Beau, p.1
Beau, page 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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First Edition World Castle Publishing, LLC, October 6, 2025
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Chapter 1
Rogen felt better than she had in a while—it was because there wasn’t as much stress on her, and she was getting enough sleep too. Rolling out of bed, she took a quick shower and decided that since she had messed up the picnic yesterday evening, she’d go see Weston in his office and break a few pieces of furniture while playing around with him. Almost as soon as she closed the door to his office—telling Belinda to go away, she sat on his desk with the food and fed him grapes while telling him what she was going to do to him, in as much detail as she could think of.
“First things first, I’m going to feed you so that you have plenty of strength to fuck me.” He took the grapes from her and nearly choked trying to get them in his mouth. “You idiot. Don’t kill yourself. We have the rest of the day to have some fun.”
“What kind of fun did you want to have? I’m all for it, no matter what it was.” She told him that she wanted him right there on his desk. “My pleasure. I just have a few things to move here so that we don’t break them, especially not my computer. Then I plan on breaking you into lots of pieces.”
Putting his laptop on the floor, he moved the picnic basket beside it. As his movements were slow, she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment. When he put his hand on her legs, she was so glad she’d worn a dress. It made things much easier for the two of them. Then he planted her feet onto the arms of his chair. As he held them there, stroking the inside of her ankle, all she could think about was him having her any way that he wanted.
Weston moved his hands up under her dress slowly to her thighs, then he pulled her panties off. Being slightly disappointed that he’d not gotten to see them, she was satisfied that he could smell her; she could smell herself, that spike of need was taking her breath away. It was all she could do not to pull him to her and have him eat her. When he asked her to lie back on the desk, Rogen did as he asked and waited. She didn’t have long to wait as he buried his mouth over her and suckled at her pussy, bringing her up off the desk quickly, only to be pushed back down by his gentle hands.
“I’m not nearly finished with you yet. That was only the start of my having you.” She said that she’d come. “Good, more for me. Now lie back and enjoy what I’m doing to you.”
The climax took her breath away. It had hit her hard and consumed her. Even as Weston fucked her with his tongue, she held onto the sides of the desk and enjoyed herself. Christ, he was good at this, and she didn’t want it to ever end.
She came so many times, hard climaxes that took her breath away, to small short releases that seemed to come from the bottom of her feet to her head that made her skin tingle. She was left feeling like she couldn’t go on, wanting more from him so that she could hit the epic climax that would render her unconscious. Rogen wanted it all.
Putting her legs up and over his shoulders, Rogen rode his mouth, using her hips and legs to do so. His tongue was doing all kinds of things to her pussy, fucking her and licking her from gate to clit. She came so many times that she didn’t know if she’d survive. Weston slid one of his fingers into her pussy, and she nearly came up off the desk. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pressed him tighter against her and begged him for more.
Rogen was limp with her releases after about ten minutes of him eating her, and didn’t know if she could handle even one more. She could barely move when Weston stood up. She thought for sure that he was finished with her, so she tried to sit up to touch him. Instead, he worked his pants open and teased her pussy with his cock. It was too much, and she begged him to stop. But all he did was slam his cock deep within her, making her heart stop beating and her breath taken away.
She came screaming his name. Reaching up to hold onto him, she was delighted when he leaned over her and took her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and it was delicious. Even as he fucked her, slowly like he was trying to torture her, she knew that deep in her heart that when she came with him, she was going to come apart, holding onto the only man that she would ever love.
He abused her breasts, her nipples, and her throat with his mouth. As he suckled at her breasts, he nibbled too at her nipples, making them hard and painfully full feeling. Rogen wanted more from him, everything that he could give her, and she knew that if asked, he would give her the moon. But for now, all she wanted was him and all that he could give her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, he filled her more. Tightening her pussy around him, she heard his moan of pleasure just as she was starting to feel like her body was readying for a release, she held onto him. As he fucked her harder, quicker with each stroke, feeling like it was hitting her in the back of the throat, her body readied for what was to come. When he stiffened and threw back his head, she marveled at the sight of him coming as he growled deep in his body. Christ, she nearly forgot to come watching him in all his glory. When she came then, her body bowing back on the desk, Rogen blacked out just as Weston was telling her that he was coming again.
When she woke, she was on his lap, his cock still deep inside of her while he held her. He was breathing hard, as hard as she was, and it was wonderful. It also made her realize that she’d not been out all that long. Just a few seconds. Tightening her arms around him, he kissed her on the mouth and asked her if she was all right.
“I’m not sure.” He laughed a little and said he was feeling the same way, like the rug had been pulled out from under him and he’d had the most delightful time. “I feel like I’ve been turned inside out. Then turned the other way until it just wore me out. I wonder if us making love will forever be like this. If so, I’m going to be old before my time.”
