29. Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Jake
F allon nudged the sunscreen closer to Beau. “Get my back?”
Her chin rested on my thigh as I leaned against a backpack stuffed with supplies for a day at the lake. We lay sprawled on a picnic blanket, baking in the midday sun.
Sitting on his knees, Beau uncapped the bottle, squeezing some into his hand. His palms rubbed together, and he smoothed the lotion over her sun-kissed shoulders, a hint of pink on them.
I resumed reading, licking my fingers and turning the page. “Hot damn,” I murmured. “He doesn’t die after all.”
Beau’s eyes drifted to mine briefly before his hands wandered down Fallon’s back. Lower they went, caressing her skin. I adjusted myself and dog-eared the page, setting down the book.
“Monster,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Treat my baby like I treat yours. A delicate touch. Why are you bending my book?”
Fallon lifted onto her forearms, hovering over my leg as she glanced behind her. “You weren’t delicate with your touch the other night, and you bent me plenty.”
That was true, but Beau wasn’t lying about treating my girl well. And though he fucked her rough at times, more often than not, he was tender. Playful. They laughed during sex—and not for degradation.
Beau teased and flirted just as much when he was naked, and Fallon smiled and giggled with an illuminating lightness. Their relationship was distinct from mine—not better, not worse—just unique to them.
Insects buzzed in the dry grass along the lakeshore, the heat glaring down on us. Beau’s tan significantly darkened from our time at the lake this weekend, making his white smile even brighter when he shared it with Fallon.
Handsome, fit, and bronzed by the sun, he was well-matched for a Southern California beach, not the arid dirt around Silver Lake. A reminder that he didn’t quite fit in because this wasn’t where he planted his roots. I sighed, rolling and cracking my neck. The thought unsettled me.
Fallon’s pale skin became pink in the sun and quickly burned. Beau had a critical job applying lotion, but the half-chub in his shorts indicated it was no feat for him to assist.
“Fallon!” Jenny waved, bouncing down the path from the parking lot, a towel around her shoulders as she and a group of friends headed over.
Squealing, Fallon darted off the blanket, hurrying to hug and rock back and forth with Jen like the two didn’t see each other regularly. Then again, Fallon had spent most of her time with Beau and me in the last several weeks.
I cupped my hands and shouted, “You can’t keep her!”
Jenny flipped me off, pulling her sunglasses over her face and carting Fallon away. Weekends at the lake proved a social event, and my butterfly was off.
“Want to swim?” I asked Beau, nodding toward the dock where a few familiar faces dove into the water.It was dark and murky, but refreshing on another sweltering late summer day. The heat would die down soon, but a chill already claimed the early morning hours with each sunrise.
He glanced at me, frowning. “Sure, but you’re burning. You want me to get your back, bestie?”
I craned my neck to take a look at my shoulders. Not as pale as Fallon, but fair-skinned enough to need to pay attention to coverage.
“Nah, I got it,” I said, reaching for the sunscreen .
He snapped back, pulling the lotion with him. “You can’t reach your back, Jake. You’ll burn.”
My eyes shot to Fallon, laughing manically with Jenny, the two squealing so loud that I heard them in the distance. The guys with Jenny weren’t familiar, and I wondered where Adam was, but there was nobody but Beau to help.
“Yeah, fine.” I sighed, flipping around.
His hands were soft despite the calluses on the pads of his palms, but they were firm against my hot skin. His roaming touch tightened my shoulders and tensed my back.
“Chill out,” he murmured, a hint of annoyance lacing his tone. “We’ve been naked together. Rubbing sunscreen is nothing when I’ve seen you rubbing your dick.”
It wasn’t his touch exactly, but telling him it made me nervous after… fuck . I closed my eyes, withholding a groan of embarrassment.
Ever since our first time at Fallon’s house, when we were arguing, and I was horny, and he was so close, and my dick brushed his hip, and I got confused and thought maybe he wanted to kiss me and maybe Fallon wanted me to kiss him or maybe I wanted to kiss him.
His immediate panic and pulling back embarrassed me. I would rather die never speaking of it than acknowledge that maybe I was okay with him helping me with sunscreen.
Which was shitty when Beau was exactly the person who would understand.
I hated that I wanted to talk to him about it. I hated that I could let down my guard with him because he let down his own. I hated that he made it feel okay to be vulnerable. I hated that I wouldn’t talk to him about it because I wanted to talk to him about it. What was the point? He’d be leaving any moment, any time.
