Chapter 6
Chapter 6
BEAU
T he house behind ours is having another party tonight and I tried to be social, but there’s only one problem… I have no fucking desire to see people. King already bowed out himself, so I did the same. Their party was lame, and my head wasn’t in it. My mind is fucked over what these keys could be for and I sure as hell don’t want to see Iris tonight. My restraint is teetering and I’d for sure say fuck it all and just do what I want with her.
But now, I’ve decided the only way to get her out of my head is to get fucked up, so I go back downstairs in search of something to help put me in a blur.
People crowd me as I walk through the never-ending party we have at the fraternity. It looks like everyone moved over here since that other party was lame. Sliding my hands along the wall of the hallway, I find my way to the kitchen and grab a bottle of tequila to finish this night off in my bedroom. I just need to go to bed and forget this day because Iris was fucking right. I regret ever letting her out of my truck. I regret not telling her how I love her too and it’s fucking killing me inside to do what’s best for her.
She has no idea why I’m pushing her away but if Iris would think about it, she’d remember, and would realize she deserves better than what my mother got. Hell, better than what her own mother got or what her father did to her. She deserves a man who won’t choose a secret society and power over his own family. I can’t give her that. It’s not in my blood.
I’m in my room with the door closed before I strip down to my underwear and light up a cigarette. Fuck the rest of the house tonight.
There’s a knock on my door as I open the bottle, but I’ve already decided I won’t be answering for anyone tonight. I’m mid swig when the knock turns aggressive and is followed by a voice I normally can’t deny.
“Beau… open the fucking door. They told me you’re in one of those moods. Get your ass out here.” It’s King. He won’t go away without knowing I’m good, so I do the first thing I can think of to get him to leave.
I drop my underwear and shut off the lights, stumble to the door with my dick half-hidden behind one hand and a cigarette between my lips. “Fuck. I’m busy. I’ll hit you up when I’m finished.”
“That’s my boy.” I close the door with a rushed nod and lock it, hoping that’ll be the last time I have to talk to anyone tonight. Of all the people I definitely need to avoid, it’s King, because he will see right through my bullshit. He’ll know I’m fucked up over something big and he’ll question me until he figures it out. It’s not as if I want to keep any secrets from him… I’ll tell him everything, eventually. However, I’m not in the mood to talk tonight.
Someone yelling outside has me peeking through the curtain to see what’s going on, but it isn’t the shouting that grabs my attention. It’s the open fucking window straight into the room of the girl I’m trying to avoid. “Motherfucker.” Of course, I have damn near a direct view into her room and can see every fucking thing.
She doesn’t notice me watching her and for about half a second I consider walking away from the window, but of course the thought doesn’t last long. She’s too goddamn beautiful, and it hurts to see her so close and not be able to go to her. I’ve wanted to see her for years and now that I have her back… everything is fucked and I need to stay the hell away from her. Maybe if I keep telling myself that it’ll eventually sink in, but right now my dick is not the only thing not listening to reason.
Fuck. She can even unpack a box in a t-shirt and shorts and look sexy. I watch her move around her room like there’s no one watching. Like I’m not one of many of the guys on this side who would love to stalk her every move if given the chance.
“She needs to close her fucking curtain,” I mumble to myself, tugging on my shorts. Opening my door, I yank a t-shirt over my head and take the stairs to the left to avoid most of the crowd. Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it, I’m knocking on her fucking bedroom door in the next house over.
It takes her far longer than it should to open the door, but it takes me no time to consume her entire space. She’s still standing in the doorway, gawking when I rip the curtain closed and turn to scold to her. “Everyone can fucking see into your room.”
“So. It’s not like I was changing clothes or anything.”
“They can watch you.”
“Do you mean… you can watch me?” She flips the conversation back on me and I twinge with frustration over how she can get to me so quickly. Her sassy fucking mouth.
A few girls giggle their way down the hall, pushing me to close the door, wanting privacy for this conversation. I don’t need anyone else noticing me here; Iris’ safety has to be front and foremost. Fuck. What the hell am I doing?
