Page 64 of Brush Strokes


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Cal grins, accepting the keys to our rental car. “It’s rather nice here in the summer,” he remarks as he loads our bags into the trunk of the small hybrid SUV. His camera equipment alone takes up half the trunk space.

It’s normally a three-hour drive to Cal’s hometown from the Dublin airport, but it takes us an hour longer due to a few pit stops. We stop for some much-needed coffee, and take a few breaks to take in the scenery. Beth is completely enamored with the Irish countryside, and we make frequent stops so she can take pictures of sights that she wants to paint later.

“It’s so green,” she muses, and I watch the way she looks at Cal’s eyes. I have no doubt that she’s creating a masterpiece in her mind, mixing the colors she needs to recreate the world around her in the colors that remind her of the people she loves the most.

The moment I knew she really loves me was the day Cal and I went to her apartment to steal some of her art to display at the gallery opening. I saw myself everywhere, even in the less obvious pieces where she infused gold flakes into a swirling brown, gold, and amber vortex.

The drive goes by fast, the conversation never waning. Beth asks Cal about what it was like growing up in two countries, and we tell stories about our childhood antics. Cal accidentally lets slip that he wants us to accompany him to photograph some local waterfalls, which is how he’s getting away with this three-day stop. There happens to be a rather famous waterfallin the county his parents live in, and he’ll be taking us there tomorrow so he can shoot it. Beth is practically vibrating with excitement.

Beth starts squirming and her mood noticeably changes when we pull into the village. Cal has to reach over the center console to lay a hand on her knee to stop it from bouncing. She threads her fingers through his and holds his hand, giving him a pained-looking smile.

“What are you so tense about?” I ask her, reaching around her seat to squeeze her tight shoulders.

“It’s just…” She sighs, looking over at Cal. “What are your parents going to think of me?” She looks like she might be sick at any moment.

He brings their hands to his mouth and kisses her knuckles. “They’re going to love you, because I love you. And Ezra, too.” Cal holds their hands up in the middle so I can add a kiss to the back of her hand, too.

Beth grins back at me. “I know you were the one to sweet talk her whenever you got in trouble as kids, but I’m not sure you can talk her into being okay with this dynamic.”

“Is that a bet?”

“You’re really that confident?” She giggles at my enthusiastic nod.

“Maeve loves me,” I tell her. “And she’ll love you too.”

Cal hums. “So what are the stakes, then?” He’s trying to get her mind off her nerves, but I know without a doubt that he’s instigating something dirty.

“Beth?” I raise my eyebrows at her.

She laughs, and though it’s obvious we’re trying to distract her, she goes with it.

“Fine,” she says. “When we check into the hotel after the most awkward afternoon ever, where everyone involved is uncomfortable and I beg, in tears, to leave early because it’s obvious Cal’s parents hate me…you have to walk naked to the ice machine at the hotel.”

Cal barks out a laugh. “That’d be the way to send some old biddies to their graves! Honestly, there might not even be an ice machine. The place we’re staying is lovely, but it’s a bit dated. The front desk would probably bring up some ice from the restaurant downstairs though.”

“That’s really all you’ve got?” I ask Beth incredulously. “Naked ice? What are we, twelve?”

“Well, what did you have in mind, Mr. Beckett?”

My damn cock jerks, and I will it to behave, since we’re pulling up to the street Cal’s parents live on.

I clear my throat. “When Maeve hugs you, asks you uncomfortable questions, and then teases you—because that’s how she shows her love—you have to give us both blow jobs in Cal’s childhood bedroom.”

Her mouth gapes open. She really doesn’t believe us that Cal’s mom will be fine, though, because she comes back swinging.

“Fine. Wanna play dirty? I’ll play.” She turns halfway around in her seat to look at me. “When Cal’s mom can’t look me in theeye, you have to watch Cal fuck the daylights out of me and then lick me clean when he’s done.”

Cal adjusts himself. “Damn, that mouth.I’mnot going to be able to look you in the eye now. Jesus.”

“It’s cheating if you make either of us cum in our pants during lunch, Beth,” I tell her, feigning a reprimand. “You think you’re sore now? Wait and see what happens if you tease us all day like that.”

She tries to hide her grin and shakes her head, rolling her eyes to the heavens as if asking what the hell she’s doing here with the two of us. When she looks back again, I wink.

Cal pulls into the driveway of a small cottage with an expansive garden. Ivy grows over the retaining wall at the front of the yard and up the sides of the stone house. The entire yard is bursting with color from all manner of flowers and plants.

Before he opens the door, Cal gives Beth’s thigh a squeeze and leans over to kiss her on the cheek. He pulls back just enough that his mouth hovers over the shell of her ear. “For the record, I’d eat Ezra’s cum directly out of your arsehole if you want me to. Because I don’t just love you—I’m fuckingobsessed, Beth. My mum’s going to love you, too, but if she doesn’t, it won’t make a damn bit of difference to me. She’ll get used to it once she sees how happy you make me. How happy you makeus,” he says, nodding back to me before climbing out of the car.

The front door opens and Maeve comes running out. Cal scoops the much smaller woman up in a bear hug, and I smile at her happy tears. I know how she feels. None of us get to see enough of him.

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