Chapter 23
LEA
“Again!? Lea, you’re cheating!” Judy sent me a glare over her shoulder, then tromped off to the next hole.
Beau leaned toward me and whispered, “How do you cheat at mini golf?”
Judy whipped around and pointed a finger at me. “I don’t know, but he figured out a way and he’s doing it! No one gets a hole in one on every single round! Beau, why are you letting him get away with this? Be the good influence I know you are!”
I laughed and put my hand on the small of Beau’s back, ushering him toward a very irritated Judy. “Don’t be a sore loser, Judes. Just accept defeat and move on with your life.”
“If it was a fair defeat, I would accept it gracefully. We should’ve done a full inspection of your ball.”
“Don’t be crass,” I chided.
Judy mumbled and grumbled as she teed up on the final hole, continuing her quiet ranting as she slapped at the ball with an angry stroke that sent it flying into the air and right on top of one of the decorations in the middle of the course.
I did a slow clap for her as she combusted. And Beau, like the angel he was, walked up to her and held out his ball. “Here, you can do my last one if you want.”
Judy melted in the face of such sweet generosity, the daggers in her eyes turning into hearts as she smiled at Beau. “You are too sweet, hon. You’re going to be such an amazing addition to this family. Just wait until Liam meets you.”
Beau glanced back at me shyly, a pretty blush staining his cheeks. That boy’s fire was melting my insides and scrambling them up, doing maximum damage.
I smiled at him, hoping to see his blush darken. It did, but it also earned me a small smile of my own on those perfect, plush pink lips.
Every part of me burned for him; I reached out and dragged him into me, swooping low for a soft kiss.
A hum of intoxicating energy thrummed beneath my skin, and I felt so alive right now.
So perfectly in this moment, so invested in him and every moment I could possibly scrounge together with him. I wanted them all.
This overwhelming urge to hold him, to consume him, speared through me. I wanted to teleport back to our room and slowly peel every article of clothing off his body.
But he pulled back, casting a bashful look my way. When he licked his lips, like he was tasting me on them, I slid my hand into his. Leaned toward him and murmured, “How do I taste?”
My heart practically exploded when he squeezed my hand, rubbed his thumb back and forth over my skin, and whispered, “You taste like spun sugar. You taste as pretty as you are, Lea.”
I immediately looked around to make sure no one else had heard those words because they were all mine and I’d rip the ears off any unfortunate souls near enough to hear them.
Mostly I was making sure there wasn’t anyone looking at me or the enormous boner I was now sporting.
I tugged Beau into me, positioning him slightly sideways so my hard cock was pressing against his hip.
“Lea,” he rasped. His warning turned into a moan when I captured his lips with mine.
I drew away, smacked a kiss onto his cheek, and said, “Beau, darling, you saying things like that to me when we’re in public is akin to torture.
Just so you know. Also, I’m not complaining right now.
Also also, if we skipped the beach, ditched Judy, and returned to the apartment way sooner than planned, I still wouldn’t complain.
But if you wanted to stay longer, I’d do that too because I want you to have fun since this is your first time mini golfing.
” I ran my fingers through the longer hair on the top of his head.
“Sorry it was with Judy. I had no idea she was such a bad sport.” I ran my finger down the bridge of his nose.
“So what I’m trying to say is watching you lick your lips like that really turned me on.
And then you basically obliterated me with your sweet, sweet dirty talk and I really want more of it. No, I need more. It’s a need.”
I couldn’t shut up and I couldn’t stop staring at him or thinking about him or wanting to be near him in any way I was able. My face also felt like it was burning, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or how Beau was making me feel.
Maybe both?
Beau’s laugh was a puff of air as he regarded me with the most beautiful warmth in those big brown eyes. “What—” He cut off on a chuckle, shook his head, and brought our joined hands to his lips.
He kissed the back of my hand like a knight of yore. God, I’d never wanted to give my heart to someone so badly. Ever.
He peered up at me through his lashes, a mischievous smirk on his lips, blushed, and said, “I wasn’t trying to—to talk…dirty. Did you really like it?”
“Oh yes. Keep not trying, you’re doing perfect, love. You’re a natural.”
The uncertainty in his eyes lanced me through the chest. I cupped his right cheek in my palm, kissed his left cheek, and told him, “I mean it. It’s a huge turn-on.”
The smile I got in return was devastating.
“Well, it’s official. I need to bone up on my mini golf.” Judy walked up to us with a defeated pout, marking something down on the little score card “Congrats, Beau. You’re the winner of today’s game.”
