Brian parks and we all shuffle out of the SUV. I watch as they take the luggage out of the back and just take in everything around me.
This is seriously the nicest hotel that I’ve stayed in and Beaumont actually apologized to me. I can’t even begin to comprehend the places he’s stayed if he thinks this place is plain.
“Live it up, Hutt. You deserve the best and I think he just may be the man to give it to you,” Laurie murmurs.
I open my mouth to say something, to respond, but Beaumont appears at my side. He hands Laurie a keycard. “Dinner in about two hours, the show is tomorrow, tonight we’re just gonna chill. After dinner, we’ll go back to the bus and you can meet the rest of the guys,” he explains.
“Sounds good to me, have fun, you two, don’t get my bestie pregnant,” she calls out as she walks away from us.
Brian coughs as he tries to cover his laugh. I gasp as Beaumont doesn’t hold back and lets out a guffaw. He slides his arm around my waist and guides me in the complete opposite direction of Laurie.
Brian starts the car behind us and I assume he leaves to go back to the bus. I can’t be bothered to even look. I’m too enraptured by the fact that I’m walking next to Beaumont, in California, after flying first class from Austin. Though, it wasn’t as fancy as I’d seen in the movies, however, I did get a real glass when I ordered my water.
Beaumont unlocks the door to the bedroom and my breath hitches when I see the room. It has a king-size bed, a sofa, a kitchenette, a small table and chairs and a huge balcony—all of which is the nicest I’ve ever seen before, aside from Beaumont’s house in Texas.
That isn’t what has me hitching my breath though.
On the bed, there is a large bag next to a smaller one. And rose petals all over the white comforter. There is also a basket full of what looks like snacks in the middle of the small coffee table.
“Beaumont,” I exhale. He turns around, his dark eyes finding mine and they sparkle so beautifully. “What did you do?” I ask.
He laughs softly, closing the distance between us. “Your first night here, after four weeks. Your first show as my woman.” He dips his chin, his lips hovering above mine. “Our first night alone. I wanted you to feel good. I wanted to treat you to something special. I just want you to be happy, darlin’ girl.”
Smiling, I press my mouth against his then shift back slightly and tip my head back to look up into his eyes. “Being here with you, that’s all I ever need,” I whisper.
He grins, his smile widening even more, his eyes turning to liquid right in front of me. “Yeah, Hutton, I know. Which is why I did this for you, because you don’t expect it. You don’t need it, but fuck, you deserve it and so much more.”
His tongue slips inside of my mouth and he tastes me. His hands go to my hips, his fingers grasp me roughly and he tugs me against his body. I let out a long moan, loving the way that he tastes, the way that he consumes me and owns me.
Beaumont takes a step back, his eyes sparkling and he jerks his chin toward the bed. “I hope I didn’t fuck up,” he chuckles. “Open your bags.”
Closing the distance he put between us, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. “You couldn’t, not ever. Just doing this, it’s more than anyone else has ever done before.”
“Darlin’ girl, get used to gifts. Get used to having whatever your heart desires, because I’m fixin’ to spoil the absolute fuckin’ shit out of you.”
I shake my head, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “I don’t need anything but you, Beaumont. Just you and honestly, that is all that I require.”
He grins. “Which is why I’m aimin’ to give you fuckin’ everything, Hutton. Including me, honesty, trust, fidelity, and any material item your fuckin’ heart desires.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
BEAUMONT
Naked and waiting. Spread and wide-eyed. That is how I always wish that Hutton could be. If I could keep her this way, always, I would. She’s resting up on her elbows, those bright green eyes dancing as she watches me shed my own clothes.
“I can’t believe it’s been four weeks. Fuck, I missed you,” I say as I shove my jeans down my legs and step out of them.
She hums. “Me too, Beaumont.”
Without another word, I practically tackle her, wrapping my arms around her. She lets out a squeal, then giggles as my beard nuzzles her neck. My mouth touches her, and all humor disappears as my lips travel down her skin. Her hands lift, her nails digging into my back as she drags them down.
“Fuck,” I moan.
She shivers in my arms as I roll my hips, sliding my cock through her pussy lips and feeling her wetness coat my dick. Licking her entire neck, I nip her jaw, then move my mouth over to her ear and suck the lobe between my lips.
Hutton shifts her hips, bringing her legs higher and wrapping them around my waist. Her heels dig into the small of my back and I can’t help but imagine what that would feel like with high heels on her feet. Maybe she’ll wear some tonight, put my imagination out of its misery.
Lifting my hips, I align my cock with her center and slowly sink inside of her. She lets out a long moan when I’m fully seated in her wet heat. Moving my hands, I push up and straighten my arms so that I can look down into her eyes.
Her lips are parted, her eyes closed and her neck is arched. I stare at her for a moment in awe. Fuck, I can’t believe that she’s mine, that she’s here with me.
Finally, fucking finally, I feel whole. I also feel like this shit could go bad at any second, there is this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, just waiting for this to implode. Nothing in my personal life has ever gone smoothly, not once, not like this.
“Beaumont,” she breathes. “I missed you, missed this, missed everything.”
