#dbf!beauarlen

"Nice to see you too, Dad," You bent down to kiss his cheek before straightening up again. "Headed inside, i'll be back out in a second." He turns over his shoulder to look at you, "Take a shower first," he called to you, "For everyones sake!"

Over your shoulder you give him the bird, earning a solid belly laugh as you rushed inside your house. The second you stepped inside, the quite house was almost enough to completely drop your shoulders. You dragged yourself towards the kitchen, already thinking about the shower waiting for you upstairs-and whether or not you had the energy to even make yourself dinner.

Then you spotted a familiar flannel. It was tossed over the back of a barstool, worn and faded, cuffed sleeves. You knew it well, it was the same one you'd used as a little girl as a blanket in his truck. "Oh," you said, "Hi, Beau." Sheriff Arlen was halfway inside your refrigerator, probably rummaging around for more beer, he glanced over his shoulder at the sound of your voice. "Well, hey there little girl." His eyes landed on you, his expression shifted almost immediately, not dramatically but noticeable. His eyebrows pulled together as he looked at you, his eyes raking over your current attire. The black biker shorts and halter bra was clinging to you, sweat was still visible on your hairline.

"You look uh," He paused, "Like shit."

You rolled your eyes, "Did you and dad rehearse being assholes or is that just natural?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Whatever conversation he had must be unrelated."

He finally pulled back from the fridge, beers in hand and a container of leftovers in the other. He shut the door with his shoulder before looking at you. "You eat yet?" He gestured the takeout box to you.

You blinked, "I was at work all day and then I went to the gym." You dropped your gym bag onto the floor, rolling your shoulders back.

Beau nodded, like he'd expected that, "That wasn't what I asked."

"No, Beau, I didn't eat." You took your hand to your shoulder, pressing along the painful knot settled in your trap. "Sit down." His eyes pointed to the barstool beside you, "You can shower after you eat."

"you just said I looked like shit?" Your hand released from the painful spot, you shook your head at him. "I said you look like hell actually." Despite yourself, you smiled. It was hard not to smile aorund him. Beau had always had a way of making it happen. Like no matter how long or hard your day had been, you could walk into a room and find him-usually accompanied by your dad but nonetheless he always was there. "Beau-" You were quickly interrupted by him.

"Sit down."

You pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and dropped into it, "There," you muttered, "Happy sheriff Arlen." He moved around the kitchen, setting the now warmed up three-day old stew in front of you, "Ecstatic, little girl."

You paused, the spoon halfway to your mouth. Little girl. It wasn't like Beau had never called you anything before. Honey, Darling, Angel, Sweetheart, just to name a few. But something about the way he'd said Little girl made your stomach knot.

Probably because you haven't eaten all day.

He turned away back to his beer popping it open with ease, "You want one?"

"No thanks im good."

You made quick work of the food in front of you, Beau stood opposite you, staring and drinking from the bottle. Everytime you glanced up, his eyes were locked onto you.

“You gonna keep staring at me,” you asked, “or are you gonna go see my dad?” Beau took another long drink before lowering the bottle, "I can multi-task. Pretty well actually."

"Your inside. He's outside." your eyes narrowed at him. "Been watching me eat for like five minutes."

"Just watchin you."

“Apparently,” you muttered, pushing the empty bowl away. “Considering you watched me finish every bite.”

Beau’s mouth twitched around the rim of his beer.

“Had to make sure you ate.”

“You’ve been standing there staring at me like I’m evidence.”

“Occupational hazard.” His shoulders rose.

You leaned back in the chair, stretching your arms over your head. The movement pulled a quiet groan from you, and Beau’s expression changed almost immediately.

“You hurt?” His teasing smile faded.

“No.” You dropped your arms. “Just sore.”

“From the gym?” He walked closer to you, observing how you massaged the knot in your shoulder.

“And work.” You let out a sign, rolling your head in a circle.

“You work all day, then go work out for another hour?”

“I’m fine Beau." You shrugged, trying to brush it off. “It helps me clear my head.”

“Looks like it’s wearin’ you out.” He stepped behind the barstool, closing any space between you. Before you could argue, his hands settled gently on your shoulders.

“Beau—”

“Relax.”

His thumbs pressed carefully into the knot near the base of your neck, working slow circles into the tension you’d been pretending wasn’t there. You immediately went still. His hands paused for a second before continuing, gentler this time.

The comment caught you off guard. You stared down at the counter, suddenly very interested in the wood grain.

A small smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself.

His hands slowed, lingering for just a moment before dropping away.

“There,” he said softly. “Better?”

You rolled your shoulder, testing it. “A little.”

“Good.” Beau exhaled through his nose, and for a second he just stilled. Staying close behind you, too close. You could smell the leather from his belt, the cologne he used, and the smell of beer coming from his mouth.

without warning, he pressed both hands back into your shoulders, this time staying near where your neck met the slopes of your shoulders and started massaging again. Deeper. Firmer.