Beau was smiling again, and I wanted to keep him smiling forever.
I kissed his head. “Congrats, gorgeous.”
“That was just a warm-up,” Judy warned. “Next time, I won’t go so easy on you guys.”
“Sure, Judes,” I said.
After we’d returned the putters, I grabbed Beau’s hand. “Come on.”
We made our way down the rickety wooden stairs—it was a rooftop mini golf course, which seemed totally safe—to the boardwalk, Beau’s fingers laced through mine as Judy got distracted by every shop we passed.
“Oooh, Lea, they have hand-knit everything in here!” Judy gasped, stopping in front of a clothing store.
I had no interest in going in there, but if Beau wanted to, I would. “Do you wanna look around in there?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “Not really.”
“Okay. Hey, Judes, we’re gonna wait for you out here,” I called to her. She waved a hand and disappeared inside the shop.
“Come on,” I said, tugging Beau’s hand. I spied an open bench across the boardwalk and grinned at him. “It’s prime people watching time.”
“Oh—okay,” he said, letting me guide him to the bench.
What I really wanted to do was straddle him and do a slow grind, but I sat next to him instead and pressed myself as close as I could, pulling our joined hands over my thigh.
He was flushed—from the heat or my proximity, maybe both—and looking around at all the people moving up and down the boardwalk.
“Okay…” I mused, looking for a victim. “How ‘bout that guy? In the blue and gray swim trunks and pink sandals. Love that.”
I watched Beau search for the guy as he bit his lip. When he found him, he glanced up at me. “What…what am I supposed to do?”
Lord, my heart. “Just make up his backstory. Like…when he was a kid, his parents were killed by a Russian mob boss and he spent his entire life training to be an elite assassin so he could get revenge.”
A startled laugh broke free from Beau. “That’s really intense,” he said with a huge smile that made my heart skip.
“Yeah, and when the day came for him to finally kill the man, he was sitting on a rooftop across from the restaurant the man was dining at on the outdoor patio. Just as he had the man’s head in his crosshairs, the Russian mob boss had a heart attack before he could pull the trigger. Died with a mouth full of steak.”
Beau choked on a laugh. “Oh my god.”
“Yep. His whole life culminated to a single moment of supreme disappointment. Now he spends his time wandering the beaches of Delaware, searching for new meaning. And wearing pink sandals.”
Beau’s smile grew wider as he stared at me, dimples on display. “Maybe you should’ve been a writer.”
“Nah. That’s too much work. I’d rather laze away at the bar, skating by, doing the bare minimum.”
Beau scoffed. “Don’t minimize what you do. You work really hard, Lea.”
Did he have to be so sweet and sincere all the time? It really messed with me.
“Okay, I’ll go,” he said, eager gaze sifting through all the people.
I saw the moment he found his target, a mischievous light shining in his eyes as he leaned toward me and whispered, “The woman near the bathrooms. She’s searching for her long-lost lover.
They met on a cruise ten years ago, but their ship hit an iceberg and sank.
There weren’t enough lifeboats, but she managed to survive by clinging to a big wooden door until help arrived.
She never knew if her lover survived and has been looking for him ever since. ”
I laughed loudly. “That’s literally the plot of Titanic. Minus Leo dying, thank you for that revision.”
Beau shrugged. “Sorry. I’m not as creative as you.”
“Do you like that movie, Beau? Are you a hopeless romantic?” He blushed and turned his face away. I gently turned him back toward me and said, “Don’t get shy now, babe. You know I think everything about you is attractive.”
There was a bewitching hopefulness in his eyes as he stared back at me. “Do you really?”
I leaned closer until my lips brushed his ear. “Oh yeah. Especially when you fill me up with that big cock of yours.” I traced my tongue along the shell of his ear, making him shiver against me. “I can’t stop thinking about how good you made me feel last night.”
Beau’s hands clutched at the front of my shirt, his breathing growing heavier. “Y-yeah?”
I sucked the lobe of his ear into my mouth and scraped it lightly with my teeth.
His sharp intake of breath sent heat pooling to my groin.
“I want you to fuck me again, Beau. I want to be underneath you as you pound into me again—” I bit his earlobe.
“—and again—” I kissed his cheek. “—and again.” I pressed my lips to his and tilted his face just how I wanted it.
God, I couldn’t get enough of him. His softness, his sighs, his sweet soul.
I eased away and murmured, “Can you give me what I want, baby?”