Chapter 7
Beau
“You didn’t!” I laugh and I try to contain it, but I can’t.
I laugh so hard that I freaking snort. That might be embarrassing if I wasn’t so lost in the scene that Hunter just painted, or the look on his face as he told me—or the look on his face that he’s using right now.
Which is to say, the tender way he’s smiling at me.
So, there’s no room for embarrassment, there’s no room for anything but hilarious laughter and joy that spreads right down to my feet.
“I did.”
“No, way,” I argue and yep, I do this once again snorting. “You couldn’t have.”
“Babe, I did,” he insists, his grin deepening.
I shake my head back and forth, humor still rocking me to the point that now there are tears in my eyes.
“No,” I deny yet again. “If you did that, you’d be dead,” I giggle—and yep, you guessed it, I snort yet again.
“Baby, you asked me why I got that tattoo on my dick. I’m explaining and what I’m telling you is exactly what happened.”
I wiped my eyes and did my best to stop laughing, though to be honest, that was aided because I had laughed so hard I began hiccupping. Thankfully, that just happened a couple of times and stopped.
“So, you got a tattoo on your dick that says danger, to remind you of the time you got your first blow job from the principal’s wife because the principal came in just as you …”
“Shot my jizz all over her face?” he supplies helpfully.
“So, Mrs. Crumley was a cheater, but she wasn’t a swallower?” I ask for clarification, letting another small giggle escape.
“Well, kind of,” he says, and something on his face tells me he’s hiding something.
For some reason, I’m at ease discussing this with Hunter and it is funny.
I mean, infidelity should never be a joke.
I completely understand that. Still, he was a self-admitted horny freshman in high school.
The woman in question dropped to her knees in front of him and took her shirt off.
I don’t know of any teen male that’s going to turn down what is willingly offered.
Add in Hunter’s hilarious ways of adding in small tidbits of information, as in saying, “Mrs. Crumley wasn’t really good at blow jobs, I know that now.
Still, I didn’t have the knowledge before that particular afternoon to know much about blowjobs.
I’d had sex and was a nightly visitor with Rosy Palms.” This was the first time I lost it because I had never heard the whole Rosy Palms before, and I’d made him explain that by asking who Rosy was.
Then, he started detailing all of the ways that Mrs. Crumley was shit at giving blowjobs.
“Babe, she liked to squeeze hard on my balls. I thought a couple of times they were going to pop out and fly across the room like fucking gumballs. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d done that, and I’d been forced to watch them pinging back and forth on the windowpane, trying to escape her.
” I giggled loudly then. My hilarity only increased when he added, “It was painful as hell, and it kept causing my cock to deflate like an air mattress during an orgy with a bunch of hookers all wearing stilettos.”
“Kind of,” he mutters, and I swear his cheeks get red.
“Kind of? So, you’re saying none of this caused you to get the danger tattoo.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t why,” he said and is avoiding my eyes now.
“Now, you’re confusing me. Did you get the danger tattoo because you were getting a blow job by the principal’s wife in his office and got caught with your pants down to your ankles—making you fall on your ass as he walked in?
Or not?” I question, relaying the rest of the story that he told me earlier.
“Well, you have to admit, Harper, that is a dangerous situation to be in.”
“Yeah, I can’t really argue with that. I’m not sure it’s a good reason to get a tat in that particular place.
It seems to me that’d be something you would never forget.
Besides, having the word danger written on your dick should have a cockier, if not sexier meaning,” I instruct, completely speaking out of my ass.
It worked though because I get to hear Hunter’s amazing laughter.
I can’t think of any reason you’d want to put a tattoo on your dick.
That just seems extremely painful. I’m not a guy, but I can’t imagine it would be pleasant—unless you liked pain.
Maybe Hunter does. Maybe he’s into that kind of thing.
This is a little concerning. I find myself biting my lip.
I want to ask him, but we’re not really in the place where we should talk about that.
I’m not sure we will be again. If I was to ask him if he has that kink, then he might think I plan on having sex with him again.
Which I’m not—planning to have sex again, I mean.
I’d like to. He was an amazing lover. The next day sucked, though.
I don’t really know what we’re doing together, but I’ve had a really good time eating bologna sandwiches and then afterwards showing him my latest project that I’m working on for Grifter.
Now, we’re back in my office and we’ve been talking for over an hour.
That is very unusual for me. I work—almost constantly—through the day.
If I break for lunch, it’s a quick bite while going through bills and things.
Still, I’ve had so much fun, I really don’t want Hunter to leave yet.
I’m crazy.
