9. Perry

Chapter 9

Perry

"Beau is on his way. I sent him the address," Luke says cheerfully.

Oh thank god.

Zip tying myself to a tree was probably the most impulsive thing I've ever done.

Other than trying to kiss Beau and cutting off my family. Actually, that was probably a long time coming.

Whatever, there was no way I was going to let this man murder this poor hive.

"Did you hear that you bee fascist? A real bee keeper is going to come and save this swarm."

The man looks at me like he would like to participate in some human murder as well. Thankfully, Hudson and Perry aren't going to leave my side, and the street we're on is fairly busy.

"Are you positive these are bees?" Hudson says for the tenth time.

"Yes, now stop asking. They look exactly like the ones Beau has in his backyard. He names them after pop royalty." I say, squirming. These ties are too fucking tight and I swear I'm going to get splinters.

It's worth it though.

The minute I saw the exterminator with his snide little face and bottle of pesticide, I knew I had to save these bees. After listening to Beau talk about how amazing these creatures are, I think I fell in love.

With the bees.

I'm trying to not think about Beau and how it's going to be seeing him for the first time since I tried to kiss him. I get it, he doesn't see me like that. Not to get all woe is me but that really fucking sucks.

I just want to be the one who is chosen for once.

But throwing myself at a guy because he's funny, smells nice, and wears a slutty backwards baseball cap is not the way to go.

"Do you think Beau will let us name this hive?" Luke says, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"I think if anyone gets to pick the name, it's going to be Perry," Hudson says, patting Luke on the shoulder. "He's tied himself to a tree for the little fuckers."

I brighten. "Hudson, you are right. I'm going to name them Kelly."

"Kelly Osbourne?" Luke says with a frown

"What the fuck? No, Kelly Clarkson." I tell them.

"They aren't the same person?"

That is actually a little bit offensive. "You need a pop icon intervention, Luke. I am so disappointed right now."

"What did you say to him?" A low menacing voice says from behind me. Judging from the way Luke's face lights up, it can only be Corey.

"Kiss me first, then I'll explain," Luke demands. Corey leans down and presses a hard kiss to Luke's lips. "Love you," he murmurs before pulling away. "Perry was offended that I thought of Kelly Osbourne and Kelly Clarkson were the same person."

Corey raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Yeah, I'm on Perry's side."

Luke looks up at his boyfriend with the poutiest pout. Corey's eyes darken and he pulls him even closer.

"Hey, can you not foreplay whilst I am trying to prevent the murder of innocent bees?"

Corey tucks Luke under his arm and turns to me. "So bees? Is this a new thing or…?"

"He has a crush on our neighbor, the bee keeper." Hudson snorts.

Corey gives me a shit-eating grin, and I am not here for it.

"Beau has opened my mind to how amazing bees are," I tell the three of them. "I am trying to save them because it's the right thing to do. Not because I have a crush on him."

I try to ignore the hurt that my friends think I only care about something because I think a guy is hot.

"Perry! I'm here." I look at the road and Beau is getting out of a car I don't recognize with a guy who looks vaguely familiar. "You fuckers better know the police are on the way and I have a bottle of mace."

Beau, looking like an avenging angel, the sprays Luke, Corey, and Hudson in the face with whatever is in that bottle.

"Shit, Beau, what are you doing?" I screech. I go to see if they are okay, forgetting the zip ties. All I manage to do is pull them tighter, making the stupid strips of plastic cut in to my wrists.

"Saving you from your kidnappers," Beau scowls. "Wait, aren't those two your roommates?"

"Yes, they are. And the other one is Corey, Luke's boyfriend. None of them are kidnapping me."

Beau rubs the back of his neck. "Oh."

"Does mace usually smell like lemongrass and mint?" Hudson asks between coughs.

"It's actually deodorant," Beau says sheepishly. "If you aren't being kidnapped, why are you tied to a tree? Are you being held hostage?"

"I am so confused. Why are these your thoughts?" I say.

Beau looks at me as he rifles through his pockets. "I got a call from your phone from Luke saying you were being kidnapped. Shit, I don't have it on me." He turns to the guys standing by the car. "Owen, do you have a multi-tool?"

"Owen, who works with Ryder?" Are they on a date? He looks like he might have his shit together. Is that what Beau is into?

"And who dates Ryder's uncle," Beau adds, looking at me intently.

I can feel the goofy smile that overtakes my face and I'm strangely okay with it.

What is it about Beau that makes my desperate need for control slip?

"Got the multi-tool," Owen says jogging over.

Beau takes it from him and steps so close to me, our bodies are flush against each other. I can feel the heat from his body through our layers of clothes and it's making me wish I was naked and spread out on his bed instead of this rough tree. I usually like to be the one in control when it comes to sex but I would happily give that up and let Beau worship my poor empty hole and neglected cock.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"I'm going to cut you free," he whispers back, eyes drawn to my lips.

His words pull me from my reverie. "What? No, you can't. Not until you've found the queen!"

Beau's eyebrows knit together. "Is that code for something?"

"The queen bee of the hive that's at the top of this tree," I say. "I named it Kelly."

Beau looks up through the branches at the hive. I'm guessing. Because while he's looking at it, I'm looking at him.

The most beautiful man to ever exist.

"You tied yourself to a tree to save this hive?" he says quietly, eyes still on the bees.

"Yeah, I've seen how you are with your hives, how you talk about them. I could never let anyone murder fucking cool creatures."

He looks at me, and it's like time stands still. We're together, stuck in this moment on the precipice of something big. And then Beau moves. One hand cupping my jaw, the other on my waist, holding something metal. I don't give a flying fuck though because in my next breath, his lips are on mine and I'm lost.

