Beau and the Beast by Rick R Reed

Author:Rick R Reed
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781611243468
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Beau’s bedroom was dark, but the silvery opalescence of the moon caused it to almost glow. Beau lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the crown molding, and turning his head to stare out the window, where a huge full moon hung on the horizon. Stars glittered in the black sky.

Beau could not sleep because he was waiting —for JeanneMarie to come to him. It didn’t matter to Beau what they would say or what they would do, he simply wanted the man near him. He hoped to convince Jeanne-Marie somehow that he was worthy of Beau’s love, that Beau could be attracted to him in spite of his disfigurement.

He knew how hard it was for Jeanne-Marie to believe the truth. He realized that Jeanne-Marie hid here in the mountains, probably from, at worst, the cruel taunts of the insensitive and, at best, the pity of the compassionate.

But Jeanne-Marie did not come. The moon rose higher, higher, finally disappearing from his view. The room grew darker.

Beau felt the weariness beginning to overcome him, felt himself drifting off to sleep. But then there was a noise that caused him to tense, to suck in a breath.

The door was opening. It creaked just a bit as it slid, nearly silent, open. For some reason, he thought it would be easier for Jeanne-Marie if he, at least for now, feigned sleep. Beau closed his eyes, allowed his breathing to become deep and even.

He could sense Jeanne-Marie moving closer to the bed, attuned to the footfalls of his bare feet on the wooden floor. At last, even without opening an eye to peek, he knew Jeanne-Marie stood quietly beside the bed. Beau listened to his breathing and could feel his gaze upon him.

Without a word, Beau shifted, knowing instinctively that this was not a time for words, not the right moment for eye contact. He threw back the sheet and blanket by way of an invitation, rolling over onto his side, whispering a fervent internal prayer that JeanneMarie would get his message and would slide into bed beside him.

It wouldn’t matter what they did. Just having Jeanne-Marie near again, his warmth combining with Beau’s own, would be enough.

Beau lay on his side, waiting. When finally he felt the opposite side of the bed weighed down, he smiled. Smiled more as he felt JeanneMarie’s arms wrap around him in an embrace, pulling him close.

“Don’t turn over. Let’s just be like this,” Jeanne-Marie whispered in his ear.

So he had known, maybe all along, that Beau was awake. Beau reached up and grabbed one of JeanneMarie’s hands, pressing it into his chest, so he could feel the beating of his heart in response.

Jeanne-Marie kissed his neck and Beau realized that the flesh pressing against his own was bare. Both were naked and the heat between their two bodies was electric. Beau sighed, moving backward to press himself into Jeanne-Marie.

Their grip on one another grew in intensity, right along with the quickness of their breaths, the sweat forming on their bodies.

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