Chapter 10 Beau
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Working in the middle of the week wasn’t my favorite shift.
It was hit or miss and depending on who worked, Joe liked to cut the wrong people from shifts, and it was pissing me off.
Like yesterday, Iris got cut even though she was the last one to come in, when Joe could have easily cut Debbie who had already been working four hours and had made good tips.
It didn’t help that I was also slightly biased.
I couldn’t stand Debbie and her little crew of Piggly Wiggly mean girls.
You would think being in their twenties, they would have grown up, but I think that had only made it worse, which makes sense because people here act like sunshine comes out their ass.
I didn’t get it and I hoped I never got it either.
The bar parking lot was a little empty when I arrived, but what caught my attention was Iris flipping off Nash who was about to get off his truck. I laughed at her boldness, loving her ferocity, and made it a point to park by her just in case Nash gave her a hard time.
I got out of my car, looking over my shoulder at Nash’s truck, seeing him leaning back in his seat with his cowboy hat over his face like he might be taking a nap.
The urge to go pound on his window just to scare him awake made me smile, but if I did, I would be late and Joe was a fucking stickler for anyone being late, except for the mean girls.
So, Nash was safe from me tonight.
“Beau!”
Scratch that, he wasn’t safe.
“Make it quick, Nash,” I snapped, turning around.
Nash jogged to me. The universe thought it needed to reiterate that I had a cowboy or cowgirl fetish with how attractive Nash looked walking to me.
Dark denim hugged his thick legs, a green button-down complimented his tanned skin tone, his goatee that should not have been sexy and that damn cowboy hat.
I felt like I was having a deja vu moment.
Nash and Iris were sent to kill me or test me. The jury was still out on that.
He sighed. “Look, I know we didn’t meet under the best circumstances, and I hate to do this, but—”
“No,” I said, turning to walk away.
“Please,” he pleaded. “I know I fucked up and it has to do with her family farm and I don’t want to just?—look I just want to sit down and talk to her. Tell her that you can be there, we need to talk before my father does something stupid.”
I glared at him, trying to be mad at him, but he looked genuinely concerned for her.
“Maybe you should have taken her calls or actually been someone she could have relied on,” I said, snapping my mouth shut.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.
“I should have and I’m realizing I’m a big fucking asshole, taking my anger out on the wrong person,” he sighed. “Look, I just want to make things right with her, but I’m getting nowhere.”
“And what do you expect me to do?” I sighed. “Put in a good word for you? Because I won’t do that.”
He chuckled. “No Kitten, I don’t expect that you would. I just need to speak to her, so if there's a way for me to sit down with her—”
“Do you expect me to lie to her just so that you can get your chance to talk to her?” I scoffed.
“No, maybe dinner out and I show up?” He raised his brow.
“Nash—”
“I promise I’m not here to hurt her. My father needs some papers and something else concerning the farm,” he said, taking his hat off and running a hat through his hair. “Iris loves that farm and—”
“I know how much she loves that farm,” I interrupted him. “If I help you, Nash, and you fuck her over I swear, I will make you regret it.”
“So, you will help me?” He gave me a big smile that made my heart flutter.
“I’ll think about it,” I growled, turning around, mentally scolding myself for finding Iris’ husband attractive.
“Please, Beau,” he pleaded.
I looked over my shoulder to see him giving me big ol’ puppy dog eyes. I'd like to say that didn’t work, but I’m only a very single bi man. How the hell does Iris say no to him?
“I said I’ll think about it,” I said, walking away before I decided to help or get on my knees for him.
The bar had a decent amount of people and the best part; we didn’t have a single mean girl in sight. I didn’t know that god was looking out for us, but I loved the crew tonight. Margo, Sandy and Mindy were my favorites, of course, after Iris.
I dropped off my things in the break room, catching Iris taking off her sweater, showing me just a little of her midriff. Since I had seen her in her cowgirl get up, my mind had thought about what she would look like spread out on my bed or pressed up against the wall in just her boots.
“Oh, hey, Beau,” she said, pulling me away from my bad thoughts.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, giving her a hug and kissing her head. “How are you?”
“I’m ok,” she shrugged, pushing her purse into her locker with her sweater.
“What happened?” I knew something was up.
“Nash is an ass and I hate him,” she said, slamming the locker door.
“So, nothing new?” I chuckled, but she didn’t like I hoped she would.
“I just hate that he thinks he can come here and make demands like he didn’t just ignore me since we've been marr—” Iris looked at the door worried. “I just wish I could forget about him for a few hours. I need a fucking break.”
The offer to fuck her senseless was at the tip of my tongue, but that might not have been appropriate. Iris looked like the sort of woman who stayed loyal no matter the instance.
“Sorry, I know that's all I talk about lately it's just—”
“Hey, none of that.” I walked over to her, pulling her into my arms. “If talking about it is what you need, then talk. You will hear no complaints from me.”
She mumbled something against my chest that I couldn’t hear.
“What?” I asked, pulling away.
“Why are you so good to me?” She looked up at me with those beautiful bluish hazel eyes that made my breath catch.
“I think—”
“Beau!”
Sandy yelled breaking us apart just in time before she opened the door peeking in.
“What’s up?” I checked my apron.
“Joe wants to talk to you,” she said. “We also had a few groups come in, so chop chop, girl.”
“Oh, calm ya self,” Iris said, following me out of the break room.
I already knew what Joe wanted to talk to me about. Being late was the most serious infraction unless you were one of the mean girls.
