Dean:Uh, no, we’re in Boston. Maverick invited me to come back with them for a couple of days, and I couldn’t say no. It’s nice having my brother back again. I thought I would stay for a little while. Or until they kick me out. Their couch is kind of comfy.
Don’t do it, Beau. Don’t do it. It’s a bad idea. You said one and done. You don’t date.
Beau:We could hang out again. If you want.
Dean:By hang out, do you mean more hand jobs?
Beau:We could do that, too, if you wanted.
Dean:I wouldn’t say no. But I would like to get to know you a little more.
That sounded almost like a date. Something I didn’t do. Not after Trish. Not when I had Cole to think about. But we could be friends. Friends spent time together. They texted. They went out to dinner. They didn’t give one another hand jobs or kiss, though.
Dean:Maverick, Jax, and I are just hanging out here. You could come over if you want.
Beau:I’m literally two floors up.
Dean:Wait, really?
Beau:Really.
Dean:Then I’ll be up in five minutes.
And I felt like a teenager when Dean followed me back on Instagram.
Chapter Seven
Dean
This was a bad idea. Right? I mean, what was I even doing standing outside Beau’s apartment? I shouldn’t have texted him. I should have just enjoyed that he followed me on Instagram and liked my picture. Should have just reminisced about the one night we shared together and watched the hickeys he left on my neck fade along with the memories. Yet, I couldn’t. Because no one had ever made me feel the way Beau had. Not even Helena.
“Are you going to stand out here all day, or are you going to come inside?”
I hadn’t even heard the door open, nor had I remembered knocking. I stared up at Beau, his blue eyes watching me with a hint of heat behind them, and then I was on him. Kissing his mouth and dragging my hands through his soft, raven-black hair as I moaned his name. I mauled that man like an attack dog, and I didn’t even care. He smelled like laundry detergent and tasted like minty toothpaste. I couldn’t get enough. And when I expected Beau to push me away, he wrapped his arms around me, yanked me inside his apartment, and slammed the door behind him.
“Fuck, you’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?” he growled, shoving me back against the door. He caged me in, his eyes as dark as the night. “What are you doing to me?”
I swallowed thickly. “I don’t know.” I reached out to touch his face, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either, Pink,” Beau confessed.
And then we were kissing again. It was all tongue and teeth, savage yet sweet. We ended up on the couch, me beneath Beau’s big, strong body. He ripped off my shirt before removing his own, and I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands roamed over his perfectly sculpted muscles. The hard plans of his body felt so different from what I was used to, and I loved it. Loved the way Beau felt against me, how he wasn’t afraid to get rough and nip at my skin or bite into my shoulder. Goosebumps broke out all over my skin, and I whimpered when he stopped and climbed from the sofa.
“Take off your pants for me.”
I couldn’t move fast enough. I stood and yanked off my jeans, freeing my poor cock, which needed some relief. The moment I was naked, Beau shoved me back down, spat into his hand, and wrapped his palm around both of us. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I let out a sound I had never made before.
Beau tightened his grip. “Such a good, dirty boy.” He licked at my ear, his teeth pricking the skin. I had no idea that I had such a praise kink. “You’ve been thinking about doing this again, haven’t you? About what it’s going to be like when I fuck that tight virgin hole.”
“Yes.” I fucked up into his fist as pleasure raced through my body.
I had, too. I had jerked off more than I had in a long time. Hell, maybe even more than when I was a horny teenager.
He growled into my ear. “And I will, too. Fuck you. I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.”
I shouted as I came, my orgasm surprising me. My body trembled as I shot ropes and ropes of cum over my stomach and Beau’s hand. He grunted in my ear as he followed me, his cumjoining mine. I wasn’t normally such a quick trigger, but that was Beau, too.
“That wasn’t on my to-do list today.” He chuckled, pulling back and dragging a finger through the mess on stomach. He raised it to his mouth, then quirked a brow at me.
