Page 42 of Vicious Slash

“What about the other team?” I asked sweetly.

Beau growled. “Girl, now it’s a public spanking too.”

“Why don’t you do all that in the frat house tonight, get plastered, celebrate with your boys, and fuck your girl on the table?” Dylan jogged beside us, giving me a saucy wink. “I’ll play crowd control. She doesn't need to see the dicks in there, man. Makes you feel less, I know, but she might walk another way after she’s seen Big Boy.” He scissored his hands at his crotch.

I giggled helplessly, clutching my scarred side that itched and twinged with every laugh. “Ow, fuck. You’re funny.”

“Yeah, real fucking funny.” Beau glared at Dylan and finally stopped walking, letting me slide to the ground. He redirected his attention to me, cupping my cheeks. “My room. Right now. Strip, and find the rope you like best. I promise I’ll make it so fucking good, Toy,” he murmured.

Pleasure rushed through me. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered back, letting him kiss me senseless until I swayed on my feet.

“Fuck, dude. You’re killing me. Plus there was this pretty, purple haired thing I thought I saw in the stands on the Blackstone side and I wanna see if she’ll come to the party...” Dylan trailed off when neither of us paid him a whit of attention.

“I love you,” I whispered into Beau’s mouth.

His kisses softened, his lips grazing tenderly over mine. “I love you too, Sylvie. But if you aren’t there when I get back I’ll make sure that public spanking is naked with an orgasmic fingerbang added in,” he warned.

I batted my lashes and wiggled my ass for good measure. “I mean, I girl has to have goals, right?”

“Sylvie...” he growled.

I pecked his nose and giggled at the stunned look on his face. “I promise I’ll be as good as you.” I left him with a bemused expression and ran back toward the trailing team, passing Nate and Raleigh who headed for the forest beyond the Kingsman house we both called home now, letting out a banshee yell and not caring who heard.

I was a woman on a mission, and I learned long ago that a possessive Beau was a motivated Beau.

And I wanted love. And hugs and kisses and orgasms.

Yeah. Especially that last part.

Best bit? I knew my man would deliver.

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