Page 38 of Tangled Rose

Chapter 21

As we approach the theater room, me still bouncing around on Griffin’s shoulder, I can clearly hear the sounds of a movie playing.

When he throws the door open, a laugh I recognize as Micah’s fills the room. “What the fuck, man?”

Griffin lets out a guffaw. “Like you can talk. Watching you march around with Daph at the party this past weekend is probably where I got the idea.”

I can’t tell who the hell else is in here from my upside-down perch; all I can see is Griffin’s ass. Fucking football players. I guess they like to tote around more than footballs. “Put me down, you brute,” I hiss.

“Not a problem.” He bends at the waist and drops me right onto someone’s lap. Arms come around me as I peek up through the curtain of my hair. Beau. Of course.

Flipping the rogue strands out of my face, I glance around, seeing that Xander and Scarlett are also hanging out.

With my body against Beau’s chest, I feel the rumble of his voice. “So, anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“She was going to hide up there all night and feel—” He glances at me before continuing. “I’ll let Lyla tell you the rest herself later.”

I huff, “Wise move, asshole.”

He winks. “You know damn well you’ll have more fun down here watching movies than all stuck in your head upstairs by yourself.”

Beau hits pause on the remote, stopping the movie. He glances at the others in the room. “Would you all mind giving us a few minutes?”

Scarlett bounces up, tugging Xander behind her. She smiles at me. “I could use a stretch break anyway.”

Micah quickly joins them. “We need food, too. We’ll bring snacks back down in fifteen.” He looks pointedly at Beau. “Fifteen.”

Griffin follows them without a word but tosses a sly grin at me over his shoulder. He totally knows he’s just forced a conversation between me and his brother.

Beau shifts me around on his lap until I’m sitting crossways. “What am I going to do with you? You confuse the hell out of me sometimes.”

I shrug. “You don’t have to do anything with me.”

“Yeah. Like that’s going to work. Stop playing around.” He catches my chin with his hand. His hot gaze sweeps over my features while his other hand grips my hip. “You have to know how crazy you make me.” His voice is husky. “From your snarky attitude to your fucking phenomenal body. You’ve got me all mixed up. I never know what you’re going to do next. I think we shou—”

Talking is overrated. I crush my lips to his. After a momentary pause, Beau’s hand drops from my chin to cup one of my breasts, kneading it in his big hand. Desire spikes through me, keen and sharp. My body goes from zero to sixty in a fraction of a second. I have no idea what that says about me, but I want anything he’ll give me. I arch into his touch, needing his mouth and hands on me. I crave the way he makes me feel. I’ll think about what it all means later.

His mouth moves over mine, delivering one delicious stroke of his tongue after another, leaving me panting. He leans me against the cushions on the arm of the couch, shifting until we’re lying side by side. He peels my shirt up and out of his way, pulling down on the cups of my bra.

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, lavishing it with attention, swirling and curling his tongue around it, flicking at the tip. My eyes glaze over with lust. Moaning as he devours the second one, he takes both of my wrists in one hand, holding them over my head. My heart threatens to beat itself right out of my chest. His lips and tongue are wild on me. It’s exquisite torture, not being able to touch him while I’m drowning in sensation. “Beau.”

He looks up from my breasts, meeting my gaze and holding it as he drags his tongue up through the valley between them. “You have great tits.”

My face infuses with color. “They’re small.”

“They’re fucking perky and fantastic.” He massages one with his free hand, then draws the tip back into his mouth, sucking it deep. As he moves to the other, he mumbles, “So fucking beautiful and pink.” His lips close around the taut peak already straining toward him.

My entire body pulses with awareness of what he’s doing to me. I’m so turned-on, I’m halfway to a release and he’s only touched my breasts. I can’t imagine what will happen if we take things further.

“Yo. We’ll be down in a minute. This is your warning.” Micah’s voice drifts to us from the top of the stairwell. It hardly registers with me. I’m too wound up in everything Beau.

“Shit. I wasn’t done.” He grimaces, then takes a few seconds to lick each nipple once more before he tucks my breasts back into my bra and tugs my shirt back down. He climbs from the couch, and I sit up, leaning back against the arm again.

“Where are you going?”

He turns around showing me his massive boner which tents his joggers. “Just thought I’d grab a blanket so everyone doesn’t get a good view of how fucking turned on you made me.”

“Oops.”

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