“What are you thinking in that gorgeous head of yours, Harper?” he asks.
“Um … I was just wondering if you had a pain kink I don’t know about?
” I finally ask, ignoring my nerves and the small voice that says I shouldn’t push my luck here.
I even manage to beat down the blush that tries to hit my cheeks.
Besides, asking him that seemed better than confessing how I didn’t want him to leave.
If I had told him that, I’d also blab about how this is the best date I’ve ever had in my life.
Of course, now that I’ve asked if he had a pain kink, I’m kind of wishing the ground would swallow me up whole.
“I’m into anything you want, Harper,” he says softly. My head jerks up to look into his eyes and my breath stalls in my chest.
“Hunter, I don’t. I mean, we’re not—”
“I’m not about causing or having pain. Some people do and that’s great for them.
Now, if you want to rake your nails down my back and dig them into my ass while I’m fucking you, I will tell you right now that I am absolutely down for that.
I also loved spanking your ass the other night. I want more of that.”
“I don’t see that happening again, Hunter.
So, there’s no point talking about it. Whatever we had happened and now it’s done.
I mostly asked because none of what you explained about being with that seriously disgusting Crumley chick, seems worth having your dick tatted, because that had to be serious pain. ”
Okay, turns out I can lie to Hunter as well as I do to myself. I’m actually kind of proud—at least I am until Hunter decides to speak again and ruin my mood.
“Harper, lie to yourself if you want, but this thing between us isn’t going away.
I felt it the night we were together. I just stupidly thought you were one type of woman looking for a good time.
That’s my idiocy. You have to realize that I’m here today because I know how fucking ludicrous I was, and how much I’ve missed you every day since I had to watch you walk away.
I know I hurt you. I know the shit spouting out of my mouth was horrible.
The thing is I have a big ass mouth, and I let my pride get in the way.
For future reference, Harper, I’m an asshole, too.
I’m going to do my best to keep a handle on that—”
“Hunter, stop. We—”
“To be clear, I’m getting a handle on it because I want you in my life in whatever way I can. That said, you need to know that I want to end each day with you in bed beside me and waking up with you in my arms, still there the next morning.”
“You can’t say that. You don’t even know me,” I mutter. If he had said all of this to me the morning after being with him, I would have told him I loved him. God, until just this minute I didn’t realize how insane and twisted I truly am.
“I can and I’m going to prove it to you. I just need you to give me a chance.”
“I don’t think that would be smart for either one of us,” I argue, ignoring the way his words make my heart skip a freaking beat.
“Agree to have dinner with me and I’ll tell you the real reason I have the tattoo,” he bribes.
“Tell me and then I’ll decide,” I try to bargain.
“Nope. You want that detail, you’ll have to earn it, Harper.”
“You know, my name is Beau.”
“I know. I like calling you Harper. It’s the name I whispered into your ear when you came all over my cock.”
I bite my lip, to keep from moaning. He’s telling the truth.
Apex and Sabre had been there that night.
I was talking to Hunter when they called me Harper.
Hunter picked up on it at once with a grin, telling me that he had my name now.
I never corrected him, mostly because I liked the way he called me Harper.
I liked it a lot.
“Come to dinner tonight,” I invite before I can stop myself.
Instantly, his lips thin out. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much I want to.”
“Why do I sense a but here?”
“I have a night planned with my boy. I let my parents keep him one night a week—sometimes two. For the most part, I keep him, Harper. I never want him to think that he’s in my way or that I don’t want him. He gets enough of that from his mother.”
Something about that hits me and when it does, it hits me sweet. “Okay, Hunter. Then, you tell me when.”
“Friday he’s staying with Mom and Dad. Will you go out to dinner with me?”
“How about we have dinner at my house instead? I could fix—”
“I loved our bologna sandwiches, but baby, this will be the first time I am taking you out. I want to take you some place nice. I sure as hell don’t want you cooking for our date.”
“I like cooking,” I murmur.
“You can show me what you got another time.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Cowboy. One date at a time. I’ll agree to Friday. Depending on how good your answer is about the tattoo, we’ll see if there is a date two,” I laugh, praying I’m not making a mistake.
“Can I call you tonight?”
“Sure. Although, I’m not sure I’ll answer,” I respond with a grin.
“I’ll make it worth your while, baby,” he purrs.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
He reaches out a finger and twirls a piece of my hair around it and I try to deny that my knees go weak. I find that I can’t really deny it. It makes me want to run far, far away. I don’t do that. Instead, I look up at Hunter and wish tomorrow was Friday.
Damn it.