Chapter 9 Honey
HONEY
With my heart pounding, I wrap my arms around Beau Walker’s broad shoulders, soaking up the heat he radiates like he’s made of fire. Our tongues duel as though we’re in a race to do this before we return to our senses.
The groan that rumbles in his chest makes me desperate to get closer, and I hike my leg up his thigh. He reaches down and yanks me higher.
Someone laughs in the bar, and he curses under his breath, then turns to me. “Are we really doing this?”
Panting, I give him the stink-eye. “If I have to explain what’s going on here, then…”
His warm laugh—so different than the one he gave me a few minutes ago—feels like we’re sharing a secret. “Come on, princess.” The man hoists me higher in his arms and bolts out the back door. “My truck or yours?”
“I have an SUV.” I bite my bottom lip, embarrassed to be making this admission. “There’s, uh, there’s room in the back.” For sex, Honey. You’re going to have sex. With Beau Walker.
This is wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t give a flying fig about it. I’ve wanted this man for too long to second-guess this.
Reaching into my purse that’s barely clinging to my shoulder, I pull out my keys and hit the alarm on my car, which chirps, flashing its lights.
I point toward the back of the lot. He doesn’t need any more direction.
Like a man on a mission, he takes off toward my old Ford Explorer.
Fortunately, it’s really dark out here, so I don’t think anyone sees him haul me across the parking lot.
He yanks open the back door, tosses me in, and follows behind me.
I scramble to sit up and push my hair out of my face. When Cynthia said she had to leave early, I was bummed.
Now, not so much.
My purse falls to the floor as I stare at Beau. He’s wearing that Wild Heart Fire Department t-shirt that looks so damn hot on him.
Beau’s green eyes darken as they travel over me, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands ball into fists as his jaw tightens. “Last chance, princess.”
He’s so intense. So wound up. So… angry.
Part of me takes sick pleasure knowing I do this to him. “I mean, if you want to back out, I’ll understand. Maybe you don’t have what it takes. Not every man can maintain an erection. It’s okay. They make pills for that, you know.”
He lets out a snort and rakes his hand through his thick, dirty blond hair. “What did you tell me earlier? To shut up? Why don’t you take your own advice and get your cute little ass over here.”
Playfully, I tap my bottom lip. “Not sure you deserve what I’m offering, Beau Walker.”
“I can guarantee you I don’t, but does any man?”
What?
I don’t have time to process what he says because a second later, I’m in his lap. For a moment, I have déjà vu. He’s the masked Musketeer, and I’m the disheveled princess.
Except I’m not that scared little college freshman anymore.
Shifting, I straddle his lap. With a coy smile, I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders. “Hello, Beau.”
“Honey.” I can feel the conflict in his voice. That won’t do.
“I know you don’t want to do this with me. I get that you don’t want to want me. Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”
He grips my hips and looks down. “We’ll never work out.”
“Not in a million years. But I’m not asking you to marry me. You heard the story yourself. I’m going to marry some rich asshole.” That admission is hard for me to make. “But maybe we do this first and get it out of our systems once and for all.”
He swallows. “Once.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t fall in love with you if we have sex one time. Now if you helped me grout my bathroom, well, my heart might be lost forever.”
Beau finally cracks a smile. “I’d better not tell you how handy I am with tools.”
I chuckle. “You only have one tool I’m curious about right now.”
He grabs my hips, tugging me closer, until I can feel the huge bulge in his jeans. “Don’t worry. I got you.”
Game on.
I don’t know who reaches for who, but suddenly, we’re kissing again. I scramble to get closer, and his hand finds its way under my skirt, where he grips my ass. I run my fingers through his shaggy hair and breathe him in. He smells so good, like cologne and soap.
Exhilaration rushes through me. I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for Beau to want me.
We’re a tangle of grasping hands and groans. I help him tug off his shirt, and then he reaches for mine and slides it over my head, which leaves me in a sheer, pale pink push-up bra, my skirt, and cowboy boots.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Honey.”
Inside, I preen. Because nothing prepares a woman to be admired by this man.
