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Chapter 14

Fever Confessions

Sydney

B eau Boone,#21, is in my fucking bedroom, for real, and just asked me to marry him … sort of. And now he’s prowling around my bed like a man on a mission.

He leans over me and brushes my hair from my face. “But first, I need to kiss the future Mrs. Boone, our kind of handshake. Are you with me?”

It is against my better judgment, but I agree with a nod, regardless.

He slides the thermometer into his pocket and cups the side of my face. His intense gaze never wavers as he moves in, and his lips, those plump, soft lips, brush against mine.

Our kiss becomes more urgent, and I can’t help but moan against his lips that taste like sweet nectar, a flavor that I can’t get enough of.

His hands begin to move from my face, down my neck and shoulders, and his kiss remains gentle yet possessive.

“Daddy, you kissing my Sydney on the lips?” She giggles.

“You were supposed to be asleep.” He laughs then leans fully over me to tickle her.

I deal with kids better than so many people I know who are actual parents, yet I wish my bed would swallow me up right now.

“You can’t kiss a girl unless she’s your girlfriend. My Syd’s gotta be your girlfriend now, Daddy.”

“Who told you that?” He laughs again.

The damn fool. That was a gift, a perfect bridge to our fake marriage.

I poke him, making him laugh.

“What if I wanna make her my wife instead?”

Oh no, he didn’t.

I poke him again, and he laughs as she giggles from deep down in her tummy.

“A wedding, like a bride and a flower girl?”

“Hmm, where could we find a flower girl?” He looks around, even putting his huge hand over his eyes as he does.

“Me, silly! I’m your little flower!”

I wake up and have to pee but see my … ugh. BDB, Beau, is no longer in bed, so I head down the stairs. Midway, I stop and gasp.

Boone is naked in my kitchen, and he has a cupcake … down there.

I smash my eyes closed and feel my way down the stairs, muttering, “In my kitchen? What is wrong with you, Boone?”

“Hold up,” he says, and I hear his heavy feet pad toward me.

“No, no, no, no,” I say as he stops me, grabbing my biceps.

“It’s definitely not what it looked like.” He laughs.

Annoyed he’s lying to me, I open my eyes and glance down at a massive white frosting-covered erection … with sprinkles. “So, you’re gonna stand here with that thing pointed at me and tell me you weren’t just fucking a cupcake?”

The fool throws his head back and barks out a laugh.

I slap my hand over his mouth. “You’ll wake her up and traumatize her with that thing all … frosted. Jesus, Boone, what is wrong with you?”

“The only cupcake I want to put my dick in is you.” He swoops me up like I weigh nothing, and I’m a size fourteen, sometimes sixteen, and have been an eighteen at times in my life, too. “But I’ll wait until you’re Mrs. Boone.”

Squirming, I tell him, “I came down here to pee. Now put me down, perv.”

He doesn’t listen; he carries me over and sets my ass on my island. Then he bends down, grabs a towel, and wraps it around his waist the best he can since it’s standard size and not Boone size. “I showered while my girls were getting some much-needed rest and came down to feed my face. Found cupcakes. You know how I love me some cupcakes. You spooked me coming down the stairs, your tiny towel fell, and I tried to cover myself with the cupcake. Clearly, I’m not your average man, so it didn’t work out so well.”

Needing to put distance between us, I slide off the counter and walk toward the stairs. “Feel free to wash your dick in my sink.”

“Syd, I really wasn’t?—”

“Save it,” I grumble as I head up the stairs.

Seeing #21 shirtless has always sent me into a spiral, making it necessary to get myself off within an hour, two tops, because that burn, that ache, it does not subside—it intensifies.

Now that I’ve seen all that Boone is, and I mean, he’s got to be almost twice the man my ex was … I am desperate to get off.

I quietly walk over to my nightstand to grab my little vibe. I open the drawer, grab the little bag it’s in, and head to the bathroom.

I walk in and lean against the door, open the bag, and dump the pink vibe onto my hand.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I whisper-yell into the air, and from outside the bathroom, I hear a low, throaty chuckle from outside the door.

Opening the door, I throw my vibe at him. “You suck, Boone.”

In boxers, he stands there, holding it out, and then turns it, showing me the number 21 that he clearly made out of rhinestones, rendering it completely useless unless I want a bedazzled cooch.

He then bends down and rushes me, gently pushing a shoulder into my midsection and tossing me over his shoulder. He carries me into the spare bedroom where he looks around. “Fuck it, the floor then.”

Laying on my back, I feel my chest rising and falling quickly.

“I wasn’t fucking a cupcake, Cupcake, but I’d really like the opportunity to help you alleviate that ache you’re feeling between your legs and to see if I’ve been right for the past three years. I wanna know if that sexy as fuck pin-up girl, hot blondie singing ‘Undo It’ by Carrie Underwood on Halloween at Brooks Barn, where you ended it with a lasso move that I have since used in my touchdown dance, tastes like sugar everywhere.”

