Chapter 8 Beau
BEAU
It’s been a long fucking week. For the first time in months, I decided to join some of my co-workers out for drinks. We picked the Laughing Pony because their food is great. Plus, Loving is hoping to live up to his name tonight and find a woman, and the social scene here is decent, I suppose.
I wanted to have a drink or two and then take off, because I know Rhett has a list a mile long of shit that needs to be done on the ranch.
Instead, I sit here, watching my co-workers at the bar hitting on women, while I listen to the last person I need to be eavesdropping on.
Honey McAllister and her friend are in a booth behind me, talking quietly, but since the band hasn’t started playing yet, I can hear their conversation just fine.
Each confession pisses me off more than the last.
Her father wants her to marry some douchebag she’s never met before.
In a few months.
She wants to please her family, who obviously don’t give a rat’s ass about her happiness.
The confessions keep coming. None of the men she’s been with could make her come.
Except me. I made her come.
But the revelation that fucking kills me is finding out she had planned to give me her virginity that night at the Devil’s Den.
I’m not sure whose ass I want to kick right now. My own for turning her down or hers for being so flip about it.
I hold up my hand to wave down Coop. I was saving our table, but I’m not sure he wants it anymore. “I’m gonna take off in a sec.”
“You sure?” He glances back at the bar, where some pretty little thing twiddles her fingers at us.
“Yeah. Got an early morning tomorrow.”
“Well, thanks for coming out tonight. Glad you could make it.”
“See ya next week.” I slide out of the booth, drop some money on the table, and head for the bathrooms, which are down a dark hallway. After I’ve taken a piss and washed my hands, I stare at myself.
Am I the kind of guy who would’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old girl at a sex party? I don’t know the answer anymore. I like to think if faced with the same situation, I’d still act honorably. Because if a man doesn’t have his honor, what’s left?
I slap water on my face, dry it with paper towels, and stare at my black eye that’s gone from purple to green to brown.
Why is this shit twisting me up? Honey and I are never gonna happen. One, the girl hates me. Two, her brothers really fucking hate me. And three, her family has done nothing but shit on me and mine.
She’ll marry that rich fuck, go back to her ivory tower, and that’ll be that.
Maybe I should’ve taken up Mel on her repeated offers. Perhaps that’s why this thing with Honey is bothering me so much. I just need to get laid.
I open the door to the hall and run right into the angry kitten herself. She bounces off me with an “oof”. I steady her before she falls on her ass. “You should look where you’re going, princess.”
She shoves her hair out of her face with a growl. “You’re the one who came out of nowhere.”
I laugh coldly, more pissed than I have any reason to be.
“So I’m the problem here?” Even as I antagonize her, I can admit she’s fucking gorgeous.
Her blonde hair hangs in wavy tendrils down her slender shoulders.
She’s wearing a snug white t-shirt that makes her tits look amazing, a little flouncy skirt, and cowboy boots.
Honey McAllister is a walking, talking wet dream. The very sight of her pisses me off.
Her jaw tightens. “I wish I could scrub every memory of you out of my mind. Is that clear enough for you, Beau Walker?”
Ouch. I rub my chest. “Careful with those claws. You could take out someone’s eye.” As I walk past her, I lean down to her ear. “But if you didn’t have me, then no one would’ve given you an orgasm, princess.”
She sucks in a breath. “You asshole.”
I smirk. “Never said I wasn’t.”
“What’s your problem? What have I ever done to you?”
Someone walks down the hall to the bathroom, and I take her arm and pull her to the back corner by the emergency exit.
“My problem is that you were willing to give your virginity to any asshole at the Devil’s Den.
And now you’re gonna marry some shithead your father picked so y’all can build your empire. ”
Her nostrils flare, and she pokes me in the chest. “Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to eavesdrop?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be sharing your life story in the back of a bar.”
“Fuck you.” She reaches up to slap me, and I catch her wrist.
Her chest heaves as she glares at me. I pull her closer, until I can smell her sweet perfume.
“If you wanted me, princess, all you had to do was ask.” Leaning down, I run my nose against her temple.
Her other hand clenches my t-shirt and yanks me closer.
Being the asshole she thinks I am, I press her against the wall.
Her eyes widen. “That’s right. You did this to me.
” Pretty sure it’s hard to miss my erection wedged against her stomach.
When she doesn’t say anything, I turn her arm back behind her and drag her so we’re chest to chest. “Say the word, and I’ll let you go.”
Her breaths come in little pants as her tits press into me. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t let go.”
My heart is pounding so loudly, I can barely hear her. “You make me fucking crazy, Honey. Do you know that? All the fucking time. With that mouth of yours. And your sass. And your goddamn little smirk.”
She jams her other hand into my hair and pulls it taut. “Do you ever fucking shut up?”
And then she crashes my mouth into hers.