Page 50 of Shameless Game

Well, really, I want Beau first.

We have some old feelings to resolve, while Colton and I have NRE—new relationship energy. There’s no baggage. But Beau and Colton have some. They have far more to resolve because Colton’s right.

There are reasons they’re here. There’s life after passionate threesomes, even intense twosomes, whether you want to face it or not.

So, I do what I do best. I turn my troubles into tales. I write all day.

At some point, Colton serves me lunch, and I barely remember it. I thank him before I scarf down the empanadas and keep writing until my eyes can’t take it. They get blurry from the screen, so I save my work and close them.

I must’ve fallen asleep, resting on my belly, because I awake to a gentle, warm hand on the back of my thigh. It’s Beau. I’d know his touch among an orgy of dozens.

“You’re getting a sunburn.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter into my towel. “I’m under the sun sail.”

“It’s not enough to protect you,” Beau warns. “Your ass is getting pink.”

“Liar. You just like looking at it.”

“That ain’t a lie, and neither is the wicked burn you’re getting. Here… ”

A moment later, he’s rubbing cooling lotion across my back.

“Umm, that feels good. What is it?”

“Some fancy sunscreen shit Colt gave me.” He huffs, “It’s the only good thing he got from Amber. It’s supposed to be cooling and good for your skin.”

Beau’s firm hands make it soothing, too, and I don’t protest. I practically fall back asleep to his lavish massage.

I never changed out of my t-shirt and naughty thong, and now all I can feel is Beau’s caring touch. He moves from caressing my exposed back and arms, carefully covering them with lotion, to working his way up from my ankles. I know what he’s doing. He’s saving the temptation for last, and it’s working.

So is his tender confession.

“I’m sorry, Blair,” he repeats. “I didn’t realize that shit about your dad, and I get it. I promise I’ll never use that word again.”

I nod into my pillow, overwhelmed by his words and touch.

“The truth is…” His hands reach my thighs, rubbing, kneading their way up. “You’re the opposite of a distraction. I have everything I need right here, and that scares the hell out of me.”

He parts my thighs at the crease where they meet my bare cheeks. “I know exactly what I want.” His fingertips linger over where I’m aching for him. “I want you so damn much, Blair. I always have.”

He melts me. I’m a puddle of love and lust. Every part of me opens for him. For his vulnerability. For his desire.

I arch my back up high to tell him, to let him in.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice growls at my permission, and when I feel his gentle bites on my ass, I moan. “You’re not losing our bet,” he teases, dragging his tongue over my crevice, “if you just let me taste you again. Like our first time. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

I can’t either.

I’ve tried, but Beau Bronson is forever in my soul, so my body takes over. She doesn’t care about bets, emotional baggage, or tomorrow. She needs him. She’s soaked for him.

“Not like our first time,” I insist, rousing and rolling over. Beau’s hungry gaze hovers over me, lying on the lounger. “Show me how you would taste me if I were yours forever.”

I heard every word he and Colton shared yesterday, watching me while I was on my bed. While I was caught between reality and fantasy with them. It only made me come so hard. It only made me want so much more.

Beau lingers his fingertip over my cotton triangle. “If you were mine forever,” he says, “this Daddy would devour your pussy every day. Sometimes, I’d make it sweet. Sometimes, I’d make it dirty. But either way, I’d make you mine, Blair.”

I spread my thighs, lifting my hips. “Show me both. Show me sweet and dirty.”

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