Her Soldier (That Girl #3)

by H. J. Bellus

  “I love you, Beau.”

  Again he doesn’t respond as he continues fucking me. His grunts are his tell sign that he’s about to go, and it always makes me scream out in my pleasure. His head slumps down on my shoulder. Our sticky, sweaty bodies hold us together.

  Beau carries me to the shower and begins washing me. He always follows the same routine. He starts with the soap and rubs down my back, wrapping around to my front, and then down my legs. Then I turn and relax against his chest as he holds up each of my arms and washes them down. Then he pays all of his attention to my hair, using both shampoo and conditioner, and every time I try to help he swats away my hand. We usually have a playful banter between us while showering, but not today.

  I’m not sure if it’s because I’m selfish or spoiled, but I rarely pay back the favor, and I think it’s because I love watching his strong hands wash down his own skin. I pick up his manly bottle of soap and squirt an ample amount of the richly-scented blue liquid in my palm.

  “I want to take care of you.”

  I begin washing him before he has a chance to protest. His body relaxes under my touch and it makes me grin up at him.

  “You make me happy,” I say through the spray of the shower.

  “You make me happy, too, Jenni.”

  “You know you deserve to be happy.”

  I continue washing him until he’s hard and ready to go again. Beau carries me from the shower soaking wet, throwing me down on his bed. His body covers mine, smelling woodsy from his soap. He doesn’t kiss me before he enters me, and we never break eye contact as he moves in and out in a slow, steady motion. It’s not angry and harsh like earlier in the shower; it’s more like silent conversation. I don’t push, but want to ask him if he thinks we will work.

  ***

  “What time is your aunt expecting us?”

  Beau’s voice comes from the living room while I’m out on the patio putting on lotion and finishing up my makeup. The outside light is amazing and the air is so invigorating. This small patio is quickly becoming my favorite place to be.

  “Around lunchtime,” I holler back.

  “Well, it’s lunchtime.”

  Beau’s voice is much closer this time, and I turn to find him dressed up in a navy blue polo shirt and dark jeans. He has his hair styled to perfection and a serious look on his face. I think he’s nervous to meet my aunt.

  “If I was on time, Danielle would for sure know I was sick.”

  I try to keep the conversation relaxed to not make him feel even more out of place. I watch him fidget with his hands as I close up the last of my makeup and spritz a few sprays of my new Skull perfume.

  “There’s nothing to worry about, Beau, she’s really kind.” I run my hands down the three ivory buttons on his shirt.

  “I just haven’t been around people much in a very long time.”

  “My god, are you wearing cologne?” Dropping my makeup bag on the table, I wrap both arms around his neck and get very excited. My hips push up against him. “Damn, Beau, I want you again.”

  “No way in hell, stop it.” He slaps my ass and backs away. “Get your ass out in the truck.”

  I giggle at his obvious distraction technique and let him have his way. I can tell he is already stressed and don’t want to make the situation worse. He opens the front door for me and I make my way out into the hall. This is only the second time I’ve left his apartment since that night. The other time was for my doctor’s appointment. We walk along the hall and then down a flight of stairs before stepping out into the sunshine. Beau opens the passenger door of his truck and waits for me to get in. He did the same thing when we went to the doctor’s visit. I thought it was just a fluke, but the truth is the man is a true gentleman under all his layers of issues.

  “Thank you.” I capture the hem of his shirt and tug him to me. I place a light kiss on his lips, careful not to heat anything up between us. He simply winks before jogging to his side of the truck.

  “Being late drives you nuts, huh?”

  “Jenni, two things aggravate the piss out me.” He shoots me a sideways glance as he drives. “Messy areas and being late.”

  Internally I cringe because those two things describe me to a T. He picks up on my hesitant reaction.

  “But you, Jenni, are lucky because your big tits save you.”

  I begin laughing and so does he. Sliding over to the middle, I kiss his cheek.

  “Thank god, because I’m a slob and always late. I may be the biggest test of your life.”

  “For some reason, I have to agree.” Beau rests his hand on my leg as he drives. I point out my old high school, my cosmetology school, and apartment. I even show him the diner where Lincoln and Lynlee’s love story began. We finally pull into the strip mall where my Aunt Danielle’s bakery and coffee shop are. Her bakery is nestled between several shops, while her coffee shop is located on the edge of the parking lot. It’s the drive-thru type.

  Beau kills the engine and begins wringing the steering wheel with his hands. Placing my hand on top of his, I stop the motion.

  “C’mon, you’re going to love her. Plus, she’s been a little too nosy wondering who’s been taking up all my time.”

  I check the rear view mirror to make sure the fading green bruise on my cheek is covered up and not visible. My long grey sweatshirt covers my arms and any other healing wounds. They are all almost gone, but still noticeable, and I know Danielle would pick up on them quickly.

  “No need to be nervous. She’ll love you.” Beau mimics my words as I analyze my face in the mirror.

  I elbow him in the ribs. “I’m not worried, ass!”

