Rated in M again. I also allow anyone (with or without a fanficion account) review this fanfic now. It's not fair do discriminate.
This chapter gave me a lot of work and I loved it. I hope you will like it too!
The ranch was really big. It took more than seven minutes to Beau park in front of a house. The house was simple, two floors and a small garden in the front with a few dead flowers.
"This is our home?," she asked already opening the door of the car.
"Yeah, but you need to be in the car. I said I have a surprise for you, didn't I?"
"You said that."
"So I'll need you here. I will also need a shirt or something. Can I get some in your suitcase?"
"Sure," she answered confused.
He opened his door and went to the back of the car. When he came back he was already with a yellow shirt on his hands. "I need to tie this in your head. I don't want you to see anything yet."
"Why, Beau? I wanna see. Don't do this to me," she insisted with pouting lips.
"It's hard to say no to you, but I have no choice," he tied the shirt around her head, depriving her to see.
"I'll be right back. Don't move."
Alone, blind, and I can't see my new house.
Before she starts imagining where Beau was, he was back and the car was moving.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see," he said watching the wind playing with her perfect brown hair.
A minute later, he turned off the car and was out of it. She heard some noise and then he was next to her.
"I'll need to take off your sandals." He grabbed her feet and took them off, observing for the first time her size 5 feet and how flawless it was.
"Why do you have to take them off?," she asked even more curious.
"Stop making questions. You'll see." He wrapped his arm around her. "Your surprise is waiting for you, miss," his other arm catch her legs and he started to walk and carry her.
"Beau!," she laughed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up, Chiles!," he laughed with her. "Don't screw up with my surprise."
"Oh, I can't screw up anything today."
He took a few more steps. "We are here."
Beau put a barefooted Chiles in the floor. Sand. She could feel the sand in her feet. The wind was throwing her hair. She was listening a sound. The sound of the sea? She knew where she was.
"Beau!," one hand was in her lips. "It is…?"
He took of her shirt of her head, letting her see again. Chiles was admiring the sea that she had never seen before.
"You said that you had never seen the beach."
"Yeah, I had never…," she stopped, watching the small waves in the sea.
"Now you will see it everyday, since you live in the beach."
She grabbed his hand and walked to the sea. She felt the moist sand and the cold water.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I wanna swim."
"Hm, not now, right? It's dark and you can get a cold."
"When you became so protective with me?," he gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"I need to protect you, right? I'm the man in this relationship," he said kidding and kissing her back, with a fun smile. "I have other plans anyway." He let her see what was in his other hand. An opened bottle of wine and a sheet.
"I thought it could entertain us." He gave her the bottle, stretching the sheet in the sand. She noticed that a quarters of the wine had been drunk.
"Wine usually entertains," she joked and sat on the sheet. He did the same and took his shoes off. Putting his feet on the sand.
"Thank you, Beau."
"Stop thanking me. You don't need to. Oh," he said realizing something. "I forgot the glass. We need to drink without it."
"It's fine by me," she said with her strong southern accent. She drank the wine and gave him the bottle.
"Wow, you're fast," he mocked her and drank it too.
"So," Chiles started, sitting in front of him, with the sea in the background. "You said we would talk."
"You said you wanted to know about my life."
"And I still want to know."
"Ok," he gave the bottle to her again, but she didn't drink. "I arrived here in the beginning of February, as you may know. I moved to our current house and I started to work on the ranch. I work here at least three days per week. Tuesday and Thursday I work in a rehab in a nearby town, like I used to do in Nashville. But I work there just during the morning. So, the rest of the day I can dedicate to music. Saturdays I'm on Smith's as you also know. That's my life. Your turn."
"That's all? And your social life?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, your friends, things like that," she bit her lip.
"Well, I have some friends. There's Charlie, and other people that works with me on the ranch, the clinic, people from the Smith's. We hang out and drink a beer from time to time. You know."
"I do." She buried her feet in the sand, watching it escape from her toes.
Beau noticed her reaction. "What kind of social life are you talking about? Are you talking about other girls?," he arched an eyebrow.
"No. No, of course not." She tried to sound sincere.
"Ok."
"Did you?," she drank more wine and asked him.
"What?"
"Other girls. I thought you would answer it since you were the one talking about this. But it's ok."
"There wasn't anybody, Chiles."
"Oh," now she was trying to mask her excitement, "that's good. But it's not like it's my business anyway."
"Nothing happened," he kept looking at her 'til she did the same.
Beau was thinking the situation was a little bit fun since that he was the abandoned one and she was the one needing comfort.
"Hey, remember of what I've said before?," he was trying not to smile, waiting her answer.
"About what?"
"I don't want no one else, Chiles." he said. "And if you don't want me… I guess I'll be all by myself." He finally let the smile slip away.
