Steven glances up at me. “Something wrong?” Guess my mood shift was obvious. “Just worrying about Neil.” Steven nods as he returns to work. “Me, too.” Silence falls around us again but it’s companionable this time, rather than awkward. Hanging out with Steven feels like this sometimes. We coex
Beau POV No sooner does Beau have his date in his room, than his hands go directly to those massive tits that have been taunting him all night. His date purposefully put them on display to drive him wild, and he’s eager to feel. Yet, she playfully bats his hands away. “Sit,” she says. She grabs
I awake to the sound of some asshole pounding at my door. I look at the clock. It’s 2 freaking am. I want to roll over and go back to sleep, but whoever it is, is incessant. Grumbling, I pull myself out of bed. The place better be on fire or something for how much urgency is in that knocking. I
With my tits on display, he takes his fill of the view. His dick jumps. It must be painful, having it constrained in his tight pants. He’s too busy holding my arms to do much about it. “Gods, you are bless,” he says, voice lust-rough. “And so am I, to get to see them. And touch them. And… taste…”
The next morning, I take Mia into the kitchen for her morning meal. Beau is already there eating eggs and toast. There are dirty dishes in the sink. Did his date cook for him? Not that I care. Beau catches my line of sight and rolls his eyes. “I’m not totally helpless, you know. I can make eggs.”
When I get back to the Pyramid, I’m still feeling a bit down. I can’t really help myself. I accept Mia back from Archer, and he watches me with a probing gaze. But he doesn’t say anything, so neither do I. Even Mia can tell that I’m feeling depressed. Her own expression crumples. I try to fake a s
If Beau, who was basically a connoisseur of breasts, thought mine were the best, I could believe him. After receiving a text from Angela to hang out again, we agree to have dinner together at a restaurant Angela thinks of as quaint, but which I know still prices out half the population. Still, I g
“I... uh…” Angela’s question takes me by surprised and I’m off-guard. “I mean…” Angela watches with anticipation. I expect outrage, but instead she seems more excited than anything, to learn the truth. “No, we haven’t… had sex.” Sort of. Mostly. “But…” “You want to,” Angela says, filling i