This is a compilation of Beau & Collins' night together. Contains spoilers for those who haven't finished the book.

B E A U

My palms were sweaty.

Knees weak.

Arms heavy.

Goddamn, I was a walking, talking, breathing—well, barely breathing—Eminem song right now. Minus the vomit on my sweater of course. And thank fucking god for that because my date was already making her way up the stairs toward me, all sophisticated and gorgeous. And very much looking like she wouldn't be the type of person to go out with someone who had remnants of their mom's spaghetti down their front.

Not that Momma Martin would even make spaghetti. Well, maybe she would. As long as it could be paired with at least three other courses. Maybe two.

Shit, focus. Stop thinking about your mom while you're on a date. Think about her, you asshole.

She wore the red one. Somehow I'd known she was going to wear the red dress. Out of all the ones I'd sent her as options, that one stuck out the most. Begged to be put on and showcased at a gala like this one. Only the best for the Cardairel Hotel. Only the best for Collins Bryant, this beauty I didn't even know.

But I was going to know her soon.

Holy hell, I was going to give Bren my Range Rover. That was it. I'd decided. He deserved it after setting me up with this girl. She glanced up at me with those dark, melting eyes, and something flipped on inside me. A light switch? No, not even close. A flame torch would be more like it. And not just any torch but like...a special one. Yep, the Olympic-mother-fucking-torch was burning up my body from the inside out.

An opening ceremony raged on inside me, and my heart was the host. Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I rubbed at my chest, needing the thumping in it to chill out with the celebrations. This was just the beginning, and Olympic event number one was coming right up.

Just say hello. Introduce yourself. Be cool, dude.

"Hey."

C O L L I N S

He should be a model.

Bren said his girlfriend described this guy that way. That he should be a model.

And my god, she wasn't wrong.

She was also pissed. At me.

Well, not so much me. More Bren. And rightfully so. If I'd known she didn't realize I was coming tonight, I would have never shown up. It was so long ago, that high school era when I hooked up with Bren and other guys just to dull some kind of pain. And sure, we had a connection, but it had nothing to do with sex or romance or anything like that.

I was so far from a threat to Madie and Bren's relationship. But of course, she couldn't see that right now; she just saw her boyfriend walking up with his ex-fuck-buddy. I didn't blame her. I shouldn't have let Bren set me up with his friend. I should have stayed home. Alone. Like I usually did to keep from hurting other people.

Although, then I wouldn't have met him.

Was it possible he was a model? I mean, it would explain how he'd afforded to send five freaking designer dresses to my door with a note to pick out the one I liked best for our date. Who does that? What kind of college kid does that?

The answer was pretty clear now that I was here: Beau Martin wasn't a kid. He might have a boyish charm to him, but the minute he looked me over and gave me a crooked grin from the top of the stairs, I knew.

Goddamnit.

"Hey," he'd murmured.

I'd taken a deep breath. Summoned a smile. I was a bit out of practice with dating.

Okay, it was possible this was my first date. Ever. Like officially, anyway.

"Hey. You must be Beau?"

His smile had grown.

"Damn right I am."

B E A U

"I can spike your drink if you want."

Collins' big, beautiful eyes immediately got even bigger, and I grimaced.

"That came out wrong," I rushed to say. "That came out way wrong. I meant with alcohol, not with, you know, drugs."

She smiled, more gracious than I deserved. "It's always so reassuring when a date admits they don't want to drug me."

I bit down on an embarrassed grin. "Yeah, you're welcome for that."

Picking up her glass from the dinner table, Collins raised a brow.

"So alcohol, you say? What do you got?"

I pulled out the mini flasks I had stuffed in my pocket earlier. A fancy-ass gala deserved fancy-ass drinks, and if there was anything I was good at, it was coming prepared to serve them.

"What do you want?"

C O L L I N S

I wasn't sure if it was the ballroom, the boy, or the alcohol, but sparklers were going off beneath my skin. Hot and tingly prickles that were just the start of something bigger.

It had been about an hour since Bren and Madie had finished fighting over their miscommunication—which revolved entirely around me—and I finally relaxed into my chair.

Before that, I used Beau's alcohol to calm my nerves. I didn't like unresolved conflict, and it had been floating in the air like a weapon waiting to be unloaded.

But now...Now, I could fully enjoy myself. Turning to the side, I caught Beau's gaze before it flicked away from my face. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed him staring tonight, but it didn't make me uncomfortable. It made me feel...wanted. Like he was glad that I came with tonight. Like I was glad I came.

He wasn't upset at all about the drama my appearance at this gala had caused. If anything, he found it amusing. He'd laughingly cursed at Bren beneath his breath more than once.

Beau reached for his glass, which I knew was as spiked as mine. He twirled it in his grasp with deft fingers, and I frowned, realizing it was still completely full.

"Why haven't you touched your drink?" I asked.

"Afraid I really did spike yours with something other than alcohol?" Beau grinned, immediately lifting his glass to his lips. And then he watched me over the rim of it while he took a sip, proving he wasn't hiding a damn thing.

I laughed, shaking my head. No, I hadn't been concerned.

Still smiling, he nodded toward Madie, who was tugging Bren out of the ballroom with a wicked gleam in her eye, and then Nessa, who was scowling at a handsome man who'd just come to sit next to her, taking her date's spot. The date that had ditched her.

"The last couple of months on campus, it's just been me, Madie, and Nessa. I've gotten in the habit of waiting to drink until I see how much trouble the girls are gonna be for the night," Beau said.

He took another sip, carefully eying my glass, which was nearly empty. When he looked back at me, he winked.

"Someone's gotta stay sober."

B E A U

I watched as the confident piano man lured Nessa out onto the dance floor, grinning to myself.

Girl was trying so damn hard not to be happy about the situation she was in right now, but I saw right through it. He'd swooped in like a savior, and as much as Nessa might insist that she didn't need saving, she was trying way too hard to hide her grin.

