Chapter 13

KY

We got lucky and almost all of Bea’s belongings were still packed in their moving boxes. It had been on my mind that the asshole might have unpacked everything to make it more difficult for Bea to move on. It was also convenient that Bea still had a key to the dickwad’s place, since he was nowhere to be seen when we rolled up with the sheriff and one of his deputies. They had hoped to make an arrest while assisting us.

Since that didn’t happen, the sheriff took off and left the deputy behind just in case Law decided to come back while we were there. Bea’s dad, brother, cousin, and uncle all came over to pitch in to get things done quicker.

“Seems like only last week we moved this stuff in here,” Beckett mentioned.

“That’s because it was last week, you moron!” Flynn called back to him. Beckett’s ears and cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I thought he had only been teasing before, but his embarrassment suggested that he meant what he said. Flynn always said that he didn’t think his cousin was born with a functioning brain. I shrugged it off and grabbed another box to take down to the truck.

“You think this guy will show up?” The deputy asked. He looked bored and even attempted to stifle a yawn as he waited for an answer from Bea.

“He probably already knew not to come home. The asshole saw us going into the courthouse.”

“He did?” Bea turned surprised eyes my way.

“Yep. I thought he was just staking the place out to see if we went through with making things official. I’m guessing we just missed him pulling his shady shit. Sandra wasn’t with him in the parking lot, so I’m guessing she played her part and took off immediately.”

I had identified Sandra as my ex-hookup before we left the courthouse. I still wasn’t sure why she would agree to break the law for a man she didn’t know. It wasn’t like the two of us had ever had anything serious. Sandra had only ever been a once in a while hook up and she had never been in my personal space at all. No rides in my car. Never at my house. The fact that she showed up there the other day completely baffled me because I didn’t think she even knew where I lived. It made me wonder if Law hadn’t been pulling strings longer than I thought.

I left Bea there to speak with the deputy while I went to grab another box and grabbed two before I walked out with her brother who also had a larger box.

“I think we need to have ourselves a little stakeout and wait for this motherfucker to show his face. The police might get him for fraud, but we all know he’ll only get a little slap on the wrist for that shit.” Flynn scowled off in the distance as if he could conjure Law out of thin air. “Never liked that smug prick or his family who think they’re better than everyone else.”

“Believe me, if he shows up anywhere where the cops can’t see, I will be in on that plan.”

“The cowardly little shit will probably have a camera on him from here on out.” That was a thought to keep in mind. It was one thing to give him the ass whopping he deserved. It was another to stoop to his level and end up in jail for assault because there was no doubt Law would press charges if he had proof that it happened.

Once we were done packing everything Bea had stored at Law’s place, we took off for her family’s home. The whole way, Bea was quiet as I debated the merits of going against her wishes and having everything moved directly to my place. It seemed ridiculous to have to move it all again since I wanted her to live with me.

“You’re awful quiet over there.”

“I’m trying to figure out why Law would do this. He’s not a stupid man, so he has to know that there will be consequences. What he did was illegal. I don’t get it.”

“He may be relatively intelligent, but he’s also a desperate man. The idiot was dumb enough to throw you away and thought he could keep you if he falsely tied you to him.”

“Lucky for me the whole ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’ thing didn’t apply on my end. I knew what I had and I’m honestly thankful he’s gone. Well, mostly gone.” She huffed out a frustrated breath and then turned toward me. “I don’t know if I ever even thanked you for saving my wedding day. It would have been absolutely humiliating if you hadn’t stepped in and done what you did.”

“I’d do it again, Bea. I hope like hell there will never be another reason for me to step in and be your second-choice groom, now that you know how I feel about you. I’d marry you again today, tomorrow, and every day until I no longer draw breath.”

Bea smiled at me. “Of all the things I know about you, the fact that you’re such a romantic never even crossed my mind.”

“That’s because it’s a side reserved only for you, sweetheart.”

She ducked her head a bit as if to hide her grin and then brought her eyes up to meet mine again. “I like that.”

“Good because I love you.”

She gasped and then threw her arms around me. “You have always been the best person in my world.”

“Except for that rough patch in high school,” I tacked on.

“We’re going to forget about that time in our history.” She shuddered in my arms and for a minute, I wanted to kick my own ass all over again for being such a dumb fuck when I was a teenager. “Okay, well we shouldn’t forget it, because it is a really good reminder of how we need to communicate with one another instead of assuming we know what’s on the other person’s mind. But we’ll chalk it up to teenage bullshit and leave it where it belongs - as a life lesson to learn and move on from.”