I grunt, pulling out until just the head of my dick is inside of her, then slowly sink down until I’m buried as deep as I can fucking get.
Dropping my chin, I touch my lips to hers. “Quiet, darlin’,” I growl against her mouth.
She makes me fucking feel so goddamn much. I’m going to come too soon if she keeps talking about how much she missed me, especially since I’ve fucked nothing but my hand for a month. She smiles against my mouth and thankfully shuts the fuck up.
I thrust inside of her a few more times. I can’t stay like this for too long, I’m about to blow my fucking load. I’m about to lose my shit and there’s no way that I can do that to her, not after four fucking weeks.
Regretfully, I pull out of her, then roll onto my back. Scooting back, sitting up against the headboard, bracing myself for what is to come. I want to see all of her on top of me again, sinking down on my dick, taking me inside of her and finding her pleasure.
“C’mon darlin’ girl, climb up here and give a show.” I grin.
“You’re frustrating,” she sighs as she does what I ask.
I watch her tits sway with each move she makes as she crawls over my legs, spreading her thighs and taking my dick into her hand. I let out a groan as she sinks down along my length. Reaching out, I cup her tits in my hands, feeling their weight. Fucking shit, I missed this so goddamn much.
“Ride me, Hutton. Make yourself come. I want to fucking watch you, darlin’.”
She shivers, placing her hands on my chest and begins to roll her hips. Her eyes find mine. I watch her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she moves. My hand slides between our connection and I touch her clit with my thumb.
“Beau,” she exhales.
Smirking, I watch her. Her trepidation completely vanishes as she loses herself. I continue to play with her clit, my other hand wraps around her hip and I squeeze her as I watch. Clenching my teeth, I inhale through my nose and try to keep from losing my load too early.
She moves her hands to my shoulders, her fingers gripping me, her nails digging into my flesh. Shifting my head forward, I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard bud.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as her thighs shake against my hips.
Grinn
ing around her tit, I flick her nipple one more time before my teeth slowly sink into her flesh and I suck her in even deeper. Hutton’s head falls back, her spine arches pressing her closer to me, and her cunt clamps down around my dick.
“Yes, oh God,” she repeats as her entire body goes rigid.
Releasing her tit, I wrap my hands around her hips and use her body to jack my cock. My eyes focus on hers, watching as her tits sway, as she lifts her head and those demanding green eyes meet mine.
Each stroke feels like fucking heaven as she watches me. It doesn’t take long, maybe a half a dozen strokes before I pull her down, as hard as I can, my hips thrusting up, as I empty myself deep inside of her.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I tug her down so that her chest presses against mine. She buries her face against my neck and lets out a long sigh. Running my fingers up and down her back, I sigh as well.
“Maybe I won’t let you go back home,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the side of her head.
She laughs softly, touching her mouth to my neck. “Okay, but you’ll have a mob of angry women with bad hair after you.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I chuckle, my body shaking and unfortunately our connection is lost. Holding her tighter, I continue to laugh softly. “I don’t want any part of that, darlin’,” I mutter.
“You really don’t. Women can be ruthless if you mess with their hair,” she says, her voice and tone completely serious.
I hum, closing my eyes and allowing myself to just enjoy the moment in its entirety. We both stay like this until it’s time to get up and get ready for dinner. Brian texts me to make sure we’re still on and I confirm, then toss my phone to the nightstand.
Once Hutton is sound asleep against my neck, I think about shifting her off of my body and walking over to the table with my tablet to write some lyrics. Once again, in her arms, I’m inspired to write. I don’t. Maybe tonight, but right now, holding her, I’m too fucking at peace to even think of moving.
HUTTON
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I bite the corner of my lip. Turning my body to the side, I press my palm flat against my belly. The dress I have on is tighter than I normally wear, black and short.
It’s my only little black dress and judging by the town we’re in, I think it could be a little too much for anywhere we could possibly be going for dinner.
“Hutton, darlin’, Brian’s here,” Beaumont calls out.
I can’t stop the small smile on my lips that forms just from hearing his voice. Turning around on my gold high heels, I reach for the doorknob and gently twist it, then open the door.
I’m wearing my dark blonde hair down with messy beach waves. My makeup is darker than normal, but I forego lipstick, knowing that I’ll be kissing Beaumont as often as possible.
Beaumont is standing just a few feet from me, his dark washed jeans, crisp white button-down shirt, boots, and dark eyes pointed directly at me.
My knees shake, they attempt to go out from underneath me, but I get ahold of myself before they do. Beaumont looks every bit the sexy celebrity going out to dinner tonight, with a little bit of Texas flare, that I don’t think any person born and raised in the great state could ever completely give up.
Lifting my arm, I tuck some of his longer hair behind his ear, then let my fingers skim down his jawline. “You’ve let your hair and your beard grow,” I murmur.
He grunts, closing the distance between us. His arm wraps around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. Lifting my hands, I place them against his pec and tilt my head back to look into his eyes.
“I have, may keep it for the tour, then let you do whatever you want to it when I get home.”
“Home,” I whisper.
