Chapter 292

I storm back into the house, leaving Neil alone on the back patio.

By now, I’m certain that my second load of laundry is ready, so I swing by the garage to pick it up. Then, I lug it upstairs to sort and fold. I haven’t gotten very far when Beau waltzes straight into my room without knocking.

Granted, I left the door open, but some verbal acknowledgement would have been nice before he strutted into my room like he owns the place.

“I guess my boxers are no longer needed,” Beau says, and I freeze. I really hope he doesn’t ask for them back. Neil had totally trashed them last night when he ripped them to shreds with them still on my body. I tossed them in the trash after.

“No,” I say carefully. “All of my laundry is clean now.”

“A pity.”

Beau stretches out across the foot of my bed. He peers over the pile of laundry with an almost bored look. But then his attention snags on something and his whole demeanor brightens. I should have known right away what it was. I should have closed the door and locked it before I began.

With a growing smirk on his face, Beau reaches into the pile, snatches something, and then holds up his prize. There, dangling on the edge of his finger, is a pair of pink panties with little hearts printed in an all-over pattern.

It’s easily my most cutesy – and most embarrassing – pair of panties. But it’s also the most comfortable. And honestly, though pink isn’t really my color, I like to feel cute now and again. Sue me.

Beau beams like it’s Christmas morning and his pile of presents is the biggest. “What are these, Nanny?”

I lean forward in a flash, making a grab for the panties. But he’s quicker at snatching them back. I grab at empty air instead.

“Beau. Give those back.” I’m attempting to be stern, but I’m certain my growing blush is undermining me.

“I don’t think I will,” he teases. “Maybe I’ll keep them.”

I make a show of rolling my eyes. “Beau.”

“What? They are adorable.” He leers at me, dragging his gaze down my body. “And I like to imagine how they’d look on you. You’d be all blushing and cute.” He licks his lips. “I’d like to peel them off of you, as well.”

I press my legs together in attempt to fight off my growing arousal. It does hell all. I’m getting hotter by the second.

“I never would have thought that a girl who wants to be a warrior would own something like this.” He spins the panties around on his finger.

I make another attempt at grabbing them, but he again pulls them from my reach.

“Uh, uh,” he scolds.

I glower at him. “I am allowed to like cute things sometimes and still be a warrior. The two are not mutual exclusive.”

He hums. “I suppose that’s true.” He pulls himself upright and jumps off the bed. “Then I insist you wear these tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? For the meeting?” That’s an odd request.

Beau shrugs. “It will help me relax, thinking about how you are wearing such cute panties underneath your badass exterior.” He steps closer to me. A flame flickers to life in his eyes. “I like that I’ll be the only one who knows what you have on underneath that harsh shell you wear.”

I lick my lips. He tracks the movement.

“Will you wear them?” he asks.

“Fine.” What point is there to argue? And they are a comfortable pair.

He tossed the panties back onto the top of the pile. Then he lifts one finger and places it on my collar bone. With an agonizingly slow pace, he traces it down my front. He does not pause as he crosses over my breast, even as my breath shudders and my heartbeat quickens.

He comes to a stop at my waistband, right over the fastener of my pants.

“It does make me curious,” he says. “Did those panties come in a pair? What are you wearing now?”

He unbuckles the fastener and pulls down the zipper of my pants. But he doesn’t take them off. Instead, he glances down. I swallow hard, knowing what he sees as he stretches that opening wider.

I’m wearing a matching pair of panties, but the background is white and the hearts are pink.

Beau growls as he slips his hand down into the opening so that he’s cupping my sex. My arousal is immediately apparent and his grin turns sharp, all predator to my helpless, albeit very willing, prey.

“Why, Nanny. You’re panties are absolutely soaked.” He steps closer to me. The heat radiating off of his body gives me pleasant shivers. “We should really take those off of you.”

I swallow hard. Gods, yes.

But first… “The door,” I say.

Beau moves at once, springing away from me. He runs to the door, closes and locks it. At the same time, I shove all my clean laundry off my bed and onto the floor. I’ll worry about that later. That’s a future me problem.

Right now, I want these pants off.

Beau is back before I can get too far. He helps me kick off my pants but he leaves the panties on. Instead, he moves to take off my shirt and then my bra.

He rips his own shirt off over his head as he lowers me down onto the bed. Once it’s clear, he clasps his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks hard.

“Ah…” I moan and card my fingers through his hair.

His hands go straight to my hips where he feels me through my panties.

“These panties aren’t wet enough,” he growls. “I want them positively dripping before I pull them off of you.”

He kisses his way down my abdomen and then rests himself with his elbows between my thighs.

I’m still wearing the panties when he leans forward and licks at my clit through the fabric.

I nearly buck off the bed but he holds me down with one arm.

“Where are my manners,” he says.

He hooks one finger around the narrowest part of the panties and pulls them to the side, exposing my bare clit. Then, he goes right back to work. He licks at my clit, then traces small circles around it with his clever, insistent tongue.

Meanwhile his fingers rub at the entrance to my pussy through the fabric, coaxing more dampness from me. When he’s properly convinced it’s enough, he pushes the fabric out of the way there and slips one finger inside of me. It goes all the way in without friction.

“Should I fuck you like this?” he growls. “Wearing these cute panties? Take this cuteness and make it absolutely filthy?”

He considers it a moment. Then he shakes his head. “I’d rather have you naked,” he says. He grabs the panties by the waistband and slowly slides them off of me.

I’m surprised. It’s been my experience that the Hayes brothers don’t give much worry to undergarments. Beau must really like these ones.

Once free, he tosses them aside. Then he spreads my legs farther, and lowers his face once more between them.

I grab the pillows, holding on for dear life under the onslaught of pleasure.