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It’s probably no surprise my standards are so skyscraper high, soaring amongst the clouds—set to have my heart turning to ice from living at such an altitude. In my experience,
nothing and no one has ever come close to the kind of relationship they have, and I simply refuse to settle for anything less than the person who lets me shine the brightest while being myself.
I feel you girl
“Lead the way, boss.” “You—You can just call me Beau, you know.” “I do… but this game is much more fun.”
Not only that, but Sage understands herself. She owns her sexuality, wearing it like a luminary glow I find impossible to ignore, and that alone is unbelievably attractive. Jesus. I’m just endlessly fucking churned up over her, and it’s been a battle ever since that night in the kitchen to try and refrain from thinking about her pretty lips, her gorgeous eyes, and Christ, here I go again.
“Christ, Heartford, you’ve got the world’s biggest fucking blanket over there; quit being a selfish bastard, and share with Sage.”
But the Hayes boy? Offering her the shirt off his back? Absolutely the fuck not.
“I might be a little out of practice now, but in another lifetime, I would have been able to show you the ride of your goddamn life.”
“There wouldn’t be any other ride you’d need.”
“I said I was a bit out of practice, baby. Not that I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“What are you gonna do? Put me over your knee?” “You’re not a child,” I grunt. “No, I’m not.” Her tongue runs slowly over her bottom lip as she studies me and reads me like a fucking book. “But I am a hot-blooded woman who very much enjoys being treated to a spank or ten by someone who knows how to handle me.”
“You captivate me, Sage. You capture me.”
“I’m a man with a hundred racing thoughts at any given time, and only a scattering of limited words. Somehow, I don’t know how you do it, but you twist that and make it feel like all thought flies out of my head, and there are suddenly words on my tongue.”
“Too many words I shouldn’t say, but goddamn want to, like you can’t even begin to imagine.”
Chalk that up to abandonment issues and being the oldest child. A perfect storm of never feeling good enough, while also refusing to be seen as weak for needing anyone’s help.
I’ve got a hot date right here with this Kindle and four book boyfriends who I don’t have to choose between.
Me too girl..hahaha
“I’ve struggled with a head full of impure thoughts about the pretty girl staying in the cabin only fifty paces from my bedroom. I’ve spent the past hour going out of my head worrying about your safety. If it isn’t already clear, you’re on my mind permanently, and I’m about done with denying all the ways I’m needing you.”
“Yes, years, baby. Let me have this. Give me this before I go insane with needing you. Please.”
“How do you expect me to leave you alone? Now I know how sweet your pussy is.”
“You said it yourself. We can’t. There are much bigger things at stake here, cowboy. So we’ve got it out of our systems.” “You’re in my veins, Sage.”
“Baby, there’s no getting you out of my system.”
“You’re gonna milk me dry, aren’t you? A slut who wants to be dicked down and filled with my cum so badly you’re out here being a fucking cock tease.”
“You’re my sunset sky, baby. Bright and mysterious and beautiful all at the same time.”
Oh my god...he is so burly and sweet
“It’s silly. It’s not one thing in particular… but it’s that energy of the moment, you know? The romance of it all. The willingness to lay yourself bare for someone, to leave it all out on the field and risk it all. That’s the high stakes of one character offering up their heart to another. You know it’s pure romance when it sends chills down your spine and makes your stomach flip.”
“I don’t want to lose her.”
“We’re nothing to each other.”
“In case you need it spelled out, you’re everything to me. Taking your phone in order to help out? Yeah, I’d do it all over again without question. I want to take care of you. And not only that, but I want to do little things for you, because that is my privilege to handle the simplest of actions if it will make your life easier. I want to help you, simple as that. While you’re immensely capable and don’t need anyone, you deserve to not always have to carry it around all the same.”
This is me giving you my entire fucking soul so you can do your worst—tear it to pieces if you
decide that’s what you want.”
“What if I do? What if I shred you to pieces?”
“Fine by me. It’s no use to me anymore. It belongs to you, trouble.”
“This is the only good thing… you are the only good thing… so you’d better damn well wear my hat, shut up, and take my dick like my perfect little slut.”
“That’s it. My pretty girl. Take everything. It’s all yours,”
“Goddamn, I’m obsessed with having you and being yours, trouble. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
“You’re my future, Sage Maloney.”
“Jesus. Ffffuck. Milk my cock with that pretty pussy, baby, just like that.”
All I want is for Sage to know that I might have complicated shit to figure out, but I’ve
got no intention of letting her go. She’s too goddamn precious to me. Not because this girl is fragile, but because she’s the rarest kind of diamond there could be. Forged out of fire and unrelenting pressure and able to withstand anything that might come her way.
It’s all hers. All my mornings, evenings, and every thud of my heart in between. She wants me to walk away from this place? I’ll do it. Equally, she can have anything she wants here. It doesn’t mat...
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Every single complicated layer of ingrained fear tore through me at that moment. Being unwanted, abandoned, the gnawing sensation of only ever having a temporary seat at the table. Why would anyone want the wild child, the troublemaker, the girl who can’t keep her mouth shut?
“Baby, when you’re ready... only you will know when that is… if those stars ever align, come and find me in that sunset sky.”
“Throw everything you’ve got at me, trouble. Do your worst. I’ll climb back on even if I hit the dirt.” “What if I stomp on your heart?” I breathe out the words into the midnight air. “Then it means I had the honor of getting close enough to yours.”
“If all I’ll ever have in this lifetime is this thing around my wrist, it’ll have to be enough, but it anchors
me to you every minute of every goddamn day.”
“My heart has been in your hands this entire time, Sage. It doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s yours, baby. You deserve a man who is rock steady, who knows himself, and is prepared to take responsibility for his flaws. So here I am, fucking flawed as all hell, but trying to do better every day, begging you to come back to me.”
“I want all of that, too. I love you, Beau Heartford.”
He’s not asking me to give up anything. In fact I’m almost certain this man would be the one to always encourage me to make a plan for my career, the kind that felt good for me first and foremost.
“I like the way you look at me, Beau Heartford. Do it every day?”
“Forever, trouble.”
