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  And Beau Montgomery is all man.

  He kisses me again, this time with a fire coursing through his skin, consuming me, my lips are swollen, and my pussy is desperate, and I don't know what will happen next but if it compares at all to that kiss--I know it's going to be good.

  Besides, you can't kiss like that and not know how to fuck.

  He unbuttons my green top, and when he pushes it away my breasts bounce in the sheer bra barely cupping them.

  "Damn, you look so good, Josie," he says with that needy look in his eyes--the look he had in the diner when he asked for my special.

  I want to make him look like this every day of his life.

  He unclasps my bra at the center hook and then my breasts are bare, exposed. But I don't feel vulnerable to him.

  I feel beautiful.

  "Good God," he groans, kissing my tits, my nipples in his mouth as he sucks them and I run my hands through his thick hair as he touches my breasts with a hungry need I understand.

  I need it too.

  Then he pulls his shirt over his head, his rock-hard chest coming into view and causing me to sit up, shed my own shirt sleeves, and unabashedly look him over with mouth gaping in desire.

  "Beau... you are..." I shake my head. This is not a body you can get by occasionally going to Cross Fit. This is a body that's made from moving, constantly. His six pack is firm, his biceps are bigger than I could encircle with both hands.

  He shakes his head, as if not liking the attention, and I'm grateful he isn't one of those asshole dudes who always want to focus on themselves--on their bodies.

  He pulls off my jeans, my lacy panties too. And for a split second I feel too exposed, but then he looks me over, from head to toe, while I'm completely naked before him on my bed. And I don't feel naked... I just feel seen.

  "Josie, you are perfection."

  I shake my head, not wanting to hear it. It's one thing to have sex with a stranger who is good with his hands. At least, in theory. I mean, he does know how to rebuild a porch. It is another thing to have that man tell you that you're perfection.

  I can't believe it.

  I shake my head, pressing my hands to his lips. "Shhh," I tell him. "Don't say things you don't mean."

  He leans back her me. "Maybe you don't know what I mean, yet, Josie. But I'm going to work you over until you believe me. You. Are. Perfection."

  And then he unbuckles his belt, stepping out of his jeans and revealing all of himself to me.

  I swallow at the sight of his thick cock. It’s more than a mouthful; he’s a complete meal.

  So, this is how these hook-ups work.

  I think I had forgotten or maybe bad college dorm sex doesn't count as a real hook-up anyways.

  But this is real.

  Beau Montgomery, naked before me, is one hundred percent real. He's a red-blooded American and he is ready for me. Throbbing for me.

  I feel faint.

  "You okay?" he asks as if worried.

  "Um, yeah." I clear my throat. Remember to breathe. "I'm more than okay. I'm great."

  He walks toward me, stroking himself as he comes nearer to the bed where I'm naked. "Good," he says gravely. "Because you look a little anxious."

  "I'm not. I just. Like I said... it's been awhile."

  "It's been a while for me too."

  He says that, but I have a sneaking suspicion that his ‘a while’ is very different than mine. It's been a few years for me.

  And my body knows it.

  Suddenly the desire to be with him, right now--this man with a thick rod of pleasure in his hand--overwhelms me.

  "You're really big, Beau."

  "And you're really wet," he says, running his hand between my thighs, feeling how slick I am for him. His hand presses against my pussy, my clit already needy for him, and as if he can sense this, he dips a finger inside me, against me--warming me up.

  But my body was made primed and ready for him. It's as if all the lust in the world has been brought here to this room, and it covers us in a thick blanket of desire.

  Unable to hold back, he leans over me, kissing me again, his mouth needier now. My hand runs over his cock and I stroke his solid shaft, already dreaming of it between my legs, pressed deep inside me until it breaks me in half. Because I already know that after this I will never be the same.

  This is everything.

  "Oh, girl, you feel so good and tight," he growls, his fingers working me over, my pussy throbbing under his touch. "You like that?" he asks.

