“You noticed something too, huh?”
“Yes, but she was cagey.”
“So was he.”
“So you don’t know what’s happened?”
“Not a clue. He hardly spoke a word the whole time I was with him.” I lick her skin, bite at her flesh, kiss her throat, and she writhes beneath me, sighing.
“So you didn’t discuss the fact that you both killed the wrong man?”
I smile into her skin before pulling out. “Actually,youkilled the wrong man.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I was getting fed up with you two toddlers arguing about who was going to get the honor and pull the trigger.”
“Us two toddlers?” I ask, subtly laying my arm over hers above her head, effectively trapping them. She stiffens everywhere, which means her internal muscles squeeze my softening dick. It’s a fight to resist recharging and going again. “You want to recant that?” I walk my fingers down to her ribs, my look expectant, and she’s laughing before I even start tickling her. The sight is nothing short of perfection.
“Nope,” she says, and suddenly she’s moving. So fast, I don’t have a moment to consider what the fuck is happening andhowthe fuck it’s happening. I land on my back with a thud and Beau is straddling me. I look around, seeing I’m on the floor. “Do you submit?” she asks, making me grin, my mind invaded with a million flashbacks of the very first time I had her pinned to a floor.
“Never,” I breathe.
“Good.” She slams her lips on mine and kisses the daylights out of me, her tongue violent in its swirls, her mouth insatiable. This.Fuck... me.I once told Beau I was scared ofus. Terrified. And I still am, because loving this hard, loving this intensely, has got to be dangerous.
I roll us, going at her with equal ferocity, fisting her hair, our mouths mad and clumsy.
I hiss. “Fuck.”
Beau pulls away sharply, panting. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say through gritted teeth, pain searing me. I go back to her mouth, but she turns her head, denying me.
“I’m fine.”
“Sure, Rambo,” she mutters, forcing my torso up and looking at the dressing on my shoulder. “It’s wet.” Unimpressed eyes land on me. “Why didn’t you put a waterproof dressing on it?”
“Salt water will do it good.” My chin hits my chest as I peek down, and Beau starts picking at the edge and peeling away the soggy dressing. She reveals a tidy round wound. Doc did a good job. I pluck the bandage from her fingers, toss it aside, and get us back to business, claiming her mouth again, ready to reload and go again.
“James? Beau?”
I withdraw, startled. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” she asks, trying to pull me back onto her mouth. Of course, I oblige, kissing her again, but my ears are listening. Yet all I can hear are Beau’s indulgent moans.
Bang!
The sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall makes me jump and Beau squeal.
“Oh, shit,” Brad says, as I look over my shoulder, finding him standing in the doorway. “Sorry.” But he doesn’t move, just fucking stands there like a plum, while I ensure every part of me is covering every part of Beau. “Nice ass.”
“You better be talking about mine,” I warn, trying to gage exactly what of Beau’s is on display. She laughs, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I drag down a sheet from the bed and work on covering her. “I hope for your sake this is an emergency, Brad.” I fight back the blood flowing into my dick and leave Beau with all the covers, standing, bollock naked. Brad’s eyes fall to my semi-erect cock, and I lay a hand over it protectively as I walk across to the chair, grabbing some boxers.
“Itisan emergency.” He turns and leaves the room. “Something’s wrong with Danny.”
My head drops back, my face pained, part discomfort—my dick aching—part exasperation. I yank on my boxers and go to Beau, pulling her up from the floor and kissing her hard on the lips. “Get a shower.”
“No, thanks.” She slips past me, tucking the sheet in. “I want to know what’s up with Danny too.”
I’d like to tell everyone that he’s simply got a bastard hangover, that they’re all worrying over nothing, but I know as well as anyone that there’s more to it. I follow and find Beau pouring juice out of the blender into glasses. Her mobile rings, and she looks at the screen. I see a shift in her stance.