Chapter 30
I messaged Caly that the board had summoned me and all she sent me back was a flame emoji.
I was going to assume that was a good thing and not overthink it.
But waiting around for the entire day with a guillotine hanging over my head was torture.
I was restless and swung wildly between sad and angry until Frankie took me for ice cream.
I got the largest sundae on the menu and sat down to devour it like the hearts of my enemies.
Frankie ate his single scoop mango sorbet delicately in contrast to my angry shovelling.
“You have nothing to worry about, Gatinha. They cannot fire you. The best they can do is suspend you for a couple of rounds. Otherwise, they would have to suspend Branch and Dylan too, and there is no way they are going to do that to the top points holder and the WbrP’s golden boy. ”
I wasn’t so sure about that really; these people could set you on fire and make it seem like they were just trying to keep you warm. Still, I gave Frankie a half smile and went back to eating my ice cream.
While getting out of the hotel room had helped, I was still jittery.
That might have actually been the sugar comedown from the twelve different forms of candy on the sundae.
Either way, I bounced around the hotel room until Beau finally got sick of me.
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me toward the bathroom. “Get undressed, we’re taking a shower.”
My feet stumbled a little. “We?”
But Beau was being no nonsense, ushering me into the tiny bathroom that was only just a fraction bigger than an airline bathroom, and started undressing me.
It was a tight squeeze, but we worked it out.
When he turned on the shower, setting the water to steaming, I looked at the cubicle and then at Beau.
“We both aren’t going to fit in there.”
Beau just laughed, kissing my collarbone. “Ye of little faith. In you go.”
I climbed beneath the hot water and let it wash over me.
It felt divine but I was still on edge. Beau stripped off and climbed in after me.
We were wedged in there, barely fitting, but that meant I felt his hard body all along mine.
He reached up and ran his thumbs down my neck, pressing firmly into the muscles. My knees went weak.
“You are so freaking tense I could play Deliverance on your tendons right here.” He worked out the kinks, moving lower and lower over my shoulders and down my back.
He knew what the hell he was doing. My neck didn’t feel like it could support itself, it was so relaxed. My shoulders felt more free than they had in a year. I moaned softly as he got a particularly hard knot out just below my shoulder blade.
This close in the shower, there was no avoiding the feel of his hard cock pressed against my ass though, and it was making other parts of my body feel tense.
“Beau…” I whispered, all but begging. His hands slipped over my shoulders and wrapped around my front, traveling down over my breasts.
They stopped long enough to tweak my nipples and I let my head flop forward as my thighs got slick.
One of his hands continued its journey downwards, until a firm finger was massaging my clit. Yes!
“I need to be inside you, Beautiful,” Beau whispered in my ear, and goosebumps broke across my skin.
“Please, Beau.”
He groaned and slid one hand down further, grabbing my thigh and hiking it up a little higher, the other hand guiding his cock where we both desperately wanted it to be. He slammed into me in one long stroke, and I gasped at the sudden fullness. Yes. This was what I wanted. Hard. Fast. Distracting.
Like he could read my thoughts, he planted one hand on the wall by my face, and used the other to hike my thigh up higher.
“Hang on baby,” he purred and then he fucked me.
There was no nicer word for it, the sound of our slapping bodies was overshadowed only by the sound of my screams and I fucking loved it.
Every single second.
I channelled all my worries, all my fears into squeezing pleasure from us both until there was nothing left in this world except me and Beau and this fucking amazing shower.
I gripped the wall as my knees went weak, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave, even as Beau continued to pound into me with absolute abandon, going deep and grinding hard.
He hiked my leg even higher, until my free leg was on my tippie-toes and he was basically holding all my weight and hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh god, oh fuck, oh Beau,” I screamed as he pounded another orgasm from me, this time letting out a ragged groan of his own as his release filled me. He dropped my thigh, which was wobbly as hell, and pushed us both into the shower wall for support.
“That was…”
He grunted his agreement as he heaved in oxygen.
His arms shook as he reached over and turned off the taps, stepping out and grabbing me a towel even as he stood there dripping naked, his semi hard cock still saluting the sun.
I stepped into his arms and he wrapped the towel around me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
When I was warm again, he grabbed the second towel and wrapped it around his waist.
Then he gave me that devilish grin that threatened to steal any strength left in my knees. “Feel better?”
I could only laugh. Yeah, I felt better. I felt like the most worshipped woman on the planet.
I chased the high of my moment with Beau right up until the time that I was standing outside a rental office in uptown Fresno, Frankie at my back.
They had all wanted to come, but I'd put my foot down. Frankie had the least to lose. He didn’t give a fuck about being a bull fighter, it was just incidental to being with me.
At least that was what he told me when he refused to stay behind.
I looked down at my feet, trying my hardest not to let the doubt in. “Raise your chin, Gatinha. You are worth a thousand of these men. You belong here. You belong somewhere greater than here. You belong at the top. Do not let them steal that dream from you.”