Grayson saved me, too. Honestly. Madie was off with Bren, Nessa was occupied with him, and now I could focus on my date.

My gaze swept back to Collins, only to find her squinting at me.

"Are you a model?"

I snorted. "Am I a model?"

"Yeah, you know. People who pose for money."

"I love how you just complimented me and then insulted my intelligence in under thirty seconds."

She gave me a slight, secretive grin. The booze had been working its way through her; I could tell. And so far, being tipsy only made her more adorable.

"Just trying to keep you on your toes, Beau."

I leaned back in my chair, grinning at her. "I can appreciate that."

Collins took another sip of her drink, and I took a steadying breath when her eyes didn't leave mine. She was making me feel drunker than any alcohol ever had.

"You didn't answer my question," she pointed out.

Laughing, I shook my head. "No, I'm not a model."

A perfect eyebrow raised. "You could be."

Maybe it was time to cut her off.

C O L L I N S

When was the last time I laughed this much?

Never. The answer was quite simply never.

Someone put Beau Martin into my life to make me smile again; I was so sure of it. Maybe I had Bren to thank for that, or maybe it was someone else. It didn't matter who, but all of the alcohol coursing through my body allowed me to revel in this moment without thinking about how I wouldn't get to keep him.

I wanted to keep him.

Golden retriever energy combined with that sneaky little twinkle in his eye promising a few secrets, a few moments of rebellion and delight—it didn't exist anywhere but in this guy.

"Now where the hell did you get champagne?" I asked, giggling ridiculously when he poured me the tiniest of glasses. If he thought I hadn't realized that he'd been slowly cutting me off, he was dead wrong.

Mischief danced in his grin. "Don't you worry 'bout it."

I wasn't worried. I wasn't worried about anything right now.

We clinked our glasses together, and bubbles cascaded down my throat. When I set down the champagne flute, Beau cleared his throat.

"Does the pretty lady dance?"

Laughing, I ignored how my face flushed. Hot. Prickly. "She does when she's got drinks in her."

Beau seemed pleased with my answer. His lips curved as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and then held out his hand. Without hesitation, I took it, wrapping my fingers around his for the first time.

B E A U

With relative confidence and only slightly sweaty palms, I led Collins out onto the dance floor. But all my plans to share a few carefree dances with this girl flew out the window when we faced each other, and she grabbed the end of my tie, reeling me in toward her.

I choked on air.

Give my dick a warning before you do something as hot as that, will ya, sweetheart?

With a sly grin, Collins melted into my arms when I wrapped them around her, and I had to force myself not to pull her in all the way. I needed a little space here. A bit of room to get my shit together, or else my body was going to get mixed signals about what was happening.

Dancing. We were dancing. Just dancing. Dancing was innocent and—

Her hands were tangling into my hair, and was I...was I having a heart attack? Oh god, and now her breasts were brushing up against my chest, and that panicking heart of mine was definitely not the only throbbing body part.

In a last-ditch effort to calm my nerves, I looked at the ceiling. Anywhere but her.

The lights were dim now, the atmosphere rich and moody. The elegance of the ballroom combined with the music's heady bass caused a clash of romance and sex, and I was getting sucked between both of them.

Disaster? Miracle?

Time would only tell.

C O L L I N S

Wow. I really hadn't known what to expect, but Beau could dance. Like really dance. I mean, sure, he stumbled a little bit at first, but I was fairly certain that was more from the fact that I'd surprised him with my enthusiasm than anything else.

To be honest, I was surprising myself.

But something about this night made me want to let go. Beau was infectious—his happiness and smile and charm. I wanted to bottle up the way he made me feel so I could take it with me when the clock struck twelve.

I shouldn't let myself indulge. That annoying, nagging thought was very clear in the back of my mind, judging me for letting my guard down. But all I wanted was one night. One night without thinking about Denver or the lawsuit or any of that shit. One night when I could just live.

So when I blinked up to find Beau watching me with a dark, intense gaze, I encouraged it. All of it.

"Fuck," he muttered, his eyes lowering to my mouth. Lingering there. "I really want to kiss you. Like mega-super-definitely want to kiss you. Like—"

I shut him up by crashing my lips to his.

B E A U

It felt like someone had put a whole-body binding spell on me, and I didn't know how to break free from it. Imagine that, considering there wasn't a single drop of magic in my blood. My eleventh birthday came and went without a snowy white owl showing up on my doorstep, and it sure wasn't about to show up now.

Collins, though. Collins must have some kind of beautiful witchery in her veins because she had damn near stunned me with this kiss.

When I didn't reciprocate—too busy marveling over the soft feeling of her lips and her warm, curved body beneath my hands—she pulled back.

"Beau?"

Self-doubt traced the edges of her irises, and it snapped me back to action.

Weaving my fingers into her hair, I dipped my head. We weren't done. We weren't even close to being done. "Sorry, you took me by surprise."

Her brows pulled together. "You said you wanted to kiss me. So I kissed you."

Yeah, when she put it like that it made me sound fucking ridiculous. But there was a part of me that honestly hadn't even realized I'd mumbled those words aloud. About wanting to kiss her. This girl made me lose all my goddamn sense.

"Kiss me again," I groaned. "I'm ready this time."

Collins' grin slipped between her teeth like she was amused and nervous all at once. And even though those lips had just been pressed against mine, the anticipation was killing me. I needed them. I needed to feel them again, like really feel them. Kiss the shit out of them.

I slipped my hand down to the nape of her neck, beckoning her closer. Our noses brushed as music I couldn't place urged our bodies to rock together. I didn't care what song it was though as long as it had a beat I could use to grind against her. My free arm wound itself tighter around her waist because I didn't want a single space between us. Not a single little bit of air was allowed to separate me from Collins Bryant. You hear that, air? I will fucking come for you if you get in my way.

And then she made this throaty noise, and I damn near died. Slipping a finger beneath her chin, I whispered across her lips.

"Kiss me, Collins. Please."