I’d already shifted things with Fallon into unknown territory. Not my feelings for her, or even her for me, but whatever the hell was going on with this other person we’d invited for a good time. He’d become more permanent in our routine than I cared to analyze. So I didn’t.
Instead, I cleared my throat and muttered, “You lucky son of a bitch. Adam hasn’t even seen my dick.”
Beau laughed, capping the lotion and tossing the bottle onto the blanket. His palms spread over my shoulders and down the arc of my back. “So I’m the only friend you’ve…” he trailed off, sounding tickled as fuck.
I squinted at the glare from the sunlight atop the lake’s surface. Think I’d drown him out there.
“Jerked off with? Yes. That, amongst plenty of other shit.”
Humored, he asked, “Such as?”
Such as knowing the taste of my cum because you licked it off of and out of my girl.
It startled the hell out of me to find it as hot and sensual as I did. Dirty motherfucker. Both of us, honestly. Fallon, too, whimpering and mewling anytime we mixed somehow in the heat of the moment—a bunch of wanton and naughty perverts.
Glorious.
But Beau was so careful when we shared Fallon. Some things couldn’t be avoided. Balls occasionally dragged over a leg or some shit like that, but nothing purposeful. Nothing that I could brush off as a happy accident, even when I provoked him.
“Such as the fact you’ve fucked my cum into my girlfriend,” I said instead.
“Damn. Soul mates, bestie,” he whispered under his breath. “Some real depraved shit. You’re welcome.”
No thinking. I’d drown him.
Despite his familiar torment, Beau maintained boundaries—which was wild and even more confusing. Was I hoping he’d veer into my space? For what?
No, it was simple. Sex was hot. Seeing my girl thoroughly turned on was captivating, and my dick occasionally crossed some wires.
It was fine. There was no need to discuss it, not with the guy who’d be packing up any day and returning to his life, eventually forgetting how he thundered through mine.
Fallon was wrong when she suggested I bring it up with Beau, and that cute little stunt of sauntering off to give us a moment alone didn’t fool me.
It was a lot of work for an impermanent situation. Giving him space, I scooted away, noting a party at the picnic table closest to us.
I recognized Jenny’s baby brother, Chad, goofing around like an idiot as he danced atop the splintered wood and shot-gunned a beer.
He gestured in our direction, hollering something I couldn’t make out as his group burst into laughter and jeered. When they waved and pretended to jerk each other off, I realized their intent.
Fast on my feet, I prepared to storm over and smash some decency into his thick skull, but Beau’s hand wrapped around my calf, stopping me.
“Just let it go,” he murmured. “Chad knows I’m bi. That’s about me, not you.”
I stared down at him, unsure who pissed me off more right now—Jenny’s soon-to-be pummeled brother or a defeatist Beau.
“Why you think that distinction influences my decision to kick his ass baffles me,” I said, shaking him off.
He scrambled to his feet, placing himself in my path and shoving me back.“Not. Worth. It,” he reiterated, his eyes pleading.
Reluctantly, I listened, walking backward as I kept my glare on the assholes until we got to the dock to jump in.
Fallon chewed on her nail as Jenny strode angrily to her brother and wasted no time knocking him upside the head before dragging him off by the elbow.
Damn good woman, Jenny.
Even in the quiet with Chad’s eviction, a roar of blood rushed through my ears.
Because Beau was wrong, it was worth it. Sticking up for him was worth it.
“Shit. I know it’s somewhere,” Beau grumbled, lifting small stones around the front planter box as Fallon held up her cell phone to illuminate his search party. With no lights on and the property’s seclusion, arriving after dark became a scavenger hunt.
“Hell yes!” He grinned, holding up a key.
Tired after a day in the sun, Beau suggested we avoid the drive back to Windmere and stay at his family’s fishing cabin on the east side of the lake. A modest abode, he claimed on the ten-minute ride over.
A dump, more like it. Tiny and cramped with worn, tattered furniture, it reeked of dust and mothballs. Wood paneling lined the walls, and a stone fireplace comprised half of one wall.
The bedroom wasn’t built to code; it was likely an addition to the original structure at some point. This place needed a lot of work, with outside wear on the siding and some busted downspouts.
The click of a lamp cascaded a pale yellow beam of light through the room, dust particles dancing with the disturbance of movement.
