Ethan (Alluring Indulgence #5)(119)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Hell yes,” Ethan groaned. “Make me come with you. Fuck yes, baby. Just like… Fuck!”

And that was all he could take. Beau’s muscles locked, his cock lodged as far inside of Ethan as he could go when he came, the brutal orgasm shattering him at the same time Ethan let go, his cock pulsing in Beau’s grip.

Several minutes later, they were still on the couch as Beau tried to come down from the most intense orgasm of his entire fucking life. With their fingers linked together, Beau let the cool air wash over his overheated skin until he felt like he was at least somewhat human.

“Now what?” Ethan asked, glancing over at him with a grin.

“I was just about to go out to get food when you got here,” Beau said.

Although, he wasn’t all that hungry anymore. Considering they’d just consummated taking their relationship to the next level, he was still riding a high that he wasn’t sure he’d ever come down from. And then Beau’s stomach called him a liar, giving a warning rumble and he knew he had to find food or he’d be worthless for the night. He hadn’t eaten since lunch.

“I know you’re not big on fast food, so let me cook for you,” Ethan offered, looking somewhat shy.

Beau’s heart swelled. He loved this man.

Looking down at himself, he knew he needed to shower again. “I’d like that,” he said honestly. “I’ll meet you at your house in twenty,” Beau stated.

Ethan got to his feet, stumbled around as he gathered his clothes before yanking on his jeans, then his shirt and sliding his feet into his boots. Beau followed him to the door.

“I’ll get dinner started as soon as I get there,” Ethan informed him.

Beau nodded, pulling the door open for Ethan.

“Oh, and Beau?”

Beau was still trying to catch his breath, so rather than waste words, he merely cocked his eyebrow in question.

“Pack whatever you need because you’ve spent your last night here already. From here on out, you belong in my bed.”

And with that Ethan walked out the door and Beau’s heart swelled up in his chest and exploded into bright, gleaming pieces that blinded him with their intensity.

Yeah, he was definitely a goner.

When Ethan pulled up in his driveway, he was already mapping out what ingredients he would need to get dinner started. He had opted for pizza. Homemade pizza. With everything he needed already in the pantry, it was just a matter of ensuring he didn’t miss a step. Considering his excitement, he worried whether or not he’d be able to remember his own name much less his favorite recipe.

It was the only thing he could do to keep from exploding. Beau had agreed to move in with him.

They were going to live together.

Ethan never thought he’d be at a place in his life where that seemed like the right thing to do, but for him, right now, it was the only thing that made sense. He needed Beau in his life. He loved him with everything that he was.

Ethan was in the kitchen, rolling out the dough he’d just prepared when there was a knock on the door. With his hands covered in flour, he merely stuck his head in the entryway and hollered for Beau to come in.

Back at the island, Ethan continued to work and smiled up at Beau when he joined him a minute later. His eyes were drawn to the black polo Beau had on and the two buttons that were open near his throat. He wanted to put his mouth there and suck on Beau’s skin until he was begging for mercy.

As though he knew just what Ethan was thinking, Beau’s brown eyes darkened and he swallowed, the bob of his Adam’s apple mesmerizing Ethan. At this rate he was never going to get dinner finished.

“Sit,” Ethan nodded toward the bar stool. “Hope you like cheese.”

“At this point, I’m willing to eat that dough just like it is.”

“Well, good thing I thought ahead, isn’t it?” Ethan nodded toward a plate of ham, cheese and crackers. He knew it wasn’t much, but he hoped it would tide Beau over for half an hour while the pizza cooked.

Focusing on his task, Ethan prepared the pizza as quickly and efficiently as he could and only when it was baking in the oven did he turn back to look at Beau.

“Beer?”

“Sure.”

Ethan grabbed two beers from the fridge, popped the caps off and handed one to Beau.

“I never did get to ask. How’d it go with Mason?” Beau asked, grabbing a handful of cheese slices.

“Perfect,” he said, remembering spending time with his nephew. “He slept, ate, and listened to me ramble for two hours straight. I’d say he did a great job at keeping an eye on me.”

Beau laughed and the deep, thunderous rumble awakened something inside of Ethan. He could get used to this. He would get used to this: standing in the kitchen, talking about what their day had been like while dinner cooked.