Chapter Four

Brenna's eyes fluttered open on Saturday morning, greeted by the warm rays of sunlight streaming in through her windows. She couldn't help but smile as she got out of bed and walked over to the window, taking in the peaceful scene outside. The snow had finally stopped overnight, and although it still blanketed everything, she could see Mr. Barton hard at work clearing it with his backhoe. Despite being in his eighties, the man never slowed down and always made a point to help the towns when snowstorms hit.

After slipping on her robe, Brenna headed to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It had been a long week with school being closed due to the inclement weather, but she was eager to get back into the classroom and teach her students.

As she waited for her coffee to brew, she heard Mr. Barton's backhoe coming to a stop outside. Curiosity piqued, she walked to the door and opened it, feeling the cold air rush in. She saw her mother handing Mr. Barton a steaming cup of coffee, and when her mother waved at her, Brenna couldn't resist waving back. Mr. Barton tipped his hat in acknowledgement before taking a sip of the hot beverage. Brenna smiled and retreated inside her warm apartment, grateful that the snow had finally stopped. Tonight, she might even be able to see Beau, and that thought brought a spark of excitement to her.

Once she finished her coffee, she headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower. As she did, her phone buzzed from her pocket. She looked at it to see a text from Beau.

Are you still up for tonight?

I am, if you think you can make it here.

Roads aren't bad, so I'll see you around six. Have a great day.

You too. See you then.

Brenna smiled as she entered the bathroom to shower then she would make a trip to town to pick up some things.

As she drove along Main Street, the vintage buildings and charming storefronts caught her eye. Despite the occasional rough weather, this little town remained resilient, and its small businesses continued to thrive. Finding a spot to park, Brenna stepped out of her car and made her way into The Everyday Grind, a local coffee shop owned by her best friend, Celine Nelson.

Pushing open the door, Brenna was greeted by the warm and inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She was surprised to see the place bustling with customers and shook her head in amazement as she waved at one of the workers behind the counter.

"Hi, Ainsleigh. Is Celine here?"

"Yeah, she's in her office. You can go on back."

"Thanks." Brenna smiled and headed toward Celine's office. She knocked on the door, opened it, and peeked inside. "Hey."

"Brenna! What are you doing out in this weather?"

"I had some things to pick up and thought I'd stop in to see if you could grab lunch?"

"Yes, I'm starving. Just let me shut the computer down, and we can go."

As they walked along the sidewalk, they caught up on each other's lives and shared laughs along the way. Celine had purchased the coffee shop over the summer, and it had quickly become a popular spot in town. Brenna stopped by one day and immediately hit it off with Celine, forming a fast friendship.

After entering the diner, they greeted familiar faces and settled into a cozy booth. As they removed their winter gear, Brenna couldn't help but admire Celine's natural beauty; long wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and piercing blue eyes.

"What's been going on with you?" Brenna asked.

"Working. Working. Working. Oh, and did I mention I've been working?"

Brenna chuckled. "But you love the shop, right?"

"I do and I love this town. I am so glad I came here."

"I'm glad you did too. Have you heard from Blaine?"

Celine toyed with the napkin holder and shook her head. "No, and I pray I never do."

"I hope not too."

"What can I get you two lovely ladies?" Connie asked as she set two empty coffee mugs down and poured coffee into them.

"I'll take my usual, Connie, please." Celine said with a smile.

"Same for me." Brenna smiled.

"I'll get those orders in and be back soon."

Once Connie walked off, Brenna finally opened to her friend about Beau. As she finished telling her story, Celine remained quiet, processing all the information.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Brenna asked.

"You're happy."

Brenna hesitated, then nodded. "I am. I never looked at him as a man before, but now..." She motioned with her hand. "He's just so handsome. I can't see him as anything else."

"I want a good man too." Celine sighed. "Maybe one day."

