Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
The pain surging through my heart threatened tears. I never cried, except over this guy. “If you leave, I have to go with you. If you agree to stay, I have a year and a half of law school left then we can move wherever you want. Please don’t go. Please.”
“I’ve gotta go back. I have Scott’s truck. I was in the middle of gettin' my father’s Birmingham house ready to sell when Scott encouraged me to come see you to put this part of my life behind me…”
“Scott knows?” I asked, astonished. If people were aware, why hadn’t he come sooner?
“I guess he suspected for a while. He only said anything yesterday. I went dark after leavin’ Sea Springs. I cut off contact with everyone. He was the only friend to stay in my life, and I made that damn hard for him. He surprised me when he showed up to help clean my father’s properties. He’s been a true friend. I need to return his truck. It’s the right thing to do,” Beau explained.
The continued peeks into his life were hard to digest. I rested my head back on his shoulder, adjusting until my face nestled into the crook of his neck. His cologne was nice. My lips pressed against the warm skin there. “It’s late. Leave in the morning.”
I intended to go with him. The timing wasn’t good, but if we dropped the truck off, then maybe the turn around trip might take forty-eight hours? I’ll be able to attend classes on Monday. Seemed doable. “Get up early. It’ll be a safer ride and only a few hours difference.”
A clever idea.
“I don’t know. My mom’s gotta be there with Scott by now. I figure if I can put my dad behind me, then I’ll be better able to go find a job, buy a truck, find a place to live.”
“Dallas has large corporate hubs of all the major delivery carriers. I’m sure I can get you an interview, or you can finish your undergrad here too. I’ll get you into SMU with no problem.”
“Dash…”
“No,” I said, placing my fingers on his lips. “I anticipated you’d need help when you came back. I have resources ready for you.”
“You can’t fix everything...” he mumbled because I pressed my fingers harder this time. I made sure to align my face to his so he could see how serious I was.
“I’m confident I can. Especially in this situation.” I pushed off the sofa, getting to my feet, drawing Beau reluctantly up with me. “Get some rest before you go—it sounds like you need it. My bed might be the most comfortable on the planet.” When he didn’t immediately refuse, I raised his T-shirt as high as I could reach. He did the rest as I assaulted him with my prying eyes. Damn, how did all that toned muscle get there?
My body was set alight, and my toes curled, as I thought about all the ways Beau could toss me around… Why weren’t we having sex right this minute?
I didn’t want to push too hard. With my gaze pinned to the floor, I forced myself to think of unpleasant things. War. Extremism. Poverty. Tomatoes. Sour Cream. Tomatoes mixed with sour cream… There we go. I started for my walk-in closet, tugging the sweatshirt over my head. “I have an ulterior motive. I want you to hold me and let’s talk about nothing. We used to do that so well.”
“We used to talk about everything,” Beau said, luckily not detecting my wayward thoughts. “Nothin’ was out of bounds.”
“I have athletic shorts and an extra toothbrush in the bathroom,” I called out just short of banging my head against any of the wood inside this closet. Wood. Jeez-us.
My sweatshirt hit the floor as I began to search for my athletic shorts, not an article of clothing I usually wore. The drawers opened and closed with my touch. Of course the last one held what I was looking for.
“Quite a closet. I’ve never seen anything like it.” I navigated the jeans button through the slot and lowered the zipper. My hand reached for my cock, aligning the tip to peek out from underneath the waistband of my underwear. I hoped he liked what he saw as much as I did.
“How many suits do you have?”
“A lot.” With my jeans hanging on my hips, I pivoted around to toss Beau the shorts.
He stood before me the same way except my hard-as-stone cock was met with not even a plump one in return. My tip dripped anyway. “You can dress in the bathroom. If you need anything washed, I’ll drop it in, but the earliest it’ll be ready is nine in the morning.”
Beau rolled away from the doorframe, the tight cords and muscles all worked together fluidly. My cock hardened tighter which was really pretty remarkable.