Chapter 11 Nash
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Talking to Beau might have been a stupid idea.
He didn’t look to be my biggest fan, but I was ready to try anything.
After I had kissed Iris, I had this urgency to be near her, not just to kiss her again, but to talk—to actually talk.
It wasn’t just about the farm, it was about us.
I needed to apologize for being an ass, and explain so much more.
I realized I hadn’t given her a chance and she was stuck in a situation I hadn’t made any better.
I hated that I had made things worse for her.
After attempting to talk to Beau, I needed food. As much as I wanted to go into the bar and wait her out, that wasn’t going to get me anywhere except another fuck you and her anger. I almost wanted to push her buttons. Iris upset made me excited and horny as hell.
Maybe Brooks was right about giving Iris a chance. We were already married and we had chemistry. Last night felt explosive, if she hadn’t come to her senses I might have fucked her in my truck, too afraid to go anywhere because if we had she would have left.
I grabbed a burger from the diner, taking it back to the bar quickly in case she got cut early again.
This might have been stalker-ish, but what else was I going to do?
I didn’t know where she lived or her routine other than her coming to the ranch occasionally.
She hadn’t been by since I had started working there and waiting for her to come to me seemed to be taking too long.
I kept thinking of that kiss, making me more impatient.
The door to the bar opened, a couple walked out laughing, disappointment hit me square in the chest. I knew getting cut early sucked, but I kind of hoped she would leave without Beau—her guard dog.
In a weird way, I was glad she had him; I didn’t like that she worked here, it felt unsafe.
Men with a few drinks in them were always going to be trouble, especially with how beautiful Iris was.
A few construction workers left around nine and I knew I was going to be in for a long night.
Leaning my chair back, I set my alarm for eleven, since that was when the bar closed.
I might as well get a few hours of shut-eye.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to get up too early tomorrow, but I didn’t want to be late to work.
Working for Iris’ brother was strange. He ran things a lot differently than my father did, with a more relaxed approach.
His ranch was small compared to what my family had, but looking at what Theo had accomplished, I'd say he was more successful than my father.
I appreciated that he treated me as an equal instead of just a lowly worker.
Hopefully, that would make telling him I had married his sister easier.
I don’t know why Iris hadn't told her family. They seemed like a tight-knit unit, but it was shocking she had hidden this from them. Why was she hiding me? It was stupid to be disappointed about it when I wouldn’t even acknowledge her either.
I ran my hand over my face, getting a headache from thinking about our situation so much. I needed a nap before I talked to Iris.
Sleeping was awful. Every time the damn door opened, I jolted awake, hoping it was her.
By eleven almost everyone had cleared out, even her boss and a few other servers.
I pushed my seat up, ready to open my door and talk to her.
Another girl walked out alone, but no sign of Iris or Beau.
Ten minutes passed, then another ten. It was twelve-thirty when I got out of my truck pacing, feeling restless. They were taking too long.
I didn’t know who else was in there or else I would have gone in.
Her boss wasn’t here so maybe I could get away with going in, but I didn’t want her having to explain my presence there.
There were only three other cars in the parking lot, so there had to be only three of them in there unless someone from the bar had left their car.
Fuck it.
I locked my car, looking around like someone might roll up at any moment and ask me what the fuck I was doing.
My hand raised up to knock, but that seemed like a surefire way to get rejected.
I pulled the door slowly and it opened. After I talked to Iris, I had to tell someone to lock this fucking door, anyone idiot could walk it.
Yes, I was an idiot.
Looking around, I listened for anyone, but all I heard was music.
This was a bad idea, but it seemed I was full of them, might as well as keep up with them.
I walked into the bar looking around but seeing no one.
A bad feeling came over me, wondering if something had happened until I heard a moan.
Wait, was that a moan? I walked inside further as quietly as I could, wondering what the hell was going on.
Was it Iris and Beau? Or Beau and whoever else left their car here?
Jealousy surged through me; I walked faster through the bar stopping when the hallway to the bathroom came into view.
Iris was against the wall, eyes closed, head tilted up, moaning again with her leg over Beau’s shoulders, completely naked from the waist down except her boots were still on.
A searing need hit me at the erotic scene playing out before me.
My cock was hard instantly as I watched Beau pleasure my wife with gusto.
He pressed the heel of his hand against his own erection, then sliding it up her leg to play with her pussy.
My mouth dried up wondering what she tasted and felt like.
She moaned again louder and if I had to guess, she was close to her orgasm.
Beau’s hand moved in and out of her pussy as Iris ground herself against his face, looking lost to the pleasure he was bringing her.
My wife was gorgeous like this, completely uninhibited, wild and so free nothing like the mousey woman I believed her to be. I pressed my palm against myself before rearranging my hard cock in my jeans, desperate to pull myself out and jerk it to the live show.
“Fuck, Beau,” Iris said, her voice a little husky.
She looked down at him, running her hand through his hair, rolling her hips against his face.
I gritted my teeth keeping my moan from escaping.
I shuffled back, attempting to leave before she noticed me, but her hazel eyes looked right up to me.
We locked eyes, I braced myself for her anger or hatred, except Iris leaned her head back staring at me.
“Beau,” she moaned, rolling her hips.
I clenched my jaw expecting to feel jealous or anger at another man's name on her lips, even if she wasn’t mine.
There was none, all I wanted was to go up to her and try and make my name come out of her mouth or make him service both of us.
Images of us together in bed did nothing to dispel the heat running through my body.
My cock throbbed at the image before me and my wild imagination conjured another fantasy. She narrowed her eyes as I rubbed my cock over my jeans wondering if I should take it out and put on a show for her to punish her.
“Shit!” Iris yelled, closing her eyes running her hand through his hair as she rode her orgasm out.
She looked stunning, riding the wave of ecstasy. As much as I wanted to stick around for more, I stepped back slowly, walking out of the bar with her cries of pleasure seared into my brain.
The cool night didn’t help my aching cock.
I drove to my cabin replaying our interaction over and over again.
When I finally made it home, I rushed inside heading straight for the shower.
I undressed quickly, my cock grateful for the space, but my balls were aching for a release.
Before the water had a chance to get warm, I stepped in, grabbing the shower gel and wrapping my hand around my cock.
Iris’s look of drunken pleasure with Beau on his knees and her cries of pleasure sent me over the edge with only a few strokes.
I slapped my hand on the tile to keep me from falling over from the intensity of my orgasm.
With each wave of pleasure, I imagined Beau and Iris with me and what that would have looked like.
My cheeks grew warm as I tried to catch my breath.
I didn’t know what the hell that was and why the thought of watching my wife with another man was so appealing.
This entire situation was becoming too complicated.
All I wanted was to get this information to Iris, so that I could get back to the circuit to continue what I had set out to do.
I couldn’t get distracted, not when I was so close to completing what I had set out to do.
This is why I didn’t want a wife, I didn’t want to care, but now I felt like I owed something to Iris.
Whether she’d like to admit it, we were in this together and maybe we needed to figure out how to navigate my father together.
Brooks was right, Iris had surprised me, but I also wasn’t ready for Beau.