32. Stasi
thirty-two
Stasi
I wake up with Beau spooning me, his face pressed into my neck. Goosebumps rise on my skin as his hot breath fans over it.
Smiling, I wiggle my butt closer to him. I assumed he was asleep, but his little hum of satisfaction tells me otherwise.
He moves his hand to the hem of my shirt, fingers creeping beneath it to skim over my bare stomach. His light, teasing touches have me pushing back against his hard length.
“Just you and me, sweetheart,” Beau murmurs, kissing my neck. “Liam snuck out for breakfast stuff.”
Careful to maintain as many points of contact with him as possible, I flip around in his arms so we’re face-to-face. Our lips naturally come together, and the sensual stroke of his tongue along mine builds a hot, desperate ache in my core.
I glide a hand down his chest, sneaking it below the waistband of his pants.
“Want you,” I whisper against his mouth.
A yelp punches out of me as he flips me onto my back. His blue eyes glow with mischief as he cages me in, a beam of golden sunlight from the high windows lighting him up like he’s got an aura.
Smiling, I card my fingers through his hair. I wish I had the words to explain the happiness he creates in me.
Beau brings his mouth to mine as our hands explore, slowly easing off clothes and tossing them onto the floor. Even when we’re naked, Beau doesn’t rush things. He seems content to take me apart one molecule at a time.
Eventually, he shifts his body to my side so he can watch his hand trace along my curves. He caresses my breast. My ribs. My stomach, the muscles there quivering at the ticklish sensation.
My breath hitches when he cups me between the legs. He teases me with light strokes of his finger, enough to have my hips moving, eager for more. More sensation. More pressure. More of him. All of him.
I bite down on my bottom lip. He’s barely touching me, but the admiration in his gaze alone is enough to send me.
“So pretty,” he praises, slowly sinking a finger inside me.
I whimper. “You are.”
Dimples pop as he fills me with another finger.
“Beau.” My eyelids shudder closed.
“Yeah, baby?”
I reach a hand down to wrap it around his hard cock, giving it a leisurely stroke. “Need this. Need you.”
Nudging my thighs farther apart with his knees, he settles between them. I run my hands up his beautiful forearms, admiring his gorgeous veins and faint smattering of hair. My touch stops at his biceps when he starts to push his cock inside me.
“Beau,” I say again.
He thrusts the rest of the way in, capturing my moan with his mouth. He kisses my throat. My jaw. My lips again and again as he begins to roll his hips. We stay in the position for a while, lost in ragged breaths and sensation .
When Beau sits up, I have to hold back a laugh. He looks wrecked, hair disheveled from my hands running through it and tiny crescent marks over his skin where I’d dug my nails in.
“How do you want it? How do I get you there?” he asks.
I place a hand flat on his chest and shove him, dropping his ass onto his heels. I climb onto his lap.
He chuckles. “Should I be scared that you’re stronger than me?”
“Probably.”
He grins up at me, stretching to bring our noses together. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Beau.”
Gripping my thighs, he helps move me up and down on his length. Combined with the stretch of his cock, the press of his piercing inside me, the friction on my clit as I grind against him, and his sexy, throaty praises, it doesn’t take long for me to fall apart.
His lips lock onto mine as he swallows my sounds. Another couple of deep thrusts and he comes, too. His arms band around my waist, holding me firmly in place while he spills inside me.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs.
The rumble of the garage door spurs him into motion. He sweeps me off the bed, hauling me into the bathroom.
I giggle. “You scared Liam will be mad?”
Beau sets me in the shower and pecks a kiss to my cheek. “Nah, I can handle him. Gonna see if he needs help bringing stuff in.”
He shuts me inside the shower with the hot water running.
After rinsing off, I slip into a slouchy cream sweater and light brown joggers.
Wet hair tucked in a knot through the back of the snapback I officially stole from Beau, I’m lured out of the bedroom by the savory smell of bacon and sausage cooking.
There’s a platter of fluffy scrambled and fried eggs already prepared on the kitchen counter, along with a tray of cantaloupe and honeydew beside a tower of buttered toast.
Mid-flip of a pancake, Beau turns to flash me a big grin. I laugh as the pancake lands on the side of the pan and gooey batter droops onto the stove.
Liam gently pushes him out of the way. “Your kitchen duties have been revoked. Out .”
“Do you think we’re going to eat this much food?” I question.
Beau wastes no time coming over to wrap his arms around me. “You fell asleep before I could ask last night. Are you okay with my dad coming over for breakfast?”
Panic drags my heart down into my stomach. What will Beau’s dad think of me? Of us ? I know how my parents would react.
“I told him about both of you last night. He’s gonna love you,” Beau tells me.
