“Yeah, I know, and it’s going to feel even better when I make you come. When you drip down my fingers as you shout out my name.” Beau pressed hot kisses against my chest.
All I could do was grunt out my answer. My skin felt like it was on fire; electricity zipped up my spine. I dropped my head down into the crook of his neck. I felt like I was going to burst into pieces. I wanted to come, but I also wanted to hold it off. To enjoy more of this and find out what else Beau wanted to do to me.
“Are you close?” His voice was thick with desire. “Look at me. Come for me, Pink. Let me see you fall apart like the good boy you are.”
I pulled back to meet his gaze, and shouted as I came, blood rushing through my ears. I trembled against Beau’s body as he milked me dry. My lids were heavy with sleep, but I wanted to return the favor. After all, he deserved that.
“Next time,” Beau murmured and then he moved me onto my back. He groaned, and his cum splattered against my chest just before sleep took over.
“PINK.” BEAU’S VOICEdrifted through my thoughts.
I shook my head as I tried to keep dreaming. I was kissing Beau, and he was whispering dirty words into my ear. All the filthy things he wanted to do to me. Calling me a good boy. Telling me I was so good for him. Something I never thought I would be into until he said it. Guess I had a praise kink.
“Dean, your phone is ringing.”
My eyes popped open. Where the hell was I? I felt the body pressed against mine, the large,hotbody, and then Iremembered. That wasn’t a dream. It was real. Beau had jerked me off, and just the thought of that had my dick perking back up to attention.
“Your phone,” he murmured into my ear. “I put your clothes on the chair by the door.” Beau flipped on the light, and I was temporarily blinded. Then I untangled myself from the hockey player whose bed I was in and went for my pants. When I saw my brother’s name, I felt a chill run up my spine. “Mav, are you okay?”
“Actually, itt’s Jackson.”
“What happened?”
Beau was suddenly at my side, easing me into the chair, but I couldn’t stop the tears that blinded me. What if Maverick had been injured and was lying in the hospital? We just became friends again. I couldn’t lose him a second time.
Jackson didn’t speak right away. “Maverick had an anxiety attack. He’s resting now, but I thought maybe you could come by. He’s going to need as much support as possible when he wakes up.”
“An anxiety attack?” I tried to wrap my head around what Jax just said.
Jackson sighed softly. “He passed out, and I thought...” I could hear the fear in his voice. “He’s going to be fine. He’s sleeping now, but maybe you could come by? I’m sure he would like to see you.”
“Yeah, of course. I’m on my way,” I assured him.
“Thanks, Dean. See you soon.” Then the line went dead.
Beau cupped my head in his hands. “Everything all right?”
“I have to go.”
I was on my feet, pulling on my pants and shirt. Where were my shoes? I moved into the other room and found them by the couch. Maverick had an anxiety attack. He passed out. Oh Jesus, my poor brother. He had taken so much of our parents’ wrath asa child, and now he was suffering for it. And Jax. Always strong, reliable Jackson. Why hadn’t Maverick told me sooner about the two of them? I wish I had known. Why hadn’t I paid more attention? I had been too worried about my own shit to notice my brother needed me.
Big hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around. “You’re freaking out,” Beau whispered. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I did as he told me and felt myself start to relax.
“Better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I gave him a nervous smile. “I should go. Maverick needs me, and I—”
Beau kissed me softly, his lips grounding me. “I understand. I have to leave tomorrow. We’re going back to Boston.”
“Right.” Disappointment hit me like a brick. “Does that mean I won’t see you again?”
He chuckled. “No, not at all. I’m sure Maverick is coming back with Jackson. You’ll visit him, right? Or maybe when the Terriers come to California, we can meet up.”
“Is this just going to be about sex, then? Like a hookup when we’re together? Are you going to fuck other people?” I hated how that made me sound. Jealous and childish. Sick to my stomach. I had no right to ask him that question. We weren’t a couple.
Beau brushed the hair back from my forehead. “Are you?”
