"She Believed She Could, So She Did"

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

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Now both in their underwear, Beau watched Y/N’s face closely and saw her anxiously chew on her bottom lip. “You’re gorgeous, darlin’,” he croaked, meaning it wholeheartedly. She was a beautiful woman, and he hoped that, over time, he’d be able to convince her of that.

“So are you,” she smiled, crossing her arms over her body as though she was suddenly aware of how little clothing she was wearing.

“Don’t cover yourself up. Please,” Beau murmured, crawling up her body and placing a warm, large hand on her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Beau dipped his head, pecking her lips sweetly before trailing a path of kisses, licks and gentle sucks over her jaw and neck. He dropped his lips lower and lower until they reached the swell of her breasts.

His hands skimmed over Y/N’s warm skin, coming to rest on her breasts. He cupped them and flicked a thumb over each nipple, quickly bringing them to stiff peaks. Sliding his hands around her back, Beau pulled her into his chest and expertly unclasped her bra, quickly throwing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Squeezing one of her nipples between his thumb and middle finger, Beau rubbed over it with his index finger as he trailed his lips over her breast and flicked his tongue across her other nipple.

“Beau!” Y/N gasped, sliding her hands into his hair and tugging.

It spurred him on, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth, rumbling a moan as he sucked and licked with enthusiasm, her other breast receiving lavish attention from his warm, large hand as it squeezed and caressed.

Pulling off, he blew gently on her spit-slicked nipple, making her jerk her hips into his, both of them groaning at the friction. Switching sides, he used his fingers to rub and spread the wetness he’d left on her puffy nipple into her skin.

Cautiously, Beau took Y/N’s dry nipple between his teeth and scraped them gently over it. He hummed at her moan, flicking his tongue over her hard nub to soothe it from his nibbling teeth. When there was no protest, he placed her nipple between his teeth again, this time holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He could’ve stayed there forever, just licking and sucking on her nipples, but they had time for that, and right now, as she slid her hands into his underwear and before they went any further, he needed to make sure she was ready. He needed to hear her tell him one more time that this is what she wanted.

Reluctantly, Beau grabbed her hands, placed one at each side of her head, and held them there. “Y/N, please,” he whispered, his voice deep and gruff with his arousal. “I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, darlin’.”

“I am, Beau. I promise.”

Y/N’s POV

At her promise, Beau’s smile was dazzling, and he dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips once more. It was different this time, more frenzied as if her consent was the only thing he’d been holding back for.

It was sweet, Y/N thought, and just like him to insist that she give her consent twice. She respected him for it and appreciated it. Sex hadn’t been on the cards for her when she was getting ready for their date. It just kind of happened, and that made it feel all the more right.

Beau’s hand trailed over her body, and shivers followed in their wake. Her small, dainty fingers had always managed to get the job done, as did the few toys she had hidden in a shoe box on top of her wardrobe, but her touch-starved body responded readily to him, and she’d forgotten how good it felt when it was someone else’s hands on her body.

His fingers ghosted down her stomach and into her panties, not wasting any time in finding their target. She smirked as her wetness made him choke on a curse. Beau let his fingers trace her mound, coating his thick digits in her arousal before he gently parted her silken lips and pushed his middle finger inside her.

Having Beau’s warm, strong hands on her—inside her—was a level of euphoria she’d forgotten existed and hoped would never end. The stretch she felt at taking only one of his fingers was unbelievable, but she knew it’d be nothing compared to what was still to come if the weight of the bulge resting on her inner thigh was anything to go by.

Y/N was roused from her thoughts when Beau’s finger slipped from her. He smirked at her whine and quickly removed her panties, dropping them off the bed to join the growing pile of their clothing, and gently pushed her legs open.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes locked on her dripping heat. His gaze didn’t falter as he stood from the bed, pushed his underwear down, quickly stepped out of them, and crawled back onto the bed.

“Can I taste you?” Beau asked, and she nodded, not trusting her brain and her voice to cooperate and form words.

Settling himself between her legs, he curled his arms under her thighs and lowered his head to her folds. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative and gentle, but it was enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll.

“Beau!” she moaned, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair.

“You taste good, darlin’,” he moaned, placing two fingers at her entrance and pushing them in slowly.

Y/N gasped at the intrusion, making him grin into her slick folds. Beau took his time tasting her, building her orgasm with soft licks and sucks and the lazy pumping of his fingers.

When she finally tumbled over the edge, it was with an intensity she’d never known before. Every nerve in her body was vibrating like it had been awakened from some deep, hidden place inside her and was enjoying pleasure for the first time.

Beau’s lips on her neck brought her back to her senses, but her body was still humming from the pent-up release of sexual energy and, quite frankly, the utterly mind-blowing orgasm he’d pulled from her using only his lips and hands.

