“Beau!” I scream his name as the second orgasm hits me. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my clit. “I can’t—" I try to get the words out as the orgasm keeps going. I think I feel a small pinch of pain, but all I can concentrate on is the pleasure that is consuming me. It leaves me a boneless mess in the middle of my bed.
I try to catch my breath, my eyes fluttering open when Beau shifts to stand beside the bed. He pulls his hand out from the inside of his jeans. Oh my. Was he touching himself?
“Don’t look at me like that right now, baby, or I’m going to be inside of you before you can take your next breath. I already took it too far.” Before I can respond, he turns and walks into my bathroom. I sit up in the bed. I hear the water come on. Beau comes back out a moment later. His jeans are now zipped, and he’s holding a small towel in his hand.
He already went too far? What the heck does that mean? I was about to let him go all the way. I didn't need to be a freaking twenty-one-year-old virgin anymore. Plus, he is the one I’ve been saving myself for.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” I do as he asks even though I feel a bit shy now that we are not in the heat of the moment. He brings the towel between my legs. I try and quickly close them, but he stops me. “Let me take care of you.” My legs instantly fall back open. The tenderness of his voice catches me off guard.
I stare at him. Why does he look so angry?
Feeling vulnerable, I quickly get my clothes back on. Why do I feel the need to cry right now? He snags me around the waist from behind, halting my movements. He presses my body into his, wrapping his arms around me.
“I’m sorry.” He kisses my neck.
“Sorry?” I grit out. He’s not the only person that can get angry.
“Yes. I lost control. I should have made it more special for you.”
“Beau.” I relax into him, finally understanding.
“You said you didn’t like me.” He turns me in his arms. “I get it.” I wish I could take those words back. I shouldn’t have said them. I was so in my head last night trying to keep a wall up between us. I still am. At least I think I am. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me. I’ll be better.”
His words leave me speechless. Each time he puts himself out there, he knocks a little more of that wall down. Little does Beau know I’m already in love with him, and after today, I think I might have fallen a little more.
11
Beau
This is torture. I stand at the front of the venue not listening to a damn word anyone is saying. All my focus is trained on Carey, who is standing next to my sister as they discuss how this is going to go down. The wedding party is small. I’m the best man for Logan, and Carey is obviously the maid of honor for Angel.
“You’re staring,” Logan says from beside me.
“Fuck off.”
“I thought I was going to get a you’re welcome.” He pretends to fix his tie. God, he can be a cocky asshole sometimes. “Your secret is safe with me, but the way you’re staring at her everyone is going to know soon enough.” He’s right. “I mean, you already started before but—” I give him a hard elbow that I know will take the air out of his lungs.
“I know where to hit too.” He hits me with one right back. “I’m not just a pretty face.”
I let out a chuckle, drawing Carey’s eyes to me for a moment but she quickly turns them away, keeping up this game she’s playing. The one of not wanting anyone to know what’s going on between us. I was against this idea, but she insisted on us waiting to tell everyone until after my sister’s wedding. Even though I hate the idea, I have to admit it made me love her even more for being such a good friend to my sister.
We’ve already failed at our attempt at hiding it before we knew it. Mom already knows and so does Logan. I’m guessing that means Dad does as well. Angel is the only one that seems to be out of the loop at this point. I’m not sure how she’s going to take it, to be honest. I know she’ll be happy as long as we’re happy, but it doesn't mean she won’t worry. As much as I don’t want to do this, I think Carey might be right.
“Angel didn't ask about me dragging Carey out of the bar last night?”