"I hope so too. Honestly, after everything with Eric, I never thought I'd want a serious relationship again. But Beau has changed my mind. I know in my heart that he would never hurt me like Eric did, and he knows I'd never hurt him like Liz did."

"That's really good," Celine acknowledged. "You've both been through such painful experiences with infidelity. It takes a lot of courage to open your heart again."

Brenna nodded and they continued their conversation until their lunch arrived. After finishing their meals, they hugged tightly before parting ways. As Brenna made her way back to her car, she was grateful for the time spent catching up with her friend, especially since it started to snow again. She drove off feeling content and happy that she had left town when she did.

****

Beau sat in the office, surveying his surroundings. It was Saturday, so there were only a few men at their desks. Everyone was on call for the weekends, but if nothing major happened, senior agents could enjoy some time off. Beau had been an agent for twenty-one years, starting right out of college at twenty-two. He always knew it was his calling; after all, five generations of his family had been agents and he took great pride in his work. His main focus was helping ranchers, farmers, and anyone who owned livestock.

But even with all his experience, there were still cases that left him puzzled, like the missing horse incident. Why would someone only take one horse, unless they were startled and had to flee, or they specifically wanted that particular animal? Beau couldn't make sense of it, but he had learned over the years that rustlers were unpredictable and sometimes their motives didn't make sense to law enforcement. He simply did his job to the best of his abilities and accepted that not every case could be solved.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pushed away from his desk, grabbed his coat and hat, and made his way to the elevator. The building was eerily quiet, as most offices were closed due to it being the weekend. Not many made it to work last week because of the snowy weather.

As he stepped outside into the bright sun, Beau couldn't help but smile. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing Brenna tonight. He really liked her and after knowing her for so long, he was excited to get to know her on a deeper level.

At six o'clock, Beau pulled his truck up to the barn where Brenna lived upstairs. He smiled as he looked up at the stairs leading to her apartment, relieved to see that they were completely cleared of snow and ice. He didn't want to risk slipping and falling on his way up, or down.

With a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, Beau got out of his truck and ascended the stairs. Once he reached the porch, he knocked on the door and patiently waited for Brenna to answer. As soon as she opened the door, his heart skipped a beat.

"Hi," she greeted him with a smile.

"Hi. These are for you," Beau said, offering her the bouquet.

"Oh Beau, thank you. They're absolutely beautiful. Please come in."

"You're welcome." Beau took off his hat, wiped his feet on the doormat, and stepped inside her cozy apartment. As he looked around, he couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. "No one would ever guess there's an apartment hidden up here."

"My dad had it built in just two weeks. I think he was trying to get me out of his house," Brenna chuckled.

Beau grinned. "I'm sure you could have stayed as long as you wanted."

"I could have, but my parents need their privacy too. Besides, I'm thirty-seven years old, too old to live with my parents."

"So maybe you complained enough to convince your dad to have it done quickly?"

Brenna laughed. "That could very well be true."

Beau chuckled as he watched her place the flowers in the fridge before walking over to the hall tree beside the door. As she removed her coat, he politely took it from her and held it out for her to slip into.

"You have such good manners, Beau."

He shrugged. "My parents raised me right. If you're ready, we can head out. I'd like to beat the dinner crowd at the diner."

Brenna nodded and placed her hand in Beau's as they walked outside. He waited patiently while she locked the door, taking the opportunity to admire her. He knew he wanted to spend more time with her, as much as she would allow.

"I see you cleared the steps," Beau commented.

"I did, and almost fell doing it. They were covered in ice."

"Well, I'm certainly glad you didn't fall. That's quite a drop."

Brenna laughed. "It wouldn't be the first time I've slipped on them."

"Have you ever actually fallen down them?"

"No, but I've definitely slipped a few times because I was in too much of a rush. I've scraped my shin on them once or twice." She shrugged. "I'm not always the most graceful person."

Beau chuckled. "I remember when you fell into the lake."

"Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I tripped on the slats of the dock and in I went."

He grinned. "And went in face first too."

Brenna laughed along with him. "Yes, my dad loves to tease me about how clumsy I can be. When I first asked him about letting me live upstairs, he asked if I was sure I wanted to tackle those stairs every day."

Beau shook his head as he opened the door for her and gestured for her to climb into his truck. After she settled in, he made his way around to the driver's side and got in.

"I hope you're hungry," he said as they pulled into the diner parking lot.

"I haven't eaten all day, so yes, I'm starving," Brenna replied with a smile.

After pulling into the parking lot of the diner, Beau got out and walked around to open her door. He saw her frown at him, and he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm perfectly capable of opening my own door, Beau."

"I know, I just like doing it for you. Let's grab something to eat," he said, taking her hand and guiding her inside.

They were greeted with waves and friendly hellos as they made their way to a booth in the back. They hung up their coats and Beau placed his hat on the peg attached to the side of the booth before they both slid onto their respective benches.

"Hey, you two! How are you?" Connie asked, smiling.

"We're doing well. How about you?" Brenna smiled back at her.

"Wonderful! What can I get for you?"

Beau looked at Brenna.

"I'll have my usual, Connie. Thank you."

"The same for me, please," Beau said.

"I'll be right back," Connie said, as she headed off to the kitchen.

"She's an amazing woman," Brenna commented.

"Yeah, I don't know how she does this every day and still manages to stay in such a good mood."

Soon, Connie returned with their meals, and they dug in.

"So, what inspired you to become a teacher?" Beau asked as he munched on some fries dipped in ketchup.

Brenna smiled fondly. "My mom. She used to teach high school English."

"Used to?"

"Yes, she retired two years ago after having a mild heart attack. It scared my dad and me, but thankfully she's okay now."

"That must have been really scary. When my dad was shot, we were all terrified. He ended up retiring because the bullet did a lot of damage to his leg. He hated leaving the agency, but it was for the best."

"Have you ever been shot?"

"No, but I've had some close calls. I've been shot at a few times."

"That's so scary, Beau."

"It definitely scared me. One time, a bullet hit the tree right behind me. I consider myself lucky."

Brenna shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know how you do it."

"It's just part of the job. Some rustlers feel like they have nothing to lose. Just like any other law enforcement, you never know what you're dealing with." He shrugged.

"You mentioned that three other agents were shot the night one of them died. Are they okay now?"

"Yes, thankfully. In fact, Creed recently regained his memory and was able to identify the men who shot them and killed Mac."

"That's so sad about Mac. I can't imagine how devastated his wife must have been."

"She was. I went to the funeral, and she was a mess. I didn't speak to her directly, but she was in shock."

"It's heartbreaking that he won't get to see his daughter grow up."

"True, but knowing Mac, he's happy that his best friend is taking care of both his wife and daughter."

"Are we still going to Dewey's after this?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Or we could just go back to my place and watch a movie."

"How about we do both? We can stop by Dewey's for an hour or so before heading back to your place."

Brenna smiled at him. "I like that idea."

Beau grinned and they finished their meal before heading over to the bar.

Brenna sat on a stool sipping on a Toasted Almond while watching people dance. Beau sat beside her with a beer in hand.

"What's in that drink?" he asked curiously as he leaned closer to her.

She smirked. "Amaretto liqueur, coffee liqueur, and cream. It tastes like almonds, and I love it."

"Are there really two liqueurs in that? Will you even be able to walk?"

Brenna laughed. "Don't worry, I'm only having one. Adding cream takes the edge off, but without it, it's a real kicker." She offered him the glass. "Try it."

Beau took a sip and made a face, causing Brenna to burst into laughter.

"You don't like it?"

"It's alright, but not my cup of tea."

"To each their own—" Brenna stopped when she spotted Liz and Eric weaving through the crowd.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't believe it. Liz and Eric are here."

