9. Beau
nine
Beau
S tasi’s long legs wrap around Liam as he carries her out of the music room, kissing her like he’s been deprived of love his entire life.
I rub at the slight pain blooming in my chest. No matter how much I ache for this kind of passion, this night doesn’t belong to me. I enjoyed plucking at that invisible rope of sexual tension taut between them, but I promised myself I would step aside when they found the courage to come together.
And they did.
What I hadn’t planned on was Stas reaching out to me, too. She’s just… something else. Had I met her months ago, I would have chased after her without a thought. Shit, I would have fought Liam tooth and nail for her attention.
Things are different now. I’m not the same person. I’m not the carefree, troublemaking guy I was when my music was being praised. I’m jobless and potentially riddled with health concerns.
A painful breath escapes me as I turn toward the stairs. Tomorrow I’ll pack up and leave. I’ll move on. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here. I don’t know what I thought I’d get out of revisiting the past.
“Beau.”
The firm tone of Liam’s voice stops me in my tracks.
Sighing, I drag a hand through my hair. Words of rejection sit on the tip of my tongue.
I’m working up to voice them when he hooks his ringed fingers through one of my belt loops and shoves me against the wall.
He pins me there with his giant hands, and I’m drawn back into memories of him.
How he used to toss me around and take control of me.
“Liam…” I whisper.
Surprisingly light fingers brush my forearm. I realize it’s Stasi touching me. Glancing in her direction, I blink a few times to adjust to the darkness. Once I’m able to appreciate those beautiful, warm brown eyes, my heart sinks at the fear swimming in them.
Fuck . I started this. I can’t leave her now, can I? No, that would be irresponsible.
It seems we’re both doomed to be shattered by this man.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” I tell her.
She stretches up onto her toes to bring her mouth close to mine. “Good. Thought we were playing.”
My cock strains to break free from my tight jeans. “ Baby . Don’t tell me you’re secretly naughty?”
She kisses me in confirmation, and I’m flooded with molten desire. I slip a hand beneath her shirt, resting my palm on her lower back to secure her to my side. We explore with lips and soft rolls of our tongues. I’m eager to learn what she likes. What makes her toes curl and her body arch into me.
All the while, lust-filled, dark eyes burn into us. I wriggle against Liam’s hold, desperate to get my other arm around Stasi, but this only triggers him to grab my jaw and turn my head to claim me with a hard kiss.
I fucking love it.
I’ve been so lost lately, it’s a relief to let Liam run the show. I want him to have his way with me. I want to be overpowered and wrung out by this inked up man with terrifying energy. I want to forget about the heavy burden of life.
Liam slides his other hand up my neck and threads his fingers into my hair. He grips me tight enough to earn a moan from me as our tongues meet and battle for dominance.
I rock my hips forward, stiff cock throbbing for friction. For him. For anything at this point. The solid press of his answering erection has me easing a hand between our bodies to run it along his considerable length.
“You gonna let me play with this tonight?” I ask.
Liam sinks his teeth into my neck. “If you behave.”
Stasi’s been too quiet, so I reach for her hand and guide it to the button on Liam’s pants. If she wants to play, then we’re gonna fucking play.
“Trouble,” Liam whispers, kissing the hinge of my jaw.
Easing away from me, his attention shifts to Stasi. I could get off on the way he looks at her. I want someone to look at me like that. Like the universe starts and ends with me. Like I’m the reason for the stars in the sky and the tides in the ocean.
No one’s going to put up with my bullshit, though. No one’s going to hang around. Liam didn’t the first time. Not like things will be different now.
Liam crowds Stasi against the wall. I bet her heart is racing as fast as mine.
“You’re in control, angel,” he says huskily.
A smile creeps onto my face when she slips a hand into his opened pants. Her head drops to my shoulder. “Oh, god.”
Liam’s teeth flash as he nuzzles against her neck. Without looking, he reaches over to flick open the button on my jeans. I tip my head back against the wall, overwhelmed with the anticipation of him touching me, skin-on-skin .
I’m faintly aware of voices downstairs, but I don’t care enough to stop what’s happening in clear view should someone walk up those stairs.
What’s a party without a bit of cock?
Liam dives a hand into my boxers and wraps it around my dick. The sensation of his warm, rough fingers combined with his cold rings has me shuddering. When he nudges the piercing beneath my crown, I hiss in pleasure.
