“No. I don’t want that. The four of us are a team. I couldn’t do it without Killian, Maverick, and Blake. I need them.” I looked down just as Beau looked up at me. “Maybe it’s time for us to stop being a band. Maybe we’ve done everything we can.”
Beau leaned up to kiss me. “Or you could still record music. Mulligan is a fantastic band. You guys put on a great show. Maybe the touring is taking its toll on you.”
“Mmm.” I wanted him to do that again. Drop his heavy body against mine and have his way with me. “When I get back.” I cupped his head in my hands. “I want you to fuck me.”
A deep growl vibrated inside Beau’s chest. “Pink.”
“Don’t say no. We’ve talked about this. It’s what I want. Please?” I whispered.
Beau’s eyes flashed with heat and desire. “Then how can I say no to you?”
“You can’t,” I teased, and he kissed me again. “You promise you won’t disappear on me again?”
I hated to sound so needy and desperate, but it had hurt when he’d done that. And it made me feel like a complete asshole, because I had done that to so many girls in the past.
Beau sat up. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.” He grabbed my hands. “It was wrong, and I swear I won’t do it again. Pink baby, you don’t deserve someone who treats you like that. The fact that you’re willing to give me a second chance... I don’t deserve you.”
I climbed onto my knees and kissed him before he could say anything else. “You deserve everything, Beau. You’ve kept your heart under lock and key since you lost your wife. It all makes sense. Just don’t hide from me.”
“I won’t,” he promised.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Beau
Two Weeks Later
Istared at the picture on my phone while I tried not to crack it in half. It didn’t matter that Dean had told me he wasn’t interested in Jun. It didn’t matter that he didn’t find him attractive or like him any other way than a friend. The fact that he had posted a picture of the two of them on his Instagram with their arms around one another had me seeing red. I wanted to hop on a plane to Austin, rip off both the K-Pop singer’s arms, and beat him with them. He was touching what belonged to me.
Dean was mine. MINE! And he needed to be taught a lesson.
“You look like you’re ready to spit nails.” Jackson grinned as he slid into the booth across from me at the bar. The Terriers had just won our fifth game in a row. Hell, we had won the Eastern Conference Finals, and up until a few minutes ago, right before I had seen that picture, I was feeling fantastic.
I narrowed my eyes. “Go fuck yourself.” I grabbed my beer so I could drain it.
“Oh boy. Who pissed in your drink tonight? We just won. Why are you so angry?” He raised his brows at me.
I dropped my phone onto the table and slid it toward him. “This motherfucker.”
“Oh-kay.” Jackson shook his head at me. “From what Mav told me, Jun is harmless. The poor guy doesn’t know a single person other than his bandmates, and he was so happy to see Dean at that show. They’re just friends. If that.”
I bared my teeth. “I hate him.” I signaled to the waitress to bring me another drink. “I’m going down there.”
“Hate is a strong word, man. Like hell you are. How about, instead, you finish that second beer you just ordered and then call Dean? That sounds like the better plan.” Jackson sat back and dared me to say otherwise.
I wasn’t afraid of him. Just because he was a six-foot-six wall of solid muscle and twenty-five years old, that didn’t mean I couldn’t take him. I was still in the prime of my life. Maybe. Sort of. Whatever. It didn’t matter.
“Just let me sulk and feel bad that my boyfriend is taking pictures with pretty, young twinks.” I scowled.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Jackson chuckled. “Is that what the two of you are now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, Jax.” I took a long swallow of my beer once the waitress dropped it off.
“I know you’re upset, but I’m not your enemy. And neither is Jun. You think Dean isn’t as miserable as you are right now?” Jackson tilted his head as he reached for the water in front of him.
I popped my jaw and folded my arms over my chest. “Obviously not.” Because he was with Jun.Stupid, pretty, purple-haired fucking Jun.I hated that guy so much. “Why, what have you heard?”
“We’re not playing that game, because we’re mature adults.” Jackson rolled his eyes as he smirked at me.