“When’s the last time anyone visited this tomb?” I muttered, wiping a finger along the smudged wall.
He rolled his eyes. “Look who has that Windmere champagne taste.”
I studied the wall closer, noting it wasn’t dirt on the wood. Faded handprints. The oil from tiny hands sank into the paneling beside the door frame, preserved by years of sun exposure.
I smiled when I realized it. “Which are yours?”
“It’s cute,” Fallon said, stepping inside and dropping her bag before he answered. She scratched at the ponytail high on her head, the cascading hair tangled in the back from the heavy mineral water in the lake. “I’m all for a shower and bed.”
Beau kissed her cheek, pushing her toward the galley kitchen and gesturing to an oddly sized door to the left of it.
“Bathroom is there. The light switch is outside. Towels are starch-crisp enough to cut through human flesh, and limit your shower to two minutes if you want us to clean up, too.”
She ran her hand over Beau’s arm, sliding to the tip of his fingers before reluctantly letting go. “Thanks for allowing us to stay, Beau.”
The bridge of her nose had burned from the sun’s reflection on the water, and her soft steps were slightly off balance.
“She’s tired,” I said as the door closed. The sputtering tap sounded a moment later.
Beau nodded. “We let her sleep.”
I furrowed my brows. “Absolutely.”
We smiled at one another, staring for a beat long enough to cause Beau’s eyes to dart away quickly.
He cleared his throat. “A bit cozy tonight, but I can take the camping mat if it’s too uncomfortable.”
I flopped down on the couch, wiggling against its popped coils held back only by the thinnest velour layer. “We’ll make it work.”
I closed my eyes, my fingers drumming over my stomach as Fallon’s sweet hums rolled from the bathroom. Loved when she sang in the shower. She was happy.
“It’s fine,” Beau protested, jerking his thumb toward the garage. “I can drag a mat out—”
“I said we’ll make it work,” I cut him off. “You’re a stubborn son of a bitch sometimes.” I blinked open an eye to catch him glaring.
“Me?” he guffawed. “The hypocrisy is astounding, bud.”
I waved him off, only peeking again when the door opened with an agonized creak. With no ventilation in the bathroom, steam poured out when Fallon emerged, dripping wet.
“No towels,” she announced .
Beau looked like he was about to hump her leg that very moment. My poor girl, tired as she was.
Last week had been rough, and she lived on the couch until the day before yesterday when her period ended.
“We leave her alone,” I whispered a warning, eyes focused on the sultry swing of those luscious hips.
He licked his lips, nodding. “Yeah, no. Totally. We… fuuuuuuck, ” he rumbled, groaning as she bent over to rifle through her backpack.
“No,” I barked under my breath. “We don’t do that. That’s exactly what we don’t do. She’s tired and…” She bent a little lower, the pink of her cunt flashing before she stood with a pair of panties in her hand. I puffed a slow exhale, rubbing my face. “We leave her alone. Deal?”
“Deal.” Beau’s voice cracked as Fallon stepped into her panties, pulling a shirt to cover those gorgeous breasts with their delicious and tempting nipples. I could have my mouth on her all night if she’d let me.
“Okay, deal,” I repeated, deciding a cold shower might help. “You shower first.”
Might help Beau, I mean.
He did a double take, mouth agape. “What? No. You shower first. You’re going to fuck her while I’m in there!” he hissed.
“So? You’re just going to fuck her while I’m in there if I don’t fuck her while you’re in there.”
Beau ground his teeth. He couldn’t even deny it. I knew him pretty damn well. Unfortunately, he knew me, too.
“Pinky promise, bestie. We don’t fuck her while the other is in the shower.” He hooked his pinky, holding it up in an offering.
I hooked mine with his. “Fine. I’ll go first. But Beau, I swear if your cock is in her when I come out—”
He laughed, patting my shoulder and shoving me forward. “You’ll just join,” he said.
Beau kissed Fallon until all the breath left her lungs, and she panted wildly. My mouth licked and sucked her nipples, biting each as my fingers circled her clit.
Filthy liars, both of us.
“Just one round,” Beau had pleaded, his brows pinching. “Won’t even put my dick in her. Just want to lap at her a bit.”
I winced. “Gross, dude.”
We argued over acceptable terminology for ten minutes while Fallon sprawled on the bed and asked if we were ready to stop arguing about pussy and start eating it.
Never did a finer woman exist.