The pressure of his strong thumbs working into the snoreness felt magical, painful but in a hurts so good kind of way. He quickly found just the right spot that had been tight since the morning and he dug right into it. "Damn," unfortunately it was more of a moan then sigh, slipping out before you even registered what was coming out.

Beau's lips curved, "Damn?" He repeated, voice low and rough. He leaned down slightly, right by your ear, low enough just so only you could hear.

"That feel good, little girl?"

Then without letting a beat pass he slid his hands down from your neck and down between them right where the tension lives and started to knead with his knuckles. This time his hands were deliberate, soft and teasing. like every stroke of his long fingers were saying something filthy. Then he straightened up, still behind you but now his voice was low, thick with whatever emotion was stirring in his head. "Y'know," he started, "You look real good in this." His eyes raked over you, the tihgt black shorts hugging every curve of your hip and thighs, the thin halter top clinging to your chest. You'd thrown the outfit on without thinking twice about it, Beau was looking at you like he'd been thinking about it, thinking about what it look like ripped off.

"And I hate every damn man who saw you like this." His voice dropped even lower, gravelly and his breath hitched just slightly. All signs of teasing gone. "Seein you like this," He admitted, staring at the cleavage exposed by your bra, "Like you don't know what your doing."

Something shifted between you, the air felt too warm, too thick. Beau rested one hand against the back of the barstool, close enough that you could feel his eyes all over your back.

"I got dressed to work out..." a nervous laugh slipped out. He turned the barstool towards him, forcing your legs to be trapped by his while his eyes locked onto yours.

"Makes it real hard to remember i'm supposed to be the responsible one," His hand comes to your face, gently running a thumb over your lip, "But I really don't like the idea of anyone else thinking they can have you whenever they want."

He stayed there, close enough you could feel his breath,his other hand coming to your bare thigh. The roughness of his hands sent electricity up your spine, no grabbing but claiming, like every inch of your exposed skin belonged to him like it always had. And when you squirmed? He noticed the tiny shift in your breath, the way you tensed under him, all while something dark and hungry brewed behind his hazel eyes.

Without any warning he cupped the sides of your face gently, leaning to the side of your face, "Why're you twitchin' baby?" His voice rang through your ear, "I thought you liked my close?" "M-my dad is outside, Beau." The shakiness of your voice gave away far more than you wanted it to. His mouth curved against your ear, "Is that what's got you shakin'?"

"Yes," you whispered, his hand slipped from your cheek and settled against your leg as he leaned back to look at you, "Such'a terrible liar."

You swallowed hard, "Im not lying."

"No?" His thumb traced slow circles on the inside of your thigh, "Your lookin' at me like you want me to do somethin' for ya." Your lips parted but no response formed. he watched you, his face softening into a condensing smile. He looked towards the door leading to the garage, "Your dad still drinking?" You shook your head, eyes wide and pleading. "Good. Means i've got a minute."

"Beau-" He stood, towering over you, hands releasing your thighs, his smile ticked up, "Go upstairs little girl." You stared at him and looked at the very present rock hard cock stuffed in his jeans, "What?"

"Go upstairs and wait for me." He was headed to the garage, beer in hand face plastered with confidence. You hopped of the barstool the second his body heat left yours, "What are you gonna tell him?"

Before swinging the door open he looks over your body, "Whatever gets me to your room the fastest." His smile turned softer as he stepped out.

The second the door clicked shut, the panic set in. You stood frozen in the kitchen for a heartbeat and a half before rushing up the stairs, you took two at a time, your heartbeat growing more thunderous with every step. You rushed to your room and shut the door behind you.

You reached your bed and sat on the corner, rubbing your palms against your thighs, waiting for beau's footsteps up the stairs. Then you heard laughter from downstairs, your dad's and beau's, then the floor creaked and seconds passed before the sheriff was stepping inside your room.

The door clicked shut, his boots silent against your carpet. you swore the room grew smaller with beau standing there-tall and broad shoulders shadowing the door behind him. His eyes scanned you like he was memorizing this moment, seeing you on the bed waiting for him. He closed the distance with three long strides, reaching a hand for the back of your neck before crashing his lips into yours. It wasn't gentle or sweet, he was hungry - desperate for more of you, like he'd been forced to hold back. His mouth moved over yours with possession, his tongue made quick work of parting your lips.

His other hand slid down to grip your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints as his kiss depended-messy, hot and hungry. Beau tilted your head back with his grip on your jaw, taking his mouth lower kissing your jaw. His rough stubble scraped against your skin as he nipped at your earlobe causing small whines to be choked out from your mouth. His hands roamed everywhere now, one gliding under your bra to trace warm circles over your peaked breasts, the other brushing the waistband of your shorts, begging for him to dip down. "You know how worked up you got me? Comin' in here half dressed?" His breath was ragged, "You wanted this to happen didn't you?" The way he asked you nearly sent you over the edge without touching you. He forcefully put you back on the bed, legs locked around him. He didn't wait for an answer, he didn't even give you time to think before his hand brushed across the peak of nerves through your shorts, sending heat straight to your core. The whimper that escaped was answer enough, high pitched and helpless.