"Well." She exhaled, and my eyes fluttered shut. "I suppose since you said please..."

I grinned despite myself.

The next time someone begged tonight, it would be her.

Because sparks did not fly when we kissed. Sparks were for people who had inklings of chemistry. A fizzle, right?

Collins and I did not have an inkling of chemistry. We had PhDs in that shit. Toss me a white coat and call me a scientist because suddenly I felt like an unstoppable expert. In chemistry. And kissing Collins Bryant.

She kissed me slowly this time. Torturously slow. My mouth roved over hers in a bold exploration that I knew would get me into trouble.

And quickly.

Yep, I was massively turned on. Heat blazed up and down my spine. Collins' tongue flicked against mine, doing its own little dance that was making it really hard for me to control myself. When I grabbed the back of her head to keep her mouth attached to mine, deepening the kiss, she moaned. It echoed inside me as she tugged at my tie, anchoring us together.

I had no idea how to stop. Absolutely no idea how to slow this down.

"Collins," I groaned, a warning of sorts. For both of us to get our shit together.

But instead of releasing my tie and stepping away like I was half-hoping she'd have the ability to do—since I didn't—Collins used her hold on me to start marching us toward the door.

"A room," she said, looking back over her shoulder at me, eyes bright. "I have a room."

"You have a room?"

"Upstairs."

Yeah, I was definitely going to give Bren my Range Rover.

C O L L I N S

I couldn't have been more relieved that there wasn't anyone else in the elevator when we got on. Beau pushed me to the back of it, caging me between his arms as he dipped his head to kiss me again. God, he was a good kisser. He knew just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of tongue to use to make my knees weak.

"Fuck," he groaned, and it sent lust pooling between my legs. At least until he followed it up with, "Nessa."

I immediately pulled back, dread sinking all the way to the tips of my toes.

"Did you just groan your friend's name while kissing me?"

Words seemed to get caught in Beau's throat. "Oh God, no," he eventually managed to spit out. He even laughed a little bit. "I'll admit...that, uh, came out wrong, though."

"You think?" When I went to take a step back, he grabbed my wrist.

"Get back here, sweetheart. I was groaning Nessa's name because I realized I'm her ride home, and I just ditched her. But I'm pretty sure she's in good hands at the moment."

I had mixed feelings about his explanation. It was hard to make sense of them, though, because he took that moment to cup my face and kiss me again.

"Do you always think about your friends when you're kissing other girls?" I asked, trying to find it somewhere in me to care when his lips were brushing against mine, tender and soft.

"No." Beau chuckled. "But there's something you need to know about me, Collins," he whispered.

"What's that?"

"I'm the kind of guy who makes sure everyone else is taken care of first."

I swallowed. Something about the way he said those words made my insides feel tangled and confused. And I could see it being true, too. Earlier, he hadn't even taken a sip of alcohol until he was sure that everyone else would be okay.

His lips started to trail to my jaw and then my neck. I arched back, letting him suck on a sensitive hollow, making me see spots in my vision.

"How about I take care of you now, huh?" he breathed.

I didn't know how to say no to that.

B E A U

Fingering girls in elevators wasn't exactly a common experience for me.

But I didn't miss the doubt in Collins' eyes about where my attention was at the moment. Couldn't blame her, either. Screw my brain for letting Nessa slip in for a moment, even if it was well-intentioned and all that. Not the fucking time to be responsible, brain. Not the fucking time.

My focus was Collins, though. It was all her.

So here I was, slamming the emergency brakes on the elevator and hitching up her dress. Her inner thigh was so soft and smooth beneath my fingertips, and holy mother of God, I couldn't wait to feel the rest of her.

"Beau," she gasped, opening up for me without hesitation.

I smiled into her curls. This girl was greedy, and I adored it. The way she said my name was satisfying as all hell.

Finding her ear, I kissed the hollow beneath it before pulling back to look at her. "Tell me I can touch you."

She couldn't get her response out quick enough. "You can touch me."

"Good. Now, how many?" I asked, brushing one finger between her legs, skimming the lace there.

Big, brown eyes stared at me as she answered with a confused, aroused whimper.

"What?"

My finger dipped past her underwear, teasing her clit. She was stunningly wet, and I was maddeningly hard. I could barely think straight. Was this happening? Oh fuck, yep. It was. And she wasn't just letting me touch her; she was encouraging it, rocking her hips forward and begging for more.

Beg, baby girl. Beg with those hips.

"How many fingers?"

I dove knuckle-deep inside her.

Collins opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"How many fingers do you want in this little pussy, sweetheart?" I groaned with her when I pumped another finger in. "Tell me what you like."

When Collins remained wordless, I brushed my nose against hers to get her attention.

"We don't have a lot of time," I murmured, kissing her softly. "Talk to me."

Collins responded with a low moan as I pumped my fingers inside her, slowly rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same tempo. Her eyelashes fluttered shut in a pleasured sort of way that made my lips turn up.

"I know you can count, baby girl." I slipped one finger out of her pussy, leaving a single digit to curl into her g-spot. When she gasped, my smirk grew. "Do you want just one finger?"

Collins bit down on her lip.

"Two?" I thrust my other finger back in, and she grabbed at my tie again, giving it a tug.

So she wanted to play with ties, huh? Noted.

"Beau," she groaned, a clear plea for more.

She was already edging on an orgasm. I could feel it in the sweet hum of her body, her slight trembles and desperation. As I kept my pace finger-fucking her like a good boy, I nipped at her earlobe before muttering in it.

"What comes after two, Collins?" She sucked in, and I added, "If you want it, you're going to have to answer me."

"Three," she cried, and I didn't hesitate. Another one of my fingers got to feel her hot, tight pussy right before it started clenching. Spasming.

"There you go," I said with a smile. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

C O L L I N S

I was speechless.

Beau was...oh my God, I couldn't even put it into words. Not even I knew how to get myself off as quickly as he'd just managed. And he seemed to know it, too. His dark eyes smiled at me as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off.

