Sweet Renegade

by Large, Andria

  *Lizette*

  After going to the bathroom, I stand in front of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. My heart is still racing and I’m not sure if it’s from the out-of-this-world sex I’ve just had or the feelings rushing through me. My blonde hair is a mess and definitely shows the evidence of what just went on. My eyeliner is smudged under my eyes and my lips are a bit swollen from Beau’s delicious kisses. I push my fingers through my hair, trying to comb it out some. I can’t believe I just took Beau’s virginity. What the hell was I thinking?

  I don’t know how long I spend in the bathroom collecting myself, but when I walk out, Beau has rolled over onto his stomach and is snoring quietly. I smile softly. He’s so cute. I stop next to the bed and gaze down at him. The pillow he’s clutching against his chest half hides his face. He is facing away from me with his toned bare ass tilted slightly in my direction. His knee his bent slightly and he just looks so sexy lying there naked.

  I sigh, sadness filling my heart. I am not looking forward to the end of our month together. Not only am I going to hurt Beau, but I am also going to hurt myself. I can’t deny that I’m falling for him. And with the way Beau looked at me while in the throes of passion, I’m pretty sure that he’s already in love with me. I turn out the light then climb onto the bed and snuggle up against his warm back, slipping my arm around his waist. Beau sucks in a sharp breath and shifts slightly under me.

  “Shit, did I fall asleep? I’m sorry,” he murmurs in a gravelly, sleep-laden voice.

  “It’s okay, it’s late, go back to sleep,” I whisper, kissing the back of his shoulder and stroking his tight stomach.

  He grunts and almost immediately falls back to sleep. I kiss the back of his shoulder again and slip my hand up so that it’s resting just over his heart. I feel the steady beat and the deep, slow breaths he’s taking and start to hate myself for what I’m going to do to him in twenty-seven days.

  Chapter Seven

  *Lizette*

  I wake with a start when a loud ringing breaks through my dream. I glance around the dark room, briefly not remembering where I am. Then I hear Beau’s voice grumble next to me. Last night flashes through my mind, my body immediately responds, and I have to stifle a groan. We had sex another three times during the night. Beau just couldn’t seem to get enough. As the ringing continues, the bed shifts next to me, and I look through the dim morning light to his side of the bed. He stands, takes a step, and then bends over at the waist to rifle through his jeans for his phone, giving me an uninhibited view of the heavy sac hanging between his legs. Holy mother of god, that’s hot!

  The urge to go over there and shove my face between his legs from behind is almost too much. Jesus Christ, I have definitely gone too long without sex. But then again, Beau is that sexy and he doesn't have to knowingly do anything to turn me on. I can’t take it anymore. I quickly crawl across the bed and silently slide off the edge. On my knees behind Beau, who still can’t seem to find his phone, I grab his thighs and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

  He shouts in surprise and jumps away from me. He spins around to gape at me. His breathing quickened from being startled. His blue eyes widen and his jaw drops open.

  “Lizette!” he exclaims in disbelief.

  I burst out laughing at his reaction and the look on his face. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself!”

  Beau’s lip twitches as he fights off a smile. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

  I just laugh as my eyes wander over the stupendously naked man in front of me. Still on my knees, I shuffle the couple of feet, closing the distance between us. His heated gaze follows me. He obviously knows what I intend to do because he grows hard, and by the time I slide my hands up his legs, his cock is pointing directly at my face. Well, it actually curves up, so it’s more like pointing over my head.

  Beau sucks in a sharp breath when I dip my head, going after his balls again. I pull one into my mouth and suck on it lightly before letting it pop out to move on to the other one. He curses above me and I lift my eyes to see that his head is back, eyes are closed, and his sexy lips are parted. Now, that is a sight to be seen right there - a beautiful man overcome with pleasure.

  I lick a line up the underside of his cock from base to tip. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen a prettier penis. He is cut, so none of that ugly foreskin. He’s long and thick and like I said before, he curves up slightly, which is perfect for hitting a woman’s G-spot. I doubt he would like it if I told him he has a pretty penis, though, so I’ll just keep that one to myself.

  I am just about to take him fully into my mouth when his phone starts ringing again. Beau groans in annoyance. I grab his jeans off the floor and fish around in the pockets to find his phone. Once found, I hand it to him. He glances at the screen before swiping his finger across it and putting it to his ear.

  “Hey, man,” he answers.

  Guessing it’s one of the other guys, I go back to what I was doing. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before pulling it into my mouth. Beau gasps, his hand landing in my hair, fingers curling and gripping it tightly.

  Beau swallows hard. “No, no, I’m fine…what time are y’all meetin’ for breakfast?”

  I glance up to see him staring down at me, his eyes wild. The hand in my hair is helping me keep the rhythm that he wants. I glide one hand up to his hip while I use the other to cup his balls. He hums his approval, biting his bottom lip.

