Page 108 of Finding Peace
“Lincoln…”I whine.
Beau chuckles against my mouth before kissing me again, slower this time, like he’s savoring the moment because it’s about to be over.
For a moment, none of us says anything.
Just breathing.
Just touching.
Just standing here in the middle of the ranch while I wait for one of them to drop to their knees and—
Lawson clears his throat and I open my eyes.
Over Beau’s shoulder, I find him watching us, his chest rising and falling a little heavier than before, his eyes dark with lust.
He drags a hand down his beard before shaking his head slightly. “As much as I am into watching whatever’s happening here, let’s maybe take it inside, shall we?”
I blink at him.That wasn’t a“let’s stop.”
He gestures vaguely toward the road. “Last thing we need is someone drivin’ up and seein’ us fucking our girlfriend against a fence post.”
Heat floods my face, and Lincoln laughs under his breath.
Lawson’s gaze flicks back to mine, and he winks. And that’s when Beau suddenly scoops me up off the fence, cradling me in his arms.
I yelp, grabbing hold of his muscular shoulders. “Well… inside it is then.”
Lincoln falls into step beside us, his hand sliding briefly along my leg once more before he drops it. Lawson trails behind, expression still riddled with need.
Should have known all it would take for Lawson to get on board was a little watching.
Don’t know why I didn’t think of that sooner.
Wrapping my arms around Beau’s neck, I grin as he carries me toward the house, more than ready to get exactly what I’ve been wanting for weeks now.
And judging by the look in their eyes?
They’re more than willing to give it to me.
Chapter thirty
Beau
ThesecondIkickopen the front door, I know what’s in store for us. Abigail wants more and… well, I’ve never been the kind of man to leave my girl wanting.
Seems like she’s waited enough.
I set Abigail down, and when she turns to face us, I’m taken aback for a moment with how beautiful she looks.
The afternoon sunlight spilling through the big windows makes her look like something out of my dreams. Her cheeks are flushed from sitting outside under the sun, her strawberry hair a little windswept, and her lips swollen from me kissing her.
And her eyes.
Fuck.
Those hazel-green eyes are bright and wicked and full of trouble.
Lawson shuts the door behind us with a quiet click, and the sound echoes through the house.