For a weekday, the flow of customers was steady, and the best part was getting on the bull with Iris.
She loosened up after Sandy and I convinced her to do a shot with us when one of our tables complained to Joe about the food.
While he dealt with the customers, we cheered to our youth and downed a shot of whiskey.
Riding together was becoming addicting, seeing her moving those hips, each time the memory was seared into my brain for hours giving me plenty of spank bank material.
At one point, I felt more familiar eyes on us, and I wondered if Nash had come to take a peek at us.
I rode the bull with a few other people, giving everyone a good show and once eleven hit, most of the crowd had left. Joe bounced at that time too, leaving Sandy, Iris and I to clean up the bar after we closed at twelve.
“Are you ok if I tell Sandy to leave?” Iris asked. “We are almost done and well, she needs to get home to her family.”
“Yeah, tell her to get out of here,” I said, knowing she needed to get home to go take care of her family
I admired the hell out of Sandy, stepping up and taking care of her family. She never complained, at least I never heard her. I was glad her brother and sister had someone like her to take care of them.
“Thank you!” Sandy yelled as she left.
I waved goodbye, lifting a chair up onto the table so we could mop.
Iris waved as she helped me to put the chairs up, heading to the bar to raise the music.
I had never closed the bar with just her, it was always closing with a group of people, but I liked this.
I knew it was more work, but it didn’t matter because I would rather close the bar with Iris any day than deal with Joe and those judgy women.
A song began playing that made Iris instantly start to sing along to as she wiped down the bar.
I grabbed the mop, wrung it out, and started at the furthest end.
We worked together in silence and as I finished mopping, she was swaying her hips to some Beyonce song.
Iris enraptured me with her dancing, completely oblivious of her appeal. It's what made her so damn beautiful.
I finished, putting the mop away and going through what other tasks needed to be done. Shutting the closet, I turned around to see Iris right behind me with a broom.
“We forgot this,” she said as I opened the closet again.
She brushed past me. I should have moved, but I didn’t. I should have been a gentleman, but I didn’t want to be. I should have walked away, but the way she was looking at me…
“Beau,” she said breathily.
“Tell me no,” I said softly.
She took a deep breath. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Last chance,” I said. “I can only be good for so long so if you don’t want to be unfaithful to your—”
She didn’t let me finish my sentence, pressing her pillowy lips against mine.
My brain short-circuited for a second because I didn’t think she would make the first move.
I slid my hand around her waist bringing her closer, kissing her harder, my tongue pleading for entrance softly before she opened up for me.
She sighed, going pliant in my arms as I pushed us into the wall.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me in closer and I kissed her harder.
I groaned when she hooked her leg over my hip, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
My cock was instantly hard. I was slowly losing any reason why I shouldn’t get on my knees for her, show her how good I could make her feel and make her forget about her husband.
I ground my hips into hers, needing more. “Iris.”
She mewled as my hands roamed her body, grabbing a handful of her ass, the other hand traveling up her torso and grabbing her breast. Iris moaned, rolling her hips against my cock, arousal shooting up my spine.
“Yes, Beau,” she gasped when I thrust against her.
“Iris, this is your last chance, I…I—”
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she murmured against my lips.
“Never,” I said, kissing her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck.
Licking and sucking down the column of her neck and chest, I wondered what I wanted to do with her. This was all about her, I wanted her to feel wanted, I needed her to get her mind off of Nash and only think of me.
I pulled down her shirt, exposing the cup of her bra and I pulled that down, exposing her pretty pink nipple.
My tongue circled her hard bud, flicking it and then sucking it into my mouth.
I did it a few more times before I slowly kissed across her chest, uncovering her other breast and paying it equal attention as I flicked open her shorts.
My hand slid down into her panties and found her soaked.
“Fuck,” Iris moaned, thrusting her hips forward as my middle finger found her clit.
I rubbed soft circles around it as I did the same thing to her nipple.
Iris ran her hand through my hair, grabbing a handful, yanking my head up to capture me in a filthy kiss.
I was not prepared for it as she rocked her hips against my hand.
I groaned, loving this side of her, wanting more, but I needed to taste her first.
Letting myself slowly kiss my way down her body, I tugged her shorts down, leaving her in her underwear that had a wet patch on them. It was the sexiest thing I had seen in a while and I pressed my nose against her, inhaling her scent, kissing her pussy through her underwear.
“Beau,” Iris whined.
“Patience,” I said, kissing her again.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Leaning back, I admired her in nothing but a Boozy Bandit shirt, panties and cowboy boots.
“Goddamn, Iris,” I said, adjusting my cock in my jeans, tempted to pull myself out so she could see how she was affecting me.
I slid her panties down her legs, helping her out of them and I couldn’t wait any longer. I hooked a leg over my shoulder and dove in. I swirl my tongue over her clit, softly sucking it before I gave her one big, long suck.
“Beau!” Iris shouted, running one of her hands through my hair pulling at the strands slightly.
I moaned against her pussy, kissing her clit softly, looking up at Iris. Her hazel eyes darkened, her eyes were half open, sensuality pouring out of her.
“You look good on your knees, Beau,” she said, swiping her thumb against my lips.
I nipped at her thumb, sucking it into my mouth as seductively as I could.
“Fuck, Beau,” she whimpered.
I grinned. “Oh, Iris, you haven’t felt anything yet.”
I’d make sure she would leave here only remembering my name and forgetting she had a husband.