Chapter 124

I have never eaten an ice cream so fast in my life. I practically inhale it, all while carefully avoiding looking at Beau. When I finally finish, I dart off of the park bench.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I say over my shoulder as I hustle to the back of the banana-split shaped buildings to the single-stall bathroom in the back. Fortunately it is empty. I rush in, close and lock the door behind me, then cover my face with both hands.

What in the world am I thinking, fantasizing like that about Beau? Of course the man has expert use of his tongue. How many women has he been with? How many pussies has he eaten out?

He was showing off. He wanted this reaction. I played right into his hands by letting my dirty thoughts cloud my mind again.

Why can I never seem to keep my thoughts together when I am around the Hayes brothers?

Everywhere else in my life, I am strong and badass. I can stand up to the bad guys. I can take a punch and throw one.

But put me in front of a Hayes brother while they eat ice cream, and apparently I am a trembling mess of desire and wet panties.

My unfulfilling encounter with Archer earlier only seems to have amped up my body. Maybe if Archer had done as he promised…

No!!!

My face burns.

Thinking about Archer smacking my ass and calling me a slut is decidedly not helping me cool down.

I rush to the sink and turn on the cold water. I splash it on my face.

Gods, Beau is so experienced, I bet he would know everyway there is to take apart a woman with just his tongue… though, remembering when Beau read me that chapter of the bdsm book, he’d want me to use my hands too.

What was it?

He’s on his knees. My legs are thrown over his shoulders.

“Pinch those nipples,” Beau growls, before he drops his mouth onto me and sucks hard.

Would he plunge his fingers inside of me too, if I was wet enough?

I feel wet enough now. My panties are drenched. I try to block a moan by biting down on my bottom lip.

Before I can help myself, I slip a hand down the front of my shirt and cup one of my tits. Hearing Beau’s imaginary command in my head, I roll my nipple between by forefinger and thumb and I squeeze. I gasp in pleasure. It feels so good. Would Beau approve?

Would he want me to be loud? He’d probably like my moans. Probably would think each one a trophy, a hard-earned award for his skills.

When I imagine sex with either Archer or Neil, I imagine them pinning me down – Archer roughly, Neil more gently but no less insistent. I would be at the mercy of their relentless pounding. And Gods, that is so fucking hot.

But with Beau…

I bet he has techniques, finely tuned with enough experience. I bet he could drive me wild just with a sway of his hips.

Different styles, but equally as fucking hot.

I move my hand to my other breast to lavish it with the same attention.

Gods, I’m burning up.

I want to rub my clit until I cum, but… this is such a dirty little bathroom. It really isn’t the place…

If Beau was here, would he offer to do it himself? Would he have me hold onto the sink while he slips his hand into my panties?

I trail my free hand along the waistband of my pants. How easy it would be to touch myself. I’m so wet, I doubt it would take long.

If I could only take the edge off, maybe I could –

A knock sounds loudly at the door. I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Just a minute!” I call and pull my hand out from under my shirt.

Beyond the door, Beau laughs loudly as he calls, “Stop touching yourself. We have to go.”

My face burns with fresh embarrassment. No way he just announced that to the entire place?

I wash my hands in a hurry, make sure my clothes aren’t too wrinkled, and then exit the tiny room.

“I wasn’t doing anything!” I demand, loud enough that anyone who might have heard him before would now also hear me.

“Yeah, sure.” Beau doesn’t believe me. His smile is so damn smug. He looks down my front, as stares at my nipples, still hard pebbles and pushing through my shirt. I quickly cross my arms over my chest to hide it.

Shit.

Beau sighs. “There’s no shame in finding pleasure. I know how good I am with my tongue. I pity you, knowing you will ever know the sensations I can give you…”

“Fuck off, asshole,” I growl.

He laughs again, harder. Even as he shucks off his leather jacket, revealing the too-tight white t-shirt beneath. Before I can ask him what the hell he’s doing, he drapes the coat around my shoulders.

“Use this. I don’t mind gawking at your tits, but I doubt you want to be on such display,” he says.

Why does he have to put it that way? Why can’t he just say normal kind things when he’s doing something nice?

The way he said it makes me want to smack him. It’s only through grit teeth that I can now push out the word, “Thanks.”

He winks.

I groan as I push my arms into the sleeves. I hadn’t really realized how much bigger Beau was than me. He’s not as muscled as Archer, but he’s closer to him in height. And their features are so similar…

Ug. These brothers are going to be the death of me.

Together we walk back toward the motorcycle.

“I won’t grip you as tightly this time,” I say, setting the boundary for myself more than for him. If I touch him while he’s only wearing that thin t-shirt, I might lose my mind. I barely had my horniness under control as it is.

I really need to go home and rub one out, for my own sanity.

Beau continues to flash his smug-ass smile.

I hate him so fucking much. Sort of.

Well, I want to hate him so fucking much. I’m not thinking about how I really feel about him right now.

Beau hands me a helmet. We both put them on. He gets on the motorcycle first and I slot in behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist, but I try really hard not to touch him. Instead, I grip my own wrists.

That lasts for as long until Beau really opens up and accelerates. Then, for safety and no other reason, I grip tightly to his waist and his chest. I can feel him laughing.

I don’t hate it.

I want to.

I maybe laugh too.

Eventually, Beau pulls into the driveway of the Pyramid and follows it down to the subterranean garage. He roars the motor in the cavernous space, just to make it echo. I roll my eyes.

Flashy.

When he stops, I retract my arms from around him. We both get off the bike.

We look at each other, then start laughing together this time. I can’t help it, exactly. The thrill of danger felt just as good on the return trip.

I’m full of adrenaline and energy. Why can’t I be happy?

Beau sobers first, catching sight of something across the garage. Or… someone…

Wyatt stands there. He’s holding a can of wax and a rag. And he’s openly glaring at us.

“Stay here, Nanny,” Beau says, and starts walking toward Wyatt.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

“Stay here,” he says, fiercer. I’ve never heard him snap like that.

But that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen.

Not if he’s about to confront Wyatt.