“Okay.” I nod, brows kneading together.
He plants another kiss on my cheek. “Gonna shower quick.”
As Beau slinks off, Liam digs out gourmet coffee grounds from the grocery bags on the counter.
“Oh, thank god,” I utter.
“Think I don’t know you, Anastasia?”
Warmth rises to my cheeks. As I brew a pot of medium roast, Liam’s dark eyes peruse my body, spreading that heat all the way down to my toes.
I’m considering distracting him from his perfect pancake making when the doorbell rings.
My gut lurches. Should I wait for Beau? Who knows how long he’s going to be in the shower, though, and Liam’s busy at the stove.
Which leaves me to greet Beau’s dad .
Steeling myself, I go to open the front door. The man standing on the porch doesn’t resemble Beau much. He’s got fair hair curling out from beneath a brown cowboy hat, and he’s deeply tan with heavy creases around his mouth and the corner of his eyes. He smiles wide, showing off two dimples.
Okay, so there are some similarities.
“Well, hello there. I’m Dave.”
I offer a hand, which he politely squeezes rather than shaking it. “Hello. I’m Stasi. Beau’s friend.”
“Now, he told me girlfriend last night on the phone. What’s he done to lose a precious woman like you already?”
Laughter bubbles out of me. Just as Beau had put me at ease so quickly the first time we met, I find myself relaxing in his dad’s presence.
Dave holds up a sack of groceries. “Beau asked for strawberry mimosas. I wasn’t really sure what that meant. Strawberry juice or fresh strawberries with orange juice. I don’t think I bought the right champagne either…”
His expression shifts into something that looks so helpless, I move in to loop my arm through his. “I’m sure whatever you bought is perfect.”
Light blue eyes twinkle back at me. “Wow. You’re really something, aren’t you?”
“Wait until you meet Liam.”
We walk in on Liam holding Beau hostage by a belt loop, his mouth hovering right over Beau’s. He hesitates, gaze cutting to Dave.
If this were my parent’s home, we would all be kicked out already.
Teeth clenching, my defenses snap into place. I may have failed to protect Hail, but I won’t allow anyone to make Beau feel less for who he chooses to love.
“Good lord. Pictures don’t do you justice,” Dave says .
Liam steps away from Beau, and Beau lets out a groan. “You looked him up?”
“Uh, well… you said he was famous. I got curious…” Dave trails off.
“He doesn’t care for fanboys, dad.”
Liam smirks, ruffling Beau’s hair. “Who says?”
Leaving Beau in a state of disbelief, Liam walks over to shake Dave’s hand. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
I have to blink back my own shock. It’s not that Liam isn’t respectful. I’m just not sure I’ve ever seen him dish out respect to a parental figure.
Dave claps his other hand to Liam’s forearm. “Look at you , son. If you ever decide you want to change things up from producing music, you’re welcome to come work on the ranch.” He tosses me a wink. “You too, sweetie.”
A flush covers my cheeks. Now I see where Beau gets his charm from. Liam’s gaze cuts to me, brimming with amusement. I roll my eyes in response to his silent taunt.
After setting the wooden table in Beau’s giant dining room, we sit down to eat. I expect the conversation to be dominated by Dave, but he asks questions about our lives instead. How we met. What my job entails. What we do in our free time. Where Beau and Liam traveled with their bands.
Either he genuinely cares about us as people or he’s good at faking it for Beau’s sake. Knowing Beau, I’d place my bet on the first one.
Dave rests his silverware on a syrup-drenched plate and pats a hand over his stomach. “What time do we need to head out, Beau?”
Beau’s eyes flick nervously around the table. “So… I may have canceled the appointment.”
Dave’s expression crumples. “Why would you do that, son?”
“I want to have surgery in Dallas. I want to move there,” Beau explains.
My heart skips, my fingers curling in the loose fabric of my pants.
Dave glances at me, followed by Liam. “That’s where you all live, right?”
I nod. “We’d be there to help him.”
After a few moments of silence, Dave’s head bobs in understanding. “It’s your decision, Beau. Can’t say I won’t miss you. I always miss you.”
Beau rises out of his chair and throws his arms around him. “You’re a good dad, you know that?”
"I can do better, son." Dave's eyes water, and he clears his throat. "You bet I’ll want all of your numbers to keep in touch. And you’ll need a spare bedroom for your old man to come visit.”
Tears spring to my eyes as I watch the two of them hold each other like it’s a normal thing. It probably was for Beau growing up.
“Well,” Dave clears his throat. “What do you all plan on doing with your free afternoon, then?”
Beau cracks a devilish grin as his gaze moves to us. “You two up for another date?”