Chapter Four
Beau
Iwatched Dean pick at his food. I wasn’t sure if he was still upset about what he had told me or if he just wasn’t hungry.
He nibbled on a fry, broke his chicken tender in half, then pushed everything around on his plate.
He hadn’t even bothered with the ketchup or dipping sauces that sat on the tray.
I still felt terrible about making him talk about Helena and the baby.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him about Trish and Cole, but I held back.
“Not what you wanted?” He glanced at me. “We can order something else if you’d like.”
Dean shook his head. “It’s fine.” He gave me a brief smile. “I guess it sounded good at the time, but not so much now.”
“Want some of mine?” I gestured toward the plate before me. “I can share.”
He blushed. “I’d rather just eat the cake. I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” He reached for the decadent desert, but I pushed his hand away.
“Eat your dinner first.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Heat curled inside my belly at the way Dean teased me. I made a point to stay away from younger men and women when I was hooking up. It was just something I did for myself, but now here was this twenty-something-year-old rockstar who was making it very hard to control myself.
“A couple of bites.” I pointed at his meal.
“Okay, sir.” Dean’s ears turned pink, and he ducked his head.
I liked this bratty side of him. The way he was teasing and flirting with me. He managed to eat a chicken tender, then he smiled at me.
“Are you going to want to fuck me?”
I coughed as I nearly choked on my food. “Is that something you’d be interested in?” I wouldn’t say no to sticking my dick inside Dean Frost.
“I’ve never really thought about it until now,” he admitted. “But yes, I think I would.”
“Because of me?” I asked, pushing my plate away and moving closer to him. Dean nodded. “Tell me.”
He turned his smaller frame toward me. “Does it feel good?” He trailed his fingers over the cushion, then tapped my hand lightly. When I held out my palm, he linked our fingers together.
“It feels fucking fantastic.” I tugged slightly on his hand and slid closer to me. “Have you ever watched gay porn or asked your brother about it?”
Dean turned bright red. “I don’t... Maverick is just coming to terms with his own sexuality. I couldn’t ask him about that. I think he might die of embarrassment. And yes, I have watched some porn.”
My dick thickened in my jeans. “Did you like it?”
I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to strip off all his clothes, spread him out on the bed, and taste every single inch of his brightly covered skin before I covered it in my cum.
“Yes.” His face had turned bright red.
Fuck me. I grabbed Dean and yanked him up into my lap. His green eyes went wide and filled with heat. This was wrong on so many levels, but I wanted him. “You think you want to get fucked? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“If it were the right man.” Dean leaned forward like he was going to kiss me, but I stopped him. “You don’t want me like that?”
I groaned. “I want you more than I should.” I reached up to drag a hand through his now-dry hair.
It was soft under my fingers. It was eerie how much he reminded me of his brother right now with the snow-white hair that covered his scalp.
But where Maverick had hard edges, Dean was different. More approachable.
“We don’t have to fuck.” His eyes fluttered shut as I continued to play with his hair. “We could kiss.”
I smirked. “You like kissing?”
“I like kissing you,” Dean whispered, and this time, I let him do just that.
His lips were warm and perfect. His body relaxed against mine, his hands finding their way into my hair as he whimpered into my mouth.
I curled my tongue around his, dug my fingers into the belt loops on his jeans, and pulled him flush against me.
Dean’s let out a low groan as I placed a palm against his ass, the other one seeking out the button on his pants.
“Do you want this?” I asked, tilting his head up. Dean blinked at me through hazy, lust-filled eyes. “You need to tell me, or this doesn’t go any further.”
He nodded. “Yes, I want you to touch me.”
He reached behind him to yank his shirt up over his head. His bare chest was all hard muscles, and I couldn’t resist dragging a finger over one of his pierced nipples. Dean shivered under my touch, and he whined when I did it again.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whispered before capturing his lips again.
I wanted to make out with Dean forever. I wanted to take him apart, little by little, and find out what he liked. What pleased him, made him ache for relief, and then edge him until he begged me to make him come.
Dean’s head fell back against his shoulder. “Please, Beau.”
“Please, what?” I dragged my tongue over his jaw, down his neck, and then eased him back so that I could suck hard on his pebbled nipple. He cried out in pleasure and ground against me.
Dean’s fingers dug into my shoulders. “Touch me.”
“Here?” I cupped his cock with the palm of my hand. “You want me to make you come?”
He nodded. “I want it so bad. Need you to touch me with those big hands. Play with my balls, finger me. Suck my dick. I want everything.”
Jesus Christ. “You’re a surprise I never saw coming, Dean Frost,” I murmured. My heart beat fast against my chest. “Unbutton your pants, Pink.”