"Oh, Really?," she gave him a relaxed smile.
"It's true.," he pulled her next to him, and she almost lay on the sheet. "It's not a random sentence that happened to fit in the rest of the song. I'm honest with my music."
Her head was in his leg and she had a perfect view of his badly shaved beard. He is handsome.
"I'm happy to know that I'm not the only one," he could see her upper teeth in her soft smile.
He pulled her again, now making her sit in the middle of his legs. His arm was around her and the other one holding the bottle.
"Why you always doubt me, Chiles?," he was serious and looking at her, almost seemed hurt.
"I never doubt you," she said, "but any sweet thing you say to me, I feel that I need to hear twice. I like to hear you saying this stuff," her head was in his shoulder and she could see the sky. "It can be silly, but even trusting you, I think I might be listening things, or maybe you're saying stuff that you didn't mean. I just need to be sure."
"I see." He kissed Chiles' white cheeks. "But you haven't told me yet what you have been doing lately."
"Hm, what you wanna know?"
"Everything. Start from the beginning."
She hesitated and started to analyze her fingernails.
"Well, after everything that happened James decided to go in vacation. For three days. After that he come back to work on my career and he found other rising singers to work on. We finished the recording process of my album really fast. But it wasn't the way I wanted it to be. And I wasn't sure if I wanted this life anymore," she pauses. "I wrote a new song, at least part of it. I couldn't finish, but I was in love with it. I wanted to put it on the album. I sang it to James and the other producers. The answer was 'No.' They said it wasn't marketable enough, and 'A Little Bit Stronger' was already deep so we didn't need more heartache. They advised me to write about fairies or days of the week," she looked embarrassed to tell about her last memories of Nashville.
"I'm sorry for that," he touched her belly, feeling the delicate tissue of her blue dress.
"Don't be. It gets worst. When you moved, my PR team found out about us. They wanted to publicize our relationship. Take advantage of the newspapers that Kelly Canter's chaotic tour was selling. I didn't consent. But they released the story anyway," she looked at him seeming exhausted, like she was getting ten years older just for remembering of all these things.
"I'm sorry for that."
"Don't be," he replied concerned about her.
"They wanted 'Coming Home' for the first single. Can you believe that? I didn't agree with this. The song wasn't my, it was…"
Beau fondled her arms, trying to comfort her as he was seeing how nervous she was getting. "Everything it's fine now. It's over."
"I missed you, and I thought I could find some joy in my work. And I couldn't be more wrong. I was living in a hell and I was becoming a mess. All I could think of was your face and Kelly's goodbye in Dallas."
"What did she say to you?"
"That I shouldn't be afraid to fall in love. That it is the only thing that matters in life. That I should always chose love," Chiles looked at him. "She did know, didn't she? She did know about us, about the ranch."
"I wouldn't be surprised," he made her body gets closer to his, and propped his chin on her shiny hair.
"I think she knew," she stopped, thinking how much her life has changed. "One of the things that I couldn't stop to think was the first time that I heard you singing 'Silver Wings', she licked her lower lip. "I don't even know if you knew who I was that time, it was on my first week in Nashville. I didn't want to fail as a singer as I failed as Miss Dallas. I admire you since that day," she smiled, lost in her memories. "I wanted to be talent and confident as you were."
"You're one of the most talented people that I know."
"Thank you," she decided to don't ask if he really means it like she normally does.
"They're taking you away (ay), leaving me lonely… Don't leave me I cry, don't take no airplane ride," she beautifully sang to him. "I know that you came with the blue Ford, but still… I could relate to it. You leave the city. I've never left you or the city. You did," she said without judgment tone. "I took to long to come to you because of James. I couldn't just leave him."
Beau almost rolled his eyes at the name James. It is not like he's his favorite person in the world. Instead of saying something, he drank more wine.
"He was completely alone, and I could see he was in pain. He was needing me."
"Bullshit! I was needing you. All this jerk did was shit. To everyone."
She looked to him in disapproval. "I have no idea why you two hate each other so much, but you don't know him, Beau. He's good to me. I had to try to do the same before leaving the town for you," she was now staring the sand. "He realized that I was unhappy. He let me come after you. He helped me. He said he would handle the label and the rest. That I should go. He's a good person."
They were just hearing the sound of the sea and suddenly was looking to each other again. Just looking. Once in a while a smile appeared. They didn't remember what their conversation was about.
"Why me? Why do you like me, Beau?," she asked without blinking her eyes.
"Chiles…," he smiled, loving her question.
"Answer me," she replied quietly.