Beau Walker and I are a five-alarm fire waiting to combust.
And I can’t wait to light the match.
I grind down on his hard bulge, and he smirks. “I’m not gonna let you come that way again.”
Laughing, I tilt my hips to take what I need. “It’s funny that you think you can tell me what to do.”
A second later, I let out a squeal and find myself on my back with Beau rising over me. “I’m sorry. What was that?” With a chuckle, he sucks on my neck as he grips my breast. “It’s almost like you think you’re the one in control.”
I’m about to argue back when he sucks my nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra, and I arch my back with a moan. “You can’t… tell me… what… to do.” I can barely spit out the words.
He tugs my bra down and rolls my nipple between his calloused fingers as he settles his big body between my thighs.
“We’ll see about that.” And then he laves my breast with his tongue.
I wrap my leg around him, needing him closer.
When he has both of my boobs perched above my bra, he runs his nose against my skin. “You smell so good.”
I don’t tell him he smells amazing too. That I’ve had dreams about him for years. That no one has ever kissed me like he does.
Because as much as I’m enjoying this, we’re not in a relationship. I can’t get too carried away or be too vulnerable. Unable to resist the allure, I run my palm against his scruffy jaw. “You didn’t shave.”
“Is it too rough on your skin?”
“Feels good,” I admit.
His other hand slides up my leg. “Are you wet, Honey? If I reach between your thighs, will you soak my fingers?”
My clit pulses hard at his dirty words. I’ve never been with a man who talked much during sex, and I am into it. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I drop my legs open, and his eyes go molten.
Pushing up to kneel between my legs, he pulls up my skirt and stares.
He runs his finger along the edge of my panties. Along my belly. Between my thighs. Until he finally reaches beneath the fabric. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”
With his large hands, I expect him to be a little rough. Ranchers aren’t exactly known for their finesse. Except all he does at first is lightly graze my skin. Then he dips his fingers in my opening before he paints circles around my swollen clit with my arousal.
“Oh, God.” Closing my eyes, I reach my hands over my head and arch my back. Within seconds, I’m panting, but before I can come, he slides that finger lower.
“What a tight little pussy,” he grunts out as he gets one, then two fingers inside me.
With his other hand, he pulls the fabric of my panties to the side and watches his hand fuck me.
The wet sounds coming from my body surprise me.
I don’t remember the last time I responded like this to anything that wasn’t battery-operated.
I reach down to rub my clit, and he brushes it away. “Let me do all the work. Relax, princess. I’ll get you there.”
For the first time, wariness worms its way into me. I’m not used to being with men who want to take care of me like this.
But I don’t have time to overthink it because he ducks down and buries his face between my legs.
All coherent thought disappears. There’s only Beau caressing the most vulnerable part of my body.
Within moments of him lapping at my clit, I arch back on a scream as an orgasm overpowers me.
I writhe and shake as it ignites, shooting pleasure up my spine.
When I can’t take it anymore, I push him away. “I can’t.”
Gently, he removes his fingers, shoves them in his mouth, and sucks them clean. What a caveman. I love it.
“Come here.” I tug on his arm.
When he doesn’t move, I frown. But he looks me over. “We don’t have to do more if you don’t want to.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
His jaw tightens. “Of course I do. I just mean this isn’t a quid pro quo. You don’t owe me anything.” He looks so adorably frustrated, I could kiss him.
I push him back so I can sit up. The resigned look in his eyes almost does me in.
Does he really think this is it? “Beau, why do you always make everything so complicated?” Reaching back, I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the ground.
Then I reach under my skirt and yank down my panties.
“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna keep on my boots. Might need some traction.”
For a second, his eyes go soft with affection.
Which I must’ve imagined, because this is about lust.
When I clamber on top of him, he looks up at me, surprised when I tug his hair back and kiss him.
He tries to undo his belt, and I shove his hand away.
“My turn to do the work.” I unhook his belt, flip open the buttons on his jeans, and marvel at the giant cock that springs up because he was going commando. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a foil, which I peel open and slide over his swollen skin.
I’ve never been great at blow jobs, but I’m tempted to give him one because, damn, he has a nice dick.