  And I nod, unable to speak because, in truth, I am panting for breath--panting for him. When I come against his hand, I feel my knees buckle. He has finger-fucked me until I'm soaking wet, the bed a mess, and the two of us are just starting.

  Just warming up.

  I pull myself up, knees apart and he stands between them. I lean my head down, taking his hardness in my mouth. He undoes my ponytail, running his fingers through my hair as I take him. His tip is so smooth, and I swirl my tongue around him, unable to believe that this happening.

  But it is. His veiny cock is begging me to take more and I deep throat him, Beau pushing the back of my head, hungry for me.

  I will give it to him.

  My jaw is tight as I suck him off, moving my tongue over his hard ridges. He groans against me, tugging at my hair as he holds it by fistfuls. And when he comes, I let it slide down my throat as I pump him harder for more of his milky release.

  It tastes so good, and yet I need more. I turn over on all fours, as he stands behind me, his growing cock running over my ass. He holds my hips and then he cups my breasts. It's as if he wants to feel me and take me in every way.

  I want that too. I want it more. I want it now.

  His cock moves against my slick pussy, my body opening to him as he fills my cunt with his solid shaft.

  I scream out, clenching the quilt as he fills me in a deep way I've never experienced. He comes at me with full force and I realize it is exactly what I need.

  I need to scream his name and beg him to move harder, more, deeper, forever.

  He comes in my pussy, my body responding to everything Beau is willing to offer. And as we collapse in my bed, I realize he is willing to give me an awful lot. I roll to face him, our knees touching, our hands on one another's faces as we catch our breath and still our hearts.

  "Josie, what kind of miracle worker are you?" he asks, his voice sincere and low. Raw.

  "Miracles? I don't have much need for those."

  "No?" His eyes search mine. "What do you need?"

  I sigh, nestling closer, my body already wanting another go. "If I can trust the person I am with, that is all that matters," I tell him. "And when I look in your eyes, Beau, I trust what I see."

  He swallows hard at the words. "What do you see, Josie?"

  "I see a man who knows exactly what he wants."

  "And can he have it?" he asks in a hoarse whisper.

  "Yes," I tell him, pulling him nearer, spending my legs as he pulls himself on top of me. "Yes, Beau Montgomery, you can.”

  Chapter 5

  Beau

  Somewhere over the last week, I fell into some vortex where my past no longer is looking to bite me in the ass. I keep thinking Tommy and his cronies will find me, but so far nothing bad has hunted me down.

  Instead, I landed on this mountain where people say hello, watch one another's kids, and have BBQs.

  I grew up with a drunk father. There were never neighborhood block parties. There were cases of Bud Light and lots of yelling. Rent was always late, the hot water usually out, and my lunch was had on the government’s dime.

  But this mountain doesn't operate that way. This place is like a fucking Norman Rockwell painting. Red, white, and blue, through and through.

  And to say I feel a little out of my element is no joke.

  But Josie insists that I belong as much as anyone else.

  "Grace and I were over at Harper's and she and Rosie wouldn't drop the topic of
you," she tells me. "Then Stella showed up and started in, and next thing I know, Honor and Cherish were there. It was a lot of interrogation."

  I give her a sidelong glance as I finish sanding the rails for her porch. "And you think telling me that six women were all talking about me is gonna make me want to go meet them?"

  Josie grimaces. "I know. But the food will be good. Rosie makes a mean potato salad. And Cherish is bringing pies."

  "I only want what you're serving, Josie," I tell her. Her cheeks redden, my compliments getting her nice and bothered. "How about we have a little nap before the barbecue."

  She smirks. "You don't know the first thing about naps, mister."

  Nonetheless, she comes up the front steps of her newly finished porch and I follow her inside.

  "What kind of nap were you thinking?" I ask, pulling her over my shoulder and spanking her ass while carrying her up the stairs.

  I don't know how long this picture-perfect moment in my life will last. Eventually, all good things come to an end. At least for me they always do. But right now, I have a pretty, little thing in my arms and I intend on keeping her to myself for as long as I can.

