Friday, July 20, 2018
Current day
Ethan Walker
“So, I was thinkin’…”
Ah, hell.
Perched on the arm of the couch, I glanced over at the stairs, willing my husband to stop while he was ahead. I knew what was coming before Beau even finished that statement, and now was not the time for—
“Maybe we could skip dinner,” Beau continued, the deep cadence of his voice echoing off the walls as he made his way down the stairs. “And I could just lay you out on the kitchen table and feast on you tonight.”
Every inch of skin from my chest to the tips of my ears flamed hot.
Well, technically, my entire body turned into a giant inferno before Beau rounded the landing and started down the second set of steps because, as was the way my life went, I wasn’t the only one to have heard my husband’s sexy proposition.
Not by a long shot.
While my life was a twelve on a scale of one to ten these days, it did seem that karma or fate or whatever the hell you wanted to call it was hell-bent on ensuring I suffered as much embarrassment as physically possible. As though life couldn’t be copacetic without a routine dose of mortification.
Today’s dose was a little more humiliating than others.
I swallowed hard and stared at Beau, silently wishing the floor would open up and suck me down. The man I loved more than life was sans shirt, shoes, and socks, wearing only a pair of well-worn blue jeans and a sexy smile.
It could’ve been worse. Maybe. At least Beau was wearing something.
The chuckle that sounded from my sister-in-law said our guests were still there and they’d gotten more than an earful.
“Oh, shit.” Beau’s dark brown eyes widened as he came to a stop on the last step, his shocked gaze bouncing from one face to another.
“Hey, babe,” I said tersely, trying to shrug off the embarrassment of having my husband proposition me while our company witnessed it firsthand. “Guess who’s here?” As though Beau couldn’t see with his own eyes, I announced, “Travis, Kylie, Gage, and V.”
“And Zane,” my youngest brother declared as he stepped out from the hallway. “I heard it, too.”
Fucking yeah.
Beau didn’t move, his gaze still darting from one person to the next. “Good to see you guys.”
Good wasn’t quite the word I was thinking.
Figuring what the hell, I risked a glance at our guests. Just as I thought, Travis was smirking, Kylie’s cheeks had turned a rosy pink, Gage was smiling, V was pretending she wasn’t there, and Zane was grinning like a loon.
The fucker.
“We were gonna suggest y’all join us at the diner,” Gage said after clearing his throat, his grin far too wide.
Zane—ever helpful—added, “But it sounds to me like you’ve already got plans. You know, with the table and all.”
I coughed to cover a strained laugh. I wasn’t sure why I was laughing. Probably because I was seconds away from Forrest Gump-ing it out of the house. Once I made it past the porch, I’d be home free. Maybe if I ran long enough, one day they’d all forget this ever happened.
I peered up at Travis, then shot a look in Zane’s direction.
Nope. I couldn’t get that lucky. My brothers would never forget—ever, ever, ever—so I might as well save the time and energy.
“Lorrie and Curtis offered to watch the babies tonight,” Kylie explained. “So we thought we’d get outta the house for a bit. We stopped by to see if y’all wanted to join us.”
“Clearly, you two were thinkin’ about stayin’ in,” Travis offered, his deep voice ringing with mirth.
I locked my eyes on Beau, refusing to look at my oldest brother again. I did not want to see any more amusement on the man’s face.
“Well, I think that’s our cue to go,” V said sweetly, grabbing Zane’s hand. “Come on, babe.”
Zane glanced at me and smirked.
Fuck.
“Oh, but Ethan,” Gage stated, grinning as he turned toward the door, “you might wanna reinforce that table before … you know.”
I discreetly flipped my brother-in-law off by rubbing the bridge of my nose with my middle finger.
Gage laughed.
“Come on, y’all,” Travis said, pushing off the wall and taking his wife’s hand. “Maybe we’ll see if Sawyer and Kennedy wanna grab a bite.”
“We’ll go,” Beau added, his tone reluctant. He clearly didn’t want to go.
“Oh, no,” Gage said dramatically. “I suggest you stay here and do exactly what you were plannin’.”
Zane’s head appeared in the doorway. “Far more interesting than a burger and fries.”
My gaze shot to my husband’s, noticing the cocky grin that formed on Beau’s mouth.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
I blushed.
Again.
My husband liked to do that to me. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past Beau to have known that Travis and Zane, as well as their significant others, were here before he made that raunchy request.
“Talk to ya later,” Travis added on his way out the door. “And reinforce that table, E. Gage is right. Safety’s key.”
My brother offered a backhanded wave over my head as he shifted his other hand behind Kylie’s back and urged her out of the house and down the porch steps.
I didn’t hesitate before shutting the door.
Fucking hell.
As soon as we were alone, I spun around to face Beau. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Who me?” He was a picture of innocence, which made me laugh. There wasn’t a damn thing virtuous about my barely dressed husband.
“Asshole,” I grumbled, but I couldn’t stop the grin from pulling at the corners of my mouth.
