Page 66 of On the Run
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Beale. Please, baby.”
He ripped open a condom and took a second to figure out which way it rolled on, which was literally the most painfully beautiful moment I’d ever experienced because it reminded me that this wasBeale, who’d never be able to say he’d never done this before to anyone ever again.
I held my leg to my chest as he lined up against me, and watched him swallow hard. I thought he might ask if I was sure I wanted this, or if I was really ready, but whatever he saw on my face—those damn heart-eyes, I swear—clearly removed any reluctance, and he slowly, slowly pushed inside me, filling me up.
“Ohhhhh, Toby.” His eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he said the words like a magical spell. Weirdly enough, they felt that way, too. “This feels… fucking incredible.”
“I know.Shit. And it’s gonna feel even better when you move, baby.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, braced my arms on his biceps, and set my heels on his ass like I could spur him to fuck me. “Trust me.”
His eyes blinked open and settled on mine, and all I could think was that no one had ever seen that beauty quite that way before. And then he pulled back and rocked into me, and I couldn’t think of a single fucking thing.
Beale Goodman was loud, and God, I loved it. I loved him shouting my name so hard the cat was probably having a conniption somewhere. I loved him staring down at me like I was a gift. I loved the feeling of his muscles bunching beneath my fingers as he drilled into me with a skill that no newbie should have had.
“I can’t… help it…” he gritted out. “I’m gonna come, Toby. You’ve gotta come first.”
He reached a hand between us and wrapped it around my dick to jerk me off. It was sloppy and totally uncoordinated and so magnificent that when I came, and he came half a minute later, I had to turn my face toward the pillow for a second. You couldn’t bethat guyif no one saw the tears, right?
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Beale
Czarina’s StarCharts for Today:
Oh,Virgo! Don’t let doubts cloud your judgment today. Overcome your insecurities and stay the course.
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“Afternoon, Beale!”Scotty gave me a cheerful smile as I strolled up to the counter at the Bean. He looked behind me expectantly, and his smile fell just a little. “Trey not with you today?”
I smiled. Whispering Key was not a place where things usually changed very fast, if ever. The cell signal was spotty, ten-year-old cars were considered new, folks still thought of Rafe as being married and treated Gage like he was twelve. But somehow Toby—Trey—had become a fixture in less than a week.
I couldn’t say I was unhappy about it; he’d kinda become kind of a fixture in my life, too. It was thrilling…
The same way a roller coaster was thrilling when you were heading for the drop.
“Not today. The guys and I just got back from running a tour.” I nodded at my brothers, who’d grabbed their favorite table in the back. “Last I saw him, Trey was at Mason and Fenn’s place with the party committee. The contractors finished work inside the main house just in time for Mason and Fenn to come home tonight, and Trey and the committee are hanging fairy lights and decorations around the yard.”
Scotty turned to make our coffees without needing to ask our orders but gave a dubious glance at the sky outside. “He’d best be careful with that. Gonna rain soon.”
“Oh, Trey knows,” I assured him. “He’s got the whole thing down to a science. ‘Paper products must stay in the house until thefinal moments,Beale. Like crafting asoufflé,Beale.’” I grinned. “Needless to say, I was told my help was not necessary.” And I hadn’t felt sad about that in the slightest.
Scotty laughed and put our drinks on a tray. “Well, when you get home, tell him I got the ingredients to make that coffee he wanted the other day. I googled it, and it turns out the thing only sounded fancy. It was actually simple as anything.”
That was pretty on-brand for Toby.
“I’ll let him know, Scotty. See you tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
When I got to the four-seat table, Rafe had arranged himself with his eyes closed, his head tipped back to the wall, and his feet stretched over a second chair, so I grabbed the seat next to Gage, who was busily scrolling something on his phone and set the drinks in the middle of the table.
“You gonna make it to the party tonight, Rafael?” I kicked lightly at the chair with his feet on it. “Think you might need a nap?”
Rafe cracked open one brown eye. “Listen to you. One week ago—a mere seven days—you were all ‘Parties are bad. I hate parties.’”
“I do.” I twisted the cups to find the one with my name on it. “They are.”
“Uh-huh. And yet, you’re not having a panic attack or making plans to flee the island.” Rafe dropped his feet and leaned toward me. “Hmm. Let’s think about what’s changed.”
