Page 87 of Laugh

I can already feel the heated steam warming my backside. Beau doesn’t take me off his shoulder until he’s stepping inside, making me bring up a hand to stop my head from whacking into the shower door.

“Jesus, you’re going to decapitate me,” I complain, then moan when I feel his hand trail up between my legs, his fingers sliding carefully through my folds.

“Baby, you’re already soaking for me,” he groans, clearly proud of my body’s reaction to him.

Mumbling into his back, I tell him, “I’m always ready around you, but when you toss me around, it gives my lady bits a little extra tingle down there. It’s pretty hot.”

“Good, this is gonna be quick.”Quick?Why does it have to be quick?

You’dthinkhe’d set me down at this point, and hedoesmove me, but not to my feet. Sliding to the front of him, he lets my legs dangle as he presses me against the cold tile wall of the shower space. Hissing in a breath, my nipples bead tightly and scrape against his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He’s not messing around, so I quickly lift them around his back, crossing my ankles just above his ass.

Squinting against the water that’s hitting the side of my face, I grin up at him. “You weren’t lying wh–” My words choke out when he slams his cock inside of me, planting so deeply I can feel the base pulsing against me.

He doesn’t pull away immediately, but he reaches below me and grips my ass to hike me up higher for a better angle. Grunting once he has me in the right place, he dips his head down and whispers, “Hold on,” before thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

When he drags out of me slowly, we both moan against each other, and I frantically grab onto his slick skin as he thrusts in hard again.My fucking God, he’s going to eviscerate me this morning. The thought makes me almost giggle as he quickly pulls out and fucks into me again, harder and faster, rapidly picking up his pace.

This is straight up, animalistic fucking, and I’m so freaking here for it. His teeth are nipping at my lip as he continues to drive his tongue into my mouth in tempo with the way he’s bouncing me over and over on his cock. The position he has me in is causing him to strike deep and hard, and I can barely catch my breath. Growling against me, he tears his mouth away and lifts me higher up the wall, where I’ve slid down, reaching a hand out to the wall to brace himself while I cling to him.

He buries his face into my neck and picks up his speed even more, which I didn’t think was possible.My clit is constantly rubbing against his body as he grinds and twists his hips to get closer, whispering words I don’t immediately register. I can feel my orgasm climbing rapidly, and I claw my hands over his shoulders, crying out loudly into the space surrounding us. He doesn’t slow down, but he keeps panting out pleas against my skin.

His desperate words finally make sense to my ears, and I hear him. “Please baby,please.Come for me. I love you so fucking much, I need you to come… Can’t hold back… Need you so fucking much.”

When the tears form this time, it’s not because of hurt or pain or devastatingly life-altering sorrow. No, these tears are from an overwhelming outpouring of love and thankfulness for the man irrevocably destroying my soul right now. My body gives him exactly what he wants, what he’sbeggingme for.

I fuckingshatter.

Screaming out a sob, I clench his skin, his hair, his neck, anything I grab hold of.Anythingto get closer to him as I break apart on him. I am shaken to the core as he roars his release into me, pulsing and throbbing, filling me with everything that ishim.

We’re both gasping for breath, and I can feel his legs trembling to hold us both up. The squeak of his hand on the wall as he controls us so he can sink us to the floor barely registers over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.

I don’t let go. I can’t let him go. Not yet.

Beau arranges us so his back is to the wall, and I ignore the chilly tiles pressed against the front of my legs that are still wrapped around him. He hasn’t pulled out and I can’t bear the thought of being separated right now.

With gentle kisses that start slowly on the crown of my head, he trails kiss after kiss across my forehead. Then my eyebrows, cheeks, jaw, neck, chin, until finally he kisses me against my lips. My throat feels raw when I swallow against all my feelings for this man. He wipes away the tears dripping down my cheeks, quick to get them before the water washes them away.

“You’re my heart, happy girl. I love you so much it hurts, right here,” he tells me, laying his hand over his chest. “I feel you here all the time and it flares to life with every smile and laugh you give me.” There’s so much emotion and promise swimming in his eyes. I know I’ll never doubt him. I’ll never doubt the way he feels about me and that he’ll always be mine. He’s my future and my family.

Nodding my head quickly, I kiss him back, then lay my head against his shoulder. “You’re my laugh, my happiness. It’s forever yours. It’ll always be yours. I love you too.” I hiccup. “So freaking much.”

I can feel his pulse racing against my ear, and I trail my finger over his skin, chasing the path of water droplets as it continues to rain down over us. There’s so much gratitude for him with the way he’s been my support, my rock, through the end of this year.

You’d think, as an author, I’d have the right words, but I can only think of one thing to tell him right now. “You’re my hero.”

Chuckling, he doesn’t say anything, just squeezes me tighter in his arms. We rest for a few minutes, just enjoying being here and together like this, curled up in the corner of the shower.

Finally, he lets out a loud sigh and says, “We should probably shower. I have a present for you.”

Whipping my head up, he avoids me cracking him in the jaw. “Present? What present? Wait, it’s not Christmas! I don’t have yours here, though. Addie was going to bring it over tonight, so I wasn’t tempted to give it to you early. It’s really good too. Oh my God, you’re going to hate me.”

Laughing loudly, he helps me stand while I ramble, excited over the prospect of a present but also nervous because I really don’t know if he’s going to love it. I got him some nice things, like a really beautiful watch to replace the one that he wears every day. His current one is all beat up, but that’s not the one I’m excited about.

I had a custom-made clipboard he can use at the football games. An artist hand-painted the Enterprise from Star Trek on the back of it, but I had her add Thor’s symbol to it. So when he covers his mouth to talk into his headset, everyone is going to be able to see it. I even had a whistle added with a couple of Excalibur swords on each side for the whole King Arthur thing, which heloves.

“Relax, Happy. This one has to be today. We’ll have our Christmas in the morning like everyone else. Hurry up. I’d probably skip washing your hair. You may need a shower again soon.” With a wink, he turns and grabs our body wash bottles that are nestled together in a holder hanging from the shower head.

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