while our hips move. I keep riding him and he keeps pistoning back and forth until we’re both crying out through our release.
His deep growl that he finishes by biting my shoulder.
Mine a scream so loud I’m afraid my neighbors can hear.
After a bit, he lies back and I fall forward, draping my body over his. We’re sweaty and the scent of sex is heavy in the air. My hair is tangled and skin is flushed.
Beau’s calloused hands grip my waist and slip me off him.
“I have nothing left in me. You’re insatiable.”
I giggle. “You started it.”
He swings his legs off the bed and stands up, walks to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth. “I suppose that means I have to finish it then, huh?”
I preen at his attention, letting him clean himself off me.
“That’s sexy as hell, Addy. Seeing the results of us together slide out of you like that. You make me like a caveman.”
When he looks up at me something in my expression shifts his own. “Shit. You like that, too.”
I nod, incapable of speaking.
“We wasted a lot of years,” he says quietly. “I’m not going to let that get to us and ruin what we have now. We might have missed out on that time together, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make up for it.”
“Is that why you said you wouldn’t care if I got pregnant?”
“Part of it,” he admits. “The rest of it I’ll explain over breakfast. Up you go,” he says, helping me stand and tossing me his t-shirt. I slide it over my head and pause, taking in a deep breath in the process.
After he’s slid on a pair of shorts and I’ve put on my panties, used the toilet (a bladder infection after mind-blowing sex wouldn’t do), wash up, and throw my hair in a bun, I meet him in the kitchen where he left for when I went to the bathroom.
He hands me a cup of coffee and I take it greedily.
“Fried eggs and toast okay? That’s about all the energy I have,” he says, looking in the fridge.
“Works for me. I’ll start the toast. How many pieces do you want?”
“Four.”
I laugh. “My gosh, I’m going to need a second job so we can afford to feed your appetite. Though it’s a good thing eggs and bread are cheap.”
He turns around from where he was placing the skillet on the stove and looks at me.
“What?”
“We.”
“We… what?”
“You said we, as in a couple. I like the sound of it.” He shrugs.
“Might take a little bit to get used to it. Realizing that we’re a we and we’re finally there.”
“I hope I never get used to it.”
“Yeah,” I say on a sigh and will myself not to cry.
“Right. Eggs. Toast. Coffee. Porch.”
“Yeah,” I repeat, still sighing.
We smile at each other and get to work. Two eggs medium and two pieces of toast with strawberry jelly for me. Four eggs sunny side up and four pieces of toast, two with peanut butter, two with strawberry jelly, for Beau. He also grabs a yogurt and a banana along with a glass of milk. I honestly don’t see how he eats the way he does and manages to stay trim. Though, he works his ass off doing physical labor almost every day and when he’s not on a roof, he’s doing anything else he can to stay in shape.
“Good eggs, honey. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I tell him and mean it. I love to cook but especially for Beau because he loves to eat and shows his appreciation. He also would never expect me to cook for him, he’s always helping in the kitchen any way he can, which makes cooking for him that much more fun.
“Ready to explain Noosma to me?”
“What all did he tell you?”
He goes on to explain that he pretty much knows everything after he went to Richard’s house yesterday.
“Why didn’t you tell me about him?”
I shrug. “Honestly, I don’t know. It felt more sacred to keep our friendship to ourselves. He was someone I’d grown to love and trust more than anyone else and having him to confide in was special. I liked what we had and didn’t want it to change.”
He nods and sits back in his chair, lifting his coffee to his lips. “I get that. He’s quite fond of you.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
“Zoey loves him. Calls him Pop. Like he’s a grandpa.”
“He is a grandpa to her in every sense of the word.”