  We walk into the bakery hand in hand, and it feels good. We have missed the lunch crowd, so the bakery is empty. A couple months ago Danielle started serving sandwiches and soup at lunchtime, and it has been a huge hit. She even had to hire three more employees to keep up and had asked me to be one of them. I know it’s her dream that I take over the bakery one day. More than once she’s told me she’s leaving it all to me. I turned down her offer because I really want to get through beauty school. I know she was disappointed, but she also knows where my passion lies.

  “Auntie.”

  Danielle rounds the corner in her white apron, with a caring smile covering her face. Letting go of Beau’s hand, I race over to her and let her wrap me up in her loving hug. She’s the only family I’ve ever known, the one person who has loved me through everything.

  “Jenni, don’t you ever stay gone that long again,” she scolds as she lets go of me.

  “I won’t.”

  “You look different.” Her eyes boldly rake over my body looking for something. “You are not as glittery and makeup-y.”

  “Nice,” I say with a quick laugh.

  Stepping back and taking Beau’s hand, I drag him up to the conversation.

  “Danielle, this is Beau, and Beau, this is Danielle.” I give them each a second to nod and say hi. “I’ve talked about both of you to each other a lot.”

  “Yes, I feel like practically know you, Beau. Jenni seems to be quite infatuated with you.”

  A deep chuckle escapes him, and I feel him relax a bit.

  “Same here. I’ve heard all about you and your business here.” Beau gestures toward the showcases of pastries.

  “Jenni tells me you like to eat.”

  “Danielle,” I squeal.

  Beau laughs even harder. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorite pastimes.”

  “Move your ass, Jenni, and get this boy served up. I just need to finish a batch of cupcakes and I’ll be right out.” Danielle disappears around the corner to the back.

  Beau sits at a table, and I slide behind the counter.

  “What do you want to try?”

  I wait for an answer and it never comes. Peeking over the top of the case, I see Beau staring down at the table and running a path along the edge with his finger. He’s lost in thought. I don’t force him to answer and just gather a few of m
y favorites in a pink box. Between all of our activity this morning, we haven’t eaten anything, not even my new go-to food, pizza pockets.

  Quickly, I grab a couple leftover sandwiches from the lunch crowd and two Cokes.

  “Gorge away, my love,” I say, setting the food down in front of him.

  He looks up and finally speaks to me. “You know my gram had a bakery.”

  “I do remember that.”

  “Where is your gram’s bakery?” Danielle joins us at the table with an ice cold bottle of water. The three of us sit and wait for his response.

  “Um, she had a bakery. She passed away a few years ago. It was in Iowa, where I grew up.”

  “Very good. I see that’s probably where your love of food came from.”

  Beau lets out a chuckle and says, “You have no idea.”

  I watch as he snags his first pastry. He chooses a chocolate éclair and isn’t bashful about devouring it.

  “Well, how does it measure up?” Danielle asks.

  “I don’t know.” Beau rubs his stomach. “I think I need a few more.”

  “By all means, Beau.”

  We spend the next hour talking and eating. Beau opens up about his gram and her specialty cupcakes. He shares childhood memories of being chased around by Gram with a wooden spoon for sneaking into batter. Danielle makes sure to tell him that I’ve been chased a time or two by her with her wooden spoon. It must be a baker’s thing.

  “You two don’t stay away.” Danielle hands Beau a large box of goodies.

  “We won’t,” I assure her.

  “When does your school start?”

  “In three days. I’m so excited.”

  Danielle walks us out to Beau’s truck and watches as he opens the door for me. I give her a quick hug and kiss before settling in. I watch as Danielle holds her hand out to Beau, but he doesn’t take it. Instead he wraps her up in a hug.

  When he climbs in the truck, I can’t help it. “See it wasn’t that bad.” I slide over to the middle. “Living again isn’t so bad is it?”

  Beau pulls his on shades and backs out of the parking lot. “Don’t push your luck.”

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll spank your ass tonight.”

  “Well, then, if that’s the case…”

  We laugh at each other.

  “I need to go to the store before we head back to my place.”

  “Sounds good.” I lay my head down on his shoulder. “Let’s rent a movie.”

  “Okay, but I get to pick.”

  “My ass. I get to pick, being the lady and all.”

  We pass my apartment and stare at it thinking the same exact thing. I don’t want to even begin to think about going back there, but the time is near.

  “Two more nights,” I whisper.

  Beau pulls into a store I’m not familiar with, but I spot the Redbox and race out of the truck in the hopes of finding a chick flick and adding it to the cart before he notices. I hear him the shut the door to his truck when I reach the Redbox. It’s worn out, and when I study the storefront, I notice it’s kind of scary.

  “You just going to fucking stare there, princess?”

  I turn around to see an incredibly filthy man behind me. The stench assaults my senses, and I hold back a gag. I try to respond, but freeze up and feel panic set in. I look past him for Beau, but don’t see him.

  “Don’t know how to talk, bitch?” He steps in closer and my knees to begin knocking.

  “Got a problem, man?” Beau’s voice is calm but menacing.

  “Yeah, I fucking do. Little princess here won’t get her ass out of my way.”

  “I suggest you don’t talk to her like that.” Beau steps up into the man’s space.

  “Bitches like this don’t deserve anything else.”