  "A quick nap," she says. "I promised the girls we'd be there at five."

  I shut the bedroom door, pinning her to the wall. She squeals in delight as I pull up her skirt and pull down my pants. Against the wall, her tight cunt sinks against my hard cock.

  It's impossible to sleep when there is a woman like this in the world.

  ---

  "You seem nervous," Josie says a while later as I park my Scout in the gravel driveway, next to a bunch of twelve passenger vans.

  "I am."

  "What, you've never gone home to meet the parents?" she laughs.

  When I shake my head, she gives me a wry look. "Well, these friends are the easy part. If you want to keep seeing me, eventually you're gonna have to go to my dad's for dinner."

  Damn, I am feeling over my head in a hundred ways right now. Josie’s friends are one thing. Her family is another. I just got out of prison, and everyone else in Josie’s life has their shit together.

  Josie carries a basket of her homemade cornbread as we walk up to Buck's place. The home is beautiful but smaller than his co-owner, Jaxon's place. But all their properties are sprawling. They are practically parks in their own right, with green grass, conifer trees, and large play structures for the kids.

  And there are a lot of kids. Josie tried to warn me on the way here, but I swear they are multiplying before my eyes. Two dozen kiddos are running around at all heights and speeds.

  "See," Josie says smiling. "Why would anyone leave this place?"

  I swallow, trying to man up and make sure I can make Josie proud. We've only spent a week together. This relationship is as new as new can get. And there is still a lot I want to share with Josie. I want to tell her who I am and what my past really looked like.

  Where I've been the past five years and why.

  The last thing I want to do is scare her away, but at the same time, she deserves to know everything.

  Jonah meets us out front and Josie gives him a hug right away. I know there is nothing going on between the two of them, but seeing her with him makes me realize how much I care about her. How I want to be the only man for her.

  "Hey, buddy," Buck says as we head to the backyard patio. Josie peels off toward the kitchen and Jonah watches me closely, as if making sure I'm not up to anything shady. He's stopped by the farmhouse a few times this week while I was there working alone, and he gave me a hand. He seems like a good guy, but he's definitely unsure about me. The line of questioning he comes up with makes me think he doubts my story.

  The men are standing around the grill, watching meat cook, and the ladies are in the kitchen, laughing and pouring wine. Some of the dads are pushing their kids in swings, and everyone seems to be holding a baby.

  It takes my breath away; this town. It’s one where everyone truly is looking after one another.

  "Can I get you a beer?"

  I nod and Buck hands me a cold one. "Homebrewed," he tells me. "We're pretty picky about our beer on this mountain."

  I take a drink. "It's really good," I tell him honestly. I swear to God there aren't men like this anywhere else, at least nowhere I've been. They make their own beer, hold their babies because they want to, take care of their wives because they love them.

  I swear, I have a man-crush on these guys, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. They fucking know what matters in life.

  "How's it going over at Josie's?" Buck asks as he flips BBQ chicken.

  "Going well. Though you should know,” I say grinning. Truth is, Buck or Jax, or one of the other guys stop by a few times a day to make sure the new guy on the crew is doing his job right. “Finished the porch today. I was looking at the kitchen and the whole thing needs to be gutted. The bones look good though. It would be great if you could spare a few minutes early next week and give me your opinion,” I tell him. He says of course straight away.

  I genuinely trust his input and don't want to do anything to fuck up what I have going on right now.

  I want this to last.

  Josie walks out of the kitchen holding a baby with wisps of blond hair. She looks so natural as if a holding an infant was second nature. When a toddler starts fussing at her feet.

  "Auntie Josie, I need to go potty!"

  She kneels down and says something to him, before calling for Cherish. "I'm gonna take your little one to the bathroom, okay?"

  A woman with long blond hair thanks her, and takes the baby from Josie's arms. It's like an orchestrated dance and they all know the moves, never tripping over anyone else's feet. It's fucking beautiful.

