“Well, so much for that,” I teased. “We could go out to grab something to eat.”
Dean chewed on his bottom lip. “Beau, I—”
“I’m sorry we ruined your breakfast.” Maverick had his face pressed into Jackson’s chest as he peered up over at us. “I was just upset, and I wanted to talk to Dean. I didn’t mean to come barging into your apartment.”
Dean squeezed my fingers. “Mav, it’s okay. I’m here for you whenever you need me.”
“It’s not. Sometimes I still get snappy with people, and Beau didn’t deserve that. I’m trying to be a better man.” Maverick twisted his body around to face us. “Why don’t you two come downstairs, and I’ll make you breakfast?”
“You don’t have to do that,” I told him. And I still wanted to spend some more alone time with Dean.
Maverick nodded. “I know that, but I want to. Please?”
“Of course, we’d love to. Right, Beau.” Dean glanced up at me, and the hope in his eyes nearly had me falling to my knees. How could I say no to him?
I smiled. “That sounds great.”
“Okay, so meet us downstairs as soon as you want.” Maverick hugged his brother again and then surprised me when he gave me a quick hug. Jackson smiled as he patted my shoulder and then they disappeared, leaving Dean and me alone.
Dean tilted his head. “Thank you. I know that you wanted to say no.”
“What I wanted was to spend a little more time alone with you before you leave tomorrow. But you deserve to spend time with your brother, too. I can’t be selfish.” I moved to cup his head in my hands before I kissed him.
Dean’s mouth opened for me, our tongues tangled together, and he moaned softly. “It’s never felt like this with anyone before. I want to kiss you forever, Beau,” he confessed.
“Pink baby, you say the sweetest things.” I sighed into the kiss and pulled him closer as I combed my fingers through his hair. “How about we get ready to go downstairs to have breakfast?”
He nodded. “Sure.” But I saw the hurt that flashed in his eyes.
“Wait.” I grabbed arm before he could walk away. “You want me to tell you the same thing? Is that it? That I want to kiss you forever, too?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Not if you don’t mean it.”
“Listen.” I pulled him back. “I don’t know what we’re doing, but I like it. I like you.”
“Great, you like me.”
“Don’t be a brat, Dean.”
His nostrils flared angrily. “Stop making this age difference seem like such a big fucking deal! I don’t care that you’re older,but you obviously do. If you don’t want to continue to do this or see where it can go, just tell me now and don’t jerk me around. We can stop now before we, or maybe it’s just me, get too attached.”
“Too fucking late,” I growled and crushed our lips together. The soft gasp Dean released was enough to know I’d caught him off guard. I pushed him back until his back hit the wall, our lips sealed together. “I want to kiss you forever, too, Dean Frost.”
His lips curved up into a wide, victorious smile at my confession.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dean
There were a lot of tears when I packed up my things on Friday morning. Not just from me, either. Maverick cried a lot. He was pretty set on staying in Boston with Jackson and had told Lou that if he was forced to do any more PR, it would be there. He wasn’t touring or leaving unless someone held a gun to his head. Those were his exact words, too. Maverick had had enough of that lifestyle and was happy being a househusband. Or fiancé. After I promised my brother I would talk to him every single day, it was time to say goodbye to Beau.
“We’ll see one another again before you know it, Pink,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “And I plan to ravage you the first chance I get.”
My dick jerked at the thought. I was still deliciously sore in all the right places. Sex with a man was everything I had hoped it would be. Last night Beau had fucked me again as I screamed into the mattress, my hands clutching the sheet. And I came untouched, which was something I thought was a myth.
I had kissed Beau goodbye with tears in my eyes as the Uber pulled up outside the apartment building. I waved goodbye until I could no longer see him on the sidewalk and then cried silently in the car. The airport had been jam-packed full of people, and it was amazing no one had recognized me. I kept my head down until I got onto the plane, shoved my headphones on and tried to sleep, but it never happened. I didn’t want to go back to California. It didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore.
And now that I was back home, I wanted to be back in Boston. I flipped through my socials like a crazy person. I stalked Beau’s IG and smiled at his pictures, wishing we could post some of us together. I had almost told him I loved him. My phone buzzed in my hand, and I saw another text from Killian, which I ignored.
