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I wonder how he felt when Winston came up to me. The thought has me chuckling since I’m sure he conjured something up that was completely false. Even if he doesn’t look it — with his neatly shaven face and hair, panty-melting smile, and perfectly structured jaw that would make any woman fall to her feet — Winston is one of the gayest people I’ve ever met, but he happily agreed to act like he wasn’t tonight.
My main goal was to see if Beau got jealous enough to make a move on me right then and there, which was stupid since my father was standing feet away with his eyes on me all night. But, still, I wanted Beau to keep Winston from dancing with me, and I was let down when he watched us walk off together.
As Winston and I were dancing though, he told me the jealousy was there and not to give up hope. He’s just about the only friend in my life that knows about the major crush I’ve had on Beau and the only one that will ever know. As if conjuring him up, Winston texts me with a winky face that has me chuckling with a shake of my head.
I have no doubt that his mind is running wild with dirty thoughts, especially after watching Beau lead me away from the party, but I’ll have to burst his bubble in the morning. Right now though? Nothing sounds better than sitting in a hot bubble bath, letting the ache in my muscles get soaked away.
When I get out, I wrap a robe around my waist and tie it in a knot. The knots in my neck and shoulders that were there before I got in the bath are already easing away and I groan in relief when I lie back onto my mattress. If there’s one thing money can get you, it’s an amazing bed. Most people don’t think a mattress matters, but once you find the best one, they’ll realize how wrong they were.
I find the remote for the bed on my nightstand and start the massaging mechanism built into it. My mouth parts open as it digs into my back, then I bend my legs and bring my feet up so they’re flat on the mattress, benefiting from the massaging mattress beneath them. I moan loudly at the sensations flooding my body. Nothing sounds better right now than a good foot rub, and that brings on a dirty thought of Beau doing it for me.
Would he be able to only rub my foot, or would he be tempted to trek his hand elsewhere?
I can imagine it now. He’d dig his hands into the base of my foot before he gradually moves them further up my legs. When he’d get to the bottom of my panties, I’d lift myself up for him to pull them off me, but instead, he’d rip them off.
I’m not sure what it is about ripping clothes off that has me needy, but the idea of him being so consumed by the moment that he wouldn’t be able to wait the few extra seconds to get me naked just does it for me.
He’d continue touching the rest of my body, slowly moving up until his fingers found my taught nipples, and I’m sure he’d pinch them. I’d arch my back into him, begging him for more, and he’d throw my shirt over my head and onto the floor. Completely exposing myself to him.
I trail my fingers down my stomach, until I push them through the opening of the robe, and brush them through my wet heat. Just the touch has me gasping, and I slowly move my finger in a circle over my clit.
This would be so much better if Beau were doing it himself, but this will have to do for now. I rock my hips into my hand, begging for a rhythm that I know won’t come for me, but my legs are shaking as if it’s enough.
Who am I kidding? The only reason it’s doing anything for me right now is because I can’t stop imagining Beau doing everything to my body. The idea of his tongue circling my nipples, while he replaces my hand with his has my entire body shaking. I push a finger into my entrance and imagine Beau’s thick digit instead, the movement pushing my release further to the edge.
All it takes is a few pumps before I’m screaming Beau’s name into the empty room. When I open my eyes and glance over to my open window, I cover my face with my hands.
I hope he didn’t just hear me get off with the thought of him, that would be even more embarrassing. That orgasm took a lot out of me, and I let out a big yawn before curling under the blankets. If thinking about him leaves me tired, I can’t imagine what the moment with him would be like.
Perfectly exhausted. That’s what.
Maybe this won’t go the wrong way.
Yeah, right.
Nothing good can come of this thing between Beau and I, not when my dad is involved. I sigh into the mattress, wanting to think about how to navigate this, but entirely too tired to do so. Here’s to hoping Beau will have a better idea of what to do in the morning than I do.
There’s nothing but bright green eyes in my dreams as I fall asleep, just like it’s been all these years. Exactly as it will always be. It may have felt right, his lips pressed against mine, but why does it feel like I’m going to get my heart broken?
Chapter Six
Beau
IthoughtifIhad woken up this morning, the fog that invaded my mind last night would be lifted away, but it only seemed to worsen when I stepped out of the guesthouse. Piper’s climbing onto one of her horses, her mind so focused on the task at hand that she doesn’t see me approach the tree just beyond the fenced area. The reins are clutched tightly in her hand.
My eyes follow her as she sits on her horse’s back and moves her body along with it. The blood in my veins rushes straight to my dick, leaving a bulge at the front of my pants that I have no doubt she would notice if she were looking at me. But her gaze has yet to land on mine this entire time, which means luck is on my side this morning. I’m sure that won’t last long though.
A fantasy forms in the back of mind, threatening to blur the real image in front of me, and it features Piper with her legs straddling me before sinking down onto my length. I groan at the image, knowing that she’d take me so well, but I will my brain to go back to the present. The last thing I need to do right now is imagine my best friend’s daughter, a girl I watched grow up, taking me with everything she has.
When my vision clears of the fantasy, Piper is already lifting off the horse and walking out of the fenced area with her shoulders curled up tightly. There’s a frown on her face as her phone rings, echoing through the field, and she groans at the sound of it. Clearly, someone doesn’t like being bothered.
“Yeah?” She says, then shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “Sorry,” she says, “What do you need?”
I twist my body to follow her movements and she rubs at the space between her eyes. “Seriously?” Then she nods and quickens her steps to the front of the main house. “I’ll be there soon. Let me just clean up after my horse ride and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” As soon as she lets the door slam shut behind her, I move away from the tree and head towards the back of the house.
If there’s one thing that can take my mind away from the dirty thoughts of Piper, it’s work. What the hell was I thinking when I took on this job? I shake my head and berate myself.You weren’t thinking, Beau.
I walk over to the tools scattered around my workbench and get started on the wood that needs to be cut. It doesn’t take long for the exertion of the manual labor to have my back covered with sweat, so I take off my shirt and throw it over a toolbox in the corner.