His hands slipped past the waist band of those tight shorts and without hesitation he ripped them down, forcing them off of you leaving you stranded in just your lace panties.

"Oh baby, you know I love the color red." He paused his hands just long enough before moving where the soft fabric met your heat, throbbing and damp. The slowly, he pressed two thick fingers right where you needed him.

"Beau, Beau please." You couldn't even look at him, your eyes were glued to the hand pressing against you. A chuckle rumbled from his chest at your reaction, low and rough and so smug.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured against your ear, "all worked up and needy just from me rubbin' ya? Christ..."

His fingers hooked under the red lace, dragging them down your thigh, he instantly brought his face to your inner thigh, slow, worshiping kisses trailed your thighs. His mouth quickly found you, no buildup just heat as his tongue dragged slow and firm right up your center, he was acting like a starving man.

A moan ripped from your throat, loud and uncontrolled, Beau responded by gripped your thighs hard to keep yourself at his mercy, he kissed every inch-the soft inner lips, the folds and eventually your entrance. Your back arched off the bed, forcing your hips into his face even further, your hands knotted in his hair. Beau growled against you sending deep vibrations straight through you. His tongue moved against your clit, flicks and licks slowly building your high, your hips jerked involuntarily-chasing his mouth even though he kept himself pinned to your core. His quite hums left you moaning whimpering mess as he made little circles with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm hit hard, your legs shuddered against him and he didn't slow down. He milked it. He loved seeing your body clenched as your wave of pleasure washed over you, he was strained against his jeans at the sight of your back arched off the bed, the breathy crys of his name coming out of your mouth.

When you finally started to come down, Beau pulled back to look at you. Still breathing heavy himself, lips glossy with your slick and eyes dark, he ripped the remaining clothing off your body, throwing it across the room. His followed shortly after, his belt hitting the floor with a clang. No more teasing, no more waiting. He moved fast, in seconds his jeans were shoved down, freeing himself, ripping away any composure he had left."You did so good baby," he climbed onto the bed above you on all fours, towering over you.

Beau ran his hand over your soaked core, rubbing the slick over his cock, "you're soaked, little girl."

The moment he straddled the bed over you, his control flew out the window, he didn't ask, in a fluid motion he flipped you onto your stomach, strong hands guiding your hips up as he teased his cock at your entrance.

"God, please beau, i need it." You begged, it was pathetic how badly you ached for him. His cock was solid against you, he chuckled "feel how hard I am for ya? thats all from you baby."

"You want me bad, baby?" he teased his cock by pushing inside you inch by inch, your hands made fists with the sheets, all you could do was grind against his hips in an attempt for more of him.

"More-m-more please." Your words were meak, but God, did beau love hearing you beg for him. The way your voice was soft and desperate.

He gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft skin as he finally pushed all of him inside, a deep groan tore from him as he bottomed out. You were gripping onto him, like heaven wrapped around every inch, "Thats it, take all of it." Your cry was all he needed, he quickly found a rhythm somewhere between rough yet slow, each thrust was deliberate, his hands roamed your body, one found its home on your throat, beau forced your eyes on him as he pounded into you. "Let me see you, baby, I wanna see you take my cock." His voice was all you could focus on, your whines were drowned out by the sound of skin meeting.

The heat between your bodies was already forming sweat where his chest met your back during each forward push, his breath was ragged above you, low grunts escaped him with every drive inside you. Instinctively you clenched around him, each time you did, Beau would curse under his breath.

Each involuntary clench made his hips stutter, throwing off his rhythm just for a split second, his thighs tensed behind you, "You wanna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?" The words came out strained behind all the pleasure coming from this throat, he fought to keep his pace despite just how tempting it would be to spill into you.

"You gonna let me fill you up right?" He pressed hot kisses down your spine, while he took the hand from your throat to your hair, pressing your face into your sheets.

your whines were muffled but you made sure he knew your response by the way your hips bucked back into him, fucking him. His breath hitched when you pushed back against him, taking control just for a second. He tightened the grip on your hair and kept you where he wanted as he snapped his hips sharper, deeper, faster, he was chasing his high and the beds creaking surely made it obvious. You felt it first, the twitch of his cock, the tight coil in your stomach when his thrusts turned desperate, his controlled strokes becoming erratic as pleasure surged through him into you. A guttural groan ripped from him as he buried himself inside you, stuffing you full with each hot pulse. Your body clenched around him as you rode out your own high, orgasm crashing through again just from the fullness of him.

Beau stayed pressed to your back, resting his forehead against your shoulder blades, his arm draped over your waist, the other guided your body to lay down, his own following. The room was quiet as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder, softer than any touch he'd given you all night. With his lips still against your skin, he muttered, "Maybe ill join you at the gym next time," he paused, brushing your hair back, "Especially if you wear stuff like that."

Another kiss is planted behind your ear, "Get in the shower, you look like hell."