I gripped his hips and dragged him closer. “You can touch me anywhere you want. Nothing is off limits here tonight. You don’t have to ask.”
“You can touch me, too.” He nearly whimpered. “If you want.”
I leaned my forehead against his. “You know damn well I want to touch you. Kiss you again, jerk you off, fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“You want that with me?” Dean stared at me with wide eyes.
“I told you I would make it good for you, and I meant it,” I promised. When he leaned forward, I gently pushed him back. “Let’s get something to eat first. Room service okay?” When he nodded, I pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Then we can do whatever you want. Make out, touch each other, anything.”
“I like kissing you,” Dean admitted. “Your lips are so nice. So perfect.” He didn’t blush or look away this time, and a prickle crept up my spine. I knew this was a bad idea, but I ignored it and surged forward to capture his mouth again. My tongue easily found his. I liked the way his tongue piercing felt as it rubbed against me.
“Come on, sweet talker.” I helped him off the counter and watched as he grabbed his shirt to slip it on over his head.
Dean reached for my hand. “Can I get dessert, too?”
“You can have anything you want,” I assured him, and his grip tightened before he stopped me.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Beau,” he murmured.
Chapter Three
Dean
Beau ordered dinner for us. I picked out chicken tenders with fries, and he chose the healthier meal of grilled chicken, a baked potato, and veggies while I nervously fidgeted on the small couch. I heard him place an order for their biggest slice of chocolate cake with two forks, and when he turned to look at me, I smiled, then turned my gaze away. I liked Beau. I mean, I didn’t know him all that well, but I liked him in ways I never thought possible.
“Tell me about this high school sweetheart,” he said as he moved to sit next to me. He reached over to tuck a piece of damp hair behind my ear. “Was she the one that got away?”
“Helena? She’s Killian’s sister.”
Beau’s eyes went wide.
“I met her when she was thirteen, and at first I just thought she was just my best friend’s sister, you know? Kind of annoying. Wanting to hang out with us all the time.”
“But then?” He pushed for more.
I shook my head. “Then Mav and I had to go away to this religious camp the summer she turned fourteen. I had just turned sixteen, and when I came back, she was just different. Like I realized she was a woman.” I reached for his hand again. “She was someone I thought I might spend the rest of my life with until she decided that wasn’t she wanted.” I traced the lines of his palm with my finger, then linked our fingers together.
“All your firsts, though.” Beau stared down at where our fingers were intertwined.
“No.” His eyes shot back to mine. “I kissed someone else, fucked someone else, dated others before Helena. I was her first, though, and it might not have happened if she hadn’t changed her mind about us. She was scared that if we got together, it would ruin my friendship with Killian, and her relationship with him, too. They were close.”
Beau’s brows dipped. “Were?”
“When we left for California, the band, I mean, things got messy. Matty was a mess. Helena took his side, and they didn’t talk for a while. Killian didn’t even come back to Canfield until his grandmother died. I stayed behind because Maverick and I hate it there. Our parents were...” I didn’t want to talk about them right now.
I released his hand and grabbed his face, then kissed him again, trying to block out the memories of home. The horrible things that had happened.
Beau groaned as he eased me back against the couch, the tips of his fingers pressed to my neck as he splayed his body over mine. “While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I would like to get to know you a bit better first. I can be a gentleman when I want to be.” His blue eyes searched my face.
“Could we just fool around instead? I don’t want to talk about my shitty childhood.”
“What happened between you and Helena that broke you up for good?”
I sighed and struggled under his body weight. “Can you... Can you get up for a second?” When Beau did as I requested, I climbed to my feet. “This is really what you want to talk about?” I looked over at him, and he gave a curt nod. “She got pregnant.”
“You have a child?” Beau didn’t sound surprised or upset, more like he was curious.
I popped a brow. “Is that a deal breaker?” I paced the room. “No, she had a miscarriage. She was working at the hospitalwhere she’s a nurse when it happened. She claimed she didn’t know she was pregnant. One time, it was one time without a fucking condom, and it changed everything.”