Without another word, Beau commanded her mouth, and I worshiped her breasts. Fallon’s unsteady breath fanned through my hair as Beau slid down her body.
Unsurprisingly, he bypassed her tits, giving me a wide breadth as he kissed her stomach. His hand wrapped around the inside of her thigh, opening her wider.
Maybe he forgot my hand worked her clit, or perhaps he didn’t care. Beau’s head buried between her thighs, kissing and licking until I felt the warm heat of his tongue just below my fingers.
Fallon moaned, her back arching against the bed as his tongue fucked her. Propped on my side, I watched.
His broad shoulders prevented her from shutting her legs as her pleasure built with each flick of his tongue. The closer she got to climax, the harder her thighs shook.
Then I was there, spreading her legs for him to keep her open as he licked her pussy. She writhed and gasped, tipping her chin to the ceiling.
Then I was really there, shoving next to Beau as Fallon gripped his hair and ground harder.
He grunted, shifting onto his side. With Fallon spread wide, I could fit if I mirrored him. The flat of his tongue lavished her in broad strokes while my fingers strummed her clit.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes. Holy shit. Group project. A plus.”
Effortlessly, maybe instinctively, we changed roles. His fingers were on her clit as my tongue fucked her. Warm and tight, she felt so good. So goddamn good that I overlooked how close Beau’s body was to mine or when he lowered his mouth to her cunt, and our tongues brushed.
Wet and delicious. Everything was wet and delicious, and it was impossible to tell who was doing what or where, but my dick ached to the point of near pain, pre-cum leaking and making everything between us even wetter.
He grunted again when my erection ground against his hip as I shifted to work Fallon deeper. There was the slightest hesitation, and his hand reached for mine.
I held my breath, expecting him to put my hand on his cock, hard and weeping from the tip. But he didn’t. He guided my hand to my dick.
Withdrawing my fingers from Fallon’s cunt, I licked and sucked her, my tongue caressing Beau’s as we worked her clit in tandem. My free hand reached for his, placing his hand on his cock.
We stroked in parallel, hips grinding and thrusting into the friction of our fists. Grunts, curses, and groans echoed as we jerked off and ate her pussy.
Filthy. Fucking filthy, and my body was an inferno. I could catch on fire, the act so hot.
Fallon pulled Beau’s hair with one hand, mine with the other, moaning and shaking as she ground herself hard against us. His tongue licked mine, bold and with intent this time. I didn’t stop him. Didn’t stop myself when I did the same.
Not a kiss, fuck, not a kiss. Too stubborn or stupid to commit, I pretended there was ambiguity in my movements when my hard-on and my noisy grunts and moans proved otherwise.
He came first, a whimper despite the rocking of his body as cum spurted all over his fist. He wasted no time thrusting his cum-coated fingers into Fallon, causing her to buck and whine.
When his other hand covered mine, shadowing my frantic strokes, I came within a few pumps, shuddering my release.
He guided my cum-coated fingers to mix with his.
Fallon gasped, nearly levitating off the bed with both of us inside her. His eyes met mine in understanding. Do not change a thing.
Thighs trembling and sobbing, she cried out just before she let go. A gush of wetness spread between us, and she released another guttural groan as her pussy clamped our fingers.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, damn near coming again at the sight.
Exhausted and limp, she covered her face. “I’m so sorry. I’ll replace the bedding.”
“Who gives a shit about the bedding, baby? You squirted!” Ready to throw a parade, I grinned at Beau. “Holy shit! We got our girl to squirt!” I shook my head, admiring the hard-earned mess. “That’s definitely not pee.”
I glanced at Beau, expecting at least some sort of stupid dance or whoop, but he was unusually subdued. He watched me with a weary expression, something odd about it.
“Well done, buddy. Knew you had it in you,” he said softly.
Fallon was already asleep, having conked the fuck out immediately. I used a spare t-shirt to clean her up, unease settling as Beau worked a clean blanket over the wet patch so she didn’t drown in her sleep.
My girl squirted.
“I made it weird. I’m sorry,” I whispered to Beau, my eyes steady on my girl because I couldn’t stomach facing what I’d possibly done, crossing a boundary without asking and cornering him into touching. Maybe he felt like he had to. Maybe—
“No,” he said quietly. “No, no. We’re good. I’m going to grab some water. Want something?”
I shook my head, my eyes following him out of the bedroom. But ten minutes later, he hadn’t yet returned. After another five, I gave up and went to sleep.