  “I’m…uh…not doing anything,” he stutters into the phone sounding as if he can barely think straight, which he probably can’t. “No…just…shit…I’m just laying here, not really awake yet,” he lies.

  I fight off a smile and continue to suck his cock. I can tell that he’s getting close because his breathing has picked up and the hand in my hair has tightened. I decide to really throw him for a loop, so I pull a breath in through my nose, and as I move down over his shaft again, I keep going until my nose touches his stomach.

  “Ah, fuck! I gotta go!” Beau cries and hangs up the phone before tossing it on the bed.

  He reaches down and tangles that hand in my hair, his hips starting to buck. “Damn, Lizzie…I’m so close,” he breathes.

  I hum, letting him know that I heard him. His whole body shudders and I’m loving every minute of pleasuring him. I love how he responds to me. I glance up again to find him watching intently. His face is a mask of utter ecstasy. So sexy.

  I continue to watch his face as I suck him. His hands tighten even more in my hair, almost painfully, and it feels like his cock gets even bigger, if that’s possible. I know he’s on the verge and I am dying to see him go over the edge, so I pull in another breath and deep throat him again, this time swallowing around him. That’s all it takes. Beau shouts incoherently as he comes down my throat. I make sure to milk him dry before letting him go.

  On wobbly legs, Beau makes his way over to the bed and sits down on it. “Goddamn, baby, that was insane,” he huffs, rubbing his face with one hand.

  I get to my feet and stand in front of him. He immediately reaches out to grab the back of my thighs. “I’m glad you liked it,” I say, smiling sweetly down at him.

  “I loved it, it felt so good. I think that was the best blow job I’ve ever gotten,” he moans, pulling me onto his lap and kissing me softly.

  “Who was on the phone?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “Dean. He said that they’re all meeting for breakfast in twenty minutes,” he murmurs, stealing another small kiss.

  “Alright, well I guess we should get ready then.” I sigh, not really wanting Beau to have to get dressed; he looks so much better naked.

  Just then, my cell phone starts ringing. I roll my eyes as I climb off Beau’s lap and crawl across the bed to the nightstand on the opposite side. I pick it up and sees that it’s Dean. I answer it as I lie down on my stomach.

  “Good morning, Dean.”

  “Morning, Lizette. We’re gonna meet down in the lobby in
twenty so we can get some breakfast at the restaurant before having to leave,” Dean says.

  “Isn’t it my job to organize these kinds of things?” I tease.

  He chuckles. “Yes, but I’m starving and I can’t wait for you to organize something.”

  I laugh. “Okay, see you soon.”

  “Yup,” Dean says then hangs up.

  I hang up and set the phone down. I glance over my shoulder to see Beau looking at my ass like a dog who sees a bone it wants. I’m tempted to move to my knees and tell him to fuck me, but we really don’t have the time. So, being good this time, I roll over and slip off the bed. I go over to the dresser where I set my clothes and start to get dressed. Beau follows my example and goes to his suitcase to pick out clothes.

  Once dressed, we both brush our teeth and I brush out my hair and redo my makeup. Beau gives me one more sweet kiss before we head out, knowing he won’t get the chance to kiss or touch me until that night when we get to be alone again.

  *Beau*

  I can’t help the stupid grin that’s been plastered on my face all damn day. Not only did I lose my virginity, but I also lost it to Lizette, the woman I am so in love with. And Christ, it was un-fucking-believable! It was better than I had been expecting. Then her antics this morning lead me to believe that my girl is a freak in the bedroom. I still can’t believe that she came at me from behind while I was bent over.

  The five of us are standing backstage at The Ellen DeGeneres Show, waiting to perform. We already did a small interview before the commercial break and now we are going to sing one of our new singles, a ballad, called “Love Me.” I am shuffling back and forth, trying to work off some of my nerves. No matter how many times I’ve done this, I still get nervous. I shake out my hands and jump up and down a couple of times. Each guy has their own thing that they do. Roland closes his eyes and sings the song to himself, making sure that he remembers all of the words. Dean always does extra vocal warm ups. Ace twirls the cross that’s around his neck between his fingers and says a silent prayer. And Everett has to flip the mic’s on/off switch ten times.

  Dean has been looking at me funny all day, probably wondering what the hell I’m smiling about. Ace has only been able to smile knowingly and shake his head, he obviously knows I had sex, but he doesn’t know with whom. Roland and I haven’t really been speaking much to each other, so he has just been ignoring me all day. And Everett, well…he’s as clueless as always, lost in his own head, poor guy.

  “So? How was it?” Ace asks me quietly as he sidles up next to me.

  “No words, man, no words,” I reply, shaking my head, still in awe of it all.

  Ace chuckles. “Nice, dude. I’m happy for you.”

  I smile. “Thanks.”

  “So, was the chick waiting in your room or something? Because you stayed back to help Lizette out of the van…” Ace starts, and as he realizes what he’s saying, his eyes widen. “No fucking way!” he practically shouts, putting two and two together.

