Chapter 6 Iris
iris
Dare I say, I love the stupid mechanical bull.
Beau had been getting on with me every shift and when we were on it together, I swore I was going to catch on fire, spontaneously combust even from the sensuality of it.
The way his damn hips rolled against mine…
I know what he does for a living and each time we are on the bull together a piece of my self-control is chipped away and I want to go to his camming site to watch something of his.
I just want to know what he looks like in the throes of passion.
It’s a terrible idea. I’m a married woman for fuck’s sake, and nothing has ever tested my fidelity, not that I think Nash was not fucking around, but a promise was a promise. A delusional part of me was hoping he was being faithful, but this was Nash Yarbrough we were talking about.
The man probably looks good in a damn trash bag, all those buckle bunnies are out there catching his attention—Nope, I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. I don’t care what Nash does. I married him for one reason and that was for my family’s farm, not that that has worked out for me, anyway.
Tonight, Beau made me forget about everything again.
I was not ready to ride again with how busy it was tonight, but each time I rode with him, my tips were higher and I felt better.
He motioned me over with a seductive smile that made my stomach clench in arousal.
We had been flirting more each shift we worked together.
I couldn’t help but wonder if we kept doing this dance, when would we implode.
I grabbed the cowboy hat I had brought with me, putting it on before I hopped on the bull with him. Once he gave me a very hands-on practice, riding the bull came very easily. It was like a dance between us, that got hotter and dirtier each time.
“Nice touch, sweetheart,” Beau said, sliding in behind me.
His voice made goosebumps pepper my skin.
“I gotta sell the riding, don’t I?” I rolled my hips with the motions of the machine, wondering what it would be like riding Beau with a cowboy hat on.
“Sure,” he said, pulling me back so I was flush to his chest.
I don’t resist, allowing myself this moment to enjoy being close to Beau, letting my mind run wild with fantasies.
The ride ended way too soon as the worst part of my night started.
Joe loved our rides. He thought it would be great if Beau gave “rides” to other patrons.
It had been a big hit, more and more women had showed up and it was taking everything in me not to feel a smidge jealous.
It was stupid to feel this way about a man who wasn’t even mine, but my brain was an idiot.
My tables praised me as I checked on them, dropping off refills and taking new orders. A few men attempted to get a little handsy, but I had perfected the art of ‘don’t fucking touch me’. They usually got the hint and if they didn’t, Joe was surprisingly protective when it came to us girls.
I know, shocking.
“Nice riding!” Sandy yelled, leaning against the bar as I put garnishes on an order for one of my tables.
“Thanks!” I yelled, double checking my order before hitting Send.
“You and Beau are looking good together, I swear one day we might see some NC-17—”
I laughed. “Shut up, Sandy, it’s not like that.”
“Girl, he’s hot, why not?” She waggled her eyebrows.
Loud cheering brought our attention to the bull. Another man was on it with Beau and good lord, it was a sight. They looked incredible.
“Holy hell,” Sandy said.
She let out a loud whistle.
Beau and whoever this man was, looked good together. Holy shit, was Beau gay? Had I been flirting with a gay man this entire time?
“Goddamn, I thought you and Beau were on fire. This man and Beau are just as hot.” Sandy fanned herself.
They were stunning together. If I wasn’t feeling ashamed, I would have appreciated them a little more, but I couldn’t.
I grabbed the drinks that were ready, taking them to the right table, willing myself not to look again.
The crowd cheered and I hoped that Beau was done with his show, but also, how the hell was I going to face him again?
My mind was too preoccupied when I walked up to the bar, not noticing Beau was there with… What the fuck?
“Nash, what the hell are you doing here?!” I yelled.
His head snapped around as recognition hit him as he looked me up and down. His blatant perusal of me made me blush and with Beau so close to us, I realized Nash was the one who had ridden the bull with Beau.
“Well, hello there, Wifey,” he smirked.