That mouth...I hadn't expected such a dirty, talented mouth.

"Three fingers it is," he whispered before taking a step back to restart the elevator. "I'll remember that for the future."

My gut clenched. And not in a good way.

The future.

I should probably tell him, shouldn't I? I should tell him now that the only future we had was the very near one. Tonight. We had tonight. And that was it.

I should tell him, but this moment felt perfect. It pulsed between us. Beau threw his hands into his pants pockets, looking me up and down in a way that clearly said he wasn't done with me yet. And I wasn't done with him, either. This moment was perfect, and I didn't want it to end yet.

Swallowing, I pushed my dress back down over my hips.

"I think it's your turn to tell me what you like," I said, stepping toward him with a sway of my hips that likely made me appear more confident than I felt.

Beau accepted me into his arms with an ease that felt too good to be true.

"Not yet, sweetheart. I'm not done taking care of you." He grinned wickedly. "Let's get you to that room, huh?"

B E A U

Collins fumbled with the keycard when we got to her hotel room.

Caging my arms around her, I held her wrist steady, helping to slide the card into the door. She giggled, and there was a little bit of nervousness in the way she did it. Cutie.

When the door swung open, she spun and backpedaled inside, her gaze never leaving mine. I followed her into the room, whipping my suit jacket off as I strode across the carpet.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

Another giddy laugh left her lips, but then it faltered. Sadness seeped into her eyes, and I wanted to destroy it. I wanted to kill whatever thought had just entered her brain. Anything that made Collins Bryant's smile fade was my mortal fucking enemy from here on out, and I would defeat whatever it was in combat. Mark my goddamn words.

"What's this now?" I said, grabbing her chin to tilt it up when she tried to look away from me.

"What's what?"

"That frown."

"Oh." She blinked rapidly. "It's nothing, Beau."

I didn't believe her. But I was also horny as fuck, a little tipsy, and still had the taste of her on my tongue. So when she lowered her gaze and asked me to kiss her—no, begged me to kiss her—I obeyed.

I would have been a fool not to. Right?

C O L L I N S

Watching Beau undress was probably the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

The slow unbuttoning of his shirt with those fingers that had just been inside me....yeah, I was about ready to start touching myself to dull the intensity of how ridiculously turned on I was. God, I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be this hot and eager, not after what had happened in the elevator ten minutes ago. But Beau just did something to me.

He didn't seem to mind being a spectacle. If anything, he was enjoying it. His lips were curved up in a secret all-knowing smile, and when he finally stripped his dress shirt off and threw it on the bed, he raised a brow.

"Like the show?"

I leaned back on the bed, spreading out from where he'd instructed me to sit a few minutes ago. "I'm a big fan of the show."

Shirtless, Beau unbuckled his belt. "I'm a big fan of the audience."

With a laugh, I brushed my hair out of my face. I didn't want to miss a thing.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed this much during a hook-up. Well, I couldn't remember a time when I'd laughed at all during a hook-up.

"What do you want to see next?" Beau asked, whipping his belt out of the loops on his pants. "I'm here all night, baby."

B E A U

"Your turn to strip, sweetheart."

With my pants riding low on my hips, I decided it was time for someone else to start losing some clothes.

Collins bit down on her lip, seemingly contemplating her choices before rolling over on the bed. Her ass popped up for a second, and I barely withheld the urge to palm it. She pushed upward, kneeling on the bed with her back to me. Once straightened, she flashed a heated glance over her shoulder.

"Unzip me?"

"Nothing would make me happier."

And that wasn't a lie.

I brushed a finger down her spine, loving the feel of gooseflesh rising. When I reached the edge of her dress, I fumbled with the zipper for a second—tiny little fucker—before easing it down. Her dress peeled open, leaving beautiful skin in its wake. Before I could second-guess myself, I flicked the clasp of her bra open, too.

This was officially a no-clothes zone. And I planned for it to stay that way all night, and maybe even all morning, too.

That satiny dress fell to her waist, meaning that when I hooked an arm around Collins, pulling her back, our bare, feverish skin collided. My chest, her back. Who knew a back could feel so fucking...good? It was the heat, the closeness—soothing and unnerving all at once.

"Tell me again," I whispered in her ear. Her hair tickled my nose, and it smelled so flowery, so feminine and sweet.

She squirmed when I coasted my palm across her bare midsection. "What?"

"That I can touch you."

My fingertips reached the bottom curve of her breast, sweeping under it, and she arched back. Wanting more.

"You can touch me."

I eagerly cupped her in my palm, brushing my thumb across her peaked nipple. Fuck, what a handful. What an overflowing handful. I didn't realize perfect tits like hers existed, but sure as fuck, here they were.

Collins' head fell back onto my shoulder as she moaned in response. Twisting my head to the side, I captured her lips, kissing her quick.

"Are you with me?" I asked, using my other hand to slide beneath her half-fallen dress and cup her sex firmly. Collins gasped, rocking her hips up as I trailed a finger over her wet slit. "Because I'm gonna need you to talk, baby."

"I'm with you, Beau," she said on an exhale that made me so fucking giddy.

"Good." I smiled. "Now tell me what you like."

C O L L I N S

Beau's hands were finding new ways to tease me by the minute, and he was over here wanting to have a full-out conversation.

"Collins," he hummed beneath his breath, sing-songy in the way that said it. "Come on, baby girl, talk to me."

"Everything. I like everything," I managed to get out right before he pinched my nipple lightly, making me moan. My legs trembled a bit, and I was thankful that Beau had such a strong hold on me.

Especially considering how he was doing it—cupping me between my legs firmly.

"Everything, huh?" Beau chuckled in my ear before pressing me tighter to his chest. I felt his erection brush against the underside of my ass, and I wondered how the hell he was acting so calm considering how hard he was. I felt damn ready to explode. "I think I'm gonna need more specifics."

Specifics? I didn't have specifics. My experience with sex was pretty limited to the basics, and I didn't need Beau—who was apparently far more confident in bed than I ever would have guessed—to find out.

