Page 75 of Nerdelicious
“Feel free to keep cooking so it doesn’t burn.” I glance behind me at the food. “I’m starving. But I think I’ll go for an appetizer.”
I kneel in front of him.
He lets out a big breath and before I can pull down his shorts, he reaches down, scooping me into his arms bridal style.
“What about the food?”
His eyes flick from me to the food, in the direction of the bedroom and then back to me.
“I’m hungry, big man. And we need energy if we’re going to keep this up.”
His eyes brighten further, one brow quirking.
“You’re going to be insatiable, aren’t you?”
He nods.
“I can’t say I have a problem with it.”
Walking quickly, he carries me to his room and literally tosses me on the bed. Then he holds up a finger and disappears for a few minutes, coming back with a tray laden with food.
“Food and Beast. It really doesn’t get any better than this.”
We eat and fool around and spend time exploring, experimenting, teaching the other how to best bring pleasure. Learning things about him and myself that I didn’t know before. Then we snuggle, entwined like vines. My favorite position is lying on his chest, listening to the slow and steady beat of his heart while caressing the ridges of his body.
His lamp is on, sitting on his desk in the corner. It’s a muted light, a soft glow adding to the quiet comfort. Our own little world.
“George. Does anyone else know your real name? I mean, besides Jude and Grace.”
He shakes his head.
“Did you sign up for school using your real name?”
He smiles. Shakes his head again.
“Why do you go by Beast and not George?”
He takes a breath, watching me, and then comes to some sort of internal decision. He starts to sign more, but then holds up a finger and grabs his phone from the bedside table.
It’s a nickname Jude gave me. We met him at the library in Valdosta. Grace would use the computers and Jude was there a lot, too. He said I would glower so hard, he could hear it. Like I was growling. It became a bit of a joke. My real name has bad memories so it stuck.
I pat his chest. “Beast definitely fits. But you also registered under Beast. How the heck did you pull that off?”
Jude signed me up for school when we came here looking for Grace.
I tilt my head. “Annabel mentioned something about Grace running away and coming here. It must have been terrible for you. I bet you were so worried.”
He nods.
“You have been through a lot together.”
He nods again.I’m glad we’re here. Having a stable home, and Granny, helped mellow Grace out a lot.
I turn, scooting to face him more fully. “Why does your real name have bad memories?”
He’s unmoving for long enough that I’m not sure he’s going to answer. But there’s no tension in him, he’s relaxed as he rubs a hand up and down my arm. Then he starts typing.
Grace is my half sister. Same mother, different dads. My dad died when I was little.