“I’m feeling like that, too. I love you, Rogen Sheppard.” She kissed him, a quick kiss on the mouth as he held her. “I hope you brought food with you. I skipped lunch today to do some banking, and I could eat a horse.”
They dined on the food that she’d brought. It wasn’t nearly enough, so they ordered takeout and had it delivered to their home. On the way there, walking as they both enjoyed the outdoors when they could get it, she told him how her day had begun, and he told her about the check he’d had transferred to Belinda. She thought that she’d cry. She’d married such a wonderful person in Weston. And she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him at the beginning.
For his help in finding and the arrest of the Hathaways, who had robbed the city blind when he’d been mayor, he’d gotten a personal reward from the Federal Government. It had been just under five hundred thousand dollars for him. Knowing that Belinda, Rogen’s sister-in-law, could use the money more than he could, he transferred the money to her account so that she’d have it instead of him. She’d lost her entire family because of a member of her family, and he felt like she deserved it more than he did.
The food arrived just as they were getting out of the hot tub. Having it delivered at six when they wanted it had been perfect. Her body wasn’t nearly as sore as she’d been walking home, but she was happy, too. The tub had done them both a great deal of good. Now all they had to do was eat and enjoy the rest of the evening together. It was just the way she thought couples did an early night of debauchery.
After eating their dinner, the two of them sat on the couch and read the newspaper. It didn’t take all that long; there were only about four pages of it, and most of it had to do with the sports around town. And being fall in a small town, there was plenty of sports to go around. She found herself dozing off just as the clock was chiming for nine o’clock and she was ready for bed. Getting a good night’s sleep was paramount after spending some good fucking time in his office, she thought with a laugh. She might have to take him lunch more often if she felt like this at the end of the day.
Laughing, she made her way to bed with Weston. They both had plenty to do and to take care of, but she thought that she could stand it better if they were to take time for each other instead of catching little bits of time when they could manage it. The evening had been perfect, and she couldn’t have been happier if she’d been able to spend a week in bed with Weston. This is what she had wanted all along. To be loved and taken care of by the man that she loved.
At midnight, she heard the phone ringing. It wasn’t any ring that she knew, so she let it go. Getting up to go to the bathroom, she looked to see who it was and noticed that it was an unknown number. Putting the phone back on the stand, she did her business and headed back to bed. However, just as she was lying down, it rang a gain. Picking it up, she decided that at one in the morning, she didn’t need to be nice.
“You’d better have a good reason for calling me at this hour. If not, then I’m going to hunt you down and—” The caller said she was her mother. “My mother is gone, thanks for bringing that up. She died about ten years ago now.”
“I didn’t actually die, but was in a coma. Your father told them to tell you that.” She didn’t know whether or not to believe her. Then she started spouting off things that only she would know. Or someone who had done a good background check on her. “Do you believe me now?”
“No. I don’t know who this is, but surely you could have called at a better hour than one in the morning.” She told her that she’d only just arrived in town. “Good for you. If you are my mother, which I still don’t believe that you are, you know that I’m a very hard-working person who needs to be in bed by ten to get up at an ungodly hour to work. Who is this really?”
“My name is Glenda Watson. I’ve been looking for you and your brothers and sister for the last three months. If not for the advertisement in the paper, I might well still be looking.” Lying down, snuggling next to Weston as he asked her who it was, she told him that someone saying she was her mother was calling. He, too, couldn’t believe it was now that she decided to call. “What will it take for you to believe that I’m your mother? I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re not being the least bit nice to me. I deserve respect.”
“Respect? I don’t think so. Call back tomorrow at a decent hour. I’m not saying that I’ll believe you any more than I do right now, but I know that I’m pissed off because of the time and the fact that you were supposed to have died nearly ten years ago. Where is Dad in all this? I heard too that he’s gone to another country just to deal with his grief. Nothing you can say will change my mind at this hour. Call back tomorrow.”
Hanging up on her mom gave her a satisfaction that she’d never felt before. Rogen had never gotten along with her mom, her father, either, for that matter, but telling her that she was still alive when she’d gone to her funeral with the rest of her family just wasn’t cutting it. Awake now, she got out of bed and made her way downstairs to look up on the computer about her mother’s death. She knew all the details but wanted to make sure that she’d not missed anything back then.
Her mom had been in a car accident while driving drunk. Something that she’d never thought of until right now was that it would have taken a great deal of alcohol to get her mom drunk, as she was a shifter too, but at the time, she or any of the others had thought about that. Their mother had been drinking since they were born and didn’t really think about how much it would take for her to be drunk enough to have an accident and for it to have killed her. It just didn’t make any sense as to why she’d come around now.