“How did you get so wise, Sweet Bea?”

“I’m awesome like that,” she teased with a playful shrug of her shoulders. “I need to go talk to my family. I know Dad has probably told Mom everything, but it still feels like she should hear the whole thing from me, too.”

“Bea, you don’t need to make excuses for me. If you need your mom, then you do. Let’s go.”

I could have sworn I heard her sniffle in response but she looked away before I could see her face. Damn, it hadn’t been my intention to make her cry. My woman had to do enough of that with all the bullshit Law put her through.

The minute we arrived at Bea’s family home, her mom ran out of the house to meet us and swept her daughter up in her arms. I left them there like that and followed her father into the house. Flynn was there, as was Bea’s younger sister, Mina. “Maybe, I should go out there,” Mina looked longingly at the stairs instead of the front of the door and Flynn and I laughed at her. Eventually she sighed and slowly meandered out the front door.

“Don’t know what’s wrong with that girl, but she is the least girly girl I’ve seen in recent months. It’s like all the sweetness has been sucked right out of her and someone put a mopey, withdrawn, darker version of my daughter in its place.”

“Has she mentioned anything that might have happened to make her withdraw?” I asked.

Flynn shook his head. “We’re all worried about her, especially since she shut out her best friend too. I wonder what that little bitch did to finally make sister wise up to her bullshit. Whatever it was, it took a chunk out of Mina that I don’t think we’ll ever get back. I better not find out it was something completely unforgivable. I don’t care if it was a girl involved, this family is going to get its justice from people who keep fucking with us.”

“I have your back on that.”

“Can’t believe that motherfucker had the audacity to fake a marriage certificate,” Flynn added and his father agreed.

“Let’s go out on the back lawn, boys. The women will be in soon and they don’t need to hear what we plan to do to that good for nothing piece of shit my oldest girl almost married.”

I grinned as Flynn threw his head back and cackled. It was rare that Mr. Robeson lost his cool and threw out curse words, but when he did, it was because he meant every word of what he said.

“What are we going to do with the son of a bitch?” Mr. Robeson asked as the three of us stepped out the door.

“Dad, the police will get to him before we will. I think the more pertinent question is what do we do with Bea’s stuff?” Both Robeson men turned to look at me. I smiled at them and shrugged my shoulders. “Leave it on the truck for now. I paid to rent it for a few days just in case.”

“Just in case what?” Flynn taunted.

“Just in case I can convince your sister to move in with me despite the fact that making our marriage official got put on hold.”

Mr. Robeson clapped me on the back and gave a firm nod of his head. “That’s my boy. Knew you’d pull your head out of your ass and go after my girl one day.”

I laughed along with Flynn. “Dad isn’t pulling punches anymore.”

“He’s right,” I said. “Should have done it the day she came back and told me about how that asshole rescued her. Do you know he didn’t even want to stop for her that day?”

“Where did you hear that?”

“The asshole’s best friend, Todd, was talking about it one night at the bar I was at. He didn’t realize I was there. Apparently, he called dibs on Bea and that was when Law changed his mind about helping her. He hadn’t noticed her before that. Todd has been butt hurt ever since. I think he would be even more so if he knew the bullshit lies Law told Bea about him.”

“What do you mean?” Flynn asked.

“She told me all about how Todd is a dog and uses and throws away women on the regular.”

“Are you kidding me?” Flynn cackled. “That idiot can barely get a woman to talk to him because he has zero finesse with the ladies and she believed Law that Todd was some kind of lothario when he was the real one all along?”

“Yep. Law has been an untrustworthy, disloyal dick for a long time.”

“It makes me angrier to hear this. My baby had the wool pulled over her eyes for far too long.”

“She’s making up for it,” I said, not thinking about how that came out.

“You respect my girl and treat her right, Kylan Armstrong or I will bury you in a plot right next to the idiot who didn’t deserve her before.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Robeson. You have my word. She will always be my priority.”

“Good, now that’s settled, let’s go get a drink. I pray neither of you has girls. They’re a blessing for any man until they reach dating age and then it all goes downhill and the gray hairs start to come in quicker. All I can think about is what me and my friends were like at their ages and I understand why scores of fathers have sat at the table cleaning their shotguns when boys have come to sniff around.”

“Come on, Dad. Let’s get you the strong stuff before you have an aneurysm.”

