Page 60 of Beautiful Unity

We’d even convinced the guys to get massages with us, and I didn’t know who had been more excited—Grayson or Maddox. By the end, we were all fans of our masseuses.

The day had been exactly what I’d needed: staying in one place, lots of pampering, and no agenda. The only thing I was responsible for was whether I wanted dessert first or after dinner.

The answer was always both.

“Oh no,” Bubba groaned.

“What?” I sat up in a panic, my relaxation evaporating. “Is it my dad? Becca? The shop?”

“None of that.” He smiled and sat on the bed, my anxiety easing at his easy mood. “You’re becoming like Grayson. That’s all.”

I slapped his shoulder, my hand stinging worse than his shoulder. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “That’s mean, Waylon. Not the Grayson comment, but making me scared something was wrong.”

He chuckled, not helping the situation. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

My mood instantly perked up. Bubba’s eyes heated, trailing over my bare legs and body wrapped in the fluffy cloud masquerading as a robe.

Standing from the bed, he pulled his shirt over his head with one arm, showcasing his glorious tattoos and hard-earned muscles. He might not be as well defined as the others, but he was pure sex to me.

Leaning up on my elbows, I licked my lips at the strip show. Bubba smirked, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off. Thick thighs covered in red hair and tattoos came into view next. Clad only in boxer briefs, he placed his knees on the mattress and crawled to me.

Fucking crawled to me.

Be still my heart.

Bubba’s grin was devilish by the time he reached me. Whatever he had in store for me, I was all in.

Yanking on my ankle, he pulled me closer to him. My legs parted naturally, and his big body slotted perfectly between. With great care, he pulled the knot holding my robe closed and let it fall open, revealing my body to him.

His gaze burned everywhere he looked. My nipples pebbled, and my breath caught. Arching my back, I encouraged him to take his fill. I loved how he looked at me like I was his perfect dream and worst nightmare rolled into one.

“Fuck, Queen.”

Biting my lip, I dropped my legs open more and put my pussy on display. He gulped and immediately lowered himself to the bed. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he wasted no time rubbing his beard over my thighs. Tingles broke out, and I panted, wanting—no, needing—more.

“Please,” I begged, not caring. He kept touching, licking, and brushing his beard everywhere but where I wanted.

Bubba looked at me beneath his eyelashes, and I could read the mirth in his eyes a second before he struck. It wasn’t gentle. It was an attack on my nerve endings as he plunged his fingers deep and sucked my clit. Fingers clinging to the bedsheets, my back bowed, and a guttural scream ripped out of my throat.

I was sure my hair was no longer frizz-free and perfect, but with the master class Bubba gave to my pussy, I didn’t care. I’d take frizz any day for a mind-blowing orgasm.

My mind left my body and entered the next stratosphere as he continued his assault. Every part of my body was on high alert, and sensations raced to outdo one another as pleasure after pleasure coursed through me. The coarse hair of his beard was my undoing, and I fell over the edge seconds after he started.

But Bubba was far from done. He licked, sucked, and worked me over until my muscles were even more relaxed than they’d been from the massage. I was a noodle of sensations who’d forgotten how to speak. Only grunts, shouts, and moans made any sense as orgasm after orgasm crashed through me.

Just when I thought I might die from too much pleasure, Bubba stopped and crawled up my body. He kissed every freckle and mark with soft and gentle touches, painting me in his love. When he reached the tattoo, he looked at it reverently, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I love you, Waylon.”

He stopped his kisses and pinned me with his gaze as he swept his thumb over the crown. “I love you, Darcie. There will never be enough days for me to tell you or show you. So I vow to spend every day I do get worshiping your body and cherishing your heart.”

“As long as I get to do the same.”

He smiled. The act was so beautiful that I had to take a moment to soak it in. I traced my fingers over his face and my heart swelled at the love in his eyes. This man. He’d pushed me away so hard in the beginning. I now knew it was because he loved so big that he was scared of suffocating me with it.

But he’d been wrong. No amount of love would ever be too much from any of my guys.

Pushing him flat against the bed, I straddled his hips and pushed the robe the rest of the way off. Running my fingers up his body, I took my turn tracing and kissing his tattoos. I mapped my way across his chest until I got to his pelvis. He sucked in a breath, his eyes heated while I pulled the band of his boxers down.

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