Chapter Seven
Dean
This was a bad idea. Right? I mean, what was I even doing standing outside Beau’s apartment?
I shouldn’t have texted him. I should have just enjoyed that he followed me on Instagram and liked my picture.
Should have just reminisced about the one night we shared together and watched the hickeys he left on my neck fade along with the memories.
Yet, I couldn’t. Because no one had ever made me feel the way Beau had. Not even Helena.
“Are you going to stand out here all day, or are you going to come inside?”
I hadn’t even heard the door open, nor had I remembered knocking.
I stared up at Beau, his blue eyes watching me with a hint of heat behind them, and then I was on him.
Kissing his mouth and dragging my hands through his soft, raven-black hair as I moaned his name.
I mauled that man like an attack dog, and I didn’t even care.
He smelled like laundry detergent and tasted like minty toothpaste.
I couldn’t get enough. And when I expected Beau to push me away, he wrapped his arms around me, yanked me inside his apartment, and slammed the door behind him.
“Fuck, you’re going to be a problem, aren’t you?” he growled, shoving me back against the door. He caged me in, his eyes as dark as the night. “What are you doing to me?”
I swallowed thickly. “I don’t know.” I reached out to touch his face, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either, Pink,” Beau confessed.
And then we were kissing again. It was all tongue and teeth, savage yet sweet.
We ended up on the couch, me beneath Beau’s big, strong body.
He ripped off my shirt before removing his own, and I couldn’t stop touching him.
My hands roamed over his perfectly sculpted muscles.
The hard plans of his body felt so different from what I was used to, and I loved it.
Loved the way Beau felt against me, how he wasn’t afraid to get rough and nip at my skin or bite into my shoulder.
Goosebumps broke out all over my skin, and I whimpered when he stopped and climbed from the sofa.
“Take off your pants for me.”
I couldn’t move fast enough. I stood and yanked off my jeans, freeing my poor cock, which needed some relief.
The moment I was naked, Beau shoved me back down, spat into his hand, and wrapped his palm around both of us.
My eyes rolled back into my head, and I let out a sound I had never made before.
Beau tightened his grip. “Such a good, dirty boy.” He licked at my ear, his teeth pricking the skin. I had no idea that I had such a praise kink. “You’ve been thinking about doing this again, haven’t you? About what it’s going to be like when I fuck that tight virgin hole.”
“Yes.” I fucked up into his fist as pleasure raced through my body.
I had, too. I had jerked off more than I had in a long time. Hell, maybe even more than when I was a horny teenager.
He growled into my ear. “And I will, too. Fuck you. I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.”
I shouted as I came, my orgasm surprising me. My body trembled as I shot ropes and ropes of cum over my stomach and Beau’s hand. He grunted in my ear as he followed me, his cum joining mine. I wasn’t normally such a quick trigger, but that was Beau, too.
“That wasn’t on my to-do list today.” He chuckled, pulling back and dragging a finger through the mess on stomach. He raised it to his mouth, then quirked a brow at me.
I smirked and opened my mouth. I had tried my own cum before, but there was something different about it being both of us. The salty, heady taste of us hit me, and I let out a soft moan as I sucked his finger clean.
“You continue to surprise me, Pink.” Beau grinned. “We should clean up before Cole comes home.”
Cole? “Who the fuck is Cole?” The question tumbled from my mouth before I could stop myself. Was I some sort of adulterer now? Was that why Beau didn’t want to date me or whatever? Fuck. How could I be so stupid?
“Uh, Cole is my son.” Beau held out a hand to help me up, but I ignored it.
I reached for my shirt. “Awesome. Well, congratulations or whatever.”
“He’s sixteen,” Beau added. Like that made things better.
I yanked my shirt on and tried to ignore the fact it was already sticking to me as I slipped my jeans back on.
“Well, thanks for the orgasm or whatever. I’ll see myself out.
” Only when I tried to leave, Beau grabbed my wrist and yanked me against him.
“I like being manhandled, but this is not the time.”
“Let me explain, Dean.” He stared down at me with those damn fucking eyes, and I couldn’t have said no if I had wanted to. It was like he could see into my soul or something.
I sighed and pressed my forehead against his bare chest. Why was Beau different? Since Helena and I had broken up, there had been plenty of others. I had gone a little wild, a little crazy, trying to forget, and there had been no repeats. So why now? Why him?
“Okay.”
“First.” Beau chuckled, gripping my chin to tilt my head up. “You’re going to need to wash that cum off your stomach.” He took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
The layout of his apartment was nearly the same as Jackson’s.
