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"And then I broke his jaw and he's in a wire now while it heals," Beau mutters. "The police are trying to decide whether or not to press charges against me."
I sit up a little, looking at him. "What? He's the one that hurt her."
"Yeah," Beau whispers with an edge of sadness. "But he didn't get there physically so the police are more interested in me given the injuries. I was kept in custody for a bit and Jax had to bail me out. He wanted to do the same thing but he's hell bent on trying to protect me now. If they press charges, I'll also lose my spot on the athletics team."
"I'm so sorry," I murmur, reaching for his hand.
We link fingers, our hands resting between us. Beau gives my hand a little squeeze.
"It was like deja vu when I met you. I wanted to beat the shit out of that fucker too, but that would definitely seal the deal for the police. Waiting for their decision is like standing on eggshells. I feel like I can't move forward with my life until I know what's happening."
I nod a little. "I can definitely see why you would be distracted. Is your sister okay?"
"Oh, yeah she's fine. She saw a therapist after the incident and has been working on processing things. She's now in a new relationship with a lovely girl who studies theatre with her. Apparently, she's sworn off men now. Her words, not mine. But she's happy and that's all that matters. But man, every time I see his face around campus, I want to rip the wire out of his jaw and break it again," Beau grimaces.
"You don't need to protect me," I mutter. "I'll be okay too."
Beau smiles, reaching for my face. "I like protecting you though."
I stare at him for a few seconds before shuffling closer. By the time I stop moving, our faces are close, our noses nearly touching.
"I like you protecting me too."
Chapter 17
Ileanforwardinan act of bravery, pressing my lips to his. He responds immediately, kissing me back.
His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him as our tongues rub against each other. I curl my leg around his thigh, letting him deepen the kiss.
Beau shifts, moving so he's on top of me, our mouths never breaking contact. His hips rock against mine, his cock growing against my inner thigh. I reach down between us, my hand rubbing him through the silky fabric.
He breaks the kiss, looking at me heatedly. "You're getting more confident."
I smile, my hand gripping him through his boxers. "It's the alcohol and adrenaline from tonight."
Beau shakes his head. "No, something has changed in you. It's good though. I like it."
His hand slides inside my pyjama shorts, stroking me through my underwear. I grip him harder, encouraging him to keep going. His fingers retract the side of my underwear, pulling them across like a curtain so his index finger teases my slit.
I tilt my head back, humming as I lift my hips towards him. Beau slides his finger through my wetness, pushing inside my entrance. He pumps it in a handful of times before pulling his finger out and trailing it up my throat towards my mouth.
"Taste yourself," he murmurs, brushing his finger against my lip.
I've never been told to do something like this before, the thought freaking me out a little. But the way he's looking at me, makes me want to obey him.
My lips part slowly allowing him to push his finger inside. I close my mouth around him as he rubs his finger on my tongue, holding my gaze.
"Good girl," he mutters.
Fucking dammit. There's that praise again.
Beau retracts his finger, throwing the blanket off us. He moves off the bed, standing up. I watch as he pushes his boxers to the ground, his cock springing out. I go to remove my own clothes but he stops me, motioning for me to go to him.
"Come here."
I scoot to the edge of the bed, looking at him expectedly. I go to reach for him, but he grabs my hand in his, tugging me forward.
"On your knees, baby."