Beau approached me, wrapping his big arms around me and jerking me closer. “But you love me. Asshole and all.”
I choked on a laugh. “Literally,” I agreed.
“I know what’ll make you love me more,” Beau whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips along my jaw. “You know when I do that thing … with my tongue?”
I moaned, tilting my head and offering Beau better access as his lips caressed my neck. I stumbled a couple of steps until my back was against the wood door. The man’s mouth alone made my fucking knees weak.
“Yeah. You know what I’m talkin’ about,” Beau mumbled against my skin.
We might’ve been married for four and a half years now, but I had to admit, the honeymoon still wasn’t over for us. In fact, if I had my way, the honeymoon would never be over.
The ridiculously attractive man who was my husband reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, then slowly lowered the zipper as he kissed and licked my neck.
I placed my hand on Beau’s, halting his movements. “What do you think you’re doin’?”
His smile could be felt against my neck. “Makin’ it up to you.”
“Making what up?”
“My little blunder.” Beau’s breath fanned my neck. “I’m thinkin’ I can make you forget all about it by usin’ my wicked oral skills on your cock as a distraction.”
Well, hell. Who could say no to that?
“Right now. Right here.” Beau’s words rasped against my ear as he worked my T-shirt up my torso, then over my head. “My mouth wrapped around your cock.”
“That’s a good start.” A groan escaped as Beau stroked my dick slowly, leisurely.
“Is that what you need?”
“Oh, yeah.” I would never turn down a blow job from Beau. “Put your mouth on me.”
Beau pushed my jeans down my hips, freeing my cock. When his big hand fisted my shaft again, it was difficult not to get lost in the sensation. The man knew every single one of my buttons. He even knew just how hard to press them to make my head spin.
“You know I could do this all day, every day.” His dark eyes were full of heat as he lowered himself to his knees.
I planted my palms against the door behind me, my gaze dropping to his face as warmth enveloped my cock. I shuddered as the pleasure radiated through me. It didn’t matter where we were, whenever Beau turned his full attention on me, I knew I was a goner. Resistance was futile.
Not that I had any intention of resisting. That desire had died a long time ago, back when I had given in to Beau’s persistence in the beginning. Back when the man currently on his knees before me had insisted I give in and take what was being offered.
Sliding one hand into Beau’s thick blond hair, I tugged him closer, then pushed him back. I repeated the motion, getting lost in the glorious suction of my husband’s mouth.
“Love your mouth,” I moaned. “So fuckin’ much.”
“Well, you’re in luck.” Beau pulled back and licked me from root to tip. “Because my mouth loves your cock.”
“Your mouth loves all of me,” I said on a groan.
“True. Every delicious inch.”
My husband knew that saying shit like that would send me racing to the edge. It always worked.
“Suck me.” I tightened my grip on his hair. “All of me.”
Beau opened his mouth wide and I took the offer that was given to me. I pushed my hips forward, driving my rock-hard cock deep into his throat before retreating slowly, watching as my shaft slid over his lips. He had perfect lips. Hell, he had perfect everything.
I reached down and cupped Beau’s head with both hands, then began fucking his mouth hard and deep. The wet rasp of his tongue caused a tremor to shoot down my spine. Pumping my hips forward and back, I rode the waves of pleasure that crashed into me.
Beau gripped my thighs and took every punishing thrust until my orgasm was barreling down on me, making me gasp and moan.
“I’m gonna come down your throat,” I warned.
His only response was a growl of encouragement.
“Fuck, baby.” I inhaled sharply, succumbing to the pleasure as my cock pulsed in his mouth. “Fuck, yes. Beau … baby … I’m comin’.”
Beau sucked hard, and I melted back against the door as my knees threatened to give out, my climax slamming into me, stealing my strength.
I shuddered, weak from the all-consuming pleasure. “I don’t know how you do that.” I attempted to draw air into my lungs. “Every fuckin’ time.”
“The secret…” Beau got to his feet and successfully crushed me between his big body and the door, “is in the fact that I love doin’ it.”
“What? Embarrassing me?”
Beau’s grin was wicked and contrite at the same time, but his eyes glowed with the love I was so familiar with. “No. Suckin’ your cock.”
I jerked his head down and fused our lips together, holding him tightly as I plundered his mouth.
“I would return the favor”—I nipped Beau’s bottom lip—“but I think you deserve to suffer for a little while.”
He leaned his forehead against mine and grinned. “You know I love when you make me wait.”
That he did. While I was all about instant gratification, Beau did enjoy it when I tortured him, giving him something to look forward to.
“I love you, E,” Beau said, his lips brushing mine.
“Love you, too.” I chuckled. “Even if you do insist on embarrassing me in front of my brothers.”
“Me?” He pulled back, his dark brown eyes twinkling. “Not me.”
Uh-huh.
Four years or forty, I knew without a doubt that I would never get enough of this man.
Never.