“Fine, fine, but Kylan?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You call me Mr. Robeson one more time and I might get someone to start digging that hole for me. You may not have officially married my daughter, but for all intents and purposes, you are already my son-in-law. You call me Dad now.” I gave him a quick nod as we walked back into the house where the women spoke in low tones about how they hoped Law’s dick rotted off. Good times.

Later in the evening, I finally took Bea back to my place. She wasn’t up to staying there with her family overnight. I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight. Plus, it seemed harder to convince her to move in with me if we weren’t actually at the apartment I planned to share with her.

“I know it’s been an emotional day, and you might not be up to anything heavy, so tell me what you’re in the mood to eat.”

“You don’t have to go out of your way, Ky.”

I pushed he curls I was so enamored with back from Bea’s face and smiled down at her. “I want to get you fed. Carrying around those big emotions is just as exhausting as running full tilt for hours. You need to get some food in your system before you crash.” I leaned in and kissed the tip of her perky little nose and then further down so I could claim her perfectly plump lips. “I’ll never get enough of tasting these lips,” I murmured against them.

“Maybe food can wait,” Bea suggested with a comical waggle of her eyebrows. I chuckled, tipped her chin back, and kissed her once more before I shook my head.

“Food first. Then we have all night to explore other things.”

After we ate a light dinner, we retired to my bedroom - what I hoped would be ‘our’ bedroom soon. “Get comfy, you know where my shirts are, if you need something to sleep in.” It was my turn to waggle my brows at her. She took it exactly as I hoped and threw her head back in laughter as I made my way to the bathroom. “I’m going to grab a quick shower because I worked up a sweat moving all your boxes earlier.”

Bea turned her head to the side and gave a quick sniff. “Oh! Maybe I should join you in there.”

My heart thudded to a stop in my chest and then restarted itself into overdrive. We had never showered together and it was one of my top fantasies, but I honestly worried about embarrassing myself and blowing my load all over Bea and the shower stall if she hopped in with me.

“I don’t have to,” she tacked on timidly when I didn’t respond.

“Bea, get your ass in here with me. I only hesitated because I needed to formulate a plan not to make a fool of myself with you.”

She giggled. “How on earth would you make a fool of yourself in the shower? I already know you can’t carry a tune to save your life.”

I rolled my eyes. “Woman! If you have to ask, you haven’t looked at yourself in the mirror lately.”

She glanced down at herself cluelessly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are every man’s wet dream come true. I’ll be lucky if I don’t blow my load looking at you before I can even join you in the shower.”

A beautiful rose-hued blush stole across her cheeks and pinked the tips of her ears as she ducked her head shyly on the way past me to the bathroom. I took a deep breath and then followed behind my wife-to-be. It really sucked that we hadn’t been able to make things official. That was my ultimate dream come true. I wanted to be able to claim Bea as my own in every way.

She stripped off her shirt and then quickly dropped her shorts to her feet. My angelic woman stood there with her lightly tanned skin on display in just a lace bra and panty set in the palest pink. It should have washed her out, but with her dark curls spilled out around her shoulders, it seemed to highlight all her best features instead. “You are a goddess.”

“And you’re still fully dressed,” she tossed back at me as her hands moved behind her back to unlatch the clasps of her bra. I didn’t hesitate to give her the same show I enjoyed and ripped my shirt up over my head. My cargo shorts quickly followed along with my socks and boxers. By the time I had everything off, Bea was also blissfully naked. She stood before me, slightly unsure of herself, and I had no clue why.

“Yup, I was right. You are an absolute goddess. If there was ever a perfect model of the womanly form for an artist, it would be you. Hands down, Bea, it would be you.” I reached out to touch her and then pulled my hands back as my eyes gazed back up her toned legs to the slightly curved belly and full, rounded breasts. Her dusky nipples played hide and seek through the strands of her hair as they curled down over her shoulders to offer the tiniest hint of modesty. When my eyes finally trailed back up to meet with hers, she was too busy checking out my body to notice. I stood there and let her soak in her fill of me until her eyes also came up to meet mine.

“You look like a sculpture too, except your cock is long and thick, and…”

“Erect?” I questioned. Damn right it was. My soldier stood at attention in front of his Queen and Bea was worth the respect he offered her.

“Yep, that’s. Holy crap, Ky, how are you so big?” Her eyes kept dropping below my waist as I chuckled and then moved to adjust the temperature of the water in the shower.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get clean so we can dirty ourselves up again in a better way.”

