Sweet Renegade (13 page)

*Lizette*

“Love Me”
is my favorite Renegade song. And it might just be because Beau gets to hit the biggest note in the song. I can’t help but watch him as he sings. I am in love with his voice. He is like the Brian Littrell of Renegade. Even though he’s singing pop music, he still keeps just a hint of his country twang, which I find so sexy. And whenever he sings something in falsetto, he gives me goose bumps. All of the guys have amazing voices, but Beau has always been my favorite, even before becoming his girlfriend and sleeping with him.

Beau chose to go casual with his outfit today, wearing dark jeans, a fitted vintage steely blue V-neck T-shirt, white sneakers, and a white baseball cap, which he put on backward. He looks laid back and of course, sexy. His defined chest is apparent from the way his shirt stretches tightly over it. His biceps bulge every time he moves his arms and his jeans are snug enough to know that his thighs are thick with muscle.

My lower belly flip-flops and things down low clench as I think about last night and this morning.
Damn it
! He’s turning me into some kind of nympho. I’ve never wanted sex so much in my life. Not even when I was in any of my previous relationships.

After the song finishes, the crowd goes crazy, and Ellen breaks for a commercial. I head backstage to meet up with the guys. I get to the dressing room and knock before walking in. The guys are littered all over the small room. Beau is sitting with Ace on the small couch that is against one wall. When our eyes meet, he gives me a loving, almost shy grin. It makes my heart pound and fall just a little bit more for him.

“You guys did great!” I smile. I get a round of “Thank You’s” from the guys before continuing. “You have a meet and greet in about ten minutes, then we head home tomorrow afternoon. You have the rest of the day and night to do whatever you want. Just don’t do anything stupid,” I say, giving Ace a pointed look.

Ace gives me innocent eyes. “Why are you looking at me?” he asks with a devious smirk.

I give him a “Get real” look. “Because you like to get into trouble and end up in the tabloids.”

Ace feigns being offended. “I would never!” He gasps.

I chuckle and shake my head.

The meet and greet is something that a couple of lucky Ellen fans have won during the show. They get to come backstage and meet with the guys, get autographs, and take pictures. When it is time, the guys all file into another room, where the two women are waiting. I stand off to the side and watch.

The women squeal and jump up and down. They are both cute and I feel my hackles rise as one practically jumps into Beau’s arms. He laughs and gives her a squeeze before she moves onto Dean, and the other chick wraps her arms around Beau. I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. I can’t believe that I’m jealous of fans. But seriously, two other women hugging my man and pressing their bodies up against his really irritates the hell out of me.

After the first chick finishes hugging all of the guys, she goes back to Beau. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we are really getting to meet you guys!” She gushes.

She hands him a copy of their newest CD that’s not out yet - which Ellen provided them - and a Sharpie. Beau gives her a genuine smile and a wink.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks as he signs the CD case.

“Anita,” she says excitedly.

“Anita, that’s a pretty name. I’m glad that I had the chance to meet you, also,” Beau says sweetly, handing her back the CD and marker, before leaning in to give her another hug and kiss on the cheek.

Anita blushes and giggles breathily as she continues down the line with her CD. I try my best not to sneer at the poor fans, but it’s seriously hard when there is another woman touching your boyfriend.
Dammit! What is he doing to me?

His eyes suddenly lift to meet mine, as if he can sense my jealousy. He gives me a smug grin as the other fan steps up to him. I narrow my eyes at him as he signs her CD.

“And what’s your name?” he asks.

“Kristy,” she supplies with a huge grin.

“Nice to meet you, Kristy,” Beau drawls with a cute smirk before giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You, too!” she practically squeals. “Aw, shit, I’m never washing my face again!”

After all of the guys sign the CDs, they all crowd together for a picture. That damn Anita chick plastered herself up against Beau, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing her hand on his stomach. I am damn near ready to go over there and pull her off him by her hair. And Beau seems to find it funny since he’s been silently laughing at me the whole time. I can see the amusement in his eyes every time he glances my way. I might just have to teach him a lesson when we get back to the hotel.

*Beau*

I can
tell that Lizette is still a little green from the meet and greet with the fans. I find it quite funny that she gets jealous over a couple of excited fans. She should know that she has nothing to worry about. Tonight, I’m going to go to her room, but first I have to have a chat with Ace about what’s going on between Lizette and me. He comes back to my room with me after we hang out at a bar for a few hours after dinner. Lizette left all of us after dinner, saying that she needed to get some work done back at her hotel room.

I explain the situation to Ace. He’s not happy about it, but he gets it. He knows how long I’ve wanted to be with Lizette. Thankfully, he doesn’t stay too long. After he leaves, I grab a few things and head down the hall to Lizette’s room. I knock on her door and wait for her to answer. She takes a couple of minutes but finally opens the door – in her bra and panties. My eyes almost bug out of my head. I immediately step into the room, forcing her back and shut the door.

“Are you insane? What if someone else was out there with me and saw you practically naked?” I squawk.

She raises an eyebrow at me before she turns and saunters toward the bed. The hard on is instantaneous. I set my clothes on the dresser then follow her over to the bed. She sits down on the end of it and leans back on her hands. I stop in front of her and look down at her. I reach out, take a lock of her blonde hair that is sitting on her shoulder and twirl it around my finger.

“Is this about earlier, Sugar? Cause you should know that you have no reason to be jealous,” I say, giving her hair a little tug.

