“(Y/N), what are we doing out here it is freezing cold?” I heard Beau say from behind me. “What did you have to show me?” I was hiding behind the car waiting for him to step out onto the porch so that I could seek my revenge from his latest prank. It was a prank war between us. I was the one that started it but I was also the one that was going to finish it. No matter what, we had to top each other’s previous prank. I plan on running house, locking him outside in the freezing cold.
“(Y/N), seriously where are you? You’re starting to scare me.” Beau said coming back out of the house with his pajama pants, coat and some quick shoes that he slipped on. I could hear him walking up to the car. I crawled around the car away from him.
I was taken out of my thoughts by Beau repeating my name again, looking for me. Giggling out loud to myself I managed to run past him and into the house before he put together what had just happened. I quickly locked the door and sat against it. Proud of myself I looked out the window to see Beau running towards the door.
“(Y/N) open up! This isn’t funny,” Beau said with a serious tone as he began to bang on the door.
“Sorry Beau, the door seems to be locked and I don’t know how to unlock it,” I said dumb-founded looking at him through the window with puppy dog eyes. He glared at me and then marched off the porch towards the area where we hid a spare key. Knowing his intentions I quickly ran away from the door and in the coat closet to hide.
I heard the door open and then shut with a loud bang. Clearly Beau wasn’t up for a little game today. I could hear him walk past the closet, throwing his coat on the floor and making his way up the stairs.
I stayed in the closet until I heard our bedroom door close. Once the slam of the door came, I quietly crept out of the closet and up the stairs to see how mad he was with me. I got to the door and heard nothing but the shower. Quietly opening the door I saw a trail of Beau’s clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. Picking up the clothes, I made my way to our walk-in closet placing his clothes in the laundry basket.
I heard the shower go off and turned around to a wet, half-naked Beau, who had just a towel wrapped around his waist covering his lower half. Distracted by his visible lines on his torso and the v-line that was barely hidden by the towel, I couldn’t help but stare.
Even though it was obvious that he had just taken a hot shower to warm up, he was being as cold as ice towards me. But I couldn’t deny that seeing him like that didn’t make me want to rip the towel off and get on my knees just for him.
He didn’t say anything to me, just slipped on a pair of sweatpants and left the room. I don’t understand why he’s so mad about this. Usually he jokes around with me after to tell me how clever I was with my prank. I couldn’t go after him, not while I was cold, a little frightened and knew that he needed his space right now and I wasn’t going to sit up here waiting for the time to pass. Taking a hot shower will at least rid me of one of my discomforts at the moment.
Slipping past the bathroom door and shutting it behind me. I stripped my clothes off and turned on the hot water in the shower. Just needing the hot water to warm me up, I stood under the water. Capturing the heat, I started to reminisce about the many good times Beau and I shared in this bathroom; his strong hands rubbing circles on my clit as he pushed me against the glass door to keep us up and fucked me into another state of mind. Beau was rough yet passionate, obvious yet surprising.
And with that, reality kicked back in as I felt cold water now coming out of the shower head and making me colder than I was before. Jumping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and ran downstairs. I saw him with his back turned to me raiding the fridge and not giving a care in the world to what just happened. I sighed realizing he wasn’t going to help me with the water situation. I walked over to the sink to grab a pot to warm up some water. I heard the fridge door close as I was turning to put the pot on the stove. Still wrapped in my towel and waiting for the water to start warming up in order to warm myself up, I started chattering my teeth when I felt drops of water trickling down my arms from my long, dark brown hair. The saying was true; ‘a watched pot never boils’ and I couldn’t stand the wait any longer. Once I turned off the stove and turned to dump the water out, I felt Beau’s hot breathe on my neck. He had trapped me between him and the countertop. He arms resting on either side of me and his chest radiating heat from his hot shower. I bit my lip and closed my eyes in order to not let out a moan from his kisses along my neck. He nudged my head a little to the side to gain more access and I let out a moan once he hit my sweet spot, earning a smile from him.
