean down and kiss a trail up to her breasts before taking a nipple in my mouth.

  She cries out in pleasure as I suck on one nipple then move to the other. I go back and forth until her back is arching off the couch and she’s clawing at my shirt.

  “Clothes. Take them off,” she gasps between moans.

  I do as she says and take off my shirt so that she can touch my skin. The feel of her hands on me only ratchets up my need for her. I want to take my time, but I don’t think I can. I want to devour her.

  “Grab your knees,” I grunt as I kiss my way down her stomach. She does as I ask and it exposes every inch of her cunt to me.

  I inhale the sweet, warm scent of her pussy right before my mouth covers it. The taste of her hits my tongue and instantly I’m addicted to her sweet nectar. I run my hands back up her body and play with her big ripe tits while I eat her pussy. The sweet sounds she’s making have my cock thick with need, but this is too good right now and he’s going to have to wait his turn.

  As I pinch her nipples lightly she says my name and raises her hips to my mouth. I run my tongue in circles around her clit before dipping low and tasting her honey center.

  “Goddamn, it’s too good. I can’t fuck something this pure and sweet.” I rest my forehead on her thigh and think about how bad I want to put my dick in her, but also how innocent this little pussy is. “I don’t want to ruin something so close to heaven.”

  “Beau,” she says, and I look up into her bright blue eyes. They’re filled to the brim with need, and her body is shaking she’s so close to the edge. “Please, Beau, make love to me.”

  I’ve kept her on edge the whole time to make it easier on her. But now that the moment is here, I don’t know if I can go through with it. What if I hurt her? I’m no small man, and her pretty little virgin pus
sy hasn’t so much as had a finger inside it.

  “Please.” She moans as she closes her eyes and leans her head back. Her hips are moving like we’re already making love and it’s got me in a trance.

  Reaching down, I undo my belt and slacks, then push them off, with my boxer briefs. I take my cock in my hand and just stare down at her pussy. I jerk off while I watch her pink wet cunt move up and down as she rocks her hips. I lick my lips, still tasting her sweetness on them and grunt as my balls ache to empty inside her.

  “Please,” she moans again, and this time she moves a hand between her legs and starts to rub her pussy.

  I growl because that pussy is mine, and I’m the one who gives it pleasure. She doesn’t need to do that, not while I’m living and breathing.

  Grabbing her wrist, I pull her hand away and then bring her fingers to my mouth. I don’t break eye contact with her as I lick them off one by one. “If you want your pussy touched, you tell me. Got it?”

  “I need you, Beau,” she whispers, and I nod.

  I pull her hips to the edge of the couch so her ass is hanging off a little, and I kneel in front of her. Holding my cock with one hand and her hip with the other, I slowly slide her wet pussy down on my length.

  The sight of her little pink pussy taking my long, thick cock is pornographic. It looks like there’s no way she’ll be able to take even an inch, but slowly she wiggles her way down the tip and onto the first inch.

  She hisses at the bite of pain when I feel her pussy pop around my cock. I take my hand off my cock and move it to her clit. I pet it slowly as the tension in her body relaxes and her muscles ease.

  “The worst is over,” I say, and sink a few more inches into her. “Now all you have to do is lie there and let me do all the work.”

  Her blue eyes meet mine and she licks her lips as I slide her down the rest of the way. Her little pussy is so tight around my cock that it’s nearly choking me, but I don’t focus on that. Instead, I lean down so that her naked breasts are pressed against my chest and I can kiss her as we make love.