“I know,” she smirks. “I just wanted to get you back a little bit for thinking it was funny.”

I chuckle softly. “It was funny. You are so hell bent on being professional, so to see you come undone a little, tickled my funny bone.”

Her eyes instantly turn heated. “Looks like you’ve got another bone that I can tickle,” she purrs as she reaches out and rubs me through my jeans.

“Mmm, I do,” I murmur.

I lean down and capture her lush lips as I push her down to the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I slip an arm around her waist and lift her so that I can crawl onto the bed, moving her farther up onto the bed as I go. As soon as I put her down, her hands find the fly of my jeans. I pull away from her mouth, only to tear my shirt over my head before I’m back making sure that she knows who she belongs to. She is mine and I am hers. I don’t want anyone else. I will make sure she knows that tonight.

My jeans are shoved off my hips and I do my best to kick them away while ravaging her mouth. Once the jeans are gone, I drop my body down on top of hers. We both moan at the skin-to-skin contact. Her spread legs cradle my hips as we rub and grind against each other. I growl in frustration at the underwear barrier between us. I push up to my knees and make quick work of taking off her bra and panties. My briefs are the next to go. She grabs the back of my neck and yanks me down, crushing her lips to mine. Oh man, I’ve never felt this kind of passion and raw need before. And I don’t think I’ve felt this level of demand from any other girl I’ve ever been with. Lizette wants me and she’s letting me fucking know.

I’m still on my hands and knees when her hand finds my cock. She wraps her hand around me and squeezes as she strokes. I groan into her mouth. I curl my fingers into the sheets as I drag my mouth down to her neck. I bite out a curse when she reaches down to give my balls a little tug. I’m so ready to be inside of her again. My stomach flutters nervously. I know I’m not a virgin anymore, but I’m still new at this and she was in complete control last night. I want to be on top this time, but I’m not exactly sure of what to do.
Shut up, Beau, you know where to stick it.
Asshole, I meant I’m not sure of how to move. I don’t want to be boring, just thrusting back and forth with nothing else.

I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t even hear Lizette tear open a condom. I only realize that she has it when she rolls it on me. I lift my head and look down at what she’s doing.

“Where did that come from?” I chuckle, bringing my eyes up to hers.

She winks at me. “I’m sneaky like that.”

I smile for a moment before it fades. I open my mouth to say something to her but she shushes me. “Don’t over think it, just do what feels good,” she whispers as if she could read my thoughts.

I nod and take a deep breath. I lower myself so that we are skin to skin again. I love the feel of her soft body against my harder one. I use one hand to position myself at her core and slowly push my way in. She moans and I let out a ragged breath. Damn, she feels so good. I gather her up in my arms, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She seems to understand what I need and snakes her arms around me in return. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck and moan when I am fully inside of her.

I slowly pull back, loving the feel of it. I push back in a little faster than before and Lizette lets out a gasp. I smile against her neck, glad that I can make her feel good. After a couple of minutes of going slow and steady, Lizette pushes me up, making me straighten up to my knees.

“I want you to watch,” she breathes. “Watch yourself as you make love to me.”

I swear I just died. She did not just say that. I hesitate to do what she says, but I eventually look down at where our bodies join. All of the air leaves my body. Holy fucking shit that is the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen. I grab onto her hips, holding her while I watch my cock disappear inside of her. My breath is now coming in short pants and my abs tighten. I know that I’m not going to last much longer, but I want her to come first. Her hips are moving in time with my thrusts and her arms are slung over her head. Her eyes are locked on my face, but I can’t look away from where we are connected.

“Faster, Beau,” she moans.

I do as she asks and pick up speed. She cries out and grips the pillow under her head. I lift my eyes for a moment to see her perfect tits bouncing in time with our rhythm. Beautiful. She is just absolutely beautiful. Our eyes meet and she smiles. Fuck, I love her. I bend back over her to kiss that smile off her face. I keep one hand on her hip while the other holds my weight above her.

Her moaning becomes more frequent and I can feel her body starting to tremble. I can only assume that she’s getting close. I’m no expert, but I think those are clear signs. She brings her hands down and around to grip my ass, where she digs her nails in and pulls me deeper with every thrust. God damn!

“Lizzie…baby, I can’t hold out any longer…” I gasp.

“It’s okay, don’t hold back, I’m really close,” she pants.

I tuck my face back into her neck as I slam into her a few more times. I come hard on a strangled cry, but her neck muffles it. Her body arches under me and she screams as her walls clamp down around me. I pump into her a couple more times for her sake, which actually makes her gasp and clutch me tighter from both inside and out.

I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing heavy, our bodies covered in sweat. For me, that was incredible. I force myself up to my elbows and look down at her. She looks stunning in her post-sexual bliss. I smooth my hand over her hair and kiss her cheek. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted, her body is completely relaxed under mine.

“Did I do okay?” I ask, feeling a bit vulnerable at the moment.

She drags her eyes open and looks up at me with her bright greens, smiling lazily. “Beau, you’re a natural. That was fantastic.”

I grin like a fool. Well, shit, if that doesn’t inflate a man’s ego, then nothing will. “Really?”

She nods. “Yes, really, it was so fucking good,” she replies sincerely, cupping my face with her hand.

She leans up and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips. I feel so much better now that I know that I did a good job pleasing her. After we separate and clean up, we get back into her bed. I pull her into my arms and fall asleep with a smile on my face.