“Dallas has large corporate hubs of all the major delivery carriers. I’m sure I can get you an interview, or you can finish your undergrad here too. I’ll get you into SMU with no problem.”
“Dash…”
“No,” I said, placing my fingers on his lips. “I anticipated you’d need help when you came back. I have resources ready for you.”
“You can’t fix everything...” he mumbled because I pressed my fingers harder this time. I made sure to align my face to his so he could see how serious I was.
“I’m confident I can. Especially in this situation.” I pushed off the sofa, getting to my feet, drawing Beau reluctantly up with me. “Get some rest before you go—it sounds like you need it. My bed might be the most comfortable on the planet.” When he didn’t immediately refuse, I raised his T-shirt as high as I could reach. He did the rest as I assaulted him with my prying eyes. Damn, how did all that toned muscle get there?
My body was set alight, and my toes curled, as I thought about all the ways Beau could toss me around… Why weren’t we having sex right this minute?
I didn’t want to push too hard. With my gaze pinned to the floor, I forced myself to think of unpleasant things. War. Extremism. Poverty. Tomatoes. Sour Cream. Tomatoes mixed with sour cream… There we go. I started for my walk-in closet, tugging the sweatshirt over my head. “I have an ulterior motive. I want you to hold me and let’s talk about nothing. We used to do that so well.”
“We used to talk about everything,” Beau said, luckily not detecting my wayward thoughts. “Nothin’ was out of bounds.”
“I have athletic shorts and an extra toothbrush in the bathroom,” I called out just short of banging my head against any of the wood inside this closet. Wood. Jeez-us.
My sweatshirt hit the floor as I began to search for my athletic shorts, not an article of clothing I usually wore. The drawers opened and closed with my touch. Of course the last one held what I was looking for.
“Quite a closet. I’ve never seen anything like it.” I navigated the jeans button through the slot and lowered the zipper. My hand reached for my cock, aligning the tip to peek out from underneath the waistband of my underwear. I hoped he liked what he saw as much as I did.
“How many suits do you have?”
“A lot.” With my jeans hanging on my hips, I pivoted around to toss Beau the shorts.
He stood before me the same way except my hard-as-stone cock was met with not even a plump one in return. My tip dripped anyway. “You can dress in the bathroom. If you need anything washed, I’ll drop it in, but the earliest it’ll be ready is nine in the morning.”
Beau rolled away from the doorframe, the tight cords and muscles all worked together fluidly. My cock hardened tighter which was really pretty remarkable.
“I’m not sure I agreed to all this,” he murmured, leaving me standing there. I watched his jean-covered ass pop with each step he took. That bubble butt was perfect. He had a slight bow between his thighs.
I went to the closet’s entrance and watched until the bathroom door shut behind him. No question, we’d be versatile as soon as I could get us there. I wanted to know what it felt like to be inside him.
My bottom lip slipped between my teeth. I bit down harder than necessary.
Get a hold of yourself. You have a long way to go.
From the moment I settled into the most comfortable bed I’d ever laid on—even better than Dash’s hotel room mattress from years ago—my worries melted away. The instant feeling of relaxation had me digging in to find the exact right spot. Ah, yeah, there it was. The resulting yawn proved the point.
The years of watching my own back had apparently worn me out more than I’d realized. I nibbled at the skin on my lower lip while admiring the intricate patterns of the ceiling tiles. Slowly spinning ceiling fans turned on the opposite sides of the room.
Was this what heaven felt like?
I allowed the notion of finally belonging somewhere—at least for the night—to soak in. I relaxed my muscles, crossed my ankles, and stretched my body from the tip of my toes to the top of my shoulders. I didn’t seek the bedspread. I was better than good enough.
Soft, muted overhead lights glowed around the seam of the ceiling and the base of the mounted fans. In the background, instrumental music played quietly. Dash lived a good life.
How I’d managed to get this far into the night was still very questionable, especially since I intended to be en route to Alabama eight hours ago. Nevertheless, I’d cherish this memory, just like all the rest.
Perhaps the universe had guided me on this path of reconciliation to propel me into the future in a healthy way. I was tying up my loose ends.
Dash climbed on the mattress from the other side. His muscular chest and toned arms led to a nicely defined belly, sweet treasure trail, and a solid erection outlined in the material of his shorts. He made no effort to try to hide it.
“I’m sorry. I’m too attracted to you. It’ll always be like this when we’re together,” Dash confessed, maybe due to how intently I stared at said erection. Despite being caught with my eye on the prize, I watched with interest as he used his palm to adjust his cock as he settled in beside me.
“I feel the same way,” I admitted, lifting an arm as he nestled against me. He fit perfectly at my side as if that was exactly where he was meant to be.
My feather-light touches along Dash’s arm soothed me. He rested his head in the space between my shoulder and bicep. Dash’s bark of laughter coaxed me to look at him, prompting me to draw my free arm underneath my head to help hold it up. “What?”