He dips his chin, his mouth touching mine. “Home, with you. Home.” He breathes as his lips brush against my own.
My breath hitches, my eyes flutter closed and I spend a second to just soak up his closeness, his scent, his presence before I open my eyes and take a step back.
“It’s a good look, I may not want you to cut it at all.” I grin.
He chuckles, holding out his hand, I slip mine inside and together, hand-in-hand, we make our way out of the hotel. Laurie and Brian are standing next to the SUV, both chatting with smiles on their faces.
When they sense our presence, they turn toward us and Laurie’s brow arches at my outfit, while Brian’s gaze shifts to the ground.
“You two clean up nicely, after an afternoon of fucking, that is.” Laurie grins.
“Laurie,” I hiss as Brian coughs.
Beaumont looks down at me. I know without a doubt that my face is bright red. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, shifting his gaze over to Laurie. He levels her with a look that has her taking a step back.
“Too much?” she asks, her voice a bit softer than usual.
“Too much,” he confirms.
She shrugs, then shifts her gaze from him to me. “Sorry, babe.”
“It’s okay,” I mutter.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Brian clears his throat. “Ready?” Brian asks. “Found this steakhouse, it’s supposed to be really good,” he murmurs.
The four of us load up in the SUV. Once again, us girls sit in the back and the guys in the front. I’m surprised that Beaumont isn’t wearing his shades and hat, but I’m glad to see his hair and eyes. I don’t like him incognito, but I understand why he has to do it.
“Have you showed him the ring and the guitar pick yet?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not going to.” I shrug.
Her eyes move over to him, then back to me. “You need to. Don’t be stupid, Hutton. That woman isn’t right and he should at least know that she came to you.”
“We don’t know who it is,” I explain.
Laurie snorts. “We damn well do know who it is. I could ask him Chelle’s real name right now and then you’d know. Would you tell him then?” she whispers.
“No,” I snap. “I’m only here for a few days. The last thing I want to do is talk about Chelle,” I sigh.
“Hutton, she could be really mentally disturbed. I think you should say something.”
I inhale a deep breath then let it out on a groan. “I will, after the tour is done and he’s back, I’ll say something.”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something more then snaps it closed. I don’t want to hear it, not anymore, and I’m glad that she stops. Yes, that woman wasn’t right, but all she did was leave me some mementos from her past with Beaumont and a note.
We don’t say anything else and I’m sure that she’s mad at me, but I don’t know if I really care too much. I’m too happy being with Beaumont, traveling like I’ve never done before and just being in the moment. The last thing that I want to do is to have any of this ruined with talk or the memory of Chelle.
As soon as the SUV pulls up to the front of a big, old, two-story building, I glance down at my lap, then back toward the building. It looks like it’s about a hundred years old and about to cave in completely.
I definitely overdressed for this little town, but I am with a famous rock star, so maybe it doesn’t matter.
Beaumont opens the door for me, holding his hand palm up and as soon as my fingers slide into his warm hand, I completely forget about Chelle. Lifting my eyes to look into his dark gaze, everything else in the world completely melts away.
The only thing that matters right now is me and him. Just the two of us. The rest of the world is just a distant memory. That is, until I hear a woman’s loud squeal.
We’re standing on the sidewalk, right next to the front door entrance and freeze. Turning my head, I look around his shoulder and see two women and two men standing just a few feet away from us, both of the women have their phones out and pointed in our direction.
“Oh my God, it’s Brian and Beaumont,” one cries.
“Oh, fuck,” Brian mutters.
Beaumont turns around, wrapping his hand ar
ound my waist and dips his chin to touch his mouth against the side of my head before he releases me and makes his way toward them. Both men square their shoulders and both women stare slack-jawed at them.
I freeze, just like the women, waiting to see what will happen next. Beaumont, the ever so charismatic man that he is, walks right up to them and introduces himself. I watch as the women practically swoon, then within seconds, they’re taking selfies. He even includes their dates, and by the time he walks away from them and back to my side, they’re laughing like good friends.
“You ready to eat?” he asks as soon as he’s in front of me again.
Grinning, I rise to my toes and touch my mouth against his. “You amaze me, Beaumont.”
He grunts, and together the four of us walk into the restaurant, which looks exactly the same on the inside as it does the outside, minutes away from being condemned. By the time we walk out, our bellies are full and I swear it’s the best steakhouse I’ve ever eaten at.
Chapter Twenty-Six
BEAUMONT
As soon as we finish eating and arrive at the bus, Brian disappears with his phone to his ear. He knows what he has to do to ensure that his wife doesn’t think he’s doing anything he isn’t supposed to be when those pictures that the people at dinner took no doubt go viral.
His wife is probably one of the nicest women that I know, but even the sweetest and most secure partner on the planet would see leaked pictures of her man with another woman and question it. I know that I sure as fuck would.
Wrapping my hand around Hutton’s, I gently tug her behind me as we walk toward the parked bus. Austin and Jesse know we’re coming, so hopefully they’ll be on their best behavior, though with how they’ve been acting lately, I’m not quite sure how that will even be.
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