That was the other reason I’d relented about Frankie coming. He could hype me up like no one else. And they weren’t just words either. Frankie literally believed I could conquer the world. With him at my side, maybe I could.
I pushed through the door and the same secretary from last time was there. She gave me a small frown, not of disapproval, but rather that she was surprised that I was back here again. Yeah, me too lady, me too.
“Take a seat,” she said in a voice that seemed too soft for her position. “I’ll tell them you are here.” She disappeared out of the room, no fancy intercom unit in this little rent-a-space. I must have made them desperate. The secretary reemerged and smiled pleasantly. ‘“Please, go ahead.”
My heart was thundering and I was worried it was going to beat right out of my chest. Frankie opened the heavy glass doors for me, and I steeled my spine as I stepped into the room. Resting bitch mask in place, I smiled tightly at the men around the large conference table.
Burt looked stressed. He had dark circles under his eyes and he’d opened the top button of his shirt. “Miss Moore. Thank you for coming. Please grab a seat.”
I sat in the seat opposite him, feeling Senior's eyes burn into the side of my skull from the end of the table. Frankie stood at my back, declining a chair.
“Tessa May, we have a problem,” Burt said with a sigh.
Someone scoffed down the table. “Damn straight we have a problem. This young lady, and I used that term very loosely, is bringing God’s greatest sport into disrepute.”
My eyes flew to a man whose name I didn’t know but whose expression was all too familiar. Pompous old ass. “How exactly did I do that? Please, lay it out for me right now.” I shot back.
Burt rubbed his eyes. “Fred, please,” he chastised.
My eyes flicked to Senior, his snake eyes alight with glee.
I sneered in his direction. I wanted him to know that I knew this was all his doing.
“I warned you,” he mouthed and I shot him the finger, making the rest of the men at the table huff like I’d just done it doggy style on the pulpit of St Michael's Cathedral.
I turned back to Burt. “No, I’d like to know what I’ve done to be hauled before you guys? Almost get raped? Being stalked by some creep with a camera? Had the audacity to sleep with someone before marriage? Please, point out the part where I embarrassed the WbrP.”
My phone buzzed in my lap. It was an emoji of a bomb from Caly. What the hell?
“Tessa May, it isn’t that at all. But the press coverage of your, err, extracurricular activities has created a negative image around your position in the WbrP. To maintain your membership, we are going to have to insist that you exhibit only the best behaviour for the remainder of the year.”
I swallowed back my rage. “Sure thing, Burt. But I was just talking to Branch and Dylan this morning,” while they were in bed with me, but we didn’t need to tell them that, “And neither of them mentioned appointments with the Board to get the same sanctions.”
Frank scoffed. “Because they weren’t photographed having relations with four different men.”
I glared at him. “Are we pretending that every rider on the circuit isn’t out getting blown by Buckle Bunnies in bathroom stalls every weekend? Or is it different because they have dicks?”
Burt sighed. Poor fucking Burt, but he needed his ass handed to him too. “Look, that’s not the point-”
The glass doors flew open and in walked six police officers.
The looks of terror around the table let me know that more than Senior were doing something that wasn’t completely on the up and up.
They stopped at the end of the table. “Stanley Wilfred, you are under arrest for felony tax fraud, embezzlement, conspiracy, collusion and illegal coercion. You have the right to remain silent but anything you do or say will be held against you in the court of law.” They dragged him to his feet, not gently at that, and his face was comically surprised.
“What the fuck, you have the wrong person. I will have your badges for this. I will have your department shut down,” he grunted as he struggled against the cuffs.
He took a swing at one officer, who in a reasonably impressive move, had his arm pulled behind him and his head slammed on the table in one fluid move.
Jesus. I was going to have to learn that one.
I smirked and Senior caught the expression.
“You fucking whore. I am going to end you. I am going to make you wish you’d died on that bathroom floor, you dirty little slut.
You are over. Do you hear me?” He screeched as they dragged him out of the room.
The face slamming cop tipped his hat to me on the way past. “Ma’am. ”
I swooned. Oh boy. Frankie leaned down close to my ear. “Bad, Gatinha. Do not make goo goo eyes at the nice policeman. You’ve got your hands full enough, don’t you think?”
He swivelled my chair back around so I could see all the stunned faces around the room. I was a little worried some of them were about to keel over from a heart attack, and the others were looking at me like I was the antichrist.
“What? I didn’t do anything!” My smirk might have belied my words, but fuck these old bastards.
If they wanted to think I had the power to bring them down, maybe they’d think twice before dragging me in front of them for every little thing.
Maybe they’d let me do the thing I came here to do in the first place.
Ride damn bulls. “I think you officially have a bigger problem than my committed relationships. Welcome to the twenty-first century, Gentlemen. I suggest you catch up or get the fuck off the ride.”
With that, I stood and strode out of the room.