He pulled away from her, making her shiver from the loss of his body heat. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, reached in for a condom, swiftly put it on, and covered her body with his once more.

“Are you still sure about this? We can stop,” Beau whispered between gentle pecks to her lips.

“I’m sure.” Y/N cupped his cheeks as she said it, making sure she was looking into his eyes when she answered. It was clearly important to him that she wanted this, and she’d happily tell him a thousand times that she was ready and wanted to take this next step with him if he needed her to.

Beau’s wide smile crinkled the corners of his green eyes, and they glinted with pure happiness at her answer. He kissed her with passion, and the fire that had been reduced to simmering embers by the first orgasm he gave her quickly roared back to life.

Widening her legs to let Beau get closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Y/N smirked into his kiss as she felt the muscles in his perfectly sculpted back twitch under her touch.

In an effortless manoeuvre, Beau slid his throbbing cock into her with a loud, satisfying groan, and Y/N whimpered as her walls stretched and fluttered to accommodate him.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Darlin’, are you okay? I know it’s been a while, but damn it, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Beau. I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him, and as his warm, strong hands softly trailed over her waist, past her hips, and over her thighs, her entire body melted into the mattress, and she relaxed with a contented whine. He slowly began to move his hips, grunting each time her nails dug into his back with every sweet moan he pulled from her.

Y/N was lost entirely in him: his sexy grunts and moans as he enjoyed her body; the way his strong hands were surprisingly gentle as they trailed over every inch of her they could reach; the way he held her gaze, searching her soul with every thrust of his hips.

It was too much, and as much as she wanted this to last forever, she quickly reached her peak. Beau had noticed how close she was too, and with a quick adjustment of his hips, he made enough space between them to slip his hand in and toy with her clit.

“Beau!” she moaned, her hands trailing up the length of his back and settling in his hair. She tugged gently on the long, silky strands and shivered at his groan of approval. 

“What do you need, darlin’? Tell me,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Just you, Beau.” With that, her release hit strong and hard, bringing Beau with her and with it, a whole new meaning and understanding of sex. One she couldn’t wait to explore more with him.

Y/N had — and always would — protect Mia with everything she had, but right now, lying on Beau’s chest with his arms wrapped around her and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her back, she felt safe and protected for the first time in a long time. Being so vulnerable with someone after such a long time was a welcome change.

“What are you thinking about?” Beau asked, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m thinking about how I’m feeling safe and protected. It’s been so long that I forgot how good it feels.”

“No regrets then?” He chuckled, but Y/N knew him well enough to detect the worry and turned her head to look at him.

“No. Not a single one.”

His boyish grin melted her heart, and she knew she had it bad for the sheriff.

“For the record, me either. I have wanted a night like this with you for a long time,” Beau said, panicking when he saw her raised eyebrow.

“Not the sex! I mean, yes, the sex,” he smirked. “The sex was out of this world amazing! It was…” he chewed on his bottom lip and chuckled before he checked himself and cleared his throat.

“Let me try that again,” he said, and she laughed. “I meant, I have wanted to take you out on a date for a long time. This — the sex — was a huge bonus that I wasn’t expecting to happen today. But I’m glad that it did.”

“Me too.” Y/N pushed up and kissed him. It was slow and sweet at first, but the embers soon reignited, and after a few minutes of their passionate makeout session, Y/N pulled away.

“Beau,” she gasped breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I need to go home.” 

He looked taken aback and a little hurt at her bluntness, and she could’ve kicked herself for not being gentler in her approach.

“I haven’t been away from Mia overnight ever. And I’m not saying it’ll never happen. It’s just, she’s only just found out tonight that I was going out with a man, and she doesn’t know it’s you yet—”

“Yet?” Beau’s eyes lit up. “You want to tell her?”

“I do. I wanted to tell her tonight before our date, but I needed to know that you and me–this, us, was right before I did. She loves you, Beau. And we’re neighbours, and if things didn’t seem like they’d work out, I didn’t want her getting hurt.”

“And things are?” Beau questioned. “Right, I mean,” he added at her frown of confusion.

“Yes.” She was so sure that she answered with complete conviction. “At least, I think they are.” Now she was doubting herself, doubting what her gut had been telling her for six weeks.

“They are, darlin’. I just want to make sure you meant it. You’re right. About everything, I know I hold a special place in Mia’s heart. Yours too, I hope,” he chuckled. “And if you think she’s ready to know about me, about us, then I trust you completely.”

“I do. But as I was saying, I haven’t gone a single night without her, and I don’t want her to find out about us by me coming home wearing last night’s clothes with my hair a complete bird’s nest while she’s eating breakfast and my mother gives me that shit-eating grin that makes me want to slap the smugness right off of her face!” Beau laughed, and she chuckled.

