Somehow, I slept through her sneaking out this morning to go help her brother prepare. The two of them must have worn me out last night. Can’t say I mind.
With a sudden burst of energy, Beau pops upright in bed. “Stas in a swimsuit. Oh,hellyes.”
“That’s the motivation you needed?”
“One hundred percent. Can you imagine it?”
“You don’t think I’ve been looking at her for years?”
“Liam.” Beau’s excitement falters, prodding at something uncomfortable in my chest.
Where I was irritated by the interruption of my phone previously, I’m grateful for it now, saving me from having to delve into a conversation about my pathetic lack of self-worth and how it’s kept me from pursuing anything serious with anyone. Including him.
The shit you learn about yourself in your thirties.
I snort at Hail’s unhinged text message.
Try and bail on our party, Liam. I’ll hunt you down.
My amusement is cut short when Beau steps out of bed and stumbles into the nightstand, barely catching himself from falling to the floor.
Eyes snapping to him, I ask, “You good?”
He rubs a hand to his forehead. “Yeah. Must have stood up too fast.”
I don’t return to my text until Beau makes it to my closet safely with no more signs of unstable movements. Should I have fed him more last night? Should I have taken it easier on him when I was fucking him?
Beau struts back out in one of my sleeveless black band tees and a pair of striped swim trunks we bought him at the store after work last night. He’s got his hat on backwards, that little patch of overgrown white hair popping out over the snaps.
My concern for him recedes when he flashes me a dimpled smile and turns to wiggle his ass at me. “Could have been yours this morning. Too late now. Apparently, we have a pool party to get to.”
I lurch out of bed, rushing to get my arms around him. I knock his hat off and delve a hand into his wild fluff of hair, gripping it hard enough to pull him into a kiss.
“No more teasing,” I say against his mouth, then I push him away before I lose control and dick him down so hard he walks funny the rest of the weekend.
Snatching his hat off the floor and holding it out to him, I say, “Thought you were ready to go?”
Eyes glittering, Beau grabs his hat. “I swear I’m gonna be rocking a boner all day.”
We move to the kitchen and fill up a newly purchased cooler with a mixture of Coke, fruity seltzers, and beer.
Somehow, the simple act of preparing for a lazy day under the sun has me questioning if this is what normal feels like. I thought I wanted silence when I retired from music. Turns out it was a lie I force fed myself during the unpredictable years of my life.
I end up doing more staring than helping as Beau tears open bags of ice and dumps them into the cooler. He glances up at me with a frown. “Ohno. You had your opportunity. And we agreed no touching during the party.”
Probably should have fucked him this morning for good measure. If only I’d woken up earlier...
We’d discussed our arrangement last night while tangled up in each other in my bed. Stas isn’t ready to go public with this. I don’t blame her. I’m not sure I’m ready either. I don’t want outside influence or my shit reputation to taint us before we’ve had a chance to solidify a foundation.
Leaning down, I kiss him slowly. “Doesn’t mean we can’t flirt. Let’s go, trouble.”
As I speed toward Hail’s house in my Pantera, Beau asks, “Are wethatlate?”
“No. Why?”
“Your driving. It’s…a lot.”
“I like to go fast.”
