Chapter 19 #2
“Yeah. It makes me feel good,” he said softly. “You make me feel good.”
I slid my fingers into the longer hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently. “All I want to do is make you feel good.”
Beau closed his eyes as I played with his hair, and the contented look on his face had butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He was gorgeous and sweet and—for right now—mine.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, held them there, then let myself fall back into the water with a splash.
“Come float with me, beautiful,” I said, watching Beau’s face closely.
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down my body, then turned and lowered himself until the water held him up.
I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers through his, savoring his startled gasp, enamored by the way he squeezed my fingers tighter.
The sun was beginning to set, and we’d need to get going soon, but right now, lying on my back with Beau beside me, his fingers tangled in mine, staring up at the pinks and oranges and reds streaking across the sky, at the hint of stars and a few wispy clouds, right now we could just be together.
“Shea’s out there somewhere,” Beau said quietly.
“Mm,” I said. I turned my head to look at him, to gauge what he was feeling. He was staring off into the horizon, where the water had blended seamlessly with the sky in an explosion of colors.
I knew their relationship was strained, but I’d only ever heard how Shea felt about all of it. How much guilt he carried, leaving Beau the way he did. How much he wished he’d stayed, regardless of what would’ve happened to him.
He loved Beau more than anything, and over the years, he’d told me and the rest of the guys countless stories about their time together in Kansas.
Some weren’t great, sure, but a lot of them were good.
He wanted to remember the good times they’d shared, so I knew all about their trips to the movies, how Beau loved board games and would regularly beat Shea at everything they played.
That Beau had taught him how to make ice cream from scratch.
The class projects Shea had helped Beau with.
There were a million little moments between them, etched into the core of their beings. They’d shaped each other’s lives, left indelible marks that time would never remove.
Right now, Beau looked more contemplative than sad, so I told him, “You know Shea loves you more than anything, right?” Beau’s eyes cut to mine as I kept talking.
“That all he’s ever wanted is to take care of you, to see you in a good place.
When he told me you were coming back here to live with us…
” I shook my head, remembering. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so happy. Seriously.”
Beau hummed, squeezing my hand.
“And I know he can be a lot, way too overbearing and intrusive—kinda like my family, I guess. Looks like we’ve got that in common,” I mused, earning a soft laugh from Beau.
“But…I think he just doesn’t know how to put all the years he missed with you behind him.
He carries a lot of guilt around, and it makes him push a little too hard.
He hasn’t found that balance quite yet, but he will. ”
“Yeah,” Beau said softly. “I guess I need to talk to him when he gets back.”
“You should. He would really like that.”
I turned my gaze back to the sky, where the stars were a little brighter now. There was a quick flash of light that streaked vividly across the darkening colors, and I shot up out of the water with a gasp. “A shooting star!” Grinning, I turned to Beau. “Did you see it?”
Beau was standing beside me, his eyes locked on my face as he slowly shook his head and said, “I missed it.”
I tutted and lowered myself in the water until we were the same height and gave him a wink. “Too busy staring at me? Tell you what. I’ll make a wish for you.”
The way Beau was looking at me had awareness spreading through every fiber of my being. It was intense and penetrating and it made me feel like he could see through every flimsy barrier I’d ever erected, right into the heart of me.
I wondered what he saw.
I swam closer. “What would you wish for, Beau? If you could wish for anything. What would it be?”
His eyes floated down to my lips, up along my cheeks, then back to mine. “You,” he whispered.
The smile slid from my face as our gazes held, the water rippling gently around us, tiny waves pushing us toward each other.
Beau moved until we were chest to chest, dark brown eyes intent upon my face.
He slipped his arms around my waist in a loose hold, fingers grazing along my lower back and making me shiver.
They drifted lower, to the waistband of my swim trunks, dipping into them an inch and then trailing around my hips to brush teasingly above my groin.
Fuck.
My stomach muscles clenched and I grabbed onto his shoulders as his touch electrified every nerve ending. My hips jerked forward when he stroked his thumbs closer to my rigid cock, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Can I touch you?” he asked quietly. “I want to—to make you feel good, Lea.”