“I don’t want her associating us dating as me not being home when she wakes up. And you’re the first person I’ve dated, so how I — we — handle things will be her first experience of a relationship.”

“You’re a great mother, Y/N. Don’t doubt that. Ever,” Beau smiled at her. “We’ll do this at your pace and in whatever way is best for Mia.”

“What about Emily?” she asked, not wanting to exclude the other child in their relationship’s feelings.

“Emily is much older than Mia. She understands a lot more that, as her father, I’d rather not know that she understood!” Y/N giggled. “Carla and Avery are going out of town tomorrow for the night, and she’s staying with me, so I’ll talk to her about us then.”

“And if Emily and Mia don’t like the idea that we’re together?” she bit her lip anxiously.

“I don’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, you and I will sit down and talk it through, alright?”

“Okay,” she smiled, happy they were on the same page.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get dressed and walk you home.”

“Beau, there’s no need for that. I’m just next door!”

“Don’t argue with me! I’m walking you home.”

Part Five

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“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

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“Will I like him?” Mia’s voice was a little more cautious, and Y/N wanted to tell her there and then that it was Beau, but she needed to be sure what they had was the real deal.

“Yes, baby. I know you’re going to love him. But if you don’t, you tell Mommy and we’ll talk about it, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,”

“Pinky Promise?” Y/N smirked, holding her pinky finger out for Mia to clasp with hers.

“Double Pinky Promise!” Mia grinned, holding both little fingers out to her mom, and they clasped them together with giggles.

“Come on, Y/N/N,” her mom said from her bedroom door. “You’re late.”

“Alright, I’m going!” She kissed Mia’s head and smiled. “Be good for Grandma, okay?”

“I promise, Mommy.”

“And mom,” Y/N turned her attention to her mother. “Behave!” she grinned.

“Oh, honey, I never promise to behave!”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Y/N said as she walked over to the table where Beau was seated. “There was a whole thing with Mia and my mother.”

“Is everything alright?” Beau asked as he stood from his seat, walked around the table and pulled the other chair out, helping her remove her coat and pushing her chair in once she’d settled.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Mia was asking questions about where I was going and with whom, and my mom was being…” She gestured her hands, looking for the right word. “My mom, I guess!”

“I can’t wait to meet her!” Beau chuckled.

“Oh, I can,” she huffed playfully, making him laugh heartily.

“Seriously, Y/N. I’m glad you came,” he smiled softly.

“You didn’t think I’d stood you up, did you?” she smirked.

She knew Beau had barely closed over scars from the wounds Carla had inflicted on him. His anxiety that she would stand him up was proof of that, but she was quickly falling in love with him and even though they were taking things slowly, he’d completely turned her life upside down, and she was willing to give this new relationship with the handsome Sheriff everything she had.

“I know it’s been a while since both of us have dated, and I know you have a lot more at stake than I do with Mia being so young, so, yeah… I did have a small panic that you might’ve stood me up. I’m glad you didn’t, and you look stunning,” Beau winked and ordered a bottle of her favourite wine and two glasses from the waiter when he appeared at their table.

Their meal was delicious, and the easy flow of conversation and subtle flirting was everything Y/N could’ve hoped for and more on her first official date since Mia’s father. She couldn’t remember ever being on a better date–first or otherwise–and Beau’s caring and curious attention never wavered from her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“What do you say to sharing dessert with me?” Beau smiled softly at her. “I could really go for a slice of pie or something.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Y/N’s phone beeped, signalling an incoming text. “Please excuse me. It’s from my mom,” she told Beau, unlocking her phone to read the message.

Mom: Mia’s asleep. She went down with no trouble and is out like a light! I’ve got things here if you want to spend the night at Beau’s. Just saying 😉 xxx

“Is Mia alright?” Beau asked, concerned at the change in her demeanour.

“Uhm, yeah. Mia’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked next. He didn’t want to pry, but he was curious about what could have happened to charge the air between them with so much tension.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my mom being my mom,” she chuckled at repeating her earlier words.

“Does she not approve or something?” Y/N glanced at him, trying not to laugh at how endearing she found his unnecessary insecurity.

“The opposite, actually,” she smiled, handing her phone across the table for him to read.

“Oh,” Beau blushed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with his nerves.

“I didn’t show you that to suggest that we should—”

“No. Uh, no. Of course you didn’t. Why would you?” Beau shrugged with a scoffed chuckle. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, because darlin’, nothing would make me happier. But it’s not expected. And I know you might not be ready. Or even want to—”

“Can I get you any desserts or coffee?” The waiter interrupted Beau’s nervous rambling, and Y/N laughed as he looked at her, not sure if sharing a slice of pie was still an option.

“Yes, please. We’ll share the apple pie, please,” she answered for them, not wanting her mom’s message to end their date early.

