Page 67 of Laugh

Turning his face, he brushes his lips across mine and mumbles, “Morning, baby.”

“Morning,” I whisper back, stroking him slowly and enjoying this feeling of giddiness when he groans just before greeting me properly. Gripping him and sliding my hand up and down his length drives our kiss into desperate wanting. We sink into our own world of lust and touch. No thought required.

Just as I move away to slide my body lower, holding him tighter in my hand as my breath fans across the tip, the ringing of my phone pops our bubble. Beau’s hand hasn’t released my hair, and he tightens his fingers marginally, pleading with me to not stop. His eyes are hooded and heated and my tongue darts out to taste the flavor of his kiss on my lips.

“Please, baby…” His voice trails off on a loud moan when I swipe my tongue over the drop of pre-cum that decorates the tip of his head. My phone can wait. His flavor is unique and slightly musky. I want more.

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I roll my tongue along the underside, tracing a path down to the base while I continue to stroke him. Shifting, I lay between his legs as I worship him, running my tongue up and down his length. Each time taking a moment to sink him inside my mouth, tasting more of his flavor as he hardens further.

Holding my face, and running his hand through my hair without thought, he bucks slowly up, driving himself further into my mouth. I grin to myself when he starts to lose a bit of that control he holds onto so tightly.

“Happy,” he breathes out, pushing himself up on one elbow as he brushes the hair from my face. “Christ, baby, that feels so fucking good. Keep going for me,” he begs. Nodding quickly, I pull him into my mouth again, this time allowing his thrust to control the depth.

With my free hand, I press his hand to my head tighter, silently giving him permission to take control. I need this. This distraction to just focus on him and nothing else. A distraction from my real life worries and obligations over things I can’t control. This, this I can control. I can give him my mouth and my body, surrendering to our pleasure.

“More,” I murmur when I pull back to take a deep breath, then take him again. Beau takes over and holds me steady as he thrusts into my mouth, controlling the angle and depth I take him. I simply close my eyes and live in this bliss, swallowing against him to drink him in.

“Baby, I’m going to come. You want to swallow me, or should I pull back?” His words are choppy, like he’s trying his best to give me a chance to answer.

Digging my nails into his hips, I hold him to me in answer and moan again. He speeds up, then releases against my tongue. Pulse after pulse of his flavor pours into me, and I keep sucking and swallowing until his cock is softening, twitching from each stroke of my tongue.

I giggle when he wrenches me away from him, then tugs me up his body. “Too sensitive,” he pants. I lay my head against his chest, my body connected to every part of him as he runs his hands up and down my back. “Give me a second, then I’m going to devour your pussy until you can’t walk straight.”

“Mmm, promises,” I murmur, perfectly content to stay right here even though I am dripping for him. “Blowjobs are hot, just saying.”

Rumbling out a laugh, he hugs me tighter to him. “That they are. Fuck, that was amazing.”

“I think–” The ringing of my phone cuts me off and this time we both look where it’s lit up, lying next to his on the nightstand. “That’s two calls. I need to answer it.”

Groaning, he reaches over and picks it up before handing it to me. “You can answer, but don’t go anywhere. I want to keep you like this forever.”

My chest pounds when he says forever and I’m tempted to ask if he’s really thinking he wants that, becauseIdefinitely like how that sounds. Taking my phone from him, I lean my head against his chest again and swipe the answer button, putting the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Haddie, honey. I’m so sorry to call you again so soon. I… we need to take Marcus back to the hospital. But he’s upstairs and his dad and I can’t get him to focus long enough to walk down with us. I don’t think we need an ambulance, but I think we need help to get him to the car.” Mrs. O’Brien’s voice is filled with panic, causing me to jerk upright. I straddle Beau’s waist as I stare at nothing on his far wall.

“We’ll come right now, Momma B. Why does he need to go to the hospital?” I feel Beau’s hand tap my thigh to move, so I let my body fall to the side, not letting go of my phone gripped in my fist. I barely notice him yanking some jeans on, then a shirt until he tosses my clothes at me. Looking down at them blankly, I continue to listen as she fills me in.

“We don’t know what’s happening. Last night, he slept great. Only needed to get up a couple times for the bathroom. Then, when he woke this morning, he was talking about a few things that didn’t make any sense. He mentioned something about sea turtles and needing to make sure they stay out of the road. We figured it was just because he wasn’t quite awake. But now, he’s not able to do what we ask him to. I tried to get him to take a drink out of a straw, but he kept trying to pour it into his hand. Haddie, his words are sort of jumbled, and it’s a bit hard to understand him.”

My mind is racing as I remember last night when he made the odd statement about paying the piper and forgetting he ever said it. This causes me to jolt upright and scramble off the bed, dropping my phone after swapping it to speaker so I can dress.

“I’m getting dressed now. I’m assuming you called the doctor. What did they say?”

My heart breaks when I hear her choke back a sob and my eyes fly to where Beau’s standing, ready to go, and staring at me like a sentry guard ready for his next orders.

“They are concerned it could be a stroke from the surgery. But that doesn’t make sense because it’s been five days. Maybe his medications? They said we should bring him in just in case.”

“Okay. Listen, I’m going to hang up. We’ll be there soon. Hang in there, momma. It’ll be o-okay.” My voice cracks, knowing that I’m not entirely sure I’m being honest.

“See you soon. Thank you for coming. I didn’t know who else to call.”

I feel terrible, but I brush aside her tears as I quickly say goodbye and hang up the phone, then look at my boyfriend. We’re both frozen until I release a strangled cry and he rushes to my side. Hauling me up his body, I wrap my legs around his waist and let him hold me.

“We’ll get through this, Happy.I’llget you through this. Let’s just go, help out however we can, and see what’s going on. No reason to focus on what we don’t know. Okay, baby?”

“I can’t lose him, Beau!” I sob out. I justcan’t. There’s no world that’s good without him here with me. He’s my favorite person in the whole world. My lifeline. Myperson.

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