I slam my bedroom door a little harder than necessary, but I can’t help myself; my entire body is coiled with tension.
I don’t know what I need more—to throw my fist into some asshole’s face, or sink my dick inside Bea.
Wait, no. I know exactly what I need more. The problem is, I’m not fucking allowed.
I pace back and forth for a few minutes, alternating between combing my fingers angrily through my hair and clenching my fists at my sides.
I need to figure out a way to get a grip on myself. We’ve barely started this arrangement and I’m already spinning out of control.
Being with Bea usually relaxes me, quiets all my demons, but add Monroe into the mix and?—
“Fuuuuuuck,” I bellow, hoping like hell they’re too engrossed in their game again to hear me.
That thought is shattered a few seconds later when there’s a knock at my door.
I plan to ignore it. Ignore her. But Bea takes matters into her own hands by pushing my door open and poking her head inside.
“Are you ok—Everett?” she questions when her eyes find me.
“I’m fine,” I lie, my voice thick. “I’ll be out in a bit. Go back to your game.”
But despite my words, she does the opposite and slips fully into my room, closing the door behind her.
My heart thuds harder because…there is a woman in my bedroom.
No. Not just any woman.
Bea is in my room. The woman who has been tormenting me for weeks now. The only woman I can think about. The one who seems to have ruined me for any other when I was so adamant it wasn’t possible.
“Hey,” she says softly, bravely walking closer. “What’s going on? Has something happened?”
Yeah, something has fucking happened. I came home to find you playing my Xbox with one of my teammates. And not just one of teammates—one that would be a much better partner and future father.Sure, Monroe might be young, but he seems to have his shit in much better order than me, even with whatever he’s dealing with right now.
I track her movements as she closes the space between us.
I want to stop her, hold my hands up and keep the distance.
But when my arms lift, they don’t even attempt to. Instead, I pull her into me and wrap myself around her.
Bea’s breath catches, shocked by my sudden need to touch her.
I’ve been so good at stopping myself. But right here, right now, I can’t. I’m not strong enough.
And as if she knows I need more, her arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight as she presses her cheek against my chest.
Dropping my face into her hair, I breathe her in, letting her sweet scent fill my senses, and force my muscles to relax.
“Everything is okay,” she whispers. “I’m right here.”
A lump crawls up my throat.
How does she know?
“Did you have a good day?” she asks after a couple of seconds.
I missed you.
“It was okay.”
