Page 98 of Except You

“Good. Don’t. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” he says and then tilts his chin up, our eyes clashing. “But let me make this clear. You need to really hear the words coming out of my mouth. I’m not moving in with you and we’re sure as fuck not getting married.”

I don’t like that. Not at all. “Bow-tie?—”

“No, I’m serious. We barely know each other?—”

“I know you better than anyone.”

He sighs and then clarifies, “I mean, we just met less than two months ago. Moving in together would be insane, especially since being with a man is new to you. I’m doing this for me, Max. I couldn’t take it if you changed your mind, if you realized you wanted a woman in the end. And forget marriage. If we ever divorced, that would break me.”

I shake my head adamantly. “I would never hurt you.”

“I don’t know that.”

“I’ll prove it. Just give me time and I will,” I tell him, but he shakes his head once more. So I simply lift him up and carry him to our bed, kicking the door shut in the process, keeping Doggo out. I need privacy for what I’m about to do.

Pulling my shirt off, I toss it onto the floor, crawling over Beau and straddling his legs.

He stares up at me, those beautiful blue eyes turning nearly black as I hover over him.

“I know you’re feeling unsure, but please stop pulling away from me, Bow-tie. My fragile heart can’t handle it.”

“Oh, Max,” he breathes, his hands moving to my chest and pressing gently against it. “I’m just trying to protect myself.”

“I know, but you don’t need to. I won’t hurt you.”

And I mean it. I’m all in. He doesn’t understand the level of obsession I have with him.

His hands slide up my chest and wrap around my shoulders, pulling me down for a kiss. As soon as our lips touch, our tongues tangle, our breath mingling, our cocks hardening, his against the fabric of my jeans. Fuck me. It’s not enough. I want to be skin-to-skin with him, to feel every part of him sliding against me. The heat, the need. I want to smell his desire.

“I should really put a stop to this,” Beau says as he breaks our kiss to frantically undo my pants. “We should take some time apart to think about things.”

“Fuck that,” I murmur. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He grins at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “Seems I’m not. You’re just a little too addicting.”

I drag my pants down my thighs, my cock popping out as I do, and then kick my jeans off. As soon as I’m pressed down against him, I feel at peace. How is it that I’ve gone from being contentedly single for quite some time to needing to be pressed against Beau all the time? It was never like this with anyone else. But I guess, from the moment that I met Beau, I knew he was different. I knew from the moment he said hello, that he could change my life.

“Good, I want you addicted to me.”

He sighs as I slowly rock against him. His cock is leaking, and I can feel his precum smear against my own aching length.

“I want to try something,” I breathe. “Something new.”

“Oh Jesus, I’m going to expire. I won’t survive it,” Beau says with a swallow, his lips bright pink and swollen from my kisses. The best look on him, if I do say so.

“Don’t die. But if you’re going to leave, tell me this first. Tell me we aren’t through. Tell me that you’ll stay with me. I can’t stand not knowing.”

He hesitates for a moment, those beautiful eyes staring up at me. “Yeah, Max. I’ll stay. I’ll trust that you won’t break me.”

“I’d never. I’m going to keep you, Bow-tie. Wrap you up in me and never let go.”

Without another word, I pull him onto his side, shifting us down the bed slightly.

“Now, don’t die when I try this,” I tell him as his legs curl around mine. He arches his hips up, our cocks grinding against each other, making my eyes droop slightly at the feel of him before I remember what I want to do.

“And don’t laugh at how bad this may be.”

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