Page 82 of Except You

And then he traipses through the house and out the front door without another word.

“Well, that was odd,” Beau says as we both stand there, slightly confused.

“Yeah. It was. But I get why he came. He was just here to make sure Magnus doesn’t end up hurt again.”

Beau turns toward me, his hands landing on my face. “Oh, Max. You won’t hurt him. I know you won’t.”

And I wouldn’t, would I? Because Beau would be there. He’d be by my side, helping me. He’s always fucking there when I don’t deserve it.

My eyes fall from his to his lips, and I groan as I lower my mouth to his. He gasps and exhales, sinking into me as I walk him backward toward the house, closing the door behind us as we stumble inside.

I just want him to kiss me.

Kiss it better, Beau.

Make me a better man.

Chapter Thirteen

Beau

I’m addicted to Max’s kisses. I shouldn’t be. I don’t know what he identifies as at the moment, but I’m pretty sure it’s not gay, or bi, or anything like that. I’m pretty sure he still sees himself as straight and just curious, experimenting or whatever. And yet here I am, kissing him like my life depends on it, like I won’t end up broken at the end of our story.

But I don’t care.

This moment is electric. Max is making every nerve ending light up as if I’m caught in the midst of an electrical storm. I’ve never come so much or so fast as I do when I’m with him. For fuck’s sake, last night we were only making out and I came twice.

I should be embarrassed, but the way Max looks at me, almost in awe every time it happens, only ever makes me unreasonably happy.

“I only do this with you,” I told him last night. “Only with you.”

“Good,” he whispered before kissing me senseless. And let me tell you, Max is an amazing kisser, the way he slants his mouth over my lips, the way his tongue plays with mine. It’s disgustingly unfair.

I want him to kiss me like this until we’re old and gray, and yet, I know that this won’t last that long.

This questioning phase he’s going through is sure to end.

But I’ve decided to just roll with it, to savor it while it lasts.

The two of us end up on the bed, Max beneath me as I slowly peel him out of his shirt. I want to kiss him all over, from head to toe.

“Can I kiss you everywhere?” I ask, my voice low and guttural.

“Yes,” Max breathes. “Yes. Please.”

I frantically work his pants and boxers off until his strong, hot body is laid out on the bed before me. It’s too much. Can you blame me for coming uncontrollably any time he touches me? Just look at him. Those bulging abs, those pecs, that sexy face. Max is a wet dream.

I climb up him, straddling his body. My clothes are still on, but I don’t care. I just want to taste him, every part of him. My lips brush against his cheeks, his nose, his lips before moving down to his neck. I suck on his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob under the attention it’s getting, and then slide my tongue across his collarbone. Max arches his hips up slightly, his cock meeting my ass. God, I want him inside of me. It’s all I fantasize about these days, but I never want to push him to do things he’s not ready for.

Flicking my tongue across his nipples, I bite and suck my way down to his stomach, hearing his breathing grow more labored the closer I get to his dick.

Oh fuck, I want to suck it. I want to pull him right to the back of my throat and choke.

As soon as I reach his groin, his chest is rising and falling rapidly, my eyes slide up his body and meet his heated gaze.

“Can I kiss you here?” I ask, and he swallows with a small nod.

“Yeah, if you want.”

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