“You are so full of?—”

“Don’t get shit twisted—that’s a fact. Then I found out you didn’t work there; you were one of the Legacy group and therefore off limits. You were also engaged, but I’m spitting facts here, and I wouldn’t have given a shit. I’d have stolen his girl but never thrown her away. You with me?”

“Undo It” is my go-to karaoke song, and we indeed dressed up as 50’s pin-up girls.

“I know we’re doing this fake marriage bit for Lily, but I got a secret.” He moves over me, kisses my cheek, and then whispers, “I’ve been falling for you since then and making myself hold back. I don’t want to anymore. There’s no one like you for me on this planet, and I’m not saying that to get laid. I already know you may not want Beau Boone, but everyone wants #21.”

“Ohmygod, would you shut up and kiss me?”

“Do I need protection? I’m clean,” he says, kissing my cheek.

I reach between us and pull him free. “All good.”

He groans and nips my neck, and then clothes are flying. My moans become louder as he rubs the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me. I can feel myself getting wetter with each touch, my body aching for him to fill me completely.

And then, in one harsh thrust, he’s in me, filling me in a way that is all-consuming. At first, I can’t move, there’s nowhere to go. Then, finally, our bodies move in perfect rhythm, each thrust bringing us closer to ecstasy. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, igniting a fire.

As our bodies continue to move together, I can’t help but lose myself in the feel of him, of the promise of us.

“Beau, I … I?—”

“You with me?” he asks breathily.

“Yeah, yes. Oh God, yes.”

He grips my hips tightly as he thrusts into me harder and faster, chasing his own release alongside mine.

I cry out his name as he hits all the right spots within me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. And when I finally reach climax, it’s like an explosion of pure ecstasy.

But our passion doesn’t end there. As we come down from our highs and catch our breaths, his blue eyes still bore into mine with an intense desire.

He pulls me into another deep kiss before whispering in my ear, “I’m not done with you yet.”

And just like that, I’m burning again.

Lying wrapped up in his arms, I try to catch my breath, and not because I had to put forth much effort.

“You good?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.

“I will be,” I answer honestly.

“Syd, are you?—”

“I was just fucked twice by a professional athlete; I need post-game rehab.”

“I mean, sorry?” He chuckles.

I smile and smack him in that sexy-sized pack, and not the kind of six pack a fitness model has that’s all cut and shows that they not only train at the gym but in the kitchen. Beau Boone has a fantastic body. It’s big, and solid, and fucking exquisite, and yes, his ass is solid.

“I think I may have broken a nail off in your buttcheck.” I giggle.

He draws me a bath and puts bubbles in it. He’s such a DILF, or is it DIHF? It really doesn’t matter. He’s all in. And me? I still have to tell him so much.

The water is lukewarm when I push up out of it and grab the towel to dry off then slide my robe around me and quietly step out, listening to him whisper on the phone.

“Yep, she said yes, Miss Molly.” He chuckles. “Imagine her surprise when she realizes I’m not gonna let her go.” He chuckles again. “Yeah. So, I was thinking this weekend. My mom is flying up. My brothers, too. They’re gonna spend the week here and stay for the playoff game. Can I ask where you and Cory were married?”

Oh. My. God.

“And would you be all right if we carried on that tradition?” Pause. “All right, so vows there, dinner at Brooks Brew. Perfect. Now I’d be honored if you’d allow Lily to call you Grandma and Grandpa. Is that …?” He stops and laughs. “Perfect. I’ll chat with you soon. I wanna go check on our girls. Good night, Miss Molly.” He laughs. “That days coming, and I can’t wait to call you Mom.”

He’s sitting on the floor in the spare room when I walk in, and he looks up.

“You know, there’s a whole living room with furniture downstairs.”

“This room’s become my favorite.” He winks and holds out his arm. “Bring it in, wife.”

I squat down at the threshold and pick at the rug. “I need you to know something, and I need you to promise no matter how you feel, it’s my story to tell and react to however I see fit.”

“Sydney, always, I got you.”

“I’m not on birth control, because I don’t have to be.” My eyes begin to burn even though I just spent half an hour talking myself out of crying about this ever again. “I had a miscarriage and the one ovary I have no longer works. I will never have a child.”

The big brute crawls over and presses his forehead to mine. “Well, it’s a good thing I come with a kid and we’re both yours.”

My lower lip trembles.

“And one day, you decide you want a kid or ten, we make that happen.”

“Beau—”

“There isn’t anything stopping us, Cupcake, least of all our own stubbornness or doubt.” He holds out his pinky. “I promise.”