"I just want you to touch me, Beau," I groaned. "I don't care how."

Beau enthusiastically responded by slipping a finger inside me and curling it with a single stroke. Pleasure blossomed in the deepest part of me.

"I want to touch you, too, though," I added.

That was the only thing I cared about, really. I wanted a bit of my own taste, my own touch. Beyond that, he could take the lead. I was his for the taking.

"Okay," he murmured. "Touch me how you want, sweetheart. And then I'm going to return whatever favor you give me."

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized this was special. Beau was giving me power over the situation and taking control all in one move, and I couldn't be more comfortable letting my guard down. It hurt knowing how good this felt, though, knowing it was fleeting.

Releasing me slowly, Beau backed away, giving me a chance to turn around. Standing, I let my dress fall the rest of the way to the floor and enjoyed how Beau's eyes lit up before raking me over.

I pointed where I wanted him.

"On the bed, Beau."

A light flicked on in his eyes.

"That was hot. You know that, right?" Beau emphasized his words by cupping his erection through his pants as he walked to the bed.

I laughed softly. "What can I say? You bring it out of me."

He liked that answer. Satisfaction filled his expression as he eased back onto the bed, leaning on both palms behind him. Without moving, he watched as I leaned down and unbuttoned his pants. Lowered his zipper. Yanked his pants and boxers down. All he did to help me was lift his hips slightly. And before I was fully prepared, Beau was naked.

Holy crap. Oh god. Oh my god. That—that—

"Breathe, sweetheart," Beau said with a laugh. "Don't want you to pass out this early, do we?"

Had I forgotten to breathe? Yeah, I'd forgotten to breathe.

Sucking in, I raised my gaze to his face, finding him smiling at me.

"Just come here," he said softly. "Come here and kiss me."

I could do that. I could definitely do that.

B E A U

Collins bent down, kissing me sweetly when I asked. But that was at least ten minutes ago, and now our kisses had turned rough. Needy.

Fuck, I needed her. She was pressed against my chest, and I felt every curve, every inch of skin. Amazing. So amazing. When she reached between our naked bodies and wrapped her hand around my cock, I nearly exploded. When she caressed, up and down, I groaned loudly against her lips.

"Hope you don't mind," she breathed in response, "but I'm going to use all five fingers for this. And I'm not going to bother asking first if that's how many you want."

What kind of hellfire was this girl created in? Because she was making me absolutely burn.

All five fingertips dragged up the sides of my erection before fisting the head. Her thumb made little circles over the tip, and I choked on air.

"If you keep that up," I rasped. "I'm not going to last."

She grinned against my mouth. "No."

"No?"

Jesus Christ.

"No, you're going to last. At least until I can get all of you in my mouth."

All of me? Ambitious girl.

"Better move fast then, sweetheart."

She didn't. She took her goddamn time, and I was seriously worried that I wouldn't make even make it until she had me in her mouth. Just the idea that she was planning on having me in her mouth...holy shit. It was driving me wild.

Yep. The lower Collins' mouth moved, the more confident I became that she would ruin me by morning. Her tongue on my skin, tracing my abs and all the other little divots on my body. I couldn't decide if I wanted to slow down time or speed it up, if I wanted to savor this or wish for more.

But then Collins wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and brought it to her mouth, teasing the tip a little as she dipped it between her wet lips. And I knew.

More. I needed more.

"Careful there, baby girl," I muttered, tossing one hand behind my head to prop it up. I wanted to make sure I could see her. "It's okay to take it slow."

Collins' eyes flicked up, and I saw the spark in them only a second before she sank her mouth over my length, taking me deep and not wasting a single goddamn second. Her eyes didn't leave mine, watching for my reaction, which was to swear beneath my breath and pull on my own hair.

Glory to God, what a fucking mouth.

I couldn't wait to return the favor and introduce her to mine.

"That's it, sweetheart," I groaned. "Just like that."

Collins sucked harder at the encouragement, and my eyes rolled back in disbelief. This was easily the best head I'd ever gotten, and I was about ten seconds away from blowing it.

But every time I reached that edge and the warning of how hard I was about to come flew to my lips, she slowed her pace, sucked me deeper, and made it last. She made these little noises like my dick was all she'd ever wanted in her mouth, and if she wasn't careful, it was going to make me fall in love. This girl was singing praises on my dick, and goddamn.

I needed her to let me have this, though. I was beyond dying for a release at this point. I needed to claim her mouth, and I needed it now.

"You have such a pretty mouth, baby girl." I tangled my fingers in her hair to hold her still. "Can I fuck it?"

C O L L I N S

My jaw would have dropped in response to Beau's question if it wasn't, you know, already unhinged so I could fit his thick cock in my mouth.

I hesitated, trying to give my head a chance to catch up with how my blood was pounding in my veins, and Beau noticed, mistaking it for uncertainty. He dropped his hand to cup my cheek, nudging me so I'd look up at him. I did, finding his dark, hazy gaze and a tense expression that he was visibly trying to soften.

"Show me how much you can take," he rasped, "and I promise I won't go further than that."

Oh God, he was being serious. He wanted to use my mouth to get off, and I was admittedly turned on by it. Like really turned on by it. I could see how badly he wanted to be in control, but at the same time, he was so clearly, so painfully at my mercy. And that combination was making me all but drip down my legs.

So I hollowed my cheeks, breathed through my nose, and guided Beau into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could. And all the while, I watched him beneath my lashes.

His face contorted with a satisfying amount of pleasure. "Holy shit, baby girl." He groaned, tipping his head back for a second. His thumb swiped over my cheek sweetly. "Are you sure?"

Was I sure that he could fuck me this deep in my throat? Absolutely.

I ran my tongue up the side of his length and then let him pop out of my mouth. "Yes, Beau. I'm sure."

Another groan slipped out of him. "If you want me to stop, just pinch me," he said before curving his hand around to grab hold of my head again.