“What are you really doing here, Beau?” She nonchalantly turns to walk away from me and without a thought in my fucking head, I spin her around to kiss her. My hand automatically circles her neck as I hold her in place, while I lose my fucking mind over her and shut her up at the same time.
Her hands sliding up my back sends me over the top, as the feeling crashes into me full force. Her chest rises in sync with mine and being close enough to breathe in the same air, is by far my favorite place to be in life. I know this. I’ve fucking missed this and it’s in this moment I realize the reality of our situation... I’ll forsake anyone who gets in our way, whether it be my family, the society, or any other brave fucking soul hell bent on making their next mistake.
Iris is mine.
I slow my movements and feel her grasp on my back tighten. “Please don’t pull away from me.” I soften my grip on her neck and slide my hand up to cup the side of her face, melting a bit when she leans into my palm.
“I wish I could walk away from you,” I whisper against her ear and brush a few gentle kisses down her neck. The softness of this moment is rare for me and something I’ve only ever had with her. She slowly slides her hands back down my back, sending a shiver up my spine.
I’ve missed her touch. I’ve missed her smell. I’ve missed every fucking thing about her and I’m going to spend all night reminding myself of the things that make her perfect.
“Beau. Please don’t hurt me.” I pull back, meeting her stare. No doubt my face reveals my curiosity.
“Do I scare you, Kens? Have I ever laid a hand on you?”
“It’s not your hands I’m worried about… it’s my heart. Promise me, Beau. Swear you’ll be real with me… and yourself.” I hear her and nod because I can’t help but have hope that I can keep the promise she’s asking me to make. But the truth still remains. I have no idea what the society will require of me, and I have no fucking clue what will happen if I’m forced to defy them to protect her.
I pull off her shirt, this time with a plan to enjoy every inch of her body before we leave the room. I finally get the chance to really admire the tattoos that trail down her arm, all of which weren’t there when she left years ago. Her silky skin is a contrast to my fingertips and I’m fascinated as the goosebumps surface along her shoulders. “You like that?” She nods with a shy smile, and I fall in love with the idea of mastering everything her body enjoys and start imagining how I’ll tease her until she loses her mind. But that’ll be another time. Tonight is for all the nights we’ve missed together.
Lowering myself, I sit on her bed and pull her body close. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I start to slide her shorts off when I’m reminded of her quirky personality. “Are there really fuckin’ armadillos on your shorts?”
She leans her head back and laughs; this time a real smile lights up her face and I take note of another thing I need to master. The armadillos fall to the floor at the same time she’s pulling my shirt up my back. I shift back on the bed until I’m against the headboard and admire her confidence when she crawls up the bed to meet me. She pulls my shorts down and without any further encouragement, she takes her seat… right on my dick .
Everything else in the world fades away and I let it all go.
I thrust upward and pull her against me until we’re face to face. She pauses from rotating her hips and I stop fucking her, as we both stare into the other’s eyes. If I didn’t love her already… I’d fall in love with her this very moment. I can see my entire world through her eyes and it’s going to be amazing.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips and watch her smile again; this time she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and finishes with a smirk.
“I know you do.” She sits up and starts to rotate her hips again and I lay back, entranced as the girl of my dreams rocks my world. I watch her touch herself when she’s close, then eagerly stare at her face as she flies over the edge.
I try my hardest to keep my eyes open while she unravels me, and when we’re both coming down from the high, I watch her gaze at me with a true connection most will never experience in a lifetime.
Tucking her against my body, I hold her close as we exhale in relief. My eyes are already closed when her soft voice demands, “Stay the night with me.”
I already planned to.
My phone vibrates from the floor and instantly I’m dreading a message from the society that’ll pull me from her bed.
King
Don’t think you’ve escaped me just because you snuck out of here, asshole. Why are you avoiding me?
Me
I’m not. Still busy. I’ll hit you up tomorrow.
King
Got a wild one, I see. Tomorrow it is. I have to tell you some shit.
Yeah… it looks like I need to talk to him, too. I need to tell him Iris is here. I keep it just vague enough that he knows not to come looking for me. I don’t want anything interrupting this. Tonight, I’m holding her while we sleep… everything else can wait until tomorrow.