FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series)
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They were two peas in a pod and kept me quite entertained with their projects. Currently, they were learning how to restore an old Mustang back to its former glory. By themselves. So, look for the car to be ready sometime in the next fifty years.
“Oh, Charlie will be fine. We might lose a vase or two, but he won’t do anything crazy,” Beau tried to reassure me.
“You sure?”
His blue gaze flickered with doubt. “No, not really. I guess we’re going to have to trust him.”
“Did you talk to him about your expectations?”
“I did. You would have been proud of me. But it can’t hurt to call him and remind our son to be on his best behavior.” He whipped out his cell phone and pulled up his contact list.
“Okay, let’s call him,” I agreed as he pushed the speakerphone option and the phone started ringing.
“Hey, Charlie.”
“Hey, Beau.”
“I’ve got your mom with me and we wanted to give you a call.”
“Are you somewhere on the Atlantic cruising around in that big boat?”
“No, we haven’t left yet. We were callin’ to check in. How’s it going?”
A loud bang went off in the background. “I can’t hear you on the account of the donkey running through the house!”
“What?” we cried together.
“Yeah, he came in with the llama and the hot circus girl.”
All right, he was pulling our leg. “Ha-ha, Charlie. Very funny,” Beau chuckled.
“I had you going there for a second!” Charlie laughed uproariously. “I promise I will take care of the house. No donkeys and no parties. Go have fun, Dad. I’m fine.”
Beau’s face lit up as Charlie called him dad for the first time. “You just made my day, son.”
I put my arm around Beau’s waist as we smiled at each other. “Love you, honey. We’ll call in a few days,” I promised, loving the transformation between Beau and Charlie.
They were my boys.
My sweet boys.
“Love you, Mama. Love you, Dad.”
Beau’s blue gaze filled with tears. “Love you, too, Son.”
Charlie cleared his throat, his voice thick with emotion. “Now, get on that boat and leave me the hell alone before I tell you a corny joke.”
We laughed at his zaniness and wished him well as we hung up.
“That was amazing. He called you dad.” My eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I’m so glad I got to hear that.”
Beau’s eyes were watery too. “Yeah, that was pretty amazing.”
I hugged him close, grateful he was in my life. “I’m forever grateful we found each other, Shepard.”
“Me, too, Sunshine,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
“Mmm. Where should we go first?”
“Let’s sail to London.”
“London? That would be cool.” I suddenly remembered where I wanted to go. “Let’s go to Italy after we visit England. I’ve always wanted to visit Venice.”
“Sure, Sunshine. We’ll go wherever you want.”
“Then let’s get going, Captain.”
He shot me a wicked grin. “Captain?”
“Yeah, you’re just about the sexiest Captain I’ve ever seen. What do you say we consummate our voyage?”
“Consummate? You know I love it when you use big words.” He nuzzled my neck.
“Does it turn you on?”
“Yeah, I love words like angst and consummate. It gets me hot.”
I laughed. “How about coitus?”
“What is that exactly?” he asked, acting as if he didn’t know.
“How about lick...suck...moan?”
“Ooh, now you’re talking my language,” he teased, leaning in for a kiss.
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Check out this excerpt from Micah, The Fierce Falls Hard For Emma, The Brave
Micah:
Emma and honey.
Wicked.
I was game for that.
She asked me to follow her back to her bathroom and I willingly complied. Each time I was with her, there was something new and different to experience. She’d taught me a lot in the last couple of days, and I was eager for my next lesson.
She led me to her extravagant bathroom. It was evident that she had drawn a bath in her tub and placed lots of candles around the room. Emma was getting her romance on. Fine by me. I wasn’t usually one for the tub, but the water did look tempting to my aching muscles.
She came around me then and started to unbutton my shirt. She deftly managed my undressing, handling me like a pro and lulling me with her gentle touch. I liked being taken care of by her. I couldn't recall the last time I let someone do it for me.
When my clothing was gone, she grabbed my hand and led me to the tub. The water was hot as I carefully stepped into it. Classical music played quietly in the background as I stood there passively, steam curling around me.
“Stay like that,” she ordered softly as I stood in the hot water.
“Okay,” I whispered as I watched her get naked through the haze of steam. It gave her an exotic quality, like she was coming to me in a dream. The water gently lapped against my legs, beckoning me to experience its power.
Emma picked up a big jar of honey and joined me in the tub. She opened the container and poured a little on her fingers. I watched as the golden gooeyness flowed down her hand.
She gently licked her finger as she stared longingly at me. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly as she moved her fingers back and forth across her lips.
My cock immediately reacted to the sights and sounds of Emma's little show. She reached out and smeared some honey along my lips. My tongue darted out as she generously licked my mouth.
Tasty.
I was beginning to realize why she liked honey.
I watched as she dipped the jar toward herself, releasing a river of thick, golden liquid. She rubbed it along her breasts as I stared, transfixed.
Holy hell.
That is fuckin' hot.
She licked her finger again as she took in my heated reaction, my cock giving another strong nod of approval.
She leaned forward, tipping the honey jar over my shoulder and baptizing me in a vat of sweetness. The sticky goodness flowed down my body, down my arm, toward my backside, across my abs, and over my hard-on. I couldn’t help but relax lustfully as Emma’s fingers spread the honey all over my skin.