"What? Where?" Beau turned around and noticed them and clenched his jaw. "Are they following us?"

"We haven't seen them in years, and now we've run into them three times." Brenna shook her head. "Well, I won't let them ruin my night."

"Neither will I." Beau stood up. "Let's dance."

"Okay." Brenna hopped off her stool, took Beau's hand, and they headed to the dance floor. Beau loved holding her in his arms as the band played Tim McGraw's She's My Kind of Rain. Brenna wrapped her arms around Beau's neck as he held her close.

"You smell amazing," he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you. You always smell so good."

Beau ordered them both sodas after they took their seats. He didn't want to drink and drive. A little while later, he leaned in close to her.

"Ready to leave?" he asked.

"Yes, but I need to use the restroom first. I won't be long," she replied.

As she stood up from her stool, Beau reached for her wrist and held it, stopping her. She looked at him and he smiled before giving her a quick kiss.

"Hurry back," he said.

"I will. Hold that thought," she joked before weaving through the crowd to get to the restroom.

****

Brenna stood in front of the mirror in the dimly lit restroom, her reflection staring back at her. The door swung open, and she met Liz's eyes in the mirror. Brenna let out an exasperated sigh before washing her hands, ignoring the woman behind her.

"Brenna," Liz's voice echoed through the small space, breaking the silence.

She turned to face Liz; her jaw clenched tight. "Don't. Do not even think about speaking to me."

Liz's lips twitched into a smirk as she leaned against the sink. "So, you and Beau, huh?"

Brenna pushed the button on the automatic hand dryer, refusing to look at the woman who had played a role in destroying her marriage. Once her hands were dry, she stormed out of the bathroom without a second glance at Liz. Her blood boiled at the mere thought of that woman daring to speak to her.

As she weaved through the dense crowd, Brenna's anger simmered down. She refused to let that woman get under her skin.

When she finally reached Beau, she saw him engaged in conversation with Dominic Blackstone. She smiled as she greeted him.

"Hi, Dom. It's been a while," she said, standing at Beau's side. She almost laughed at the look of surprise on Dom's face.

"Uh, hi, Brenna." He frowned until Beau chuckled.

"Yeah, we're together," Beau said.

Dom grinned. "Well, I hope it works out for you both."

"I do too," Beau said, gazing at Brenna with a look that made her cheeks flush.

"Thanks, Dom. Are you ready to leave?" Brenna asked Beau.

"Yes, ma'am." Beau shook Dom's hand, then took her hand and led her through the crowded bar and out the door.

"At least it's not snowing this time," Brenna commented as they walked toward his truck.

"Hush. You'll jinx it," Beau teased.

She laughed. "I'm sorry, I should have whispered."

Beau chuckled along with her. When they reached his truck, he opened the door for her, and she watched him walk around the front of the truck. Should she tell him about Liz? Brenna clenched her fists just thinking back on their very short conversation. She flinched when the driver's side door slammed shut.

"You're awful jumpy. Are you alright?" Beau asked with concern.

She let out a sigh. "I'm trying to calm down."

Beau turned in his seat to face her. "Why? What happened?"

She recounted the confrontation in the restroom.

"I wanted to punch her, Beau. I've only ever hit one person in my life, and that was Eric when he told me the affair didn't mean anything. I couldn't stop myself from slapping him, and that's exactly what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face." She took a deep breath.

Beau placed his hand on hers. "She's not worth it."

"I know, but it sure would have made me feel better."

"Oh, I agree. I still want to punch Eric. Just for the hell of it. I missed my chance when I found him in my bathroom."

"I don't know how you didn't."

"I think I was too shocked. I stormed out after telling her to leave. I didn't return to the house for three days. I stayed with Luke." Beau shook his head. "If I could go back and get just one shot at him..."

"I understand that, I really do. But we both know violence isn't the solution."

"What is then, Brenna? We didn't deserve what they did to us."

