Page 76 of Except You
Mine. My Bow-tie.
My body presses against his, and my right hand slides down and grabs on to his ass, pulling his groin into mine. He moans into me again, arching his hips up, rubbing our dicks against each other, sending shocks of need through my body.
I want more of him. I want more.
I don’t ever want to stop kissing him.
Suddenly, Doggo jumps up on us, forcing us apart. He whines and bites at my wet pants, forcing a laugh out of me.
“Oh god,” I say with a huff, and Beau brings a trembling hand up to his lips.
“God is right,” he whispers, his cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen. He looks positively used. By me.
Something flares within me at the thought.
“You look really hot right now,” I admit, and Beau blushes.
“So do you. All wet and roughed up.”
I let out a small laugh, and that’s when I flinch, realizing my face has been punched to hell. “I won’t be looking so hot tomorrow.”
“Oh, baby,” Beau says, grabbing on to me and guiding me to the kitchen. He pulls out an ice pack and presses it to my swollen eye and another to my jaw. “You leave those there while I clean up.”
I reach out with my free hand and pull him against me, not wanting him to leave.
“No, stay.”
“But your floor. It’s gonna warp the vinyl.”
“Stop being so reasonable.”
He lets out a small laugh and then leans up and pecks my lips, leaving that ember of lust to flare and grow.
“We can kiss more after I clean up.” He blinks those long lashes up at me, looking unsure. “If you want.”
“I want.”
He grins. “Alright. Now listen to me, Max. You sit and relax, and I’m gonna get this taken care of.”
I move to protest, but he just glowers at me and forces me to sit down in a kitchen chair.
“No more kisses if you don’t obey.”
That commanding tone only makes my dick hard, and I shift in my seat. “Fine.”
He bites his bottom lip and then nods, his task set before him. He turns on his heel and walks out, returning with a heap of towels. He drapes one over my wet body before getting to work. And it takes everything in me not to stand and help. Because really, I can’t let him clean this mess up all on his own. This isn’t his fault. I mean, yeah, he was the one to drag the garden hose in and spray us to hell, but this is my mess. I should clean it up.
I move to stand up, but he catches me, pointing a finger to the chair and scowling at me. “Do not make me follow through.”
My mouth falls open. “Seriously?”
“Deadly. And keep those ice packs on.”
With a long sigh, I sit back down and watch him work. Doggo is trying to help but ends up making more work for him, dragging the wet towels around in his mouth and trying to pounce on Beau when he gets down on his knees. The sight before me makes a chuckle escape my lips, and Beau rolls his eyes at me.
“Laugh it up, Max, but I will be getting you back for this.”
When the floor is finally wiped up and a fan is set down to dry up the last of the moisture, Beau stands in front of me, gently peeling the ice packs from my face and reaching out his hand to mine.