Chapter Forty-Four
Dean
The rehearsal dinner was a huge success.
Maverick and Jackson had both made speeches, announced they were going to be fostering Andy, which caused Adele Olson to cry with happiness, and the band laughed, took pictures together, and had a good time.
It was so good to be friends with my band members again.
Like we used to be. Killian even pulled me aside to apologize for being such a dick.
Maybe that meant he would learn to be friends with Beau, too, because I had no plans on letting him go.
And when Beau had asked me to come back with him to his hotel room, I couldn’t say no.
Sleeping next to him had felt perfect. His warm, strong arms wrapped around me.
I loved being the little spoon to his bigger one.
Beau had cooed softly in my ear that he loved me, that he was so sorry for hurting me, and that he would never do it again.
I had fallen asleep feeling happier than I had in weeks.
Only now my dick was harder than stone. I stared at Beau as he slept, his chest bare and exposing all the ink that covered his skin. I licked my lips at the sight of him, letting my gaze drop down to what the blanket covered. I knew he wasn’t naked beneath it, but I wished he was.
“Pink, you’re humping my thigh.” Beau’s voice was thick with sleep. His hand came up to press against my hip in an effort to stop me.
I hadn’t even realized I was rubbing against him. “Touch me, please,” I whispered and felt myself flush when his eyes opened. It was like looking into the bluest ocean. “I’ve missed you, and it’s been so long since your strong hands have been on my body.”
“You want me to make you come?” Beau murmured. His eyes darted to my lips, and I couldn’t resist licking them, hoping that he would get the hint.
I nodded as I leaned forward. “Please, Daddy.” I squealed in surprise when Beau flipped me onto my back and stared down at me.
I felt my cock leak in excitement, precum drenching my briefs.
I whimpered when he leaned down and dragged his tongue over my neck, up my jaw, before he stopped at my mouth.
“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you, Dean? You’ve just been waiting for Daddy to make you feel good.” Beau reached down to cup my cock, and my eyes rolled back.
I moaned as I canted my hips. “Yes.”
“Easy.” He gripped my waist to stop me from moving. “It’s my job to take care of you.” He grabbed my underwear, yanked them down to my thighs, and smiled at me. “Look at how perfect you are, baby. So hard and ready for me.”
My body was on fire. I ached for Beau to wrap his hand around my length, jerk me off, and make me come undone.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t touched myself while we were apart, but it wasn’t the same.
His hand felt better. It was bigger, stronger, and was made for me.
When he sat back, I nearly sobbed in frustration.
What was he doing? Trying to torture me? Hadn’t he already done enough of that?
“Don’t look so worried.” Beau smirked. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.
” He pulled down his own underwear, and I watched hungrily when his cock popped out and smacked against his stomach.
He gave it a lazy stroke. “Here.” He placed his palm in front of my mouth.
“Lick it, baby, get it nice and wet for me.”
I dragged my tongue over Beau’s hand. I made sure to go slow, never taking my eyes off him, and watched the way they burned with heat. He groaned when I licked between his fingers, leaving behind trails of spit.
“Good boy,” he praised, and my cock jerked. “Mm, you like that.” He wrapped his hand around me, and I cried out with pleasure. Then he leaned forward, brought his length to mine, and jerked us together.
God, that felt so fucking good. Pleasure zipped through my body and over my skin. “Kiss me.” I needed him as close as possible.
Beau didn’t hesitate to lean forward and slant his lips over mine, and my throat grew thick with satisfaction. “Did you touch yourself when we were apart, baby? Did you think of me? Stroking you, sucking you, fucking that tight hole?”
“Yes.” My body vibrated with need.
I was already so close, and if Beau kept talking like that, I would come sooner than I wanted.
The way his hand felt wrapped around me, his cock rubbed against mine.
The fireball of bliss that was threatening to erupt hit me before I could stop it, and I cried out as I came, my cum coating Beau’s hand and both of our cocks.
He groaned above me, his body growing stiff and still before he quickly joined me, his release splattering against my stomach and thighs. Beau gave me a lazy smile before he dropped onto the bed next to me.
“I should get us cleaned up.” His lids were heavy as he spoke.