"I know, and as much as I want to smack her, I know it's not the right thing to do."

Beau nodded in agreement, and they rode back to her apartment in silence, each lost in their own thoughts of the betrayal they had experienced.

Parking his truck at the bottom of the stairs leading to her apartment, Beau turned off the engine and turned to look at Brenna.

"Are you sure you're, okay?"

"I'm getting there. I tried to ignore her when she came into the bathroom, but she just couldn't keep quiet. I didn't even respond when she asked about us."

"That's good. It's none of her business anyway. I couldn't care less about those two, but it seems like it's really bugging her." He let out a sigh. "She has no right."

"Neither of them do. I'm actually surprised they're still together. I don't think either one of them will stay faithful. It makes me wonder if this was Eric's first affair."

"He messed up something good with you, Brenna."

She looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Just like she did with you. At least she used the excuse that you were never around. Eric doesn't have any excuse. Who do you think made the first move?"

"Yeah, I've thought about that too, but it doesn't matter now, does it?"

"No, it doesn't. Let's go inside and watch a movie. It's only ten o'clock."

"Sure." Beau got out of the truck and Brenna followed suit, meeting him on the steps up to her porch. He held her hand as they walked up to the door and when they reached it, she pulled out her keys. But Beau took them from her, unlocked the door, and gave them back.

Once inside, they took off their jackets and Beau hung his hat on a hook before heading to the sofa.

"I'm going to change into something comfortable. Have a seat, I'll be right back."

"Do you mind if I make some coffee? You said you have decaf."

"Yes, go ahead."

"Would you like some?"

"No thanks, I'll make some tea."

"Okay."

Their eyes locked from across the room, but Beau turned and made his way to the kitchen. Brenna took a deep breath before heading to her bedroom. As she sat on the bed, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen tonight. She was nervous and scared at the same time. She had only been with two men before; a college boyfriend and Eric, and neither of them were great at making sure she enjoyed herself. What if Beau was the same? Shaking her head, she got up, changed into a T-shirt and lounge pants, and opened the door to make her way back to the living room.

She found Beau on the couch with the remote in hand, searching for a movie. He stood up as soon as he saw her, causing her to shake her head.

"I know you have manners, Beau, but as I've said before, you don't need to get up every time I enter the room."

"Sorry, it's just a habit."

"Don't apologize for having manners, but it's not necessary every time."

Beau tilted his head. "How would I know when it is or isn't necessary?"

Brenna widened her eyes and chuckled. "Good point."

"Come sit with me and we'll find a good movie. No chick flicks."

"Sure. Let's see what we can find." She sat on the couch, and he sat down beside her.

The butterflies in Brenna's stomach were driving her crazy. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with," Beau reassured her as he lightly touched her hand.

Brenna smiled. "I'm just nervous. It's been two years since I've been with anyone, and I've only been with two men."

"Brenna, we don't have to do anything unless you want to. I would never pressure you. If it happens, it happens. There's no rush. We've known each other for years, but we don't really know each other."

"You're right." She nodded. "So, let's get to know each other first."

"I'm fine with that."

"Me too."

Beau grinned and flipped through channels before settling on a movie.

"How about this one?"

She saw that he had stopped on The Sixth Sense and shook her head.

"No thanks. I love the movie, but it scares me."

Beau laughed. "I had a feeling you'd say that. Okay, how about this one?"

She saw that he had landed on Big Trouble in Little China and chuckled.

"A cult classic. I love Kurt Russell. I've lost count of how many times I've seen this, but I love it. This one works for me."

"Great. We'll watch Jack Burton and his Porkchop Express," Beau said, making her laugh.

"So, you've seen it too?"

"Numerous times. It's Luke's favorite movie. My mom loves it and got us into it."

Brenna stood up. "Want some popcorn?"

"Sounds good."

"I'll be right back."

