13. Beau
BEAU
I ’d intended to push Corbin to give me what I wanted, but I hadn’t thought he’d be as vulnerable with me as he’d been.
I’d known he hid his true self at least to some extent, but in that moment as he climbed toward release, I saw what I could only guess was the real Corbin, and I wanted—needed—more of him.
How could I not? But how could I continue something that never should have happened at all?
Corbin laid his forehead against my shoulder. His breaths were shallow and labored. I traced my hand up and down his back. My dick was throbbing. I needed to come, but I would get to that. Right then, I just wanted to take care of him.
He shocked me by scrambling off my lap and pushing my legs wider so he could kneel between them. When he leaned in and took my cock in his mouth, I gasped. “Fuck. Corbin. Oh fuck.”
He sucked me, and there was nothing tentative about it, he didn’t take quite my whole length, but he almost managed it. I couldn’t stop staring at the way my cock obscenely stretched his lips. I could get so used to this. If he were truly mine, I’d put him on his knees every day.
I slid my hands into his hair, but I didn’t hold him down. As much as I relished control, I was mesmerized by his natural enthusiasm. “More. Harder. I want to come down your throat.”
He groaned around me and took me even deeper. The hot slick feel was so good. I fought to hold back. I wanted to make this last. I wanted him to give me everything he had.
I massaged his scalp with my fingertips and groaned as he worked me with his mouth. The heat of him felt so good.
He choked around me and pulled back. “You’re incredible, baby. Don’t stop.”
I stroked his cheek, and he gave me a lust-drunk smile as he took me back into his mouth. He worked me with swipes of his tongue and hard sucks. He was doing everything he could to make me spill.
“You want my cum, don’t you?” Corbin nodded as he laved the underside of my cock.
“I’m going to give it to you. Every drop. I know you can take it.”
He whimpered, and I could no longer resist lifting my hips and fucking into his mouth. He struggled at first, then managed to relax his throat and let me go as deep as I wanted. “That’s it. You’re such a good boy.” I was right there, ready to shoot. “Take it. Take it all.”
He swallowed again and again as I pumped my release into his mouth.
When I pulled out, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then smiled at me. He looked happier than I’d seen him yet, and goddammit, that did things to me. My dick twitched, trying to rise again. I wanted to make him smile like that over and over. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of it.
I’d known he’d enjoy letting go and surrendering to me, that he just needed someone willing to push back against his brattiness and force him to follow rules, to obey.
I could do that for him. His brothers might kill me, but I would be so damn good for him.
Maybe they would be able to see that. Did I dare take that risk?
I slipped from the chair so I was seated in front of him and cupped his face in my hands as I kissed him, enjoying the taste of myself on his lips and tongue.
“That was…” He paused to suck in air. “Incredible.” The way he was looking at me made my heart skip a beat. That was a problem. Fucking him, disciplining him, enjoying him, I was up for all of that, but my heart didn’t need to be a part of it.
You think Remington will let you get away with that? If he thought you loved Corbin, that would be one thing, but…
No way in hell would Remy put up with me enjoying myself with his little brother. I was sure Remy wanted only the best for Corbin no matter how much they fought, but there was only so much I could give. Maybe, for however long this thing between us lasted, we could manage to keep it secret.
Corbin brushed my hair from my face and studied me intently. “What’s really going on with you? How much danger are you in?”
His question surprised me. I’d been lost in thought about how much I would risk to be with him, and it took me a moment to reorient my thoughts. “It’s just some personal vendetta bullshit. I don’t want you caught up in it.”
“No. It’s more than that.” He held my gaze, and if I’d ever questioned that he thought deeply and understood so much more than it seemed on the surface, I wouldn’t have then. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
His lips pressed together, and I felt the anger rolling off him.
“You may think I’m not as capable as my brothers, and maybe I’m not.
Yet. But I know you’re aware I can defend myself from some punk attempting vandalism.
You wouldn’t have felt the need to drive me home if you weren’t actually concerned someone would go after me and you’d have to answer to my family. ”
“You think the only reason I care about your safety is because I’ll get in trouble if you get hurt?”
“You won’t just get in trouble. You’ll get murdered. Probably painfully.”
Beau shook his head. “Then I guess I should leave.”
