#Chapter 124: The Way Beau Eats Ice Cream…

I have never eaten an ice cream so fast in my life. I practically inhale it, all while carefully avoiding looking at Beau. When I finally finish, I dart off of the park bench. “I have to use the bathroom,” I say over my shoulder as I hustle to the back of the banana-split shaped buildings to the single-stall bathroom in the back. Fortunately it is empty. I rush in, close and lock the door behind me, then cover my face with both hands. What in the world am I thinking, fantasizing like that about Beau? Of course the man has expert use of his tongue. How many women has he been with? How many pussies has he eaten out? He was showing off. He wanted this reaction. I played right into his hands by letting my dirty thoughts cloud my mind again. Why can I never seem to keep my thoughts together when I am around the Hayes brothers? Everywhere else in my life, I am strong and badass. I can stand up to the bad guys. I can take a punch and throw one. But put me in front of a Hayes brother whi