Lost in his taste.

Lost in his scent.

Lost in his touch.

Lost in Beau.

His body is flush against mine, pressing me into the tree, and I love it. My tongue tangles with his and I want nothing more than to get untied so I can wrap my arms around his neck and rut my dick against his stomach.

"Fuck, Perry," Beau murmurs against my lips.

"Yes, please do fuck Perry," I groan, making Beau chuckle.

A throat clearing pulls me out of the moment. I look up and Corey, Luke, and Hudson are staring at us with matching smirks.

"That was hot, but getting arrested for public sex isn't," Hudson says.

"He's probably right," Beau says sadly.

He flips open a knife from the multi tool Owen lent him and cuts each zip wire from my wrists. Beau rubs my wrists. "Let's go back to mine. I can rub some cream in to your wrists, make them feel better"

"I bet it's not the only place you'll be rubbing cream into." Luke says with a snort.

I ignore him and frown at Beau. "What about the hive?"

Beau looks at me softly. "They aren't bees, Angel. They're wasps. A pretty invasive species actually, so it's probably a good idea that it gets exterminated."

I'm such a fucking idiot.

"You are so fucking amazing," Beau looks at me with awe in his eyes.

My shoulders slump. "I tied myself to a tree to save a bunch of evil little anti-bees."

"Perry, you-,"

Whatever you is, we don't find out because that is when the exterminator decides to interrupt.

"The dean is on his way." He yells over to us.

Shit.

Corey rolls his eyes. "Don't sweat it. You guys go, I'll sort everything out with the dean."

"I could kiss you man."

"Try it and get maimed."

I huff a laugh. "Not, kill? You do like me."

He lets loose a loud laugh. "Or do I love Luke and he happens to love you?"

Yeah, that's more plausible.

"You sure you don't mind talking to the dean for me?"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Puh-lease, he loves it. We are going to have some great sex later."

"Can I leave too?" Hudson groans.

"No, we need witnesses." Corey says.

"Thank you," I say and pull Beau in the direction of my car. "Where did Owen go?"

"He text that it looked like I had everything handled and he had to get back to the garage." Beau said, trotting along behind me. "I love how eager you are to get somewhere private, but should we talk?"

"Talk later, get off first."

Because who knew how long it will be before Beau's reason for not kissing me come back in full force. It's going to hurt like a bitch when they do, so I am going to make sure I enjoy every second now.

We get into my car and his seatbelt is barely buckled before I'm pulling out of the space and hurtling towards our neighborhood.

"This car really does drive like a dream," Beau says almost wistfully.

I snort. "Yeah, because I'm driving her not you."

"I bet if I drove her-"

"Never in your wildest dreams is that going to happen," I huff.

Beau leans into my space, laying one of his hands on my upper thigh, his heat searing me through the fabric of my jeans.

"What if I do something really nice for you?" he whispers, and then licks the shell of my ear.

I let loose a full body shudder and swing into my usual parking space outside the cheer house. It's the worst I've ever parked, but I really don't give a shit.

I undo my seatbelt and push Beau back into his seat, scrambling over the center console to straddle his lap. His hands grab onto my hips and he grinds his erection into my own hard dick. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull so his green eyes meet my blue ones.

"I have a feeling you're going to want to do something nice to me even if I don't let you car."

He smirks up at me. "Oh yeah, Angel, I think I'd rather drive you wild." He leans up and captures my lips in a filthy kiss.

Fuck, he tastes delicious. I could get addicted to Beau so fucking easy.

He continues to grind our bodies together while I hold on for the ride, attached to his lips.

"Beau," I moan out. "You feel amazing, but i need more. Give me a finger."

He stills.

"Perry, you can't say shit like that. You're going to make me cream my underwear."

That is so fucking hot.

"Yes, I want to see you come."

"Let's-"

A rap on the car window cuts Beau off.

Why does everyone have to interrupt us all the time?

We both look at the window and standing there with a grim smile, is the cop who was with Beau the first time I met him.

"If we keep really still, he might not notice us," Beau says turning to stone.

"You are ridiculous," I chuckle, leaning in tokiss him.

"Beau, get your ass out of the car." Lou says, rapping on the window again.

We both leave through the passenger door. I stand tall, trying to show I have some dignity. I think the bulge in my pants might be letting me down.

"Uncle Lou, you remember Perry tight?" Beau says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"I do," he says with a friendly up nod.

At least I think it's friendly? What if it's a no-way-are-you-going-to-smooch-my-nephew up nod?

"Hi," I squeak out.

"Are I to assume you didn't get kidnapped?" he asks me sternly.

I look at Beau, before turning back to Lou. "No, I've never been kidnapped to my knowledge."

"Um, I might have panicked." Beau says, looking sheepish. "Luke's friend said Perry was zip tied to a tree, and I made an assumption. Perry is fine, and we were actually just going to hang out. I'll see you during the week?"

Lou chuckles. "You and Perry can hang out another time. I drove across the city. Me and you are going to have a couple of beers and you can tell me how you're settling in." Lou turns to me. "It was nice seeing you again. Glad you weren't kidnapped."

"Thank you, sir."

Lou smiles and heads across the yard to Beau's house.

"Shit, I'm sorry Perry. I really wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. Maybe under you. Are you free tomorrow?"

He looks so hopeful. It soothes the bitter taste of disappointment.

"I'm cheering tomorrow at a football scrimmage game, but I'll be free in the evening."

"Yes, please," he says with an emphatic nod. "I want to see you then."

I lean in and my heart gives a little pitter patter when he meets me halfway.

This morning I woke up feeling sad that the guy I am into rejected me, and now he's giving me goodbye kisses and we have plans for tomorrow.

What is life?