Page 69 of Sweet Surrender
Beau couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t believe what had just happened with Taylor.Taylor.
Holy shit, that was amazing.
But she’d gotten him so worked up with her wet thrusts and breathy words that he hadn’t even been able to get inside her before finishing. He hadn’t been able to show her how good he was, hadn’t taken her the way he had promised. He’d fallen short and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Let me clean us up,” he said and disappeared into the bathroom before she could say anything. He wiped himself down and grabbed a towel, rinsing it with warm water. He debated putting a shirt on in case she saw him but stilled. She’d been spectacularly vocal about what she thought of him, maybe he should risk letting her see him. He took a deep breath, stepping out from the bathroom, readying himself for her reaction and he was greeted by her soft snores.
*
“Wake up, Tay.”
His voice interrupted her dreams, pulling her into the land of people who were awake, and she didn’t appreciate it one bit.
“Why?” she moaned, voice thick with sleep as she arched her back, stretching luxuriously like a cat. The soft material of the comforter rubbed against her bare legs, and she realized she was only in a t-shirt and panties. Then she remembered last night and oh God, now wasconsequencestime.
She peeked out shyly from over the top of the comforter to find Beau standing over her, arms folded over his chest, his expression blank. Like they didn’t have an amazing night together, like it hadn’t been the best sexual encounter of her life and they hadn’t even had sex. His gray t-shirt fit perfectly to his chest, a chest that she still hadn’t seen but had her lips and tongue all over. He’d tasted so delicious she couldn’t get enough.
“It’s basketball game day,” he said.
She frowned. “Won’t everyone be too hungover to play?”
“Hell no. Now get your ass up,” he said and left, his footsteps a little heavier than normal. For someone who had an orgasm recently he sure seemed grumpy. She shivered as the memory of him unraveling beneath her last night played through her head. Her body humming with renewed arousal, ready for more of him. Except it was only supposed to be the one time, that was the rule that she’d put in place and he had readily agreed.
There was so much more she wanted to explore with him, they had barely scratched the surface and now they wouldn’t get a chance. She pushed aside her disappointment, it was for the best, otherwise feelings would start getting involved and Taylor didn’t do feelings. The last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt or for them to lose the friendship they’d been building back up.
She dressed in red spandex shorts, a sports bra and a loose black tank that readLet’s Get Physical. Hmm she got physical last night, her nipples tightening as she remembered his mouth on them.
Great, is this how it was going to be now? She would continually think about how perfectly he played her body? And that she nearly gave in and begged him for that kiss she owed him? The thought sobered her up, no more dwelling, this was why there was just the one time. She just needed to focus on their friendship and on the plus side, at least their intimate experience would strengthen the fake relationship.
She went out into the living room and saw him watching TV and drinking some kind of protein shake thing. “Morning!” she called brightly, determined to behave normally with him.
“There’s a couple of banana pancakes on the side for you,” he said, glowering at the TV.
“Yummy, thanks.” She grabbed the plate and then drizzled syrup over them along with some strawberries and blueberries. She enjoyed having actual food to eat, and fresh fruit and vegetables whenever she wanted. She would have to keep this up when it was all over. Her stomach dipped at the thought of him moving out. She didn’t want him to leave, she liked having someone to come home to. She liked it being him.
“Whatcha watching?” she asked, thinking she could hear the theme tune to her new favorite reality baking show. He clicked the remote and cleared his throat.
“Sports,” he grunted.
Seriously, what’s crawled up his ass and died?He once said he knew all her tells, well she knew his too. She plonked herself down on the couch and snatched the remote from his hand, pressing the back button.
“Taylor!” he barked and grabbed for the remote, but she held it out of reach. The familiar theme music filled the room followed by the image of the baking tent where all the tasty magic happened.
“Ah ha!” she shouted triumphantly, waving a pancake at him. “I knew you were lying! You’ve been watching this show.”
“Big surprise, the overweight kid likes the show where they make food and eat it!” he snapped.
She frowned at him, taken aback by his temper and words. “Your previous weight has nothing to do with liking this show. You think the producers decided to make this show only for people with a specific body type? No, they didn’t.”
“Oh, you know for sure, do you?” he said petulantly.
“Yep, me and Paul Hollywood are like this,” she said, crossing her fingers.
He squinted at her. “How do you know that name?”
“I love this show! And I want to watch it in peace so stop being defensive, you’re not the ‘overweight kid’ anymore and you never were so just enjoy it,” she said. They watched in silence while she ate her pancakes.Damn they were good, he really is an amazing chef, definitely missed his calling. She couldn’t help moaning on the last mouthful, sad they were all gone. He glared at her.
“What is your problem today?” she asked when she couldn’t take anymore.
