Page 42 of Except You

This is not a thing.

I sigh. “No fiancé. I know. I’m just kidding. I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

Beau purses his lips. “My only boyfriend, I’ll have you know.”

My heart thunders against my chest. “For real?”

I mean, I knew he was a bit of a player, but I didn’t realize he’s never been in a relationship before. I guess it makes sense though.

I can’t ever see him tied down.

“Yes, for real. You, Max Morris, are special.”

I nod and then wet my lips as I scoot closer to him. He swivels his finger, telling me without words to sit sideways. So I do as I’m told, letting him lift my legs onto his lap. I rest my head against the chain rocking the swing, my back against the wooden arm.

“Okay, I’m gonna massage you, but don’t get weird about it.”

I stare at him, and he grins as his hands slide up my thighs. His touch positively burns through the fabric of my jeans. I can feel my body start to overheat as his fingers curl between them, digging gently into the muscles of my legs.

My dick twitches slightly, and I roll my lips between my teeth to keep some semblance of control. I won’t be moaning like a whore just from him touching my legs.

“Spread them a bit more,” Beau says, and I shake my head.

“This is indecent.”

“Oh, come on, you big crybaby. There is nothing wrong with me massaging my boyfriend’s thighs.”

Except I’m not his boyfriend. My head falls back slightly as he slides his hands far too close to my junk.

“My god, you’re tense. Either that or you have very nice leg muscles. Do you do squats?”

“Of course I do squats.”

He grins at me. “I’d like to see these legs of yours, Max. They seem like a dream come true.”

“You won’t be seeing my legs,” I say and then whimper when he starts to use his thumb. Fuck, this feels so damn good. “You should be a masseur.”

“Maybe I am.”

I roll my eyes and then gasp when he hits a particularly sore spot.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, and when I feel my dick start to perk up, I quickly remove my legs from his lap and run a hand down my face.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, his mouth pulled into a frown.

“Just need to piss.”

I stalk inside and to the bathroom down the hall. Quickly, I close the door and lean against it. Well, fuck me. What the hell is going on? My balls are tingling now, whereas fifteen minutes ago, I couldn’t feel them at all. Seems that Beau massaged the feeling right back into them. And now the blood is in my cock too.

I stare down at my half-hard dick tenting my pants and sigh. This isn’t the first time Beau has elicited this reaction and it probably won’t be the last. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just that I haven’t been with anyone in a long-ass time.

Maybe I can find someone once we go home. Beau’s getting it often enough. I should too. Diego pops up in my head, and I scowl.

Seems Beau may be getting some even while he’s here.

I splash my face with water and walk out a moment later, catching Beau helping his mom and dad set up a table for the food that everyone will bring.

“Oh good. You’re here. Can you go grab a stack of chairs from the garage. We need a place for people to sit,” Pamela says.