Page 22 of Eight Seconds to Fly

“Tessa,” he breathed, the question right there on his tongue. I didn’t let him voice it though. I pulled his head down for a kiss, pulling my panties to the side and lining him up with my dripping wet core.

“I’m clean and on birth control,” I moaned against his lips at the pressure of his cock nudging for entrance.

He nodded. “Me too. I never have sex without protection. Ever.” Then as if to defy his words, he thrust inside me in one hard stroke. I wrapped my legs around his waist and bit the front of his shirt to stifle the moan. Oh god.

When he pulled back out and slammed in again, I found his mouth, letting it muffle my moans. Beau held my hips, ferociously rolling his body in and out in a motion that was hitting every good spot and making me see stars. Somehow, he was managing to hit my clit, and it was fucking glorious.

I drew away so I could suck in the air that seemed to be leaving my body in harsh pants, looking up into those caramel brown eyes. “Goddamn, I never thought. I never hoped…” he muttered, watching my face as he slammed in harder, making my arms wobble as I tried to push back, going deeper, harder.

“Beau!” I yelled, and he captured my mouth again, kissing the shit out of me as my orgasm rolled over my body, chasing away the pain in my thigh, the hundreds of people outside this room. All that was left was pleasure and this man.

He buried his face in my neck and roared his own release, filling me and I bit his shoulder as I came again. Holy shit.

We stayed twined in each other's arms for another moment, panting and catching our breaths. Finally, he pulled back enough that he could kiss me, and it was one of those desperate kisses, like he was trying to tell me something that we couldn’t put into words.

He dragged himself away from my lips, reaching behind me to grab a towel. He pulled out of my body, wiping my thighs and righting my underwear for me, the tender look on his face making my heart do wild shit in my chest.

His eyes traced my face, my hooded eyes and swollen lips, my braid a little wilder than when I walked in here. His gaze moved down my body until they landed on the huge bruise on my thigh. “You need to ice that,” he said softly, tucking himself back into his jeans and moving to the ice bucket, filling up a plastic bag and bringing it back to me. He placed the cold ice on my overheated skin and I sucked in a breath.

He strapped it to my leg, and I gritted my teeth.

“Nugget…” he started, worry in his eyes.

“It’s okay, Beau. I wanted that. Don’t worry that I’m going to go full crazy on your ass and expect you to be my boyfriend.”

His slow smile made the butterflies reemerge in my gut. “Ah, Nugget. You were always so oblivious. I would happily be your man, but someone else loved you first.”

I screwed up my nose. “I told you me and Frankie aren’t together. Ineverwould have done that if Frankie was anything more than a friend.”

Beau raised his eyebrow. “He said he loved you.”

I huffed, and even remembering him say those words made my chest feel funny. “He meant as a friend.”

This time Beau outright laughed at me. “You haven’t changed at all. Still blind to what's in front of your face. It’s one of the things that makes you so special. You just don’t know.”

I frowned. “Know what?”

“How fucking beautiful you are.”

He leaned forward and kissed me again, soft and tender. I was so fucking confused right now. “Beau…”

The door burst open and Frankie was there, the smile on his face wide. He barrelled over a few paces before his steps slowed a little. He looked at my face, inhaled deeply and frowned. He looked between me and Beau, and his jaw tensed. I might have imagined the flash of hurt that passed over his face, because it was gone the next second, replaced with the big smile again.

“You did it. You made the eight. You are all anyone can talk about out there.” He closed the distance between us in seconds, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my temple. “I am so proud of you.”

I smiled wide, the elation coming back to wrap around me. “Thanks, Frankie!”

He looked down at the bruise spreading along my thigh. “He got you good,Querida. At least you are getting the best of care,não?’

Well, that confirmed it. Frankie knew that me and Beau had sex. Something churned in my gut, not guilt exactly, but some other kind of uncomfortable sensation, and I swallowed hard. I didn’t regret what I did with Beau, not even a little bit, but I never, ever wanted to hurt Frankie.

So I did what any sane woman would do, I played dumb and ignored the subcontext. I smiled brightly. “Yep, all strapped up. Just a bit of soft tissue, I should be okay to ride tomorrow.”

He gave a sharp smile to Beau, who just stared him down. “I just bet you are. Let’s get you home, Tessa. Get that leg in the air.”

Subtle Frankie. Real subtle. I let him help me to my feet and grab all my gear. As I walked out the door of the treatment room, I looked back over my shoulder at Beau. He was frowning again, so I gave him a quick smile and a wink.

I didn’t fuck riders, but I never said anything about a medic. This could be the beginning of something beautiful.

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