“I love you, too,” Dean murmured.
I smiled. “Mm, I like the sound of that.” I nuzzled his neck. “Killian doesn’t like me all that much.”
“Killian doesn’t like anyone all that much.”
“Are you sure he isn’t jealous?”
Dean barked out a laugh. “Uh, no. He’s crazy about Matty. Actually, borderline obsessed, if I’m being honest. And I shouldn’t have said the things I did to him. I know they’ve made up and moved on, but he just needs to learn how to shut up sometimes.”
“He cares about you. It’s nice to have someone who does that for you.” I pulled the elastic out of his hair so that I could comb my fingers through it.
Dean melted against me before he sat back up. “Shit, I have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.” He sprang to his feet. “I have to go. Can you give me a ride back to Blake’s place? I have to... Will you be my date?” He blushed and gave me that shy smile that I missed so much.
“I would be honored.” I stood up.
Dean beamed happily, and that smile was all I wanted to see on his face for the rest of my life.
Chapter Forty-Four
Dean
The rehearsal dinner was a huge success. Maverick and Jackson had both made speeches, announced they were going to be fostering Andy, which caused Adele Olson to cry with happiness, and the band laughed, took pictures together, and had a good time. It was so good to be friends with my band members again. Like we used to be. Killian even pulled me aside to apologize for being such a dick. Maybe that meant he would learn to be friends with Beau, too, because I had no plans on letting him go. And when Beau had asked me to come back with him to his hotel room, I couldn’t say no.
Sleeping next to him had felt perfect. His warm, strong arms wrapped around me. I loved being the little spoon to his bigger one. Beau had cooed softly in my ear that he loved me, that he was so sorry for hurting me, and that he would never do it again. I had fallen asleep feeling happier than I had in weeks.
Only now my dick was harder than stone. I stared at Beau as he slept, his chest bare and exposing all the ink that covered his skin. I licked my lips at the sight of him, letting my gaze drop down to what the blanket covered. I knew he wasn’t naked beneath it, but I wished he was.
“Pink, you’re humping my thigh.” Beau’s voice was thick with sleep. His hand came up to press against my hip in an effort to stop me.
I hadn’t even realized I was rubbing against him. “Touch me, please,” I whispered and felt myself flush when his eyes opened.It was like looking into the bluest ocean. “I’ve missed you, and it’s been so long since your strong hands have been on my body.”
“You want me to make you come?” Beau murmured. His eyes darted to my lips, and I couldn’t resist licking them, hoping that he would get the hint.
I nodded as I leaned forward. “Please, Daddy.” I squealed in surprise when Beau flipped me onto my back and stared down at me. I felt my cock leak in excitement, precum drenching my briefs. I whimpered when he leaned down and dragged his tongue over my neck, up my jaw, before he stopped at my mouth.
“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you, Dean? You’ve just been waiting for Daddy to make you feel good.” Beau reached down to cup my cock, and my eyes rolled back.
I moaned as I canted my hips. “Yes.”
“Easy.” He gripped my waist to stop me from moving. “It’s my job to take care of you.” He grabbed my underwear, yanked them down to my thighs, and smiled at me. “Look at how perfect you are, baby. So hard and ready for me.”
My body was on fire. I ached for Beau to wrap his hand around my length, jerk me off, and make me come undone. It wasn’t like I hadn’t touched myself while we were apart, but it wasn’t the same. His hand felt better. It was bigger, stronger, and was made for me. When he sat back, I nearly sobbed in frustration. What was he doing? Trying to torture me? Hadn’t he already done enough of that?
“Don’t look so worried.” Beau smirked. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” He pulled down his own underwear, and I watched hungrily when his cock popped out and smacked against his stomach. He gave it a lazy stroke. “Here.” He placed his palm in front of my mouth. “Lick it, baby, get it nice and wet for me.”
I dragged my tongue over Beau’s hand. I made sure to go slow, never taking my eyes off him, and watched the way they burned with heat. He groaned when I licked between his fingers, leaving behind trails of spit.
“Good boy,” he praised, and my cock jerked. “Mm, you like that.” He wrapped his hand around me, and I cried out with pleasure. Then he leaned forward, brought his length to mine, and jerked us together.
God, that felt so fucking good. Pleasure zipped through my body and over my skin. “Kiss me.” I needed him as close as possible.
Beau didn’t hesitate to lean forward and slant his lips over mine, and my throat grew thick with satisfaction. “Did you touch yourself when we were apart, baby? Did you think of me? Stroking you, sucking you, fucking that tight hole?”
“Yes.” My body vibrated with need.
I was already so close, and if Beau kept talking like that, I would come sooner than I wanted. The way his hand felt wrapped around me, his cock rubbed against mine. The fireball of bliss that was threatening to erupt hit me before I could stop it, and I cried out as I came, my cum coating Beau’s hand and both of our cocks.
He groaned above me, his body growing stiff and still before he quickly joined me, his release splattering against my stomach and thighs. Beau gave me a lazy smile before he dropped onto the bed next to me.