"I like you because… you're different. You can be fragile and strong as hell at the same time. I like you because your smiles drives me crazy. Smiles. I wanna collect them. And when you smile the world smile too. Everything seems to be ok and I wouldn't mind to die watching you smile. Actually, when I die, I wouldn't like to see a drop of tear in your face. I would like you to remember the good times and smile. Just smile. It would make me smile to and I could rest in peace…"
"Do not make me cry, Beau Hutton," she dried the tears that was flooding her eyes. No one have ever talked to her like this.
"I don't want you to cry. Please smile," he answered, wanting her to stop crying. It wasn't his intention.
"I like your voice. Even when you are singing that stupid songs that doesn't make justice to your talent. Your voice seduces me. And your accent makes me wish that everyone next to me was originally from Dallas too. I can't get enough of it. I like the fact that the only case of serendipity that I know, happened when I saw you in the crowd while I was performing on The Stage. I like you because you're incredibly smart…"
"I'm not smart, Beau," she confessed with a fragile voice.
"Yes, you're. I think it's sweet that you say you're not what you seem, but you can't see yourself clearly. You're completely talent, smart and beautiful. You never noticed that everybody looks to you when you walk. Everybody. Even women. You never noticed that you make the world love you. And you haven't idea of what I felt about you, years ago, when all we used to do was exchange insults. And you still have no idea of what I feel about you," he stopped to breath and dry some tear of her face. He smiled to her when she was looking to him again, with red spots in her face.
"You looks like an angel. I dream with this face everyday, and when I wake up and can't remember what dream I had last night, I'm still sure it was with you. There's anything but this face in my mind. You could be Miss America if you wanted to. You could be Miss Universe. Or you could just be someone's Mistress in a nameless city in California."
"Beau…"
"I like that you wear your heart on your sleeve, and always say what you want to. You have the ability of being gentle with everyone, even jerks. I like the fact that for you, everyone has a second, third chance. You don't keep resentment."
"Oh, Beau. Stop," she asked.
"I like you because you was brave to left a whole life behind and moved to California, to have swimsuits competitions and build sandcastles everyday," he smiled to her, wishing she was doing the same.
"I like you because you're naive enough to ask me why I like you. I do not like you. I love you. I love you, Chiles Stanton. That's what I feel about you. You don't need to ask me to say this again. I'll always say it. I love you, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I lov…"
Chiles shut his mouth with a kiss. She put her fingers between his hair, and removed his hat, making it fall on the sand. Their mouths was opened enough to allow their tongues to dance together. She missed this. His taste. He tastes like a mix of tobacco, beer and… lemongrass. He tastes like country and it's delicious.
She knelt in front of him and he did the same. His giant hands was moving around her body, from shoulder to waist.
She touched his nape and came up with the hand 'til the beginning of his hair. Her other hand was touching his chest and going to his strong arm. She should thank this for the work on the ranch.
The bottle of wine was empty. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to get warm.
He dropped a strap of her dress and the kiss was getting more intimate. He touched the light skin of her shoulder. No bra.
He took his lips off Chiles' desperate mouth and kissed her neck, arriving in her shoulder.
Chiles could feel her body reacting to this and unbuttoned his shirt. She also made him took off his other shirt, and after doing that he came back to her shoulder, biting her softly. Her hands was already in his belt, and she whispered on Beau's ear, "I want you."
"I want you," she repeated with her voice filled by desire. He dropped the other strap and gave her a new kiss while she was opening his zipper.
He pushed her dress down and then Chiles was only with white panties. He also wanted her. He admired one more time the perfection of her petite body and grabbed it against his. He was feeling the warm skin and the small boobs with perky nipples against his chest. He kissed her mouth, her neck and her shoulder to reach this zone, where he gently picked a pink nipple with his lips, licking it. Chiles let a little moan escape from her lips.
Beau caught her in his arms and lay her down, in front of the sea. He took off his pants and boxer briefs, making Chiles clearly see how much he wanted her. Now she was just with panties and the diamond earrings.
He touched her ankle and legs. His hands reached her panties, took them off seemed to be the most easy thing to do in life. Maybe it was. She helped. When the panties wasn't covering her anymore, he opened her legs, letting her ready to him.
Beau kissed the inner part of her thigh, and keep kissing 'til her groin, teasing her.
"Beau," she moaned again.
They didn't know if they wanted to make love or sex. So they decided to do a little bit of both.
He kissed her belly, feeling the soft skin. When he kissed her again, it was on her sweet lips. His hand were in her legs and he was laying in her. She kissed him back and looked deep in his blue eyes.
"I love you, Beau Hutton." She kissed him again. "I love you."
He smiled and she lay her head on the sheet. He finally did it, and she closed her eyes. She could feel he penetrates her, and was hearing her reactions to it. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was the bright sky, witnessing their love, and her man. Beau. If she have ever been happy, she couldn't remember.
This is happiness.