Thick and long and powerful. But that seems too intimate.
I’m not ready to get down on my knees for him.
Bracing myself on my left leg, I bring my right foot up onto the seat so I can open myself enough for him. Because the man is packing. I’ve only had a few boyfriends, but Beau is easily the biggest.
“Hold up, princess. Get my dick wet first, or I’ll never fit.” He grips his length and glides it back and forth between my legs. “Take your time. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
“We’re not stopping.”
Smiling, he kisses me. “So fucking feisty.”
“What can I say? I’m a goal-oriented girl,” I grunt as I try to take him. I lean one way, then another, but it’s a tight squeeze.
He pats my ass. “I have an idea. Do these seats go back?”
“Yeah.”
Beau lifts me next to him and then reclines me. With one knee on the seat, he half-crouches over me as he jerks himself off. “Spread your legs, baby. Let’s see if we can make this happen.”
Ugh, I love when he calls me baby.
He settles over me to squeeze himself in.
This still isn’t working. I pull my knees up to my sides and he finally slides in.
We both suck in a breath. Because holy shit.
He’s huge. “Hold on. I can feel you in my throat.” He laughs, but that makes his dick swell.
I smack his shoulder. “Stop with the big dick energy and let me get used to your size.”
His lips fold to hold in his chuckle as he watches me. Then he cradles my face in his large palm. Leaning closer, he grazes his lips against mine. Once, twice, three times. Until I open for him and his tongue caresses mine.
We make out for several long minutes until my body finally relaxes enough for him to sink deeper, making us both groan again.
I don’t know what I expect. For him to pound me into the car seat, I suppose.
Instead, we kiss slow and soft and sweet. Like this isn’t a dirty hate fuck in the back of my SUV. Like he might actually care for me.
I swallow, unprepared for how that idea hits me squarely in the chest.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a rasp.
I nod as I reach up to touch his black eye that’s now a faded brown. I want to ask him what really happened. If he thinks it was my fault. If he thinks I’d really sic my brothers on him.
But he moves, and the sensation short-circuits my mind.
He pulls out just a little, thrusts in. Back and forth. Not too hard. Almost like he’s testing the waters. As he moves, he kisses my neck and grips my ass.
I let myself touch him the way I’ve always wanted to. My fingers run over his broad shoulders. His muscular back. His rock-hard ass.
Burrowing my face against his neck, I breathe him in. His cologne. The scent of his soap. His clean sweat.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I lick his shoulder before I bite him. Not too hard. Just enough to make him let out a curse and really start to fuck me. Instead of pain, my whole body lights up.
“Can you come again?” he grunts.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Try. Rub your clit.”
Leaning back, he makes room for my hand as I comply. We both look down to where we connect. Watching his thick dick work its way in and out of my body makes my clit pulse hard beneath my fingers. “I’m almost there.”
“Hurry. You feel too good.”
Hearing the desperation in his voice sets me off again, and I shudder and shake in his arms as he releases with a loud groan.
The hot pulses between my legs feel amazing, and I close my eyes and enjoy every last surge of his body.
After a minute, he slumps on top of me.
For a moment, he’s not the enemy. I’m not a McAllister whose brothers hate him. I’m just a girl who’s always liked the moody bastard.
As I stare at my foggy windows, I thread my fingers through his sweaty hair. “Did I scratch your itch?”
Beau laughs and pulls away. “And then some.”
I expect him to tease me more. We just had this intense thing happen between us, which I wasn’t expecting. Because when you’ve only had mediocre sex, you don’t realize that spectacular sex will knock you on your ass.
Instead, as we get dressed, he gets quiet. Looks down or away.
His silence makes me uneasy.
When he finally looks at me, whatever intimacy we just fostered is gone. “You gonna get home okay, Little Mac?”
That fucking nickname again.
His words instantly put me on edge. “Just fine, Walker.” And because I want to beat him to the punch, I say the words I know he’s thinking. “Guess we got it out of our systems.”
After he hops out of my SUV, he gives me a tight smile and nods. “Definitely. Just a one and done.”