Once we were in the shower under the multiple sprays, Bea closed the distance and reached out to touch me. “Is it okay?”

“You never have to ask to touch me, Bea. My body is yours to do with as you please.”

“What if I tied you up and rode you like a prized bull?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart. I’m all for that. Just know that I will return the favor someday.” I winked down at her as she bit into her bottom lip. Swear to God, I heard her whimper out a little moan at the thought of me tying her up. It went straight to the top of my to-do list. I had many years of fantasies under my belt where Bea was concerned and she would eventually learn all the dirty, depraved ways I’d dreamed of taking her. Hell, I’d stroked my cock to the thought of having her naked in a shower so many times, I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint a number if asked. Still, none of those fantasies compared to the reality of her as she stood before me and took my cock into her hand.

“I can’t even fit my fingers around it,” she gasped in surprise.

“Bit thicker than some.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” she huffed as her hand slid up the silky skin and her fingertips teased over the head of my weeping cock. “I’m having a hard time imagining how this monster will feel inside me.”

“So good, Bea. I will make it feel better than anything you’ve ever experienced. That’s a promise.”

“I have no doubt about that.” She kneeled down in front of me and stuck her tongue out to drag over my tip. I threw my head back and gathered her hair up in my fist as gently as possible. The curls were being pulled straight as the water weighed it down.

“God, baby, your mouth on me feels so good. Like a fucking dream.”

She moaned and took the entire head into her mouth in response and then she hollowed her cheeks out and sucked me to the back of her throat. “Fuck, Bea!”I glanced down and watched as her mouth spread obscenely around my cock. There was no way she would be able to take me like that too long without her jaw hurting, but I fucking appreciated the hell out of the effort she put in to please me.

“I didn’t want this to be all about me, sweetheart.” I tugged a bit on her hair to get her attention.

She swatted my thigh and dipped down on my cock again. I hissed as she rubbed her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cock before she sucked hard once more. “Fucking hell!” I could feel her grin at my response before she pulled back and offered a coy smile.

“Get up here,” I demanded in a hoarse voice. “We aren’t fucking for the first time in the shower. I meant what I said about getting clean, so we can focus on getting dirty.” I picked up her shampoo and signaled for her to turn with her back facing me. She shook her head and stepped closer so that we weren’t just toe-to-toe, but closer with one of her feet in the middle of mine and the other on the other side of my right foot.

“Are you going to wash my hair for me?” Bea asked in her sweet voice.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Then I’m going to wash that beautiful body of yours.”

“Do I get to return the favor?”

“Nope. Not this time. When I’m done, you’re going to hop out and go wait for me to finish up. Then, I’m going to come torture you in the best way possible.”

Her only response was to tip her head back so I wouldn’t get shampoo in her eyes as I massage it into her scalp and down the slick strands of her hair.

After we were both cleaned up, I finally met Bea in the bedroom. She stood there, naked as the day she was born, and stared at my bed as if she had never seen it before. I walked up, wrapped my arms around my woman, and pulled her back into my front. “What’s going on in this pretty head of yours?”

“Honestly, I just wondered if I should climb on the bed and try to get into a sexy position, but then I thought that would be weird. It’s strange navigating the newness of this between us. We’ve always been comfortable around one another and it feels awkward to do the things we never did before. Does that make sense?”

“It tells me you’re overthinking it a bit. You could have plopped onto my bed in any ol’ position and I would have loved the sight. I’ve dreamed of seeing you there so many times that no matter how you position yourself it won’t be anything I haven’t thought about already.”

“Are you serious or are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“Completely serious, Bea. You are the woman I dreamed about when I closed my eyes at night and the one I wished for in the bright light of day too.”

“Ky,” She whispered.

“Nah, we don’t need to get sappy,” I mumbled into the skin of her neck. “We need to get you out of your head and into the mood.” I nipped at the tender flesh there between her shoulder and neck and delighted in her giggled response.

Bea spun around to face me and her smile nearly knocked me off my feet. “I dreamed about you too, more than I care to admit considering I was with another man for a couple years.”

“He doesn’t belong here in this moment.”

“No, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t in many moments you had no business being a part of.”

“Bea,” It was my turn to whisper her name reverently. “Give me those lips,” I demanded.

“Which ones?” My woman sassed back.

