Easy Magic (Boudreaux #5)

“You’re so wet.”


“Your fault,” I murmur, then bite my lip when he slips a finger inside me.

“I’ll happily take the blame for this.” He presses his thumb to my most sensitive spot. “Look at me.”

His eyes are on fire. Every muscle in his body is tight.

“I was going to take this slow,” he says. “I wanted to be lazy about it, memorizing every inch of you.”

“I’m not feeling particularly lazy right now,” I reply and grip his wrist, guiding his wet finger to my mouth so I can suck on it, and that seems to tip the scales to frantic and carnal.

This. This is what I need from him now.

He strips the last of our underwear from us and reaches over to the bedside where a condom is sitting on the table.

“I was a sure bet?” I ask with a smile as he takes care of protecting us both. He covers my body with his and kisses me, biting my lower lip.

“No. But I was very hopeful.”

And with that, he guides himself to my opening, and pushes against me, watching my face carefully. When I smile, he presses inside of me, filling me fully.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth.

“Oh my,” I breathe, gripping onto his ass, urging him to move.

“If I move, it’ll be over before it begins,” he growls and opens his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight, Mallory.”

“Say it again,” I whisper.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He jaw loosens enough for him to smile.

“The other part.”

“Mallory.”

“Hmm.” I roll my hips, loving the way he fills me so completely. Not just physically but emotionally as well. He just fills me up.

“You like that?”

He takes my hands off his ass and pins them both above my head, effectively lifting my bust higher, giving him easier access to the hard peaks.

“I love your voice,” I reply and gasp when he pulls out, just a bit. “I fucking love the way you say my name.”

“Do you, Mallory?” he says with a grin and bites my neck as he thrusts back in me, harder. I can’t move my arms, but it gives me leverage to raise my pelvis up against him, grinding, as he sets a hard pace of thrusting in and out, faster and harder, hitting my clitoris with his pubis each time.

“Oh my God, Beau.”

“That’s right. Look at me.”

I open my eyes to see his on me, fierce now.

“Your blue eyes turn violet when you’re excited.”

“Good to know.” He shifts his grip on my hands. “I want to touch you.”

I need to touch you.

He lets them free and I immediately grip onto his shoulders, loving the way they flex under my touch.

“I love your body,” he says.

“I love your body,” I reply, surprised to not be self-conscious in the least by the extra thirty pounds I carry.

Beau doesn’t seem to care, so why should I?

My hands glide down his back to his ass, but he suddenly raises up on his knees, grips my ankles, and yanks my legs up straight, so my feet are right by his face. He hugs my legs around my thighs, still inside me, thrusting hard, watching me closely.

“Oh my God,” I moan, holding on to the sheets at my hips for dear life.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Hell no.”

He grins and parts my legs, letting them fall at his sides, and presses his thumb against my clitoris again, and I’m done. I come so hard, I see the stars that everyone seems to talk about.

Beau leans down to kiss me.

“Again.”

My eyes whip open in surprise. “I can’t.”

He narrows his eyes, a half smile on his sexy lips. “Oh, baby, yes you can.”

He plants his lips on my neck, his thumb still at my core between us, and I’ll be damned if the angle doesn’t make me come again.

Holy fucking hell!

He whispers, “Mallory,” and tightens, giving in to his own climax, his heart pounding against mine.

We’re breathing hard, dripping with sweat, as we stay where we are, coming down from our own highs.

“Not exactly how I planned the first time to be,” he murmurs as he rolls to the side and tucks me against him.

“No need to plan,” I reply, catching my breath. “We seem to have the wing-it thing down.”

He chuckles and tucks my hair behind my ear.

“So we do.” He takes a deep breath and kisses my head. “I want to see you tonight.”

I’m about to readily agree, but then I remember that I already have plans this evening.

“I can’t. Remember when Callie mentioned the girls’ night we have planned? That’s tonight.”

“Ah yes, the girls’ night that I’m not supposed to be privy to.” He drags his hand down my back, and then suddenly, I’m on my back and he’s tickling the hell out of me. “Spill it!”

“No way!” I’m giggling and struggling to get away, kicking and lashing out.

“You’re stronger than you look,” he says as he barely dodges my fist.

“Hell yes, I am,” I reply and decide to fight fire with fire. I cup his balls in my hand and cock an eyebrow.

“Hey now,” he says with a laugh. He holds his hands up in surrender. “It’s not worth losing the family jewels.”

I smirk and let him go, then push him on his back and straddle him.

“I guess I can tell you what we’re doing.”

“So it’s not a state secret?”

“No.” I giggle, enjoying him. He’s funny. He’s laid-back, which surprises me because he always struck me as uptight, despite not being able to read him.

That’s what I get for assuming.

“We’re going to a strip club.” I do my best to school my face.

“Um…” He blinks rapidly, trying to decide how he should react to this news, and I can’t help but smirk. “Are you messing with me?”

“No. I’m perfectly serious. We’re going to a strip club to find Van a hot piece of ass for the night.”

He scowls. “Van’s not ready for that shit.”

“How do you know?” I slip off of him and sit on my ass next to him. “She doesn’t want anything serious, but she wouldn’t mind a little…you know.”

“No.” He shakes his head and sits up. “She’s my sister, so I don’t want to know.”

“Don’t worry. Callie’s going to be the designated driver.”

“This is out of character for Savannah,” Beau says as he puts his boxer-briefs on and paces the room, clearly concerned. Now I’m starting to regret this. “You just don’t know who she could end up with. He might be a rapist, or just an asshole.”

He stops and stares at me. “Ben is going to freak the fuck out.”

“Why?” I tilt my head, enthralled in how he’s reacting to this news.

“Because he loves her,” he says and reaches for his phone. “He’s loved her forever.”

“Does Van know that?”

“Deep down, I think so.” He’s thumbing through his contacts. “I’d better call him.”

“Stop. Beau, don’t call him.” Shit! “Beau, we’re not going to a strip club.”

“Not when Ben finds out, you won’t be.”

“No, we’re not going. We never were.”

His hand falls to his side and he stares at me in disbelief. “You were dicking with me.”