“Nash, again, what the fuck?” I said, panic-looking around, wondering if anyone heard.
Beau was the only one paying attention to us with his brows raised in surprise.
“You afraid someone heard me?” Nash narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ignored his question.
“Well, what do you expect? You aren’t answering my calls, woman,” he snapped.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” I rolled my eyes.
“Look, I just need—”
“I’m working, Nash. Whatever you need can wait,” I said, watching Joe walk toward us.
“Ivy, give me five minutes,” he said, grabbing my wrist.
“I have to get back to work,” I said, pulling away, but he didn’t let go.
“Poppy, please,” he pleaded.
“Nash, let go,” I said, pulling my wrist.
Beau stepped forward just as Nash let go. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Will you answer your phone?”
I nodded, turning to walk away when I caught Beau’s expression. He looked worried, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. The rest of the night, I worked quietly and efficiently dodging any moment alone with Beau. Thankfully, they let him go before closing, letting me breathe a little easier.
I had never been more thankful to close with Sandy, Debbie and Joe.
It was three-thirty by the time we locked up.
The cool evening felt amazing after feeling hot and anxious for the last few hours.
I waved goodbye to Sandy as we walked to opposite ends of the parking lot.
My truck was still next to a car as I cautiously walked up, grabbing my can of mace, cause you never knew what weirdos were hiding in the shadows.
“Beau?” I leaned down to see him lying back in his driver’s seat.
“Oh, hey.” He sat up quickly, pushing a pair of square black rimmed glasses up his nose.
He opened the door, getting out and stretching like a cat. I didn’t know what to make of the sexy glasses and his sleepy look. “Uh, what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure your husband didn’t mess with you,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “Nash is harmless.”
“He seemed desperate to talk to you, and I didn’t like how he held your arm,” he said, looking me over.
“Nash and I are married because I thought that this was the only way to save the farm my parents used to own before they passed away.” I leaned against my truck.
“It’s a long story, but he really is harmless.
He needs something from me, and I don’t want to make it easy for him.
He hasn’t made it easy for me since we got married.
Hell, I haven’t seen the man since last October. ”
“That’s…I guess then…” Beau looked confused.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I know it’s a very strange situation, one I don’t even know what to make of anymore,” I sighed. “My family’s farm was everything to me. When I had to sell it, cause we were in so much debt, I was heartbroken, so this was my crazy solution.”
“That sounds tough, Iris,” he said.
“It sounds insane, that’s what it is, and saying it out loud makes it sound even more absurd,” I groaned. “The more time goes by, I wonder what the hell I was thinking and if this was all worth it.”
“Now that he is here, what are you going to do?” he asked.
“Probably dodge him for a few days,” I chuckled. “It’s the least of what he deserves.”
“Well, if you need some reinforcements just let me know,” he said. “I’m sorry I rode the bull with him.
“Thanks, Beau,” I said, clapping his shoulder. “You didn’t know, and Nash Yarbrough is a handsome asshole. I don’t blame you. In any other situation I would be all over him.”
“All the good-looking ones are assholes,” he chuckled. “Well, not all, but most.”
“I agree, thanks for waiting for me, but go get some sleep.” I gave him a side hug.
“You too, can you do me a favor?” he asked, before I rounded my truck.
“Yeah,” I said intrigued.
“Can you text me when you’re home and safe?” he asked shyly. “I’ll worry wondering if you’re alright.”
“He doesn’t know where I live, but I will. Thanks, Beau.” I waved, leaving before I did something like kiss his cheek or worse, throw him in his back seat and have my way with him.
I jumped into my truck, pulling out my phone to put some music on when I noticed a text from my dear old husband.
Nash: Breakfast tomorrow? My treat?
I rolled my eyes. Nash could try to charm his way into whatever he thought I could give him, but he had another thing coming. I had nothing left to give to him and his family so whatever he wanted he could fucking beg for it.