Page 14 of Only One Beach House

Nolan’s mouth falls open and he turns on me with a look of scandalized amusement. “You lied to me?”

I cringe and hold my finger and thumb up half an inch apart. “Atinylie.”

“Wait, where have you been sleeping?” Slater asks.

Nolan and I share a look. Who’s going to be the one to spell it out for him? Nolan raises an eyebrow at me, and I can hear the unspoken thought behind it.You lied about there only being one bed, so you can repent by being the one to spill it.I sigh. Fair enough.

“Slate, dude, you’ve gotta be a little quicker on the uptake. Nolan and I have been sharing a bed.”

The furrow between his eyebrows deepens like he’s trying to work out a particularly complex math problem.

“Like…”

“Like, we’re together. Dating. Fucking.” That’s about as clear as I can make it without a full-on demonstration.

His face scrunches up and he puts his hands over his ears. “Duuuuuude, I do not need to hear about my little brother’s sex life. Lalalalala.”

I laugh and Nolan tugs on Slater’s wrist to get him to uncover his ears. “You’re not mad?”

“Kind of mad that you just made me picture it, but other than that, why would I care? As long as you guys don’t plan to have amessy breakup and try to get me to take sides, I don’t give a shit what you do.” He shrugs.

“No plans for a messy breakup,” I confirm, and Nolan bites his bottom lip, meeting my eyes and shaking his head in agreement.

“Cool. Hey, grab an extra plate for me, would you? I’m starving.”

I grin and pull a plate out of the cabinet behind me, handing it to my brother. While he dishes up his food, I finally do what I’ve been dying to do all day—pull Nolan into my arms and kiss him breathless.

“Really? Right in front of my chicken marsala?” Slater deadpans.

Nolan’s eyebrows fly up. “Did he just make a reference to a gay porn movie?” he whispers.

“Yeah, I’m not even going to dig into that one right now.”

“Probably wise,” Nolan agrees, pecking my lips one more time before I let him go. “Why don’t you pop the champagne? It feels like we have a lot to celebrate.”

I couldn’t agree more.

Chapter 7

NOLAN

I gasp and then giggle, the sound muffled by Caspian’s lips as he kicks the bedroom door closed behind us. Everything inside me feels light and bubbly, like the champagne we toasted with earlier. Giddiness swells in my chest and I laugh again, tangling my fingers in his hair and kissing him deeper.

I only had one glass with dinner, but I feel dizzy and drunk anyway. My hard cock drags against his through our clothes as he wraps his arms around me and grabs two handfuls of my ass, making a satisfied sound around my tongue.

After dinner, we all sat out on the back porch and looked out at the ocean while the sun set, talking and laughing for hours. It felt natural, like it had always been the three of us. Caspian kept touching me in small ways, brushing his hand against mine or bumping our feet, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. And Slater was nice enough to pretend not to see any of it.

I smile against Cas’s lips. Slater knows about us and he’s totally fine with it, Caspian is sweet and perfect and all fucking mine, and maybe I’ll get a job offer in the next few days. I’mafraid to hope, but fuck it, I’m going to be reckless and do it anyway. My life feels like it’s finally falling into place the way it was meant to be. I don’t feel like I have to force it the way I did before, trying to make a round peg fit into a square hole. I’m where I want to be now, whether I get this job or not. I’mwhoI want to be now… thanks to Caspian.

Our tongues tangle and tease, our lips finding a needy rhythm against each other as he walks me backward towards the bed we’ve been sharing all summer. It’s humid in the room and our shared breaths only make the air heavier. Sweat beads on my skin, making my shirt stick to my back, and I can feel the thunder of his heart against my chest, beating as wildly as mine is.

“I fucking missed you,” he growls, kissing his way from my lips to my jaw and down my throat. I tilt my head back and gulp down air, jerking my hips to grind my cock against his again.

“I was only away one night.” I chuckle breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he sucks a patch of my skin between his teeth and tongues it.

“And I hated it,” he says gruffly. “Let’s not do that again.”

I’d love to point out that if I get this job, we’ll probably have to be long distance, unless he wants to break the lease on his apartment and move in with me after just a couple of months of dating. That would be crazy and impulsive and… honestly, something Cas would probably do. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it though. If it’s up to me, I’d rather not spend another night apart either.

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