Reckless Surrender :: Chapter Thirty Eight

Hope found Bo in the garage. He was going for round 'who knows what' on his punching bag. She took a deep breath as she watched him aggressively take on the bag in silence.

"Hey," Hope spoke loudly, but evenly.

Bo stopped abruptly. He looked her over once and dropped his hands at his sides. His chest rose and fell rapidly, "Hey."

They stared at each other in silence. It was as if they were in a stand off, but they weren't enemies. Neither of them knew what to say first, but both of them felt mad. They each grasped at straws for a reason to yell at the other, but neither of them could settle on a reason that was appropriate. They had both worked past that stage of their relationship.

"I just want you to know that I just punched Aiden in the face. In public," Hope announced confidently with a hint of aggression.

Bo's face softened as concern filled him, "What?"

"Yeah," Hope nodded, "Because I'm confident and strong."

"Hope," Bo waited on baited breath. His own words she threw back at him hit him like a wall, "Are you okay? What happened?"

She said nothing. She approached him quickly, pausing to search his face for a moment before grabbing his face with both hands. Her lips hungrily attacked his. She didn't want to discuss it. The stress of the day's events bubbled to a head. She devoured him like a starved lion.

Bo couldn't fend her off, and he didn't want to. He kissed her back with a vengeance. He dove for her neck, eager to take it further.

Hope gasped for air, "Ciara is awake. She's getting ready for bed."

Bo groaned into her skin. His hands eagerly searched her body for access to places other people couldn't go.

"We can't.," Hope sighed as he bit at her bottom lip. She wanted him. Bad. Talking was out of the question.

"We can," Bo grabbed her face forcefully. He kissed her on the lips once more before leaving her breathless in the garage.

"Bo?" Hope called after him. She was too aroused to contemplate anything but being naked with him, "Brady! Where are you going?"

He was gone. She ran a hand through her hair. Confidence and desperation consumed her. She was so proud of herself for confronting Aiden in public, yet mortified that she could put the man that she loved in danger. The gun haunted her. She shuddered.

She raced after Bo. She finally made it to the master bedroom and heard Bo down the hall tucking Ciara into bed. Her heart raced in anticipation. They had so much to talk about. She paced mindlessly as she waited for Ciara to give in and say goodnight.

Bo walked quickly back down the hallway, unaware that she was waiting for him in their bedroom.

"Brady," Hope called as he flew past the door.

He reappeared in silence and stared at her from the hallway. It didn't take any convincing for him to enter the room. He closed and locked their bedroom door behind him. They both knew where this was headed.

Hope stared at him with challenging eyes. She felt compelled to say something. Anything. She fumbled for words in her brain, "Bo… I…"

Bo shook his head, "No."

Her eyes darkened as he quickly approached her. He ran his finger down her jawline to her lips, "We're not discussing it any more. I trust you. You never would have pulled the trigger."

Hope closed her eyes. That kind of trust was not something to take for granted. Before she could fall back into the dark place inside her head, Bo claimed her lips again. She let herself get lost in his kiss.

They broke only for brief moments to undress. It was heated. Sloppy. Primal.

Bo quickly took his own shirt off and raced to the bed that she waited in. He dove for her neck in silence. He kissed her skin with purpose. His own frustrations were forgotten as he hungrily pursued a thorough exploration of her exposed body.

Hope's hands were tangled in his hair. Her eyes were closed tightly as he worship her body. She couldn't breathe. She banished seeing him at the other end of her gun from her mind. He was here. He was perfect. He was alive.

"Bo," Hope moaned softly. She wanted to cry out for him, but she knew there was no way their daughter was asleep. The sneaking around fueled her desire. She bucked beneath him.

Bo pulled away to look at her. She took the opportunity to remove her underwear. Bo removed his briefs. He felt as if this moment was pivotal for their relationship. It was vital to Hope's recovery. He entered her with respect.

Hope felt her chest swell with emotion as she felt him glide inside of her. The emotion reached her eyes, and she choked back a whimper of hot tears.

Bo stopped as he surveyed the tears slipping down her flushed cheeks, "FancyFace, what's wrong?"

Hope shook her head quickly, "Nothing. Please don't stop."

Her hands found the sides of his face. She needed this. She wanted this. The thought of losing him overwhelmed her. The thought of it being her fault scared the hell out of her.

"Hope," Bo whispered. He hovered over her, still throbbing inside of her. Concern washed over him. As he debated in his mind what his next move should be, Hope kissed him. Her lips were very persuasive. Bo reluctantly broke the kiss when one of her tears landed on his cheek, "Am I hurting you?"

"No," Hope replied in a husky whisper. Despite her tears, she was still very much aroused. She willed the emotion away from the moment. She was so thankful he was okay. Her love for him filled every inch of her body.

"Did he hurt you?" Bo asked. He couldn't help it. He had to know. He couldn't believe she had to confront Aiden alone.

Hope grabbed his hand and kissed it, "He didn't hurt me."

Bo stared at her. His jaw clenched.

"I just love you so much," Hope finally whimpered. A new round of tears erupted in her green eyes. Her heart felt liberated. She was giving in. There was no more holding back. Every reservation she ever had about letting herself love him again disappeared.

Bo's heart soared. Her love was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He kissed her desperately, "I love you." He kissed her again, "With everything I have."

Hope smiled at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and raised her pelvis towards his in an effort to encourage him to make love to her. She couldn't stand his idleness pulsating inside of her any longer. She moaned when he slowly obliged.

He thrust slowly, but with eager movement. Hope's body melted into his. She absorbed each stroke of pleasure he delivered with ecstasy. She couldn't imagine life without him. If the incident with the gun taught her anything, it taught her to let go. Loving Bo was the answer. She didn't want to be anywhere else, but in his arms.