  Other women bring out bowls of food and platters of fruit. Kids clamber to the picnic tables and the dads all pitch in to get the kids’ plates.

  I step back watching the scene unfold, not really knowing my place. Eventually though, Josie returns from the bathroom and the adults begin going through the assembly line to fill our own plates with food.

  Sitting down with Josie, we find ourselves directly across from Jaxon and Harper.

  "So, how are you liking the area?" Harper asks warmly as she dices watermelon for the little one beside her. Jaxon plays with the ends of her hair, and it’s obvious he can’t keep his hands off his wife.

  "The trees, fresh air, the mountains--it's all gorgeous."

  Josie reaches under the table and squeezes my hand. "I think I should take him on the East Summit hike this weekend."

  "A hike?" I turn to her with raised eyes. "I didn't know you were into that."

  "It's gorgeous," she promises. "And I like getting outside when I can."

  "It's true," Harper agrees. "Last year, Josie helped with the garden up here."

  "You garden too? Man, this community feels a little too good to be true," I admit, spreading butter on my cornbread.

  "Is it overwhelming?" Jax asks, picking up a toddler, and sitting him down on his knee.

  "Not in a bad way, but man, there is a lot going on."

  "Well, Josie is amazing with the kids," Harper says. "She's been so helpful, even when she was going through hard times with her granddad."

  "That's what I'm noticing," I tell them.

  "And what are your plans, Beau?" Harper asks.

  I look over at Josie for guidance, but she just looks at me with interest. Guess I'm taking a stab at this one solo. I look around the table and notice Jonah watching me out of the corner of his eye as he cuts up chicken into tiny pieces on the plate of the toddler next to him.

  I thought I'd be in the hot seat tonight and I was right.

  "I like the work I'm doing now. I wouldn't mind continuing it."

  "Neither would I," Josie says.

  I want to tell her so much before her emotions get too wrapped up in me. But as she laces her fingers through mine, I know in my gut that it's already too late.

  I should have told her more by now.

>   Instead, I've told her nothing. Left out the information that's might change the way she sees me. I know it has only been a week, but sometimes a week is longer than five years. Sometimes one week can change your entire life.

  "And how is James's trailer working?" Jax asks.

  "Real good," I say, glancing over at Josie and noticing the way the word trailer makes her blush. Truth is, I haven't spent all that much time in it.

  "So, you're gonna be starting demo on Josie's kitchen?" a woman down the table asks. Josie tried to prep me on her friends earlier and I think this one is Stella.

  "Yep. Buck is going to come over in the next few days and help with the assessment, but looks like there isn't any reason to begin gutting the place," I tell her.

  "If you need any help, Josie, picking out colors or finding cabinets, I know a lot of great vendors for reasonable prices," Stella says.

  "That would be awesome," Josie says. "I'm grateful that my dad is paying to get the place put together right, but I still want to be smart about the renovations. I know there is a ton of other work that needs to be done. The bathrooms are a mess, there is wallpaper in the bedrooms and the wood floors need to be refinished."

  "How many bedrooms are there?" Harper asks.

  "Four," Josie says.

  "Wow, that's a lot of space," Stella says. She has a twinkle in her eye as she adds, "How are you planning on filling all those rooms?"

  Josie's blushes even harder and Wilder elbows his wife. "Aww, give them some time to figure things out."

  “You’re right. Sorry.” Stella frowns apologetically before pulling her husband’s mouth to her own, giving him a kiss.

  Jonah rolls his eyes at the pair before replying with a scowl. "Yeah. It's only been a week. Let's not assume this is going to go down like the rest of your guys' courtships."

  James sits beside him and runs a hand over his beard. "Hey, let's keep it cool, man."

  Josie shoots Jonah dagger eyes, and then Harper chimes in, "Well, Josie always says she isn't looking for a long engagement, for what it's worth."

  Jaxon meets my gaze and mouths an "I'm sorry."