Dean:I’ll stop now.
Beau:You watched my game, Pink?
Dean:Is that bad? Do you not want me to watch your games?
Beau:No, I like it. It’s hot, actually.
Dean:It’s hot?
Beau:So hot. A huge turn on.
“I’m heading back to my room.” I glanced up at Jackson as he climbed to his feet. “Don’t drink too much, or you’ll regret it in the morning. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the bill.”
I grinned. “Have fun with Maverick. Isn’t Wyatt your roommate? Don’t be too loud, or you might wake him.” Although I was sure he was spending the night with Asher.
“It’s not... You know what?” He shot me the middle finger, then threw back his head and laughed, leaving me alone.
Dean:I think Maverick just snuck off to his room to have phone sex with Jackson. He turned about a hundred shades of red as he made an excuse that he was tired and pretended to yawn.
I snorted and shook my head before my dick started to think about what that would be like with Dean. Would he even be interested in something like that?
Beau:I think you might be right. Jackson couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
Dean:Too bad we couldn’t do that.
Beau:We could. If you wanted. I could give you the code to my apartment. Cole is with his grandparents until I get back.
Dean:Really? You trust me in your place? I mean, I wouldn’t snoop or anything.
This was a bad idea. I really shouldn’t lead Dean on like this. I was supposed to be breaking things off with him, not letting him into my apartment so we could jerk off together. But the idea was now in my head, and my cock was so hard it hurt. And the thought of him in my bed, moaning my name as he thought about me and maybe sleeping there was too good of a thing to pass up. I would have the scent of him in my sheets when I returned home.
Beau:Yeah, Pink, I trust you. How about you head upstairs and into my room? Strip off all your clothes, and I’ll video call you once I get to my hotel room. I don’t have a roommate, so I can be as loud as I want.
Dean:Fuck.
Beau:Someday, yes, but not tonight.
Dean:I’ve never had sex with a man before. You’d have to show me how if we ever get that far.
Beau:And I will. Someday soon.
I texted him the code to my place, made him promise to be naked when I called him, and then headed up to my hotel room. Maybe it was the booze talking, but I didn’t care. The thought of seeing Dean Frost naked again was too good to pass up.
Chapter Twelve
Beau
It took longer than I anticipated to get to my hotel room. I was stopped outside the bar by a couple of Boston fans who asked for selfies and autographs. I loved our fans. They were rabid and loyal, but I had important business waiting for me. A sexy-as-hell baby-bi rockstar whom I couldn’t wait to see naked in my bed. Just the thought had a shiver racing up my spine.
I swear the elevator stopped at every single floor before it finally got to mine. I closed the door to my room, then stripped off my jacket, kicked off shoes, and ripped off my pants while trying to call Dean. I didn’t want him to think I was ghosting him.
“Hi,” he answered on the first ring, his smiling face filling up the screen. His cheeks burned pink as he watched me, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.
I popped a brow. “Let me see.” I tugged my tie off and dropped it on the floor.
And sure enough, Dean was naked, lying on my bed. He dragged the phone down his body, showing me every inch of inked skin. His cock jutted out, hard and ready for me, precum clinging to the tip. I had never seen a sight as beautiful.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Pink,” I murmured.