Drip, drip, the honey fell slowly from my warm body into the water.
Very erotic. I was quickly developing a new appreciation for honey.
“Ready?” she asked when we were both coated sufficiently with golden stickiness.
I stared, spellbound by her sweet body, succulently calling to me. “Oh yeah.”
She moved toward me, my hands wrapping around the back of her waist.
We glided smoothly against each other as our sensual feast began.
She li
cked my nipple; I nibbled on her ear.
She tasted my forearm; I licked her inner thigh.
She ran her tongue along my abs; I suckled on her tits.
It went on and on until she sank to her knees, lovingly staring at my hard cock. She looked like a nymph in the water, her glorious tits bobbing gently in the water as she bowed before my dick.
I had waited for this moment.
Wanted it badly.
My dick wagged excitedly in front of her face. “I think Bigboy is anxious for some attention,” she cooed as she dipped her finger into the honey jar next to the tub and brought it back out to the tip of my dick, swirling the sticky sweetness along my shaft. “I can't wait to taste you,” she gushed, putting the head of my cock in her mouth.
I hissed through my teeth, forgetting all about the pain I was in. I swear my cock did a happy dance in her mouth.
Emma knew dick.
She gobbled me up, her mouth heaven. She pushed me deeper, opening her throat over and over, taking more of me each time. She gagged, but was still game. My kind of girl.
My legs quivered as she took me down close to the root. “That's so sweet, Babygirl...keep going,” I groaned.
She teased and tormented, her tongue dancing along the ridges, the underside, and the little V. Her hands performed magic alongside her mouth with gentle tickles, strong pulses, and wicked stroking.
Holy mother of Christ. Fuck.
She kept at it, making me cry out and lose my breath. My legs shook; my balls rose up tightly. In no time flat, my cock wanted to give up the goods. Her tongue hit my sweet spot over and over, making my dick spew.
“Jesus!” I let out on a guttural groan as I came down her throat.
She sucked me dry, suckling on my sensitive cock as it deflated. “Wow, Emma. You've got some mad cock sucking skills, girl.”
“Yeah, I know. I've done a lot of research.”
“Research?” I asked suspiciously, feeling jealous of whoever had experienced her hot, little mouth.
“Not that kind,” she clarified, rolling her eyes at my tone. “I just read books and articles and watched some porn.”
“I didn't know you were such a student of sex, Emma.”
Her blue eyes twinkled flirtatiously. “There's a lot you don't know about me.”
“Yes, that seems so.”
“Now, come join me in this hot water.” She splashed my legs. “Let's get those sore muscles of yours loosened up.”
I plopped down into the tub, relaxed after that awesome blowjob. My muscles gave a huge sigh of relief as they relieved their burden into the hot water.
Emma insisted on sitting behind me as we soaked in the tub. She called it therapy as she pressed her breasts up against my back, her legs gently wrapped around my waist. I was all for that kind of “therapy.”
She ran a loofah along my arm. “Tell me something about your life, Micah. I want to know more about you.”
“There isn't much to tell.”
“Oh, come on. Everybody has stories about their life.”
I wasn't about to explain my life. “Not me. I live simple, Emma.”
She sighed dramatically. “All right then. I'll help you out. What's your favorite food?”
I decided to play along. “Oh, that's easy. Steak.”
“I should have guessed that. Favorite color?”
“Blue.”
“What kind of blue?”
“Hmm...” I considered my options. “The color of your eyes.”
She snorted loudly and laughed. “Oh, that's cheesy. No, I'm serious. Tell me.”
I tickled her foot. “So am I. I like the color of your eyes.” I turned toward her. “They have little specks of gold inside the light blue. They're beautiful.”
She goofily batted her eyelashes at me. “Well then, I guess that will do. Now, tell me something personal.”
I thought about it for a moment. Some part of me wanted to share something real. Something honest.
I stared into her kind eyes. “I had a stutter when I was kid. I hated to talk. It was a nightmare.”
Her baby blues pooled with compassion. “I hate that you suffered when you were a kid.”
I scoffed, undone by the sympathetic look on her face. “Everybody suffers, Emma. It's just a fact of life.”
She put her hands around my cheeks. “That doesn't make it right. I'm sorry things were so hard for you.”
We stared at each other for a long second before I turned back around, feeling exposed and unsure of why I had told her something so traumatic for me.
She wrapped her legs and arms around me again as she laid her head against my shoulder. “You're safe with me, baby.”
Her heartfelt words rocked through me. Something cracked within my armor and Emma's warmth invaded one of my deepest shames, bringing light to a dark place. I leaned back against her, wondering how I was going to walk away from her when she was so good to me.
It was a long time before we got out of the tub, but I would never look at honey the same. It was yet another refreshing evening with Emma. She had successfully seduced me again with her sweet ways, drawing me closer to her.
I couldn't get enough.
I fell into her bed that night, relaxed and satisfied. Again.
As we lay there, I looked over at her angelic face, watching as she slept peacefully next to me.
I sighed heavily.
What am I going to do about you, sweet girl?
~Micah Turner
Micah, The Fierce Falls Hard For Emma, The Brave