Right down to the wall-to-ceiling windows in the living room, I hadn’t noticed right away because I was too busy trying to get my rocks off.
Beau took a washcloth, ran it under the faucet, and before I had the chance, lifted my shirt so he could clean my stomach.
He dropped a kiss to my mouth when he was done, then repeated the process on himself.
The man was still naked, his cock right there, and I let my gaze drift over his tattoos, his taut abs, and his thick thighs.
How had I not realized I was into dudes before?
I looked away as my cheeks burned, only for Beau to chuckle softly. “Don’t laugh at me.” I folded my arms over my chest.
“You can look, Pink. I don’t mind.”
“Now I don’t want to.”
He gripped my chin again. “You do.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I pushed his hand away, and his blues flashed with heat. “I’m not a child.”
Beau’s nostrils flared. “Then don’t act like one.”
He stalked off, leaving me in the bathroom. I heard the sound of a dresser, and I assumed he was putting on clean clothes. Then he walked down the hall, and I followed him as he cleaned up his clothes in the living room.
Beau jutted his chin toward the wall. “There are some pictures of Cole, if you’re interested in taking a look.”
I moved to look at them, but the first thing I noticed was one of Beau holding a blue blanket with a newborn baby wrapped inside with a beautiful woman sitting next to him.
Who was she, and where was she now? There was a picture of her holding Cole, looking tired and exhausted, but smiling, nonetheless.
She had long, curly brown hair and big dark brown eyes.
I had so many questions right now. My eyes landed on a wedding photo, and jealousy burned deep in my stomach.
They looked happy. Like a family. I had no right to feel like that.
“Trish died when Cole was six,” Beau answered, like he could read my mind.
I glanced behind me. “I’m sorry.”
“She wanted nothing more than to be a mother.” He placed his hands on my shoulders.
“She and I were best friends for years. She lived next to me when we were kids, and we just got along so well. We loved one another for a long time. We thought we had forever together. Trish was so excited when she found out she was pregnant.” He squeezed me gently.
I felt a lump form in my throat. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m sorry if I was a jackass before. I didn’t know.”
“I don’t talk about Cole a lot. He doesn’t know that I’m bi, and I don’t bring dates here.
Or I didn’t.” Fuck. “He’s my number one priority, and I only want to make sure he has everything he needs.
” Beau leaned forward to point to a picture of a young man, who looked a lot like him, dressed in hockey gear, broad-shouldered and big blue eyes. “He’s everything to me.”
My gaze traveled over more of the pictures.
Cole, when he was a toddler. Cole, in a hockey uniform.
Cole and Beau, with their arms around one another.
There were a lot of memories on this wall.
Memories that I would never be a part of, and that shouldn’t bother me as much as it did.
Because Beau had already told me he didn’t date.
And now I knew why. I should have respected that and stayed away. Only now I was in too deep.
“I... I need to go.” I pushed past him toward the door as tears stung my eyes.
It was so stupid to get upset over this. I didn’t get attached to one-night stands or hookups. I knew better because I was normally the one telling the girl it was fun. But it couldn’t happen again before I moved on to the next one. Why was this different? Why Beau?
“Pink, wait.” Beau was right behind me. Jesus, why was the guy so damn fast? Was that a hockey player thing? I should ask Jackson.
I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. I get it. You have a family, and you don’t... I understand now.”
The sound of the front door opening had us both turning toward it, and when Cole walked in, I felt my stomach drop. This was bad. So very, very bad.
His eyes lit up when he saw me, a flush creeping up his neck and cheeks. Then his face split into a giant smile.
“Oh, my goodness. Dean Frost.” He squeaked out as he took a step toward me. His blue eyes were as big as saucers.
Beau coughed softly next to me. “You did say you wanted to meet him.”
Wait, what? What was happening right now?
“Yeah, I did. Oh wow.” Cole’s entire face was cherry red as he stared at me, and if I didn’t know better, I might think he had a crush on me. “I’m a big fan.” I mean, that was kind of sweet.
I smiled. “It’s great to meet you, Cole.” I stuck out my fist, and he bumped it with his own.
“Wow, this is so fire. Your hair is white. I like it, though. Very fire. You look a lot like your brother. Hey, do you want to see my room? I have a huge Mulligan poster on my wall.” His eyes were wide as he stared down at me, and when I nodded, Cole’s smile grew even bigger. “Cool.”
I followed behind him as he led me down the hall, and when I glanced over my shoulder at Beau, he gave me a little wave.