If she remembered correctly, it had been Calhoun who had notified them of her death. She thought about waking him up to see what he had to say, but just as she was convincing herself that this was all a scam for some reason, her brother called her.
“I just heard from someone telling me that she was our mom.” She told him that she’d gotten the same call just a little while ago. “I hung up on her. I don’t know what sort of scam this is, but I’m not playing with her. Mom died, the insurance policies that we had paid off. We went to the funeral and had a party in her honor. Who is this person who is trying to cause trouble? I don’t believe for a minute that it’s our mom. Especially after all this time. What’s it been, about ten years?”
“Did you actually tell her that we had a party in her honor? And yes, it’s been about ten years since the accident.” He said that he had not, but wished that he had thought about it. “Why couldn’t any of this have waited until a decent hour? She told me that she just got into town, and I no more believe that any more than I do she’s our mom. What do you suppose is going on right now?”
“Hang on, I’m getting a call from Toby. He’s going to be pissed.” When she hung up the phone, she reached out to her family to get things settled up about this. If this person really was their mother, why the fuck didn’t she reach out to them all instead of using a phone? And how did she get her phone number? It wasn’t the company number but her personal one that no one had but family and a few take-out places. Damn it, there were more questions than answers about this, and she wanted to hunt her down and figure this out. “She said that she was in a coma for the last few years and that Dad lied to us.”
They had each heard from her by now, and the only one that hadn’t had been Belinda. If the person really was her mother, then she’d missed out on a lot of things. Like the death of Benson and the grandchildren, Belinda moving to Ohio to start a new life, and even Toby’s kids, all of them under the age of ten.
“I was just thinking about contacting dad. It’s been a while, but I should be able to talk to him.” Calhoun said he’d do it now, and Rogen thanked him for that. “All right. I know that we should more than likely wait until later in the morning, but whatever this woman is up to, it’s not going to go over well with anyone if she’s lying.”
Calhoun didn’t contact their dad with all of them on the same link. She thought that was smart of him. If she were indeed alive, then he’d be the one to get pissed off at their father rather than all of them at one time. If she were really alive, she was going to be really pissed off at both of them. There just wasn’t any reason for them to be told that she was dead when she had been kicking around for some time now. At least the three months she’d told her that she was looking for them. And that, too, bothered her. Why didn’t she reach out like family could do? Why do this on the phone, trying to convince them one at a time who she was to them? No reason that she could think of other than she wasn’t really their mother.
Weston joined her in the office and brought her a cup of tea and some of the cookies that had been in their picnic dinner tonight. She was just munching on them when her brother contacted her again. The news wasn’t good.
“Whoever she is, she’s not our mother.”
~*~
Danielle knew that her family had been killed in the living room. Her father had done it when he just simply couldn’t take it anymore. His mother had treated him like dirt, and his grandparents didn’t have the backbone to deal with her. So he’d killed both his grandparents, hating that she’d been told that he’d killed his own grandda, but he’d seen too much when he had killed his mother with an axe to the back of her head. She never cared for her grandmother—not that many people did, but she was gone now, and thankfully, she’d been the last person alive in the Pine family to inherit.
She’d not only gotten the house, a big nine-bedroom estate, but she’d gotten all the money that had been left behind as well. There was even a trust set up so that the taxes were paid each year for her, so she’d not have to worry about it. With the land surrounding the house that was rented to farmers around the area, she had a tidy income so that she’d have food in her belly when she was hungry. And it couldn’t have come at a better time than it had.
About a year ago now, she’d not just lost her job but her apartment as well. The company that she’d worked for had decided that they didn’t want to deal with the public anymore, and her apartment complex had decided to sell out, and the new owners were giving everyone two weeks to get their things out of their building before it was torn down. Some of her neighbors had lost everything when the bulldozers showed up on the fourteenth day and dozed all their belongings into the ground like they were nothing. She’d been living out of her car since then and had only just been notified by the family attorney to say that she had inherited the estate and everything that had gone with it.
Jameson Sheppard, a good friend of hers from college, had been very helpful to her since he’d been one of the attorneys who had been notified about the family being killed, leaving her everything. He and the family had been helpful too in getting things cleaned out of the house that she didn’t want, and she was well on her way to getting the house set up just the way that she wanted it to be.
He’d also said that he was going to be looking into her losing her apartment. No one could just tell you that you had only two weeks to get out of a place, and them not offering compensation for her to find another apartment wasn’t right either. She wasn’t worried about that now, as she had a roof over her head, but he’d been really nice to her so far that she couldn’t turn him down when he said he wanted to help her. He was a good man, she thought.