“That’s it!” I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed like she weighed nothing. Then, I dropped down to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed where I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer until her bottom damn near hung off the edge. “You lost the chance to make that choice for yourself.” I dove in and feasted on her pussy. She couldn’t even form words for the first two minutes. When she could, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who said I didn’t make my choice?” As she said that, she tugged my head closer to her pretty pussy and I took full advantage and licked her from ass to clit before I stopped to suck and nibble until she squirmed beautifully beneath me. “Ky, please!” She begged as her fingers weaved their way through the strands of my hair.

“Please, what?” I questioned before I went right back to it and started carving out the words, “I love you, Bea” on her clit with my tongue.

“Please, don’t stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing,” she panted.

I groaned against her pussy as I fisted my own shaft and pinched just at the base to get myself back under control. I had been about two seconds from spilling my seed all over the edge of the bed. Just hearing her beg for me to keep pleasuring her was enough to push me to the brink.

“Love this sweet taste, Bea.” I swiped my tongue up her center again. “Think it’s my favorite new flavor. Sweet Bea - never knew how accurate that name was until this moment.”

“Oh God! I’m never going to be able to hear that without blushing again,” she groaned.

I grinned against her pussy and then went back to work until I had her thighs shaking and her pussy pulsing around my fingers as my tongue worked its magic on her clit.

“Ky! God, Ky, don’t stop! Fuck, I’m coming!”

I continued to lick her through the orgasm, and only slowed my pace as she began to come down. “That was music to my ears, sweetheart.” I reached out and flipped her boneless body over so that her legs hung off the bed and her ass was angled high on the edge of the bed. Then I crawled forward and teased her opening with the head of my dick before I pushed forward and finally, finally after all those years of dreaming of it, sank all the way into Bea’s warm, wet cunt.

“Heaven,” I grunted. “Sweet fucking heaven, Bea.”

“Yeah,” she agreed eagerly. “So full, Ky. You have me so full.”

I pulled back so slowly it must have been just as torturous for her as it was for me. “No, no, no,” she pleaded. I paused for a minute and then slammed back into her without mercy. “Oh! God, yes!” Bea shouted at me as I repeated the movement and then sped it up until I was pumping in and out of her full tilt without holding anything back. “Yes, yes, yes. Ky, fuuuuck!”

“That’s it sweetheart. Take my cock. You like it hard, don’t you?”

“So much,” she managed to get out between labored breaths. “Yes, don’t stop. Right there!” Her voice rose in pitch as I hit her G-spot and continued to angle in such a way as I would thrust right over it as I thrust down into her depths.

“Made for me, Bea. You were…” I grunted as her pussy pulsed around my cock. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Fucking perfect for me.” She pulsed again and I realized she was about to shoot off like a rocket.

“Ky!” My name whimpered from her lips felt like a fucking reward. I wanted to pound my fucking chest and swim in the pride I felt at taking her to the point where she couldn’t even get a one syllable word, like my nickname, past her lips without a whole lot of effort. “Ky!” She wailed as her inner walls clamped down on me. I had never in my life experienced such an amazing fucking sensation. Her muscles squeezed again and I shot off inside her as my arms gripped around her waist and around her front to cup her breasts as I stroked a few more times while we both gradually came down from our equally explosive releases.

“Perfection, Bea.” I kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder, and leaned up further to snatch her lips with mine as she turned her head to the side to meet me for that kiss. It wasn’t until I moved to pull out that we both realized we had forgotten something very important.

“You didn’t use a condom?” She asked.

“Shit, Bea. I didn’t even think. I’ve never done that before, I swear.”

“I know. It’s okay. We got carried away. I didn’t even realize until I felt everything spill out.”

“Stay just like that. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” I got up and ran to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I ran it under warm water and came back to the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My woman was bent over the bed, on her knees, ass in the air, as my come dripped out of her. “I hope we just got you pregnant,” I whispered.

“What?” She called out to me and pulled me from the trance I had fallen into from seeing her like that.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” I took a minute to gently clean between her legs and then leaned in to drop a kiss on her ass cheek. “Be right back,” I whispered as I stood again and went to the bathroom to clean myself off and dispose of the rag.

When I got back out to the bedroom, Bea had hidden herself away under the sheets. She smiled sweetly at me as I climbed into bed beside her. “I kind of hope so too, but then again, I’d really like a couple years of just the two of us together first.”

“Sweet Bea,” I kissed her lips before either of us could take back our secret wish.