  Beau has the man pinned up against the crumbling brick with one hand around his throat and the other cocked back, ready to pound him.

  “Again, what do you think of her? I’d love to fucking hear it.”

  The man gurgles out something. I guess Beau’s hand choking him was not convincing enough to change his mind about me, because Beau punches the man and lets him drop to the ground. He then turns to me and finds my hand, guiding me back up to the video rental machine.

  “Mine is already in the cart.” I bury my trembling hands in my pocket and try to avoid the man who is slumped in a heap on the pavement. I wait impatiently as Beau makes his selection.

  Chapter 6

  Lynlee: Want to celebrate you going back to school.

  I haven’t responded to any of her texts or calls. She hasn’t been very persistent, and I know it’s because of her crazy schedule. My phone dings again and I silence it, not wanting to wake Beau. We were up way too late watching movies. We rented a chick flick and a shoot-em-up gory movie since we couldn’t agree. We watched both of them, eating an obscene amount of junk food, and then got carried away in the shower.

  Lynlee: Everyone is in town tonight and we want you to join us.

  Me: Who is everyone?

  Lynlee: She’s alive!!!

  Lynlee: Levi, Jazzy, Linc, and me…duh! What do you say?

  Me: Sure. When?

  Lynlee: 7 at Duncan’s Pub.

  Me: okay.

  I consider telling her I’ll be bringing Beau, but figure her line of questioning may be easier to deflect in person rather than texting. Lynlee of all people knows my brash decision-making tends to get me in more trouble than not, but Beau is different, and I’ll just have to show my friends that. I get a little nervous wondering if he will go or not. Last night’s incident at the grocery store makes me hesitant to even ask. Beau was ready to brutally beat a man for being a clear ass to me. Part of me loves his aggressive, protective side; it makes me feel safe and worth fighting for. On the other hand, it scares me, because I worry what happens when he’s not able to stop himself.

  Tonight will be tricky, and getting him to agree to go will even be trickier. Quietly, I crawl from the bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. My reflection in the oval mirror above the sink catches my attention. I analyze my dark roots and unkempt hair. My aunt was right. I’m definitely not sporting my typical on-spot looks, complete with a dark spray tan, bleached blonde hair, and gobs of glitter. I’ve always hidden behind those superficial elements, but I don’t need to anymore.

  I know it will be the first thing Lynlee and Jazzy notice—hell, all of them will. It’s what I’m known for. That and my loud, obnoxious personality. That is still intact, and Beau seems to enjoy it. I use the restroom and wash up. When I hear Beau rustling, it hits me. I know exactly how I can get him to agree to go tonight.

  Rushing back to the bed, I crawl up from the bottom. Beau lifts his head, looking down at me, and tries to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

  “What are you doing, Jenni?”

  I don’t answer him and keep crawling up the length of his body while tugging down the blankets. His bare chest is revealed as I drag the blankets even lower. His prominent v-shaped muscles come into view, and I draw back the blankets a bit more. Then I sneak my fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

  I feel his body shift and look up to see him propped on his elbows watching my every movement. I don’t offer an explanation, but keep moving forward, releasing him from his boxers. He’s hard and ready for my mouth. This will be a first for us, so I make sure it’s unforgettable. I drag my tongue from the base of him all the way up, stopping before I reach the tip. Repeating this action several times, I pay attention to every side of his glorious cock.

  Beau moans and bucks his hips at me. I know I’m driving him wild and instantly become wet with the thought. I continue teasing him over and over again until he fists my hair, forcing my mouth to cover him, and for the first time I hear Beau yell my name. His hips continue to jerk as my mouth takes care of him. I use my teeth, tongue, and lips. I suck hard for several moments and then gently glide up and down his length. His legs tense beneath me and I know what’s coming, but I don�
��t back down. He begins his grunts while guiding my head up and down. I feel his release and let go myself. It’s not until now that I realize I had been grinding on his leg. Between his elicit groans and the taste of him in my mouth, the movement against his leg was just enough to spiral out of control.

  Popping my mouth off him, I look up and grin. “Good morning, sexy boy.”

  “Well, good morning to you too, naughty girl.” Beau reaches down and lifts me up to him in one swoop. Face to face, I admire the smile on his lips.

  “That was nice,” he says.

  I know I have him exactly where I want him.

  “My friends want to go out tonight. Will you go with me?”

  “Mmmmm. God, that was amazing, Jenni.” he leans up and kisses me once again. His tongue fights to enter my mouth.

  “Did you hear my question?”

  He mumbles out a yes and goes for my mouth again.

  “So, will you take me?”

  Beau flips me over onto my back and presses down into me. He rubs his nose against mine, then kisses my forehead and then my chin. I’m ready to scream at the man, but he leaves me speechless as he moves down my body, kissing every inch of me. When he gets to my panty line, he gently slides them down my ass and even lower to my knee. Up on my elbows, I watch as he uses his teeth to drag them completely off. He makes eye contact the whole time.

  “Answer me,” I finally demand after my thoughts catch up to me.

  Beau buries his face between my legs, leaving me speechless again. His tongue explores my folds while he nips with his teeth, making me moan and squirm. Moments later, he lifts his head.