“No.” Corbin’s answer was sharp, and he laid his hands on my shoulders as if trying to hold me there. I was stronger than him, but he still had the power to restrain me because there was something about him I couldn’t walk away from.
“Did you consider that maybe I drove you home because I knew it would lead to this?” I laid my hand against his sternum and slowly drew my fingers down his body until I brushed the head of his dick, making it jerk.
He was already hard again. I might not be as young as him, but damn if I didn’t feel like I could go another round right that second too.
“Did you? Because you could’ve just said that.”
“And you would have agreed?”
He grinned. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“Maybe I’d like to hear you say it.”
“Fine. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I hated how I felt. I hated you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
I wanted to gloat over that, to pretend I knew I’d conquered him, even when I’d been telling him he was a disrespectful brat, but I didn’t. “I wanted you no matter how bratty and fucking arrogant you were.”
Corbin huffed. “You just wanted to teach me a lesson.”
“I did, but that was because I knew this was exactly what you needed.”
“You’re avoiding the subject. I want to know what’s going on.”
Fuck. Why did he pick now to assert himself and get pushy?
I took his hands and tugged as I rose to my feet. Once we were both standing, I tucked my cock back in and did up my pants, then I reached to do the same for him, but he pushed my hands away, scowling at me as he fastened himself back up.
“You were really hoping for more?” I asked.
He glared at me. “If I want more, I’ll get it.”
I couldn’t stop my smile. “There’s my confident little brat.”
“That’s—” I cut off his protests by scooping him into my arms. He struggled against me for a moment, but once I settled back into the chair, he tucked himself around me and laid his head on my shoulder.
“Isn’t this more comfortable?”
“You know it is, asshole.”
I hadn’t planned to tell him more, but the words began to spill from me. “The day you picked up Remington’s SUV, I took delivery of a car I was going to fix up and put on the market.”
Corbin listened, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, which let me know he was concentrating hard on my words.
“There was a dead body in the car. A former friend of mine, the man responsible for setting me up and sending me to prison.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yeah. I still don’t know who killed him or who arranged for his body to end up at my place, but given its condition, they’d been holding on to it for a while.”
Corbin grimaced. I was sure he’d seen a dead body. He could hardly be in the job he was in and not have, no matter how sheltered he’d been, but I could tell he didn’t like thinking about it.
“The hat under the bathroom sink. Was it his?”
The memory came flooding back—me scared to death that when I saw the corpse’s face it was going to be Travis, then grabbing the hat off the body once I knew it wasn’t.
I’d hidden the hat under the sink and never dealt with it.
How could I be so fucking stupid? “What were you doing looking under the sink?”
“Trying to find some kind of cleaner that would get the damn grease off my fingers. I wanted to ask you about the hat, but I didn’t want to piss you off.”
I laughed despite the tension of the moment. “You’ve been doing nothing but trying to piss me off since we met.”
“Not tonight.”
“Fine. Tonight you were just making me horny as fuck.”
“So the hat was your former friend’s?”
I shook my head. “The hat was on the body, but it didn’t belong to Rob. It was…” Did I really want to tell Corbin this much? I hadn’t talked to anyone about my brother since I’d gotten my freedom back.
“Whose?”
“My brother’s.”
“Oh God. So you thought…”
“That the body was my brother’s? Yeah, I did. Until I forced myself to look at the face. I never meant to leave the hat at the shop.”
Corbin dismissed that with a wave of his hand. “What did you do with the body?”
“I took care of the problem.” I wasn’t going to give him details, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to mention Ambrose’s involvement.
“Was someone trying to set you up?”
“I assumed that, but either they realized that wasn’t going to work when no one mentioned the body and it disappeared, or it was just another warning.”
Corbin seemed to ponder that for several moments. “And you don’t know who’s behind it?”
“Not yet. I have a few suspects, but the only thing I know for sure is that it’s someone who’s afraid to make an open move. They’re hoping I’ll get scared and take off or they’ll get me arrested.”
“I can help you look into it,” Corbin said. “I have a lot of connections.”
“I know. I may have to turn to your family, but I’m trying to deal with this on my own.”
Corbin cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my skin. “You don’t have to. I really want to help you.”