Page 117 of Except You
Without warning, he comes first, my fist wrapped around him, before I unload into his ass a second later. The way his hole strangles my dick is always too much. And it never gets old.
With a content sigh, he collapses on me, our bodies still connected.
“It’s always so good,” Beau says softly, kissing me gently. “Never stops being hot as fuck.”
“Better not get boring,” I say as I hold him against me, his mess smeared between us. Neither of us cares about this. It’s not the first time we’ve just laid in bed for hours, dried cum on our skin. That was basically us the entire weekend in San Diego. We were just messy. Those poor housekeepers.
“Just a couple more days and we see your brother. You nervous?” Beau asks, his gaze serious as he watches me.
I roll my lips between my teeth and pull him to my side, my cock slipping from him as I do.
“Yeah, Bow-tie. I am. I’m worried I’m going to fuck it up, say the wrong thing. I’m worried I’ll walk on eggshells the entire time.”
“Oh baby, no. None of that will happen,” Beau tells me, and my heart gallops at this term of endearment. I love it. Love it so damn much.
Love him too.
Never been in love before but this is what I feel. I know it. Obsessive, needy love.
I need him just as much as he needs me.
“I can’t believe I’m moved in,” Beau says.
“I can. And I’m fucking happy.”
“I can’t believe we’re boyfriends. Oh my god. I need to tell my parents!”
He sits up quickly, and I watch as he fumbles with his phone. “I can’t believe I didn’t tell them.”
“It’s okay, Bow-tie. I mean, we were boyfriends when we visited them.”
“Oh shit, you’re right. We were fiancés.”
I swallow and wet my lips. “I mean, we could be that, if you want.”
“Stop joking,” he says, but I’m not. I’m not kidding. I’m deadly serious. I don’t say that though. I don’t want to come across as insane.
“I’ll just tell my parents I moved in and then tell my sisters about us being official. They’ll want to know and will be so upset if I don’t give them the heads up.”
I push myself up and pull him into me as he taps out a few messages, reacting with a laugh when responses pile in.
“My sisters want to meet you in person. Apparently, my parents raved. Oh my god, Birdie is calling. Jesus. I’m so sorry.”
He swipes at the phone and a woman who looks a lot like Beau appears on the screen. Her blonde hair is pulled up on top of her head and her glasses are slightly crooked on her face.
“Oh my god. I don’t want to see your face, Beau! I want to see his!” Birdie laughs and then blinks when Beau angles the phone so I’m on the screen. Her squeal makes me wince slightly.
“Oh my god, bro. He’s so hot. Hold on. I need to screenshot this for Bella. She’s gonna shit her pants. Our parents’ lame pictures didn’t do him justice. They were all grainy and blurry. I think Dad took one from a bush like a creeper. There were leaves and everything in the frame.”
“Jesus,” Beau says with an embarrassed laugh. “Stop it. He did not.”
“Oh, he did. Promise. Okay, I sent it. Hell, when Bella sees this during her break, she’s going to die. Just faint outright.” She grins maniacally and then says, “Hi, Max. I’m Birdie. Beau’s beautiful and very accomplished older sister.”
Beau rolls his eyes, and I smile at her, making her sigh loudly. “Oh, fuck me, when you decided to get your first boyfriend you really went hard, didn’t you, Beau?”
He preens. “I did. And I won the lottery.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I interject, and Birdie sighs once more.