I smirked and opened my mouth. I had tried my own cum before, but there was something different about it being both of us. The salty, heady taste of us hit me, and I let out a soft moan as I sucked his finger clean.
“You continue to surprise me, Pink.” Beau grinned. “We should clean up before Cole comes home.”
Cole? “Who the fuck is Cole?” The question tumbled from my mouth before I could stop myself. Was I some sort of adulterer now? Was that why Beau didn’t want to date me or whatever? Fuck. How could I be so stupid?
“Uh, Cole is my son.” Beau held out a hand to help me up, but I ignored it.
I reached for my shirt. “Awesome. Well, congratulations or whatever.”
“He’s sixteen,” Beau added. Like that made things better.
I yanked my shirt on and tried to ignore the fact it was already sticking to me as I slipped my jeans back on. “Well, thanks for the orgasm or whatever. I’ll see myself out.” Only when I tried to leave, Beau grabbed my wrist and yanked me against him. “I like being manhandled, but this is not the time.”
“Let me explain, Dean.” He stared down at me with those damn fucking eyes, and I couldn’t have said no if I had wanted to. It was like he could see into my soul or something.
I sighed and pressed my forehead against his bare chest. Why was Beau different? Since Helena and I had broken up, there had been plenty of others. I had gone a little wild, a little crazy, trying to forget, and there had been no repeats. So why now? Why him?
“Okay.”
“First.” Beau chuckled, gripping my chin to tilt my head up. “You’re going to need to wash that cum off your stomach.” He took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
The layout of his apartment was nearly the same as Jackson’s. Right down to the wall-to-ceiling windows in the living room, I hadn’t noticed right away because I was too busy trying to get my rocks off. Beau took a washcloth, ran it under the faucet, and before I had the chance, lifted my shirt so he could clean my stomach. He dropped a kiss to my mouth when he was done, then repeated the process on himself. The man was still naked, his cock right there, and I let my gaze drift over his tattoos, his taut abs, and his thick thighs. How had I not realized I was into dudes before?
I looked away as my cheeks burned, only for Beau to chuckle softly. “Don’t laugh at me.” I folded my arms over my chest.
“You can look, Pink. I don’t mind.”
“Now I don’t want to.”
He gripped my chin again. “You do.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I pushed his hand away, and his blues flashed with heat. “I’m not a child.”
Beau’s nostrils flared. “Then don’t act like one.”
He stalked off, leaving me in the bathroom. I heard the sound of a dresser, and I assumed he was putting on clean clothes. Then he walked down the hall, and I followed him as he cleaned up his clothes in the living room.
Beau jutted his chin toward the wall. “There are some pictures of Cole, if you’re interested in taking a look.”
I moved to look at them, but the first thing I noticed was one of Beau holding a blue blanket with a newborn baby wrapped inside with a beautiful woman sitting next to him. Who was she, and where was she now? There was a picture of her holding Cole, looking tired and exhausted, but smiling, nonetheless. She had long, curly brown hair and big dark brown eyes. I had so manyquestions right now. My eyes landed on a wedding photo, and jealousy burned deep in my stomach. They looked happy. Like a family. I had no right to feel like that.
“Trish died when Cole was six,” Beau answered, like he could read my mind.
I glanced behind me. “I’m sorry.”
“She wanted nothing more than to be a mother.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “She and I were best friends for years. She lived next to me when we were kids, and we just got along so well. We loved one another for a long time. We thought we had forever together. Trish was so excited when she found out she was pregnant.” He squeezed me gently.
I felt a lump form in my throat. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m sorry if I was a jackass before. I didn’t know.”
“I don’t talk about Cole a lot. He doesn’t know that I’m bi, and I don’t bring dates here. Or I didn’t.” Fuck. “He’s my number one priority, and I only want to make sure he has everything he needs.” Beau leaned forward to point to a picture of a young man, who looked a lot like him, dressed in hockey gear, broad-shouldered and big blue eyes. “He’s everything to me.”
My gaze traveled over more of the pictures. Cole, when he was a toddler. Cole, in a hockey uniform. Cole and Beau, with their arms around one another. There were a lot of memories on this wall. Memories that I would never be a part of, and that shouldn’t bother me as much as it did. Because Beau had already told me he didn’t date. And now I knew why. I should have respected that and stayed away. Only now I was in too deep.
“I... I need to go.” I pushed past him toward the door as tears stung my eyes.
It was so stupid to get upset over this. I didn’t get attached to one-night stands or hookups. I knew better because I was normally the one telling the girl it was fun. But it couldn’thappen again before I moved on to the next one. Why was this different? Why Beau?
“Pink, wait.” Beau was right behind me. Jesus, why was the guy so damn fast? Was that a hockey player thing? I should ask Jackson.