As they watched the movie together, laughing at the silly scenes, Brenna found herself leaning against Beau's shoulder. It felt nice, she liked him a lot and hoped things would continue to go well between them. If it didn't work out, then it wasn't meant to be, but she missed being intimate with a man and here was Beau, right by her side. She quickly sat up, causing Beau to look at her with a concerned expression.

"Is something wrong?"

"Uh, no."

"It sure sounds like there is."

She sighed. "I'm just wondering what's going to happen."

"With us?" Beau sat up straighter. "Do you mean our relationship?"

"Yes. I don't want to pressure you, Beau, but it's been years since I've dated and I'm not sure what to expect."

With a gentle yet firm grip, he intertwined his fingers with hers and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"I think we just need to take it as it comes," he began. "We can't know what's going to happen between us, but I'll be honest here... I hope something does come from this." He paused. "I've always liked you, Brenna, but never in a sexual way—"

She let out a chuckle. "Oh, gee, just what every woman wants to hear."

Beau joined in her laughter. "You know what I mean. I always thought you were beautiful, but I never wanted to take you to bed—"

Brenna crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Keep going, McCallister. You're on a roll."

With a self-deprecating smile, Beau ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not saying this very well. I always thought of you as a friend because we were both married, and as much as I hate to admit it, I did love Liz and I would never cheat. But she's in the past and I have no feelings for her, other than anger at what she did. Am I making sense?"

Brenna nodded, realizing that she felt the same way about her own past relationship.

"Yes, I feel the same. I never looked at you as a man... just a good friend. But now..."

"Now?" Beau prompted.

"All I see is a man I want to know so much better, but I don't want to scare you off."

"I'm not going anywhere," he assured her with a smile. "Look, we can't predict what's going to happen between us, but I want to find out. If you don't or you're not sure, I can go, and we'll never see each other again."

Brenna's heart sank at the thought of never seeing him again.

"I don't want that. I want to see what's between us, too."

Beau leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. As they broke apart, he slowly stood up.

"I should go. It's late."

Reluctantly, Brenna stood up as well and watched him put on his coat and hat.

"Okay," she replied, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Walk me to the door?" Beau took her hand and led her toward the door and opened it. Then he turned to face her. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before he raised his head. Their eyes met, and Brenna smiled as she pushed the door closed. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

Brenna nodded confidently. "Very sure. I just don't want to disappoint you."

He grinned, causing her heart to skip a beat. "You could never do that," he reassured her with a raised eyebrow. "What if I disappoint you?" he asked as he brushed a stray hair off her face.

"I seriously doubt that. Please stay tonight." She watched as he removed his coat, hung up his hat, then pulled her close to him. She gasped when he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the sofa where he sat down with her across his lap. Their kisses deepened as they lost themselves in each other, both eagerly exploring the unknown possibilities of their budding relationship.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the passion she felt and when he groaned, she smiled against his lips. He raised his head.

"What are you smiling about?"

"I like making you moan, Beau McCallister." She leaned back. "Is Beau short for something or is it just Beau?" She laughed when he grimaced.

"It's short for Beaumont after my great-grandfather on my mother's side."

"I like it."

"We can talk about this later. Right now, I want you too much."

Brenna slid off his lap, put her hand out to him, and smiled.

"Come with me," she said, as he took her hand, and she led him to her bedroom.

Once inside the room, she turned to face him, and he pressed his lips to hers . The moment their lips touched; every ounce of hesitation seemed to melt away. She wanted Beau more than anything.

They stripped each other of their clothes until she wore nothing but a red bra and matching panties. She looked at Beau's body and was in awe of how fit he was. His hard pecs had a small dusting of hair on them, but it was his six-pack stomach that had her salivating and her eyes followed along the happy trail and lower. She could see his hard cock straining the material of his black boxer briefs. Gathering courage, she grasped his dick through the material and watched as he closed his eyes.

"I want you, Beau," she whispered, then kissed his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair.

