Page 22 of Beau & Autumn

I’m puffed out with heat flushing my cheeks from exertion and I can’t stop the thrumming of my heart while I struggle to breathe.

I know Beau let me win, but it’s not just the adrenaline rush that has me in a tailspin.

Have I only just realized how adorable Beau Bassett really is? Have I been living under a rock all this time? Why am I noticing all the little details about him like the dark, blue color of his eyes, the way his hair flops down over his face even when he brushes it back, and how cute his butt is when he’s running…

I need to tamper down those thoughts, but I can’t deny that my core is well and truly throbbing after that hug. I mean, I could be just imagining it but I’m pretty sure I felt his dick pressing into me. And it was hard. It was very, very hard! Nothing about Beau Bassett is small, but I’ve never really given much thought to his package.

Now I feel like he’s a hot geek under those glasses and hoodies he wears. The Clark Kent visual comes to mind once again and I stifle a groan.

Beau’s hot.

And I’m realizing all of this in real time.

Not only is he hot, he’s fucking amazing.

He always knows the right things to say, and he genuinely cares about me. He’d do anything to make me smile — and did — and I don’t know, but he seemed pretty peeved when I joked about Only Fans. The idea makes me heady when I think about posing for him… Wait… Posing for him?

What the heck?—

“You let me win.” I press my hands to my knees as I bend forward, trying to catch my breath. “That’s cheating.”

“Well, I couldn’t have you labeled a dirty rotten loser who stinks like a pig rolled in mud, could I?”

I slap a hand over my mouth. “Sometimes I have no filter.”

He laughs. “Man, you can run fast.” A sheen of sweat covers his brow and from his short, sharp breaths I see he’s just as puffed as I am.

“I was in the relay when I was in high school,” I pant. “I was pretty good.”

“Are you two okay?” Hudson cocks a brow when he appears out of the bar doors.

I wave a hand at him. “We had a race, now I’m about to have a heart attack from running so fast.”

“Me too,” Beau says. “But I don’t want CPR from you if I pass out, H, no offense.”

He shakes his head. “Crazy kids,” he mutters, walking back inside.

My cell rings, vibrating in my back pocket and I pull it around to see who’s calling.

Georgia.

With a swift finger I swipe the screen. “Hey, G. I’m back at the barn.”

“Hey, woah woah, why are you panting like that? Did I just catch you in the middle of something?”

I snort a laugh. “No, I’m with your brother.”

“Uh, ew.”

I have an urge to slap my forehead. “No, I meant, we just had a race from the creek to the barn. Anyway, what's up?”

“If you’re done there, I’m taking Trudy to lunch if you want to join us?” Trudy is Callan’s little sister.

“Sounds like a plan, I just have to get some shots now the archway is up.”

“I saw it earlier, they did a great job, even though GP called me annoying.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Clearly he doesn’t know the real you.”

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