Page 35 of Broken Ice
Great.
The call with Emilio was still connected. “Anyway,” Beau continued, “I’ll—”
“Jesus Christ, Beau. Are you okay?” Emilio interrupted him, sounding very out of breath.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck. I’m like three minutes away.”
“Three?You said you were twenty-five minutes away,” Beau accused. The fuck?
“That was twenty minutes ago. Just—fine, go open the door. I’ll be there soon.”
“Fine.”
In a very dignified fashion, Beau waddled to the front door and unlocked it, holding his middle as if he were trying to keep his intestines in. He sent a message to the doorman through the app his building used and took a little break by returning to the floor.
“Beau,” a voice said.
Beau forced his eyes open. The most incredible scent filled his lungs. “Oh, God.”
Emilio was there.
Beau tried to roll onto his knees, but Emilio stopped him with gentle hands.
“Easy, now. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”
“You smell really good,” Beau blurted.
The scent got even better.
“Mmmm. Let’s stay here for a bit.” Beau pulled at Emilio until he was being crushed by the Alpha, nose firmly in his neck.
Holy fuck,yes. God, that was good. Beau could die right here, and he wouldn’t even care.
Emilio didn’t agree. He scooped Beau up—a ridiculous thing to do, considering Beau was just as tall as him, thank you very much—and took them to Beau’s bedroom.
Beau peered at Emilio suspiciously “How did you know this was mine? Stalker.”
“Smells like you,” Emilio replied simply.
He deposited Beau onto the bed, joining him before Beau could start protesting. He even gathered Beau up in his arms, baring his neck for Beau’s enjoyment.
Beau wrapped himself around Emilio and sank himself into the deep, warm waters of his scent.
The world was a beautiful and shining place.
Time turned into gooey, sticky toffee.
“Hey,” Emilio whispered as the world re-solidified. “You think you’ll be okay if I go for a sec? I’ll leave my shirt with you.”
Beau froze. “You want to…go?”
“Just to the living room. I left my bag there.”
“Oh.” Beau laughed as relief washed the sense of rising panic away. “But you’ll stay in the apartment?”
Emilio pulled away, eyebrows slanted in an ‘Are you an idiot?’ kind of way. “Obviously.”
