Page 21 of Broken Ice
Great.
“What time is it?”
“It’s eight. We still have time until breakfast.”
Beau rolled onto his back, rubbing his hands over his cheeks. His body was achy, but in a much more pleasant way than usual. “We should probably get up.”
“Yeah. You okay?”
Beau peeked at him through his fingers. “Yeah. Thanks for the assist, dude. Seriously.”
Emilio nodded. When nothing else was forthcoming, Beau sat up, looking around at the wreckage of his room.
“Oh, God. Everything I brought smells like heat sex.Ismell like heat sex.” He smacked Emilio on the chest, ignoring his dramaticoof. “We need to get some scent-neutralising soap. And shampoo. And I need new clothes.”
“Okay? And that’s my job, why?”
Beau was glad to know Emilio had returned to his usual bitchy self. “I mean, I feel like neither of us wants this getting out? Or do you want to go out there with my slick all over your dick?”
Emilio’s mouth fell open, cheeks flushing brightly.
Beau cackled. “Oh my God, that’s a great face. Which word embarrassed you, ‘slick’ or ‘dick’? Or are there extra points for the combo?”
Emilio pinched the bridge of his nose. Beau could practically see him question his life choices.
“Okay, chop-chop,” Beau said, shoving Emilio off the bed. “I need to clean this up. Oh, I can just ask the front desk to bring us some scent-neutralising soap. Can you go ask Phil for some spare clothes?”
“Phil?” Emilio repeated like that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.
“Yeah. He signed a non-disclosure agreement about my heats. He won’t blab when he smells you. Off you go.”
Emilio got off the bed grumbling, put on some clothes grumbling, and then left, also grumbling.
Beau called down for the shower stuff and some Ziploc bags. He was going to treat his clothes like biohazard waste, quarantining them until he got home.
Someone from the hotel brought him the goods, Emilio appearing a minute later.
“What took you so long?” Beau asked.
Emilio glared at the bottles of scent neutraliser. “I couldn’t figure out which room Phil is in. I brought you some of my stuff.”
Beau rubbed his temples. “You do understand that the whole point is me tonotsmell like you?”
“You’ll smell like I leant you some clothes,” Emilio argued.
“Urgh, fine.”
Beau showered first, cleaning himself more thoroughly than he ever had before. There was no fucking way he was getting chirped for getting knotted by Emilio. The guys could probably see his crush from space, and he didn’t want to seem more pathetic than he already was.
“Okay,” Beau said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “All yours.”
Emilio glowered at him.
Beau made a ‘What the hell is wrong with you now?’ face. Like, the guy had knotted and gotten his dick sucked. He could stand to be in a slightly better mood.
Instead of answering Beau’s silent question, he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Grumpy ass,” Beau muttered.
