Instead, he’s still there. And as soon as we make eye contact, he lifts his eyebrows.
“You really do have magic hands.” Then he reaches down and adjusts himself before disappearing into the hall.
All I can do is stare at the place he disappeared and try not to picture him going to relieve himself.
Over me.
9
Payne
Well, that was the last thing I expected to see when I walked through the door.
And I can’t say I hated it.
The sight of Beau sprawled out across his couch hit me with a sack of lust so hard I feel like I have a concussion. It has to be the only damn reason I stood there ogling him like a creep. All I know is it took herculean effort to turn away, and then he’d said that one word, husky and deep and so fucking turned on it made it impossible to argue with. When he asked me to stay, my self-control snapped. There was no walking away.
There was no closing my eyes.
I stood there and took in every expression that crossed his face as he gave himself what looked like the greatest hand job in history.
Damn I wanted in on it.
There’s no doubt if Beau wasn’t the person standing between me and being back on the couch at Marty’s, if he wasn’t my little brother’s best friend, if he wasn’t someone I legitimately like and want to be friends with, I would have closed the distance between us and had my way with him.
God fucking damn that was one sexy show.
In my defense, it’s been a long time since I’ve had anything resembling decent sex, and after what that fucker did, I thought it would take me a while to ease back into that side of my life.
But apparently, nope.
All it took was Beau with his cock in his hand, and I’m already ready to get back out there.
Specifically, out there. In the living room. With my cock in Beau’s mouth.
I go to bed, determined to ignore my dick’s need to jerk off to what I saw. No need for things to get even more mixed up in my head than they already are, and I know if I touch myself, it’ll be Beau’s dick I’m thinking about.
That long, pale, mouthwatering dick …
No! Nope.
I roll onto my side and deny myself anything even close to friction. All I need is to sleep it off, then tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.
Except next morning, there’s nothing normal about the way Beau’s entire face flushes when he sees me.
And if I needed anything to break the tension, it’s the mortified expression he’s wearing.
I crack up laughing.
“Guess we’re not pretending it didn’t happen, then,” he says.
“Bit hard to forget.”
He scowls.
I poke his shoulder on my way to the toaster. “You’re bright red. Feeling hot?”
“Here I was thinking I’d have to apologize.”
“Apologize?” I snort. “For what? Giving me an eyeful of the goods?”
“Making things … weird.”
“Oh, come on. I’d be a jerk to get weird over that.”
“Payne …”
I slide my bread into the toaster. “It’s fine. Really.” If he’s ignoring the way I got hard over watching him, I can ignore the way he … fuck. It’s going to take some time to get his O face out of my mind.
“You don’t … you’re not feeling awkward?”
I shrug. “Who hasn’t been caught by their roommate while jerking off?” I know that isn’t the awkward part he was referring to, but I’m set on forgetting about it. Apparently, Beau is too, and who could blame him? He might have asked me to stay in the heat of the moment, but no one wants their friend’s brother eye-fucking them. Talk about creepy.
“I can’t say I make a habit of it,” he says.
“Different strokes.”
“You can stop now.” He pins me with a dry look.
I laugh. “Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but if you weren’t, you know, you, and I wasn’t me, that would have been hot as hell to come home to. I’m surprised no guy has locked all that up already.”
“The thing about finding someone is you have to actually leave the house.”
“Good point.” My toast pops up, and I cover it in peanut butter. “Why don’t you come out with me today?”
His stare immediately flicks to his desk, and I hold back a chuckle. He has to be the biggest workaholic I know. “Where are you going?”
“Not sure yet. Out. The place has changed a lot since I lived here last, so I thought I’d get reacquainted with it.”
He cringes as his eyes stray back to his desk.
“Let me rephrase. Are you planning on working on your book today or something else?”
“Ah …”
“That’s my answer. Go get dressed.”
“You don’t understand. I have to follow my muse.”
“Oh yeah?” I give him a blank look. “Was it also your muse that told you to get your cock out last night?”
His eyes widen. “You couldn’t pretend to let me forget, could you?”
“Nope.” I spin him around, then slap him on the ass for good measure. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
Our eyes lock for a moment, and I realize that I took it one pun too far. The way that sounded … the sight of his dick flashes through my mind along with filthy ideas on how he actually can come with me, and I force a laugh to ease whatever this tension is between us.
“Coming for a drive,” I clarify like I could possibly mean anything else.
Way to make things awkward.
Luckily, Beau is as intent as I am to pretend the whole thing never happened.
He grumbles the whole way down the hall to his bedroom but doesn’t try to fight me on it. When we’re both dressed, we head out, still with no clue on where we’re going.
“Okay, where would you say has changed the most in the last twenty years?” I ask on the way to the car.
“Take your pick. Pretty much everywhere.”
Hmm, well, we don’t have time to see everywhere. “In that case, where will be the best place to go to kick that muse of yours into gear?”
“My muse?”
“Yeah, you said you’re struggling to write. Maybe you just need to, what’s it called? Where you find inspiration again?”
“You think I’m lacking inspiration?”
I unlock the car and wait for him to climb in beside me before I answer. “You’re not stuck for words—those are happening. It’s your book that you’re holding back on.”
“True.”
“So, what do you write?”
He shifts in his seat. “Fantasy, mostly, with some heavy romance throughout.”
“Romance?”
“Don’t ‘romance’ me.” He pins me with a look. “Men can like love too.”
My laugh fills the car as I turn it on and get moving. “Of course they do. Why do you think I got married? It’s the fantasy stuff that has you stuck at the moment though, right? With the fortress?”
“Right.”
“Okay, I know where we can start.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t try to get it out of me, clearly content to come along for the ride. I make a mental note to attempt to get him out of the house more often while I’m living with him, because the farther we get from the apartment, the more tense he gets.