I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't feel this safe handing myself over to a guy I'd met a few hours ago. But I did; there wasn't any doubt about it.

Beau's voice dropped as he guided me back toward his waiting erection. "Do you want me to finish in you or on you?"

Shit, I hadn't even thought about that. Why did sex involve so many decisions? Why did there have to be so many options? It seemed common knowledge that guys preferred when girls swallowed, but to be frank, it wasn't something I had done very often, for the simple reason that this wasn't something I had done very often. And—

"Neither?" Beau offered when it took me a while to answer, and I quickly shook my head. No, that wasn't it. Beau's lips tilted up in a smirk. "On you, then?"

A little part of me was relieved, and I nodded. Although, I did, admittedly, worry that Beau would be disappointed somehow.

But that worry quickly vanished.

As soon as he thrust into my mouth, he grunted, "Your tits are going to look so fucking good with my cum on them."

B E A U

Collins was taking my cock beautifully. Her heated eyes stayed on mine the entire time, almost a reassurance that this was what she wanted. She had probably been able to tell that I was hesitant at first about slamming too deep into her mouth, but I quickly realized she could take it.

I kept her head in place with a hard grip while I fucked fast between those pretty lips. Oh yes, I'd needed this. Saliva dribbled down from the corners of Collins' mouth as she let me take possession of it, and goddamn, the sight was doing things to me. I was making that mouth fucking mine tonight.

"You are such a good girl." I watched her eyes shine at the praise as her jaw seemed to drop even further for me. "You know that?"

It was obviously a rhetorical question considering her mouth was stuffed full, but Collins moaned in response. Her eyes rolled back. And that did it. That vibrating, satisfied moan shot straight through me, and I barely held my orgasm off so I could rip myself out of Collins mouth.

I groaned my release, fisting my dick as cum shot onto Collins' chest. And when I was finally able to see straight, I realized I was right.

Collins looked amazing with my cum all over her.

She was on her back, her heavy breaths matching mine as she watched the last bit of my release drip onto her tits. When she finally wrenched her eyes away from my cock to look at my face, it was to stare me in the eyes while she flicked her tongue out to lick the little bit of cum that had accidentally landed near the corner of her mouth. Then she smiled.

I was going to be hard again in no time.

"You are..." I shook my head in disbelief. "Something else."

The understatement of the century. The enthusiasm in which this girl just let me fuck her throat...oh my motherfucking God.

Collins' gaze unashamedly roamed over me. "So are you."

A small part of me wondered if this was a dream. This couldn't be like a real-life thing that was happening, could it? Fuck it. I didn't care. If this was a dream, it was about to be a really fucking good one.

"Spread your legs, baby girl."

Collins obeyed without hesitation, eagerness and fire in her eyes as she watched me lower myself between her thighs.

"I promise I'll clean you up," I muttered, "but it's going to have to wait a few minutes. It's my turn to get messy."

C O L L I N S

Beau kissed a path between my legs, his lips twitching when he looked at me.

"Remind me, Collins. It was two fingers, right?"

Beau's cocky grin should be a turn off, but his knowing look only served to make me squirm. He knew what he was doing to me. I was stripped completely raw, completely vulnerable, spread out on the bed. And my whole body ached for him.

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. No, not two fingers.

A raised brow was my only warning before Beau ignored me, slipping two fingers into my pussy. I cried out, desperate for another release, for more of his touch.

He swore beneath his breath. "You're so goddamn responsive. I can't fucking wait to see what happens when I introduce you to more than just my fingers."

Sweetness blossomed inside me as I arched up to meet Beau's lazy thrusts. I whined his name, hoping to incite a little more urgency, a little more...something. He bit down on his lip, eyes scanning over me greedily.

"Baby girl wants more, huh?"

"Yes," I hissed, about ready to twist my fingers into his hair and hold him where I wanted, just like he had done to me.

Beau chuckled, and I felt the blissful pressure increase between my legs before he lowered himself, opened his mouth, and...oh fuck. His tongue flattened over my clit once before he began licking in long, slow strokes.

When I moaned, loud and long, Beau raised his eyes slowly until they met mine. He pulled back, just slightly.

"You know when I told you that I'd return any favor you gave me?" he muttered.

I nodded, licking my lips. The taste of him still lingered.

Beau cleared his throat, but the raspy husk didn't leave his voice.

"Then just remember...my face is yours to fuck, sweetheart."

Oh, God.

If Beau wanted me to fuck his face, by all means, I'd give him what he wanted.

His tongue speared inside me, and I used that opportunity and the need for friction to rock my hips up. Pushed further into my pussy, he groaned. And the vibrations from that made me arch my back and swear loud enough that it bounced off the walls of the hotel room.

When I momentarily stilled, Beau's fingertips dug into my hips, urging them to keep going. So I did, working in tandem with his mouth to satisfy the ridiculous amount of desire pulsing within me. He got me to tilt at just the right angle that something on that handsome face of his brushed against my clit repeatedly, and the combination of it all was quickly making me spiral.

With a desperation I barely recognized in myself, I grabbed Beau's hair. But instead of tugging on it, I used it to keep him there. Keep him positioned in just the perfect place while I rocked up over and over.

God, I wasn't sure how long we kept going like that. I wasn't in control of what I was doing anymore; I was chasing a high that I knew he could give me, and I didn't think I'd be able to stop until he did.

There were so many moments when I nearly let go. I was so close. So incredibly close.

And then I cried out his name as all my walls came tumbling down. A burst of pleasure so intense that I saw stars ripped through me, leaving me panting and motionless in the bed.

Beau lifted his head, pushing himself up on one elbow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before flashing a satisfied grin, and I realized just how much of a mess I was right now. My inner thighs were coated in wet arousal, and my tits were still covered in Beau's cum. The room smelled distinctly like sex, and we hadn't even gotten to that yet.

"You good?" Beau asked, his voice low.

I nodded, trying to catch a breath. "I'm good. You?"