“Excellent choice! It’ll be right out with that,” the waiter smiled.

“Beau, are you okay?” Y/N asked nervously.

“Uh… yeah?” he questioned rather than stated.

“Listen, Beau. I’m sorry if sharing that message made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, and I’m not expecting anything either. Like you, I would love nothing more—”

“You would?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “But I think we need to talk about what comes next before we jump into bed.”

“Your apple pie,” the waiter said, awkwardly clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing as he scurried away as soon as he’d laid the plate on their table.

“Oh, God!” Y/N groaned, putting her head in her hands. “This is turning into a disaster!”

“I disagree,” Beau grinned, picking up a spoon. “This is the best date ever!”

“Shut up!” she reached across the table and playfully hit his arm.

“What? I’m serious!” he chuckled, digging the spoon into the pie. “And you’re adorable when you get embarrassed.” He shoved the pie in his mouth and gave her a mischievous grin.

“Hey, why don’t we finish this,” he gestured to the pie, “and then we can go to my place for coffee—No. Not that kind of coffee,” he chuckled at her smirk. “I mean proper, actual coffee, and we can talk about where we are and what happens next.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled as Beau handed her a mug of steaming hot coffee and sat beside her on the sofa.

“Alright, tell me how you wanna do this, darlin’. I’ll go first if you need time to sort through your thoughts. Or, if you’re ready now, I’m listening.”

“I’m just gonna say this and not overthink it because if I do, I don’t think I’ll ever say it and it’s something I think I’d want to know about a new partner.” Her voice was shaky, and Beau knew she was nervous about whatever she had to tell him.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’m listening.” He didn’t want to let on how worried he was about what she had to say, so he kept his voice calm and firm and gently took her hand.

“I haven’t had sex in a long time,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

“Okay,” Beau kept his tone neutral and calm. “Can I ask how long ‘long’ is?”

“The last person was Mia’s father.”

“Four years,” Beau guessed.

“Well, he left me when I was five weeks pregnant, so technically… five years.”

“Five!” Beau was stunned. “That is a long time. And I thought I hadn’t had sex in a long time, but five years? Wow.”

“Are you okay?” Y/N frowned.

“Are you?” he countered with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me you’ve at least gotten yourself off?”

“Beau!” she gasped and put her head in her hands.

“Hey, there ain’t nothing wrong with a little self-lovin’, darlin’! Hell, I think it’s sexy knowing a woman does it.”

It was then that Y/N’s phone beeped again. She glanced at the screen, saw it was her mom, and quickly picked up the device.

Mom I see you took my advice and went home with Beau. That’s my girl! xxx

You Mom, we’re just talking xxx

Mom Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 😏 xxx

“Sorry. That was my mom checking in, but everything’s fine,” she sighed.

“Really?” Beau smirked. “You’re not trying to get out of answering my question, are you?”

“You want me to give you my phone so you can read it?” she laughed.

“No, thank you. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place!” Beau chuckled. “Seriously, darlin’, I’m sorry if I’m coming across as pushy or if I’m making you uncomfortable—”

“You’re not,” Y/N interrupted. “I feel like you have the right to know. And I do get myself off. Regularly. I’m human,” she shrugged. “And I have needs.”

“Yeah, girl! And to think all this time, I was right next door. We could’ve been helping each other out!” Y/N’s scowl quickly wiped the grin from his face.

“Can we focus, please?”

“Sorry,” Beau cleared his throat. “What makes you think I deserve to know about this? Not that I’m not grateful that you told me; I’m just curious.”

“We’re dating, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “So, you’re my boyfriend. And you should know that I want to have a physical relationship with you, but I’m nervous because it feels like it was a lifetime ago the last time I… you know… went there with someone.”

“I know, darlin’. But there’s no rush, alright? I can’t wait to start that part of our relationship, but we don’t need to put a time on it. At no point am I going to expect sex from you. Ever. I hope you know that, and if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’m not going to force it or try to change your mind.”

“What if I am ready?” she whispered.

“You are?” Beau checked.

“Yes. But if you’re not, it’s fine. The forcing you thing goes both ways,” Y/N smiled softly.

“Oh, darlin’. I’m ready. I promise you. But if you’re nervous, we can wait.”

Y/N didn’t answer him. Instead, she leaned forward, placed her lips on his and gently raked her nails up his neck and into his hair. Beau whined at the sensation of her playing with his hair, and she used the opportunity to slide her tongue against his.

They’d made out a lot in the past six weeks, but this kiss became hot and heavy fast; Beau’s hands slid up her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, and Y/N was quick in taking up residence on his lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N,” Beau gasped when they pulled apart for much-needed oxygen. “Darlin’, are you absolutely sure about this?”

“Just kiss me. We can talk later.”

Part Four

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