Page 45 of Except You

“Yes, more. Harder,” Beau groans, his head falling forward as he arches his hips back. Diego obliges and ruts upward, their skin slapping together as hips meet ass.

I shouldn’t be watching this. I should leave, give them privacy. Let them do their thing without prying eyes, but I can’t look away. The two of them together…it’s nothing like I thought.

It’s primal, frantic.

It’s hot.

Real fucking hot.

And the fact that the sounds leaving Beau’s mouth are making me start to shake, only adds to the scene.

“Oh fuck, Diego,” Beau moans, reaching back and grabbing his ass, almost showing him the pace that he wants, how much he wants it. But Diego is in his own world, his face buried in Beau’s neck as he thrusts his hips over and over, taking what he wants.

And I stand and watch it all—watch and listen to the whimpers and moans fall from Beau’s mouth. He looks good, so fucking beautiful in this moment. I can see why men proposition him.

I can’t say I wouldn’t want this with him after seeing this.

He’s captivating.

His hand falls to his cock, and I watch as he frantically pumps his dick, and I swallow roughly, the click of my throat resonating around me. But no one can hear me. They’re far too loud and the horses are sniffing loudly, covering up any sounds I make.

Suddenly, his body starts to tremble as his orgasm hits, and I watch Diego start to lose control. It’s then that I finally move away, slinking out the barn door toward the house.

Silently, I walk into the house through the back door and to his room, falling onto the bed, my groan muffled by the pillow.

My dick is hard. Really fucking hard.

And I don’t know what to do about it.

“Max, you awake?” Beau whispers into the dark. I don’t move a muscle, keeping my breathing even. I don’t know if I can face him right now. I don’t know how to deal with this revelation.

My dick is still hard and pressed against the mattress, my face buried in the pillow. Minutes ago, I was softly humping the bed, trying to tame the unruly boner in my boxers, until I heard the door creak open and Beau tiptoe in.

Then I went completely still and pretended to be asleep.

I really shouldn’t be in the same bed as him. And I realize this far too late when I feel him slide in under the covers right next to me. The bare skin of his leg brushes against mine, and I realize with a thundering heart that I’m under the covers with him.

I hold my breath, only succeeding in inhaling his freshly showered scent.

Fuck. Me.

I’m not gay, but I’m sure as hell having a strong reaction to seeing him get railed. It shifted something inside of me, and I don’t know how to deal with it.

Just like everything that’s happened since meeting him. I’m so damn confused.

Confused that as much as I liked watching it, I hated it too. I don’t like it when Beau is with someone else. It’s irrational and silly, but I can’t help it.

In so many ways, Beau feels like mine.

I hear Beau sigh next to me as he wiggles closer and closer, until he’s pressed up against me. I’m surprised he came here after the barn. I half-expected him to spend the night with Diego. But then again, I’m not sure Beau stays anywhere for very long.

Unless it’s with me.

I knock that thought from my head and shift my legs, letting them brush against his. They’re soft, almost hairless. Such a contrast to my own. He shifts and wiggles even closer. He’s practically on top of me, his scent almost overwhelming.

I can’t fucking breathe. I can’t even think.

All my blood is in my dick.