"Good is an understatement." He licked his lips. "I want to live between your legs, baby girl."

B E A U

Collins tasted sweet sunshine—hot and delicious. Sticky and slick like a summer day. A fucking treat.

I wanted to bask in the glow of this girl, and I didn't care if it burned me, didn't care if the sun eventually had to set, didn't care about anything but revisiting her sweetness. But this time, you know, with my dick.

She was a mess, though, and as hot as it was to see, I promised I'd clean her up. Standing, I walked from the bed to the bathroom and flicked on the light. And then the shower.

"Beau?" Collins called after me, her voice muffled beneath the smattering of water on tiles.

I smiled, feeling oddly satisfied that she seemed to immediately miss me. There was a hint of it in her voice, unmistakable.

"I was coming back for you," I said, a grin still plastered on my face as I rounded the corner into the bedroom again. "Don't worry."

Bending over the bed, I scooped her into my arms, enjoying the way she gasped in surprise.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I carried her back toward the bathroom. Steam was already slipping through the crack in the doorway.

"I'm cleaning up my mess," I said, a deep chuckle slipping out. "You know, before we make a new one."

A shy expression came over Collins' face, and I realized that maybe she wasn't as used to hook-ups as I thought. The girl in my arms was different than the girl I'd just gotten off in bed.

"Can you stand?" I asked, slowly easing Collins down onto her feet. "You came on my face pretty hard, baby girl. Wouldn't blame you if your legs were a little shaky."

Collins looked half-mortified, half-aroused as she cleared her throat and nodded. "I can stand."

Flashing a cheeky smile, I pushed open the shower door, letting more of the steam fill the bathroom. She stepped into the tiled stall hesitantly, keeping toward the back of the shower while she stuck her foot out as if to test the temperature.

"Too hot?" I asked, raising both of my arms to hang on the top of the shower door opening.

Blinking up, Collins stilled. Her eyes drifted all the way from the tips of my fingers above my head to my toes. Every naked inch of me. I was hard again; there was no fucking denying that. And Collins seemed appreciative of it. Of all of it. Of me. Fuck, it was warm in here.

Finally, she swallowed. "No, the temperature is good," she said.

"Then scoot over so I can join you, sweetheart."

She inched toward the stream of water but still leaned back toward the wall, hesitant.

"I just don't want to get my hair wet," she explained.

"Oh," I said with a laugh before squeezing in front of her, happy to stand beneath the spray so she didn't have to. "Well, we can work with that."

Collins' expression seemed apologetic, but I couldn't care less. I was watching the shower water splash across her chest, droplets rolling to the tips of her breasts. And then I raised my gaze to her pretty face, enjoying how her eyelashes were dewy and her eyes sparkly.

"Hey." I spoke softly because she suddenly seemed sort of shy.

"Hi," she whispered. Her attention dropped for the second time down to my erection, and I swallowed hard. That gaze of hers, I could feel it. But it was difficult to tell if she was eager...or uncertain.

"Collins." The strained way I said her name got her to look up again. "Do you want to be fucked tonight?"

Her lips parted, all wet and shiny. I leaned in, kissed them gently.

"You can say no," I breathed.

"I don't want to say no," she said quickly.

"You don't?"

"No, I don't," she reassured. "I want you, Beau."

I could feel the fierceness of those words as they left her mouth, the little bit of air that it pushed against my lips.

"I want you, too," I muttered. "But this time, don't expect to be able to stand afterward."

C O L L I N S

All I could do was whimper in reply before Beau kept talking.

"I'm seconds away from taking you in this shower," he grunted.

Despite the sweet way that Beau spoke to me a second ago as he tried to gauge if I still wanted to get back into bed with him, he was barely holding onto any semblance of control. The minute that I attempted to touch him, to rake my fingers down his chest to grab onto something hard and hot, he jerked me away, twisted me around.

Now I was pushed up against the shower wall with his body cradling me from behind. His hand pushed my hair to the side so he could breathe in my ear while his erection pressed against my ass, sliding along the crease in my cheeks.

"All I would need is for you to spread your legs for me, sweetheart, and I could give us what we both want."

Beau's free hand slipped between me and the wall, coming down to cup between my legs. I gasped, and then I moaned. God, I was a mess for this man.

"I need to feel you, Beau," I panted, licking the water off my lips from the gentle spray of the shower. "Inside me."

He groaned and flexed his hips, pushing against me. "I know."

"What are you waiting for, then?"

"Because shit, Collins," he grunted. "This position isn't going to work for me."

"Why not?" I whined, leaning my forehead against the shower wall. It sure felt like it was working for him.

"Because I need to see that fucking look on your face when your greedy pussy takes me for the first time."

Oh, fuck. No one had ever spoke to me like that before, and I couldn't deny how turned on by it I was.

Little bites descended the curve of my neck, more full of pleasure than pain.

Despite saying how much we both wanted to move into the main event, neither Beau nor I seemed to be able to leave the shower. His hands moved up and down my body, sculpting it. Slick skin against mine. With the steam filling the bathroom, I could barely breathe. But I wouldn't want it any other way.

Cupping my breasts with both hands, he pinched my nipples gently, making me cry out. With his knee, he urged my legs wider, and suddenly something incredibly hard began rubbing between my legs. Caressing me. Nudging my wet clit repeatedly.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, thrusting lightly.

The feeling was more than mutual. I would have fallen by now if he wasn't holding me up. If he hadn't pinned me to the wall with his body.

"I want you right on the edge," he said as he continued to tease me. It was a gentle explanation, like we were discussing...well, anything but sex. "I want you so close to coming that the first thrust of my cock has you clenching around me.

"Beau, I'm already—" I bit down on my lip to hold in another cry as he toyed with me, but the way I couldn't even manage to finish my sentence should have been enough for him to understand what I was about to say.

"Shh, no, you're not," he muttered. "Not yet, baby girl. Not until I say so. Got it?"

