Page 93 of The Path To Us

Chapter Twenty

Addy

Beau made good on his promise. The rest of the night we spent exploring each other’s bodies. After we ate grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips with French onion dip and hydrated by drinking about a gallon of water, we christened surfaces in my home that I never dreamt of christening.

He woke me with his mouth between my legs.

I didn’t let him have his fill before I took over, pushing him onto his back and taking him into my mouth.

Learning his body is more fun than I imagined.

Especially when he lets me play and do whatever I want.

After years of friendship, I was afraid that things would be awkward between us but they’re anything but. There’s no embarrassment or shyness.

Walking around naked in front of him and allowing him to explore my body that’s imperfect isn’t uncomfortable in any way. I may have a little cellulite in my thighs and butt and stretch marks from carrying Zoey, but he doesn’t care.

In fact, he makes me feel good.

Wanted.

Cherished.

When his eyes and hands are on me and when he tells me I’m beautiful or that I turn him on, I know he’s telling me the truth.

To him, I’m sexy.

Lying on my side, curled up into his with my fingers playing with the smattering of hair on his chest and tracing a circle around his nipple, I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been in my entire life, even though I have a little bit of prickly hair on my legs because my leg hair grows so fast that even though I shaved just yesterday morning, it’s already growing back.

Beau doesn’t seem to mind, though. His hand is rubbing up and down my back and his other reaches over, gripping my thigh and bringing it over his stomach. Once I’m situated how he wants me, he lifts my chin with the side of his finger and presses a kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“If we don’t get out of bed and put clothes on, we’re not going to have the talk and we have a lot to share so I’m going to let you go and you’re going to put on my shirt and a pair of panties and we’re going to eat some actual breakfast — and by that, I mean food — while drinking coffee and sitting on the porch.”

He’s right. I might not want to let him go, either, but we do have a lot to talk about. Richard Noosma and how I know him, how long I’ve actually been in love with him, how long he’s felt the same way, Chris, Zoey, what this means… so much has gone unsaid over the years and it’s time to get it all out. “That’s the plan, huh?”

“That’s the plan. And since my dick needs about an hour to recover because it’s gotten more of a workout the past twelve hours than it has over the past five years, it’s a good one.”

“I agree it’s a good plan. Why can’t I wear my own shirt?”

“Because I’m your man.”

“Say that again,” I say, voice husky as I rub myself against him.

“I’m your man.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m your woman.”

“Oh, yeah. I could get used to hearing those words from your sexy as fuck lips,” he growls before flipping me over. “I told you I need an hour but that doesn’t mean you can’t get some once more before we go. I’m not gonna be gentle, Addy.”

“Please don’t be.”

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