Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(68)

“Fuck,” Beau says, scrambling to shut it off when he pauses. “It’s Trent.”

I pop off but replace my mouth with my hand. “Answer it.”

Beau’s teeth sink into his lip for a second before he takes the call. “Hey, how are you?”

I watch, straining my ears to try and hear the other side of the conversation, but Trent’s voice is too low to make out clearly. Beau’s making a lot of affirming sounds, but I can’t get a read on his face.

He reaches down to grab my hand that I didn’t realize had been absently stroking over his cock.

“Yeah, that sounds amazing. Of course we can.” His face explodes in a smile, and my gut flips as he gives me the thumbs-up.

“He said yes?” I whisper.

Beau hurries to nod.

I’m so happy, I lean forward and swallow his cock down my throat. The whole time Beau is talking to Trent, I give him the blow job of his life. I suck and slurp and drive him wild, all the while his “uh-huh”s and “yeah”s are getting more and more breathless. He’s trying so hard to hide it, death grip on my hair trying to hold me in place, but the pain only spurs me on. I tongue his sac, sucking each of his balls into my mouth before taking his cock again.

Beau’s awkward laugh fills the apartment as his grip twists my hair painfully. His legs lift on either side of my head, and I watch as he hurries to mute the sound right before he cries out and the first salty spurt hits my tongue.

I take every drop, loving the way he falls apart for me, and when he catches his breath, he clears his throat and takes the sound off mute.

“Yeah, that’s reasonable. We can meet you tomorrow afternoon?”

I rest my cheek on his thigh as his cock softens in my mouth, and his fingers ease up their grip. He strokes my hair, finishing the call, and when he hangs up, I release him from my mouth.

“I’m going to kill you,” he says, but the relaxed way he’s slumped in his chair takes the bite out of his words.

“What did he say?” Because even though the thumbs-up was good, I need to know for sure.

“They want to accept your offer.” Beau leans down to kiss me. “Congratulations. It’s all happening.”





28





Beau


Not getting excited. That’s definitely not a thing that I am doing.

Even if we’re acting like a couple.

And things are great.

And I feel more for him now than I ever thought it was possible to feel about anyone.

All the sex is great, but when we’re talking or eating together, when he drags me out of the house for walks, or helps me with problems on my book, or lets me relax by coloring his tattoos, I can feel the connection. And I fall in love with him even more.

It’s a windy summer day when I get to the Killer Brew and grab coffees to go and meet Marty. I’m early, so once I have our order, I take the long way, walking past Ford’s Garage, hoping to run into Payne. It’s a big lot with a shiny office building up front and a huge open garage where they work on the cars out back. I scan the lot, looking from one person to the next, but he mustn’t be out there.

A car pulls up in the parking lot just as I’m about to keep walking, and Ford jumps out.

“Hey, Beau. What’s up?”

“I was on my way to meet Marty and thought I’d see if Payne was on lunch, but he must be busy.”

“Lunch?” Ford chuckles. “He took the day off today, didn’t he tell you?”

“No.” It’s surprising, but then, I was in bed this morning until right before I had to leave, so it’s not like he had the chance to. “Is he sick?”

“Don’t think so. He said yesterday he had to drive down to Boston to meet someone.”

Meet someone?

I force a smile and thank him, then numbly head to where I’m meeting Marty. If Payne knew he was going to meet someone yesterday, I don’t understand why he wouldn’t have mentioned it last night. If it was a friend, that’s the sort of thing that would have come up when we were cooking dinner together. Well, together is a teeny exaggeration since I didn’t do much but stir a pot, but still. We were there. We were talking. Payne tells me everything.

Right?

Right?

The panic that grips me is a good indication of my suspicion on who Payne has gone to meet.

Kyle has been trying to get in touch. Did he manage it? What does he want, to get back together?

Fuck no.

No, no.

He doesn’t deserve Payne. He fucked up, and it’s my turn now.

I want to say with complete confidence that there’s no way Payne would go back to that asshole, but then … why wouldn’t he have said something?

He’s told me everything about them, even things he hasn’t told Marty. He’s shared how the whole thing made him feel, the porn, the real story that he’s glossed over with everyone else.

I knew Kyle wanted to see him.

So why didn’t he tell me he was going?

The only reason I can come up with is that he’s not sure how he feels about seeing Kyle again.

And if he’s not sure, then how can I be sure he’ll come back to me?

We’re not official. We haven’t discussed dating for real.

I thought we were waiting to see what evolved, but what if what evolves is that he and his husband work things out, how am I supposed to deal with that?