Page 111 of Raise Me Up

“Beau.” My eyelids shudder closed.

“Yeah, baby?”

I reach a hand down to wrap it around his hard cock, giving it a leisurely stroke. “Need this. Need you.”

Nudging my thighs farther apart with his knees, he settles between them. I run my hands up his beautiful forearms, admiring his gorgeous veins and faint smattering of hair. My touch stops at his biceps when he starts to push his cock inside me.

“Beau,” I say again.

He thrusts the rest of the way in, capturing my moan with his mouth. He kisses my throat. My jaw. My lips again and again as he begins to roll his hips. We stay in the position for a while, lost in ragged breaths and sensation.

When Beau sits up, I have to hold back a laugh. He looks wrecked, hair disheveled from my hands running through it and tiny crescent marks over his skin where I’d dug my nails in.

“How do you want it? How do I get you there?” he asks.

I place a hand flat on his chest and shove him, dropping his ass onto his heels. I climb onto his lap.

He chuckles. “Should I be scared that you’re stronger than me?”

“Probably.”

He grins up at me, stretching to bring our noses together. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Beau.”

Gripping my thighs, he helps move me up and down on his length. Combined with the stretch of his cock, the press of his piercing inside me, the friction on my clit as I grind against him, and his sexy, throaty praises, it doesn’t take long for me to fall apart.

His lips lock onto mine as he swallows my sounds. Another couple of deep thrusts and he comes, too. His arms band around my waist, holding me firmly in place while he spills inside me.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs.

The rumble of the garage door spurs him into motion. He sweeps me off the bed, hauling me into the bathroom.

I giggle. “You scared Liam will be mad?”

Beau sets me in the shower and pecks a kiss to my cheek. “Nah, I can handle him. Gonna see if he needs help bringing stuff in.”

He shuts me inside the shower with the hot water running.

After rinsing off, I slip into a slouchy cream sweater and light brown joggers. Wet hair tucked in a knot through the back of the snapback I officially stole from Beau, I’m lured out of the bedroom by the savory smell of bacon and sausage cooking. There’s a platter of fluffy scrambledand fried eggs already prepared on the kitchen counter, along with a tray of cantaloupe and honeydew beside a tower of buttered toast.

Mid-flip of a pancake, Beau turns to flash me a big grin. I laugh as the pancake lands on the side of the pan and gooey batter droops onto the stove.

Liam gently pushes him out of the way. “Your kitchen duties have been revoked.Out.”

“Do you think we’re going to eat this much food?” I question.

Beau wastes no time coming over to wrap his arms around me. “You fell asleep before I could ask last night. Are you okay with my dad coming over for breakfast?”

Panic drags my heart down into my stomach. What will Beau’s dad think of me? Ofus? I know how my parents would react.

“I told him about both of you last night. He’s gonna love you,” Beau tells me.

“Okay.” I nod, brows kneading together.

He plants another kiss on my cheek. “Gonna shower quick.”

As Beau slinks off, Liam digs out gourmet coffee grounds from the grocery bags on the counter.