  Shit!

  I grab his arm and quickly pull him aside, knowing that we only have a few minutes until we have to go on. I get in his face, overwhelmed with panic at what he might say to the other guys.

  “Ace, please, you can’t say anything,” I beg softly.

  He stares at me in shock. “I’m just…wow. I never thought that she would go out with you, let alone sleep with you,” he says.

  I rake a hand down my face. “It’s complicated; please just promise me that you won’t say anything.”

  “I want a better explanation later,” Ace says, giving me a pointed look.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  Ace nods. “Alright then, I promise not to say anything.”

  “Thank you.”

  Ellen introduces us, giving us our cue to walk out from behind the curtain. I take my spot in between Everett and Dean. I check to make sure that my earpieces are snug as I scan the front row where Lizette is supposed to be sitting. I spot her and give her a small smile and a wink. She smiles back, making my heart flutter. The crowd is screaming so loudly that if I didn’t have my earpieces in, I wouldn’t have heard the music start.

  Dean starts the first verse, with Roland harmonizing some of the words with him. I sing the second verse with Ace harmonizing with me. Then we all sing the chorus together, our voices coming together and sounding amazing like they always do when we sing as a group.

  *Lizette*

  “Love Me” is my favorite Renegade song. And it might just be because Beau gets to hit the biggest note in the song. I can’t help but watch him as he sings. I am in love with his voice. He is like the Brian Littrell of Renegade. Even though he’s singing pop music, he still keeps just a hint of his country twang, which I find so sexy. And whenever he sings something in falsetto, he gives me goose bumps. All of the guys have amazing voices, but Beau has always been my favorite, even before becoming his girlfriend and sleeping with him.

  Beau chose to go casual with his outfit today, wearing dark jeans, a fitted vintage steely blue V-neck T-shirt, white sneakers, and a white baseball cap, which he put on backward. He looks laid back and of course, sexy. His defined chest is apparent from the way his shirt stretches tightly over it. His biceps bulge every time he moves his arms and his jeans are snug enough to know that his thighs are thick with muscle.

  My lower belly flip-flops and things down low clench as I think about last night and this morning. Damn it! He’s turning me into some kind of nympho. I’ve never wanted sex so much in my life. Not even when I was in any of my previous relationships.

  After the song finishes, the crowd goes crazy, and Ellen breaks for a commercial. I head backstage to meet up with the guys. I get to the dressing room and knock before walking in. The guys are littered all over the small room. Beau is sitting with Ace on the small couch that is against one wall. When our eyes meet, he gives me a loving, almost shy grin. It makes my heart pound and fall just a little bit more for him.

  “You guys did great!” I smile. I get a round of “Thank You’s” from the guys before continuing. “You have a meet and greet in about ten minutes, then we head home tomorrow afternoon. You have the rest of the day and night to do whatever you want. Just don’t do anything stupid,” I say, giving Ace a pointed look.

  Ace gives me innocent eyes. “Why are you looking at me?” he asks with a devious smirk.

  I give him a “Get real” look. “Because you like to get into trouble and end up in the tabloids.”

  Ace feigns being offended. “I would never!” He gasps.

  I chuckle and shake my head.

  The meet and greet is something that a couple of lucky Ellen fans have won during the show. They get to come backstage and meet with the guys, get autographs, and take pictures. When it is time, the guys all file into another room, where the two women are waiting. I stand off to the side and watch.

  The women squeal and jump up and down. They are both cute and I feel my hackles rise as one practically jumps into Beau’s arms. He laughs and gives her a squeeze before she moves onto Dean, and the other chick wraps her arms around Beau. I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. I can’t believe that I’m jealous of fans. But seriously, two other women hugging my man and pressing their bodies up against his really irritates the hell out of me.

  After the first chick finishes hugging all of the guys, she goes back to Beau. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we are really getting to meet you guys!” She gushes.

  She hands him a copy of their newest CD that’s not out yet - which Ellen provided them - and a Sharpie. Beau gives her a genuine smile and a wink.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks as he signs the CD case.

  “Anita,” she says excitedly.

  “Anita, that’s a pretty name. I’m glad that I had the chance to meet you, also,” Beau says sweetly, handing her back the CD and marker, before leaning in to give her another hug and kiss on the cheek.

  Anita blushes and giggles breathily as she continues down the
line with her CD. I try my best not to sneer at the poor fans, but it’s seriously hard when there is another woman touching your boyfriend. Dammit! What is he doing to me?

  His eyes suddenly lift to meet mine, as if he can sense my jealousy. He gives me a smug grin as the other fan steps up to him. I narrow my eyes at him as he signs her CD.

  “And what’s your name?” he asks.

  “Kristy,” she supplies with a huge grin.

  “Nice to meet you, Kristy,” Beau drawls with a cute smirk before giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “You, too!” she practically squeals. “Aw, shit, I’m never washing my face again!”