"I want you too." He cupped her face in his hands, making her look at him. "I will never do anything you don't want me to. I can promise you that."

"I know. Please, kiss me."

Beau lowered his head and took her lips in a hard kiss. As he kissed her, he unclasped her bra, and lowered the straps down her arms, then tossed it across the room. He stepped back and gazed at her.

"You are beautiful," he said, then picked her up, placed her on the bed, and lay down beside her.

The moment their lips touched; every ounce of hesitation seemed to melt away. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him. The way he took control sent shivers down her spine. With one swift movement, he removed her panties and tossed them, revealing her bare body. His hand found its way between her legs, exploring her wetness as her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused.

His mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck and chest, stopping at her breast. His tongue circled her nipple, causing it to harden in anticipation. She arched her back, as he began to suckle. Then he moved down along her belly to between her thighs. When he moved his tongue through her curls, and touched her clitoris, she almost jumped off the bed, but he continued to move his tongue along her slit, and she clutched fistfuls of his hair.

As her belly started to flutter, she gasped, then cried out when she came. She felt him move up her body, then he pressed his lips to hers.

"You taste good, darlin'," he murmured against her lips before taking them in a hard kiss.

"Beau," she whispered.

He reached over the bed to his jeans, removed his wallet and took a condom out. He ripped it open, but she took it from him, and pushed at his shoulders. He rolled onto his back, and she straddled his legs, then tugged his boxer briefs down and threw them to the floor, and his cock stood straight up. She slowly rolled the condom down over him. She saw him clench his jaw until she stopped. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

"You're incredibly gorgeous, Brenna."

"You're incredibly hung, Beau," she said and laughed when he did.

He sat up, kissed her, then flipped her to her back and settled between her legs.

"Please, Beau," she pleaded. She wanted him so much.

He smiled, his eyes dark with lust. Without further hesitation, he guided his cock into her, filling her up in one swift motion. She cried out in pleasure, her body arching off the bed.

They began to move together, their hips meeting in a rhythmic dance. He rolled to his back, taking her with him, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her. She rode him, meeting each thrust with equal force. Their bodies slid against each other, and she knew she was close to another orgasm.

She found herself begging for more, losing herself in the sensations that consumed her. He growled and moaned, his hands roaming freely over her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

The world around them faded away as they surrendered to their desires. Their bodies twisted and turned, driven by the primal need to please each other. The air was thick with passion and sweat, their breath coming out in ragged gasps.

As her orgasm hit her, she screamed out his name, her voice full of passion. He groaned in response, his own release flooding through him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Finally, they both collapsed onto the bed, spent and satiated. She laid her head on his chest, her heart racing from the intensity of the experience. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. They lay there, entwined, spent, and completely at peace.

"That," she murmured, "was incredible."

"It was great," Beau said between breaths.

She looked over at him to see his chest heaving, and she reached her hand out to touch him. He looked at her and their eyes met, then he grinned, making her laugh.

"I can't get over how much I'd been missing. Eric never made me feel that good, and he never had me begging. You, Beau McCallister, are no slacker in bed."

"And you were worried you'd disappoint me." He rolled to his side to face her and touched her cheek. "I've never had better."

"What? I mean I haven't, that's for sure, but you were married for ten years."

"Yes, and it was never this good. I think I'm going to enjoy seeing where this goes."

"Will you stay?"

"Yes, but I have to leave early. I have to work in the barn."

"Oh, okay."

"Would you like to go for a ride?"

She smiled. "I just did."

Beau laughed. "Yes, you did, but I meant horseback. You could come with me, and we can spend the day at my house. Maybe go riding."

"I'd like that if, you're sure."

"Brenna, I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

She grinned. "I'd love to. Now, how about a shower?"

"Sounds good to me, as soon as I can get up."

"I'll meet you in there." She got off the bed, walked to the bathroom door, and glanced back at him to see him watching her, then she entered the bathroom.