“The fuck is this?” Liam circles a rough finger around the ball of jewelry.
“Apadravya,” I mumble, lost in the sensation of him toying with me. I shove his hand lower, and he gives my shaft a firm squeeze.
“What am I going to do with both of you?” Liam muses.
“Destroy us, I hope,” I whisper.
He removes his hand from me to shove open the door beside me. “Bedroom. Now.”
Stasi looks stunned, so I take her hand in mine and tug her close to steal another kiss. “We’re completely fucked, sweetheart.”
“Completely your fault,” she murmurs.
“Mmm, giving you most of the credit on this one.”
I usher her inside the bedroom with my hands on her hips. Pretty sure my dick’s in charge of making decisions for the rest of the night. So much for sitting fireside and smoking myself into sleep. Now I’m chasing the adrenaline of this wild night.
We bump into Liam’s massive bed. I remove my hat from her head, and we exchange nervous smiles. Then I toss her onto the black comforter like I mean it.
Crawling after her, I fit my body between her legs and brace my arms on either side of her head. I press gentle kisses to her lips. Her neck. Her collarbones. Everywhere I can reach .
When I roll my hips against her, she lets out a little whimper that shoots right to my dick. I pause to take in her pretty face, illuminated by the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“ Please . But I want to touch you, too.”
“Fuck yes.” I move down her body to nip at the curve of her breast through her shirt. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”
Gliding my hands under her shirt, I press them flat against her lower back. She’s warm and smooth and strong .
Stasi rests her hands on my shoulders, pushing me upright so she can pull my shirt over my head. A note of worry strikes me that I’m not fit enough to hang with these two. I’m not one to stick to a workout routine. I have squishy parts.
She doesn’t seem to mind, her brown eyes widening in what I can only hope is admiration as she twists the lock of my bleached white hair around a finger.
“Wanted to do this all night,” she whispers. Then she drags her hands down my pecs and soft stomach, her fingers teasing along the little trail of hair disappearing beneath my boxers.
I feel unhinged as I tug out her hair tie, unleashing waves of blonde hair before I kiss her back down onto the bed.
Soon, we sync up the movement of our hips, finding a rhythm to give us both glorious friction, only pausing when we hear the solid thud of Liam’s footsteps as he approaches.
Daring a glance, my pulse leaps at the silhouette of Liam joining us in the bedroom. We both tense up when he strips his shirt from his lethal body. I have a brief thought of putting my shirt back on. His physique isn’t fucking normal, and he hasn’t even pulled out his dick yet.
How did I survive him?
I brush a thumb over Stasi’s cheek. “Sorry, Stas. I might be drooling.”
“S’okay. I think my soul left my body.”
I glance down at her, grinning when I find that she’s admiring Liam, too.
My heartbeat hammers in my chest when I hear him stride closer. He touches a knuckle to my spine, and I hold my breath as he drags it up each node.
If that isn’t enough of a sensory fuck, his other arm comes around me, that hand grazing down my bare torso to grip my boxer-clad cock and make me groan.
In a quick movement, Liam flips me onto my back next to Stasi. He climbs over us, big knees slotting between our legs, and ripped arms caging us in.
He lowers his mouth to Stasi first, worshiping her with deep kisses that have me squirming impatiently. I feel like I’m being edged just watching the two of them.
By the time Liam moves over to me and sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, I bow off the mattress with a groan. He kisses his way up to my mouth, repositioning his leg so he has room to push down my jeans. I frantically kick them off my ankles.
Liam rumbles in approval when he rubs his palm over the damp spot on my boxers. He teases me with hard strokes as his tongue slides over mine.
“I want you naked, Beau,” he orders. “Back against my headboard.”
The instant he rises to his knees, I’m scrambling to obey. My cock bobs free as I peel off my boxers and toss them onto the floor. Then I leap to the headboard, causing it to rattle against the wall.
In this new position, I’m able to witness Liam in all of his glory as he moves himself fully over Stasi and licks into her mouth. My fingers curl into my palms. I’m aching to reacquaint myself with his exquisite tattoos, but I also know how he gets about being touched like that.
“So perfect, angel,” Liam praises, working his way down to the sliver of exposed abdomen where her cropped shirt ends.
My blood burns hotter at the way she comes to life beneath him. I close a hand around my cock and flick the silver piercing speared through it.