I groaned, my eyes sliding shut. Fuck me, this bold and adventurous side of Beau was so goddamn sexy, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I felt like I would come as soon as he put his hand on my cock.
I pressed my forehead to his and tried to find some control. “Fuck yes, you can touch me. Come here,” I said, pulling us down deeper into the water. There were only a few other people in the ocean at this point in the evening, and none were nearby.
Holy hell, I wasn’t going to last long. I’d never really been into doing things in public, but having Beau get me off in the ocean—knowing that he wanted to get me off here, while there were still people around, had me throbbing in my trunks.
He continued to surprise me at every turn, and I fucking loved it.
With Beau’s eyes on mine and our bodies under the cover of the dark water from the shoulders down, I untied my trunks and pulled myself free, then guided Beau’s hand toward me.
There wasn’t anything to look at but each other, and for some reason, the intense eye contact sent my arousal to dizzying heights.
I breathed hard as I watched Beau’s lips part, and his fingers curled around my cock. His eyes bounced between mine, darting all around my face, doing the same thing I was. Clocking every single shift, every minute expression, every hitch of breath as he gripped me tight and began to stroke.
My hips drove forward as ecstasy shot straight to my balls, and when it barreled through me in throbbing bursts, I grabbed onto Beau’s shoulders. I started making little noises with every exhale, low moans that bordered on sounds of pain.
When his thumb rubbed against the sensitive underside of my cock, my muscles tensed as a long moan was ripped out of me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I panted, pressing forward until our lips were touching. I wanted to feel every gasp, inhale every breath. I needed to be closer to him. “Yes, baby, just like that,” I murmured against his perfect mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked, uncertainty in his voice.
I couldn’t have that.
I bit his bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth, letting it go slowly, savoring his small whimper. “Yeah,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm build as he kept stroking me. “You feel so good, Beau.”
I nudged my nose against his, rubbing it up and down, then placed little kisses along his cheek, down to his jaw, panting against his skin as his fist tightened around my cock, moaning into his neck as I latched on with my teeth.
“Beau—” I gasped.
Beau slid the fingers of his free hand through my hair, pulling gently. I came with an explosive groan against his neck as my vision whited out. Bursts of the most satisfying pleasure pulsed through me as Beau kept stroking me, blood roaring in my ears.
I clung to him as the aftershocks rippled through me, trying to catch my breath.
Beau murmured something to me, and I strained my ears, trying to listen past the roaring, desperately needing to know what he was saying to me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Lea. You’re really special.”
Beau was shattering my heart with every word that slipped past his lips, and a different kind of heat was filling me now.
It completely flooded my system, and I was pretty sure I would overload soon but I didn’t care.
I wanted every single word he had to offer.
Was inhaling them all like oxygen, and when he let go of my spent cock, he tenderly put it back in my trunks and tied them up.
Then he tugged my hair again to get me to lift my head, and when our eyes met, my heart couldn’t handle it.
I splayed my hands on either side of his face and took his lips in a hard kiss.
When I pulled away, I bit his earlobe, relishing the way his grip on my waist tightened.
“I am going to lick every single inch of you tonight,” I whispered.
Beau shuddered in my arms, and I slid my hand down inside his trunks to palm the luscious flesh of his ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Especially here.” I let my fingers slide along his crack, and the strangled sound that came from his throat had a wave of pleasure rolling through my groin.
“God, Lea,” he panted, dropping his head to my shoulder. “I can’t—I don’t—” His fingers flexed against my skin as he growled in frustration, so I removed my hand from his shorts and cupped his chin, tilting his face up to mine.
“What, sugar?”
The emotion in his eyes was raw and tender, so needy, and I felt like someone had just cleaved through my chest. “I want everything with you.”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. Beau was breaking me down bit by bit, and I was sure that pretty soon, I’d be nothing but stardust.
Stardust that belonged to him.
I pressed a soft kiss to his temple and said, “Then you can have it.”
Everything but my heart.