Chapter 200

I enter the Pyramid and run into Beau, who is leaning against the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. How long has he been standing there? Had he also suffered from Angela’s wrath?

“Guess she got to Archer, too?” Beau asks. He motions his head back down the hall, likely indicating the way Archer stormed off.

“Angela?” I ask.

He nods. “Even Steven got an earful, and all he was doing was coming out of the kitchen with fresh coffee.”

I already have a small idea what Angela’s ire is about, having overheard some of her and Neil’s fight, but since I am not owning up to that, I casually say, “She did seem worked up. Any idea what it’s about?”

Beau narrows his eyes at me. “You have to have some idea.”

“I can guess,” I offer. “But I’d rather hear what you know.”

He hums. “She wants you to stay with us longer.” His eyes stay glued to me. He’s clearly looking for my reaction.

“And you guys told her no,” I say. To explain my lack of overall reaction, I give him the answer I would have expected. It’s not acting when a small measure of disappointment fills my voice.

Beau shrugs, non-committal. “Couple months back, you were dying to get out of this contract. Now you want to stay?”

I return his shrug in reply. I’m certainly not about to open my heart up when I already know from Neil and from Archer that the brothers are not going to fight to keep me here.

In fact, the whole thing is making me feel a bit numb by now. My emotions have been pushed back and forth so much over the past few days that I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m at some kind of emotional standstill. I’m worn out, body and soul.

Beau, still inspecting me, tilts his head. “You look like someone who could use a distraction.”

Gods, yes. “What do you have in mind?”

He lifts one brow at me, and that’s all it takes to send a shiver of anticipation running down along my spine.

“I have a few ideas,” Beau says. He licks his lips as his scrutinizing gaze dips southward. “Most of them involve taking your pants off.”

I feel like I should at least try to put up some kind of front, if only for show. Yeah, having his hot gaze on my tits is making my pussy wet, but I can’t just come out and say that. His ego is big enough as it is.

“Sex isn’t the solution for everything,” I remind him.

He hums long and slow, almost like he agreed but then got too distracted to follow through. “Maybe not everything. Most things, though.”

“Beau,” I scold playfully.

His fiery eyes lift again to mine. “We only have a few more days together, Nanny. Shouldn’t we make the most of it?”

The words shouldn’t sting. He doesn’t mean them with any venom. He’s just being his typical, overly flirtatious self. He meant it playfully.

But it still cuts through me. Why should we be running out of time? Yes, I won’t be living here anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be dead or something. Beau and I could still be friends. We could even still hook up.

Maybe I’m kidding myself. Maybe I’ve been kidding myself from the start. My growing feelings for the brothers… Even if only friendship, could be one-sided. I’m here and I’m convenient. When I’m gone, there will be a million other girls eager and ready to step in and take my place.

I don’t want to think about this. These are the thoughts I’m trying to avoid.

A distraction. Yes, that’s sounding better and better by the second.

Besides, if my feelings are one-sided, if the end is coming in fast and hot, then I need to enjoy this while I can. I will take this pleasure from Beau when I can get it.

“Nanny?” he asks, and the question in his voice is clear. If I really don’t want this, he’ll back off. Beau isn’t the kind who needs to chase, and though he will manhandle me in the bedroom if I request it, it’s not his style typically, in the build up.

I want this. I want him. With me, he has no need to be cautious.

So I strut toward him, over-exaggerating my hip shake. His eyes drop to track the movement. He licks his lips. He holds out his hands, hip high, and I easily slide into the space between them. His hands slip around, and he cups my ass.

“Everyone loves a good distraction,” I say, and he grins devilishly.

“Agreed.”

Then his mouth crashes over mine. I open my lips at once, allowing his tongue entrance. He licks his way inside.

The kiss is hot and wet and demanding. By the end of it, I’m practically grinding against any friction I can find. I feel the evidence of his pleasure growing against my hip.

“Bedroom,” he says, and his voice is wrecked with lust, so deep and raw.

I step back from him, and he takes my hand. Together we walk as fast as I am able down the hallway to Beau’s bedroom. He laughs as he closes the door behind us.

My clothes are on the floor in what must be a record-speed. Almost as quickly, Beau is naked too.

He’s gentle as he lays me down on the bed. He makes sure that my head hits the pillow. It’s very sweet. My ribs are still wrapped and must look like hell. He places a few soft kisses there before dropping his head lower.

As his mouth covers my clit, he slips two fingers up inside of me.

I claw at the sheets and become, as promised, thoroughly distracted.

The thing about Beau is that he doesn’t settle for his partner coming only once. It’s been hours. I’m sweaty and hot. His mouth is on my nipple and his bare thigh is between my legs. His hard dick is pressed against the jut of my hip bone.

We rut against each other. It started out lazy but now we’re pushing for the climax again.

I claw at his shoulders and he groans against my tit. I throw my head back into the pillow and beg.

“Beau, please… please…”

“Such sweet music you make for me,” he says as he pops off my nipple. Then he licks it with a long, torturous swipe.

It’s enough to push me over the edge once more.

“Beau!” I cry. “Ah! Beau!”

Then everything goes hazy for a while.

When I wake up in the night, I’m clean and tucked into Beau’s side as he snores gently.

I’m thoroughly blissed out. I’m exhausted too. If there were awards for sex marathons, Beau would win all of them.

Yet as the sex fog clears a little, a familiar bittersweet feeling rises within me once more.

Was this the last time I would have sex with Beau? Is this, right here, right now, the last time I would awake and find myself in his arms?

The thoughts keep me awake even when my body demands I rest.

All I can think, again and again, is…

I don’t want this to be over.