When Ethan eased over him, his slick cock sliding between his ass cheeks, Beau’s body hummed to life. The heavy weight of Ethan was like a blanket surrounding him and Beau welcomed the skin to skin contact. Ethan’s chest was damp from sweat as he lay against him.
Neither of them spoke, nothing to be said, but Beau felt every emotion Ethan locked up inside as he slid his cock inside of him, slowly. Ever so slowly.
Beau gripped Ethan’s wrists when he propped himself over him, holding on to him while Ethan began a slow glide and retreat. He turned his head when Ethan came closer, trying to find his mouth in the darkness. When their tongues met, Beau pushed up so that he could have better access, Ethan’s fingers linking with his as he continued to bury himself deeper.
As Ethan found solace in Beau’s body, he found solace in the fact that Ethan was reaching out to him, needing him. Ethan might never be able to tell Beau what he needed, but Beau knew. Words weren’t the only way to be heard. And Beau heard Ethan loud and clear. This man might keep himself isolated, but his heart beat like everyone else’s.
“Beau,” Ethan whispered softly, his breath fanning over Beau’s lips.
“I’m here, E.” Always here. Beau left off the last words, but he prayed that Ethan knew that already.
Nothing else was said aloud from that moment on, but for a long time, their bodies spoke to one another. It was a give and take, both of them seeking what the other was offering, taking what was needed.
And in those moments, Beau realized he would never be able to walk away from this man. Not without having his heart shattered into a million jagged pieces.
Somewhere along the way, as he ventured down the winding, bumpy path that led him to Ethan, Beau had fallen in love.
Chapter Twenty Six
“Goddammit!” Ethan roared, throwing the wrench at the metal wall of the shop before stomping off. He had just spent the entire fucking morning working on Brendon’s goddamn truck, and for the life of him, he couldn’t get it to start.
It was his own fault he knew. He couldn’t concentrate.
“Hey!” Beau hollered from the other side of the shop, his body rising up from where he’d been perched beneath one of the trucks they got in just that morning needing routine maintenance.
Ethan ignored Beau’s attempt to get his attention. He knew he just slipped past pissed off and into riled up territory, but he couldn’t help it. Without responding to Beau, Ethan merely stormed into his office and slammed the door behind him. Shit, he was surprised the damn office even had a door. He was pretty sure it’d never been closed before.
Dropping into his chair, Ethan stared down at his cluttered desk, sliding his hands into his hair and pulling hard. He had to focus, had to stop thinking about that fucking nightmare, but every time he closed his eyes, there he was, right back by the lake, Jimmy beating him until he couldn’t even think through the pain. And Gavin… Gavin had stood there watching, never trying to help.
The door was pushed open moments later, but Ethan didn’t look up when he said, “Ever think of knocking?”
Sure, he knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t shake it. He was being pulled in all directions, remembering the fight at Moonshiners, the fucked up nightmare that had resurfaced, and of course, these feelings he’d developed for Beau but wanted nothing to do with.
Ethan finally looked up, realizing Beau hadn’t answered him. What he saw was a man who obviously wasn’t interested in putting up with Ethan’s shit. Not that he could blame him. His mood sucked.
The guy was a goddamn saint, and even that pissed Ethan off.
“You can’t fix this, so don’t even bother to try,” Ethan grumbled, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. A few seconds later, he opened them when he heard the click of the door closing, thinking Beau had vacated the room only to find him still staring back at him.
Hauling himself up out of his chair, Ethan tried to move past Beau, but couldn’t. The man was the equivalent of a brick wall.
“Fucking move,” Ethan barked, not even attempting to sound polite.
Just when he thought Beau couldn’t shock him into submission, he found himself turned around, facing the wall with Beau pressed up against him much like he had the night before when Ethan had had a similar meltdown.
“What are –?”
“Quiet,” Beau growled. “Don’t move.”
For whatever reason, Ethan’s body obeyed as Beau’s weight shifted away from him. He heard another click and realized Beau had just locked the office door. A flood of desire swept over him even though he had no idea what Beau’s intentions were. Well, he kinda did.