Chapter 115

Beau flips open the book. “How about I read you a chapter? That should take your mind off of things.”

My cheeks burn, and it has nothing to do with any remnant fever. “I don’t think that –”

“You can get off if you want. I won’t judge.”

“I will not!” I cover my face with my hands.

Beau shrugs. “An orgasm is a perfectly ordinary bodily function. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

It’s not that Beau is unattractive. He is, and he has that devilish sort of smile that so easily makes the girls trip and fall into his bed. But I’m not going to be one of them.

And even if he means this situation in an entirely platonic nature, which, knowing him, is likely, I’m still way too hung up and heartbroken over Neil to even think about getting off.

My heart is heavy, and my body still kind of feels like shit.

“I’m going to read a chapter,” Beau says. “Whatever you do or don’t do, I won’t judge. Though, if I were you, I wouldn’t pass by this opportunity to pleasure yourself to my sultry voice.”

I roll my eyes dramatically enough that he has to notice, but that only makes his self-assured smirk grow even larger.

“Do whatever you want,” I eventually grumble, and pull the blankets up over my head.

“Oh, I intend to.” I hear him flip through the pages of the book. “Now, which chapter was it… ah. Yes, this is the one.”

Just how the hell does he know this book so well anyway? He acts like he knows the whole thing front to back. Is it something he studies? Gods, that would be something he would do: read the popular erotic fiction to make sure all of his moves were up to date and fulfilling his dates’ wildest desires.

All he seems to think about is sex. It makes sense he would study it too.

Beau clears his throat, and I prepare myself. Now, brain, he’s going to read sexy scenes, but we are not going to have a reaction. We’re going to pretend he’s reading the phonebook or something, and it’s going to be fine.

“Chapter Twenty-Two,” Beau reads. “The Luna Lost In The Arms of An Experienced Alpha Lover.”

Oh Gods, he definitely picked this chapter on purpose. He’s the most experienced lover there is!

But, no. It won’t matter. I will not let him affect me.

“’We’d be more comfortable naked,’ the Alpha says.”

I snort a laugh as I peek out from under the blankets. “There’s no way that it actually says that.”

He turns the page toward me. “It’s right here.” He turns it away before I can read it. “You laugh, but you’d be amazed how often that line works.”

“With you, I guess nothing would surprise me.”

“Thanks, Nanny.” He winks at me. “How sweet.”

“Ug!” I pull the covers back up over my head.

Beau clears his throat. “The Luna trembles in anticipation. Her fingers move slowly. She’s too nervous to have the dexterity to unbutton her shirt. ‘Allow me,’ says the Alpha. His nimble, experienced hands have her top off in ten seconds flat.”

Beau huffs an annoyed breath. “Ten seconds? Amateur hour over here.”

“Maybe there’s a lot of buttons,” I grumble.

“Doesn’t matter,” Beau replies. “I could get her down to her bra and panties in three seconds. Another two seconds to remove the bra.”

“And the panties?” I feel like that should be the easiest.

Beau hums. “I take my time with those, since I prefer to remove them with my teeth.”

An image pops into my mind uninvited, of Beau on his knees before me while I stand. He dips his tongue under the waistband of my panties, then tugs it between his teeth. He looks up into my eyes as he drags them down over my hips.

Face flushing, I shake my head to remove the image as fast as possible. I was not just fantasizing about manwhore Beau! What the hell is wrong with me?

Yet…

If ever there’s a time to let go, isn’t it now? Beau is safe, compared to the others. He wouldn’t play with my heart. He would never try to get me to fall for him. He doesn’t care about me at all. He’s only being kind to me now because I’ve been sick.

Even this situation, he has come at completely clinical.

You can get off if you want to. I won’t judge.

He probably wouldn’t even tell anyone. I’d be barely a blip on his radar. He might not even notice.

“Gods, it takes three pages to get her full naked. Ah, here we go. ‘She falls back against the wall. With her thighs draped over his wide shoulders, she is entirely at the mercy of his experienced tongue as it plunges in and out of…’ Oh, no, friend. Simulating sex is fine, but don’t just ignore the clit!”

I try to keep the thoughts away, but too quickly, the image of my thighs over Beau’s shoulders comes to mind. I’m leaning against the wall, naked and exposed. His tongue is delving deep into me.

He sighs again with displeasure. “If this Alpha really wanted to make her lose her mind, he’d at least roll her clit with his fingers while he’s tongue-fucking her. And she’s just what? Leaning there? Where are her hands? Tell her to play with her nipples, you fucking coward.”

In my mind, Beau rubs my clit between his thumb and first finger, while his tongue dips in and out of my pussy. He breaks away to growl, “Pinch those nipples until you scream, Nanny.”

And I do. I actually do, slipping my hands up under my shirt to do as he commands in my fantasy. I bite back a moan.

Beau goes silent a moment. Whether because he continues to disagree with the book or because he heard me, I can’t tell. I’m afraid to check. The blankets are still up over my head.

When he speaks again, his voice is deeper, rougher. “’He knows he should be gentle. She doesn’t have the experience he does. But with the blissed-out look on her face, mouth slack, eyes squeezed shut, and those noises she’s making…’ Those soft little pants…”

I’m panting too, I realize, and try not to. My nipples are hard, and my clit starts aching. I slip one hand down into my panties.

“’The Luna is light. The Alpha shifts her where he wants her with ease. Soon her face is pressed into the wall and he’s behind her. He sinks his thick cock fully into her in one long slide.’”

I imagine it, Beau behind me, filling me. A sharp gasp escapes my mouth.

Beau hums thoughtfully. “He’s holding her hips here, but I think she’d enjoy if he gripped her breasts. At least, until they start going rough. When the pace picks up, by all means, grab those hips and go to fucking town.”

In my head, Beau’s hands drop from my breasts down to my hips, where he grips tight as he plows me with his dick.

I dip a second hand into my panties. While I play with my clit with one hand, I slide the other further down and slip two fingers up inside of my pussy. Gods, I’m wet.

“Gods, there’s only two sentences for the actual sex,” Beau says. “What kind of Alpha can’t keep his dick hard for more than thirty seconds? Quickies are fine, but if I wanted to show a Luna the meaning of pleasure, I’d keep her begging on my dick for at least an hour.”

An hour?!

“I love when they beg,” Beau says, and Gods help me, his voice is so deep and sultry and sexy. “I love all the little noises and whimpers. Granted I also like the screams.”

I imagine it, Beau buried between my thighs, fucking me through orgasm after orgasm.

“Are you tried, Nanny?” he teases, in my mind. “Surely you can give me one more.”

“Please,” I whisper. I don’t know if it’s in my mind or reality. I want to come so badly it hurts. “Please.”

“Go on, then,” Beau says. “Come for me.”

And I do. My pussy spasms. My body tenses, tight as a bow string, and then releases all at once. I gasp, and then I sigh, sinking into the mattress.

I’m breathing heavy. Beau must be able to hear me.

I hear silence.

Curious, I push down the covers. Beau is coming out of the bathroom. When he approaches, he holds out a damp washcloth to me.

“For cleanup.”

I blush fiercely, but he just shrugs. The book is closed and sitting atop the nightstand. When did he do that?

Beau returns to his chair and smirks at me. “Feel better?”

I don’t want to admit that I do.