I pushed the hair back on his forehead. “Did you think of me? While we were apart?”
“You mean, did I touch myself?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
Beau brought his hand up to his mouth, and I watched as he licked it clean. Then he dragged his fingers through the mess on my stomach and brought it to my lips. I sucked his digits clean as he watched, his eyes growing dark with want.
“Why do you think I liked the smell of you in my bed? I jerked off so much it was like I was a teenager again.”
His admission surprised me.
“Really?”
He climbed to his feet and then helped me out of bed. “Really. Now, let’s get you all washed up and clean for Jackson and Maverick’s big day. I can’t wait to see you all dressed up in. You’re going to look hot.”
I happily followed him into the bathroom.
I STARED AT MY brOTHER as he placed that crown he had wanted onto his head.
I had never seen Maverick look so dressed up before.
He wore all white, but with a lacey shirt, tucked into a pair of white dress pants.
It was nice to see my brother dressed in something other than layers of shirts and baggy jeans.
Sam was finishing up the final touches on my hair.
She had pulled it back into a tight bun and weaved little white flowers into it.
“You look beautiful, Mav,” I blurted, and when he met my eyes in the mirror, he blushed and ducked his head. “Jackson is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”
He hummed softly. “That’s the plan.”
“Holy shit.” Killian’s eyes were wide when he stepped into the room with Matthias behind him, his bowtie crooked and his tuxedo jacket hanging from his hand. “Maverick, holy... Wow.”
Maverick’s brows dipped. “Is that a good wow or a bad wow, because now I’m starting to second-guess myself. Is it too late to change into something else?”
“It’s a holy shit wow,” Killian assured him. “Really, you’re stunning.”
Matty nodded in agreement. “Really stunning.”
Maverick smoothed his hands down the front of his thin shirt. “Are you sure? Because I don’t want people to freak out or act weird when they see me. I brought another shirt in case I chickened out. It’s hanging up in the closet.”
“Mav, stop.” Killian placed his hands on my brother’s shoulders. “Don’t change. You look perfect. Jackson is going to lose his mind.”
I chuckled. “That’s what I said.”
“Damn, Mav, looking good.” Blake whistled softly as he stepped into the room.
Maverick’s cheeks burned bright. “Stop,” he murmured, waving his hand in the hair.
“Honestly, Allen, you look amazing.” Sam tapped my arm to let me know she was done. “I know dressing up and looking fancy isn’t really your thing, but today is your wedding day. That hot hunk of a goalie is just dying to marry you. Don’t you think you deserve to look and feel pretty?”
Maverick nodded. “I guess.”
“You guess?” I gasped. “Maverick, you’ve been in love with Jackson for years. You escaped that horrible life we thought we would never get away from, and today is your big day. You’re going to marry that man and live happily ever after. After Jackson gets over the shock of how hot you look.”
Maverick’s chin quivered. “Don’t make me cry. I don’t want to go out there with red eyes and tear streaks on my cheeks. It’s my wedding day.”
Killian and I locked eyes before I glanced at Blake and then we were all hugging Maverick, the four of us laughing and talking all at once.
None of us were making sense, but it was the happiness in my brother’s eyes that mattered.
And I was glad that the photographer, Brooklyn Sullivan, wife of NASCAR driver Rand Sullivan, was there and caught the moment.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” Mav interrupted.
“For not kicking me out of the band when I deserved to be. And for giving me a second chance.” He nodded at Matty, who smiled.
“I know I was a complete dick. None of you deserved the hate I gave you. I’m so glad that you’re here with me today, celebrating my big day.
I love you all, and I couldn’t have asked for better family and friends. ”
I sniffed. “Now who’s going to make me cry?”
“Seriously.” Killian looked close to tears himself.
Blake wiped at his face. “Too late.”
Matthias moved over to take Killian’s hand. “We love you, too, Maverick.”
“We do.” Killian nodded in agreement. “And I wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with, either.”
Blake nudged Maverick’s arm. “You’re getting married.”
“I am.” Maverick’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh my God, I’m marrying Jackson. Today. In his parent’s backyard!” he exclaimed and then we were all hugging again, dragging Matty and Sam into the embrace.
Today was going to be perfect.