“He might be a good guy, but he’s not for you.”
“You know you’re not my brother. Or my father. Or even my friend.” She cocks her head to the side to look over at me. Her words cut me deep, but I deserve that shit. I’ve gone out of my way to avoid her as much as possible.
“Yeah, I fucking know.” I more than know that shit. She ruined me a long time ago. She drove me crazy. Consumed so many of my thoughts. Her face was the last thing I saw when I thought death came for me surrounded by sand and hell. She was all I could see standing there in front of me. I’d clung to her. When they pulled me out of hell, I knew it was her that kept me alive.
I also knew I was in fucking love with her. But I am a broken man. Too many demons come for me at night. She doesn't need that shit, but still I keep driving toward my place.
“Beau.” Her hand comes down on my arm. Her voice is filled with sweetness. I bet her mouth is even sweeter.
“Yeah, dream girl?” Her touch drops too many of my walls. Has me voicing words I’ve never said aloud before. Her fingers press more into me. “Carey.”
“Dream girl?”
“Sorry. It slipped.” Her hand falls from my arm. I wish I could see her face better. She is often easy to read, and her emotions show all over her face just like Angel’s.
“A slip? Who do you call that then?” If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard a little bit of what sounded like jealousy. She lets out a small laugh that I think is forced to try to cover it up.
“You’ll stay with me tonight.” I ignore her question, not wanting to lie to her. The one I said to her last week still burns inside of me. Me pretending I didn’t know she was back home. I knew the second she stepped back into Rocky Hill. I know so much about her it would probably scare the shit out of her and send her running.
“But…” She trails off as we pull up to the gate and it swings open. “You live in a warehouse?” she asks as I pass a handful of them. This time I do pull into the garage. She doesn't wait for me. She undoes her seat belt and slips out of my truck. I open the door for her to go into the mudroom that sits at the bottom of the stairs.
Something inside of me settles as the door falls closed behind her. Knowing that she’s here in my space where she belongs puts me at ease. I lean past her and flip the lock. She tilts her head back to look up at me.
“You built it. The design your sister drew.” I nod. It was a design that Carey came up with and my sister put to life with her hands. Then I took it further. I hung on every word Carey said as she explained the idea. “Why?”
“I liked the idea.” I did, but it was something so much more than that. I think on some level I was building toward a future with her. One I didn't think I could ever have. Her plump lips part. Her eyes dilate. I know she’s not scared of me. She’s turned on. I step into her, pushing her back into the door, needing to feel her against me.
“Beau?” Her hands come to my chest. Her tongue juts out, wetting her bottom lip. That’s the final straw that breaks all of my self-control.
“You drive me crazy,” I say before I take her mouth. My hands go to her ass to lift her off her feet. She gasps for me, and I take it all. I’ve waited years for a taste of her, and I’m not going to waste another second.
6
Carey
Beau is kissing me. And this time it’s not in my dreams. His body is pressing me against the wall, and his mouth is devouring me. What the hell is going on? I should push him away. He’s been a jerk. I didn't even recognize the man when he kidnapped me from the bar tonight. But of course I don’t push him away. I’ve wanted this for so long my body won’t let me. I cling to him tighter and start to kiss him back with the same need.
As hard as every other part of Beau feels, his lips are soft. I tangle my tongue with his, following his lead. A deep groan rumbles from him. He pulls his mouth from mine and starts to kiss my neck. It feels so damn good I swear I could orgasm from this alone.
“I don’t like you,” I blurt out, but a moan follows right after it. I may have said those words, but it doesn’t stop me from taking everything he’s willing to give me in this moment.