B E A U

Collins' trembling tipped me off that she was close to that edge, close to the exact place that I wanted her. It was time. It was fucking time. Literally.

Without even bothering with towels, we stumbled over each other on the way back to the bed, collapsing onto it and letting the sheets soak up the shower water. Immediately, I covered Collins' body with mine, kissing her hard and deep until I felt her open up beneath me.

"Condom," I rasped, breaking our kiss to rummage on the floor for the wallet in my pants pocket.

Collins waited, surprisingly patient, as I rolled the rubber over my length. Her eyes slid down my body, following drips of water with her gaze. I understood the fascination, though. Her skin was all dewy, and I wanted to lick her from head to toe. She was like a fucking goddess. It was unreal.

Straddling her on the bed, I trailed two fingers between her legs again, easily sliding them into her pussy. She arched off the bed, moaning my name as I worked her back up again.

"I only had one of these in my wallet," I said, gesturing to the condom wrapper on the bed. "So let's make this count and get those hips up, huh?"

With my request to lift her hips, Collins more than delivered. Not only did she arch her back and tip her pussy toward me eagerly, but she also threw those hands of hers above her head in a way that pushed up her tits. She twisted her wrists and interlocked her fingers, and her position said...I'm yours. I'm ready.

I was such a lucky son of a bitch.

Not that I'd ever call my mom a bitch, but you know.

"You're giving me ideas, lying like that," I groaned.

Collins' lips twitched. "Ideas?"

Slipping my fingers out of her, I let Collins' low moan wash over me as I bent down to grab my tie off the floor.

"Earlier tonight... you liked having your hands wrapped up in this." I paused, assessing her expression. "How do you feel about it now?"

Collins considered, her eyes wild and intrigued. Wordlessly, she raised her hands, still twisted together, and presented me with her wrists.

Goddamn, this girl.

"Words, Collins," I urged, needing to hear it.

"Tie me up and fuck me, Beau," she whispered.

A rush of adrenaline spiked my bloodstream, causing my fingers to fumble as I wrapped the silky tie around her wrists. She watched with a knowing smile. Shit, she knew. She knew that even though she kept gifting me with control tonight, she was the one who had all the fucking power. I was wrapped around her finger just as tightly as she was wrapped up in my tie.

"Tying you up...done," I said, internally checking that box with satisfaction as Collins lowered her wrists back onto the bed. "Now for the fucking...."

Lowering my body over hers, I gave her a deep kiss. And just when she moaned from how my tongue stroked hers, I began to slide in. Oh, fuck. Collins gasped against my lips, tensing, and I softened my kisses.

"Relax, sweetheart."

I was such a fucking hypocrite. Here I was telling her to relax when I was hyperventilating on the inside from how wet and hot and tight she was around my cock. It was sweet torture that I never wanted to end.

"Beau," she moaned, finally melting beneath me. Into me. "Yes."

I lost it, thrusting hard and deep into that wet fucking pussy like it was made for me, and I'd finally come to claim it.

But then Collins cried out, and I stilled, waiting for her to adjust.

"Are you...all the way..." Her small voice drifted off, and she wiggled beneath me, driving me absolutely wild with her slight movements.

"Yes, Collins," I rasped. "You're taking all of me right now." Pulling back out slightly, I rocked back into her. She tipped her hips to meet mine, and oh my fucking goodness, this was heaven. "You're doing a good fucking job of it, too."

She whimpered as I thrust again, her short breaths hitting my lips like a tease. I kissed her lightly and then groaned into her mouth.

"You're gonna take it harder now, baby girl. Okay?"

C O L L I N S

Beau's fingers curled around my bound wrists, pinning them to the bed as he began thrusting harder.

Tiny pricks of pain got lost in overwhelming heaps of pleasure. He was so big, and he filled me so fully. I gasped his name, and he looked down at me, his hair hanging over his sweaty forehead.

"Is this how you wanted to be fucked, Collins?" Beau grunted before driving even deeper.

This time, I didn't just gasp; a strangled cry escaped my throat as something began to blossom inside me. Oh, God. It had to be too soon, though. Right? It felt so good, though. The rawness. The need to consume everything Beau had to give me.

And he was giving me anything.

"Collins," he groaned, slowing to a sensual pace that pulled me back from my orgasm. "Talk to me."

"Yes, this is how I wanted to be fucked," I managed.

Imagine that, almost ten words rolled off my tongue all while I could barely string one coherent thought together in my head.

Meanwhile, Beau kissed me abruptly in response. Roughly. A moan vibrated between our lips as he kicked up the tempo again.

"Good," he breathed against my lips. "I need to hear that. I need to hear what you're thinking when I'm inside you."

What I was thinking? God, my thoughts were barely coherent. I wasn't sure if it was possible to give Beau what he wanted.

Shit.

I was going to be sore tomorrow.

That was the one thought that flitted through the back of my mind when Beau hit a spot in my body that I didn't even realize existed. But not even a half-second later and the thought vanished completely. He could wreck me, and it wouldn't matter. Just so long as he didn't stop.

Panting, I closed my eyes briefly. I was stuck between desperation for release and never, ever wanting this to end.

"I want to see you sweat for it, Collins." Beau's breath tickled my ear, and I opened my eyes again. "You want to come? Lift those hips and fuck me back."

Oh my God, couldn't he see and feel how much I already was sweating for it? Our sticky, hot skin collided with every thrust, but if Beau wanted more from me, then fuck, who was I to say no?

Tipping my hips up, I met him, thrust for thrust. And with the explosion of pure bliss that followed, I understood. I understood how he wanted me to find something that was missing. That something that would finish me off.

"That's it." Beau gripped my tied wrists tighter, and I could tell that he was close to losing it. "Just like that, and I've got you, sweetheart. I got you."

He did. He did have me. He carried me all the way to the end, and all I could think about was how I wished I didn't have to leave his arms when we got there.

✨

whew, one night and 10k words.
as promised, there it is all together!
hopefully it was as good
the second time around lol
xoxo amelie