Chapter 16 Beau
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“I hate when we have to work opposite shifts,” I said, sitting down on the bench in the break room.
“I know, working early sucks sometimes,” Iris said, grabbing her purse and sweater. “We didn’t get a ton of people for lunch, so I’m hoping for a busier night for you.”
“I don’t think I have ever seen a slow night here,” I said, studying her.
Since she had been sick, I had had this insane worry she wasn’t better and she was pushing herself too hard. Those two days with her had worried me. I know she had family here, but they all had families of their own. Who was taking care of Iris?
Not that she couldn’t take care of herself. I just—I didn’t like that she was alone.
“Don’t say that, you’ll jinx the bar and Joe will come looking for you,” she chuckled.
“How are you feeling?” I couldn’t help myself to ask.
“Beau, I’m fine.” Her eyes softened as she gave me a smile. “I promise I am. I even moved the herd yesterday, and I had no problems doing it.”
“Iris, you were on a horse yesterday?!” I stood shocked. “You were just coughing up your lungs and—”
Soft pillowy lips shut me right up. As she pulled away, I deepened the kiss, pushing her towards the lockers. Our late-night romp had not been enough to satisfy me. I had thought about continuing what we had started, but not sure how to go about it.
That night when she tried to reciprocate, all I could think about was her on her knees for me, looking up at me with those eyes as she sucked my cock.
I wanted to give her some stress relief, a break from that asshole—who apparently wasn’t an asshole after all.
So, I sent her home with a promise of next time, but I didn’t know how to go about a next time.
Iris made me feel like this was my first crush, unsure how to navigate this feeling and I didn’t know if I liked it or not.
I hadn’t had a crush like this in a long time.
“Beau,” Iris mewled as I kissed her neck, her hips rolling against me.
Something crashed outside of the breakroom.
“Fuck,” I growled, stepping away from Iris.
We stared at each other, breathing a little heavily.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t–”
“It was me who started it,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t think that through, but I’m not sorry about it.”
She smiled softly.
“Good, I don’t want to be sorry about it either,” I said, adjusting myself so she knew how much she had affected me.
Iris glanced down, blushing, grabbing her purse.
“I’ll see you later?” She looked over her shoulder.
“Yeah,” I said. “Have a good night, Iris.”
“You too, Beau,” she said, opening the door and leaving.
I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down before I went out on the floor.
Once I was ready, I went out, ready for a slow night, but of course it wasn’t.
By nine o’clock all the tables were filled with standing room only.
I had already done my turn on the bull, but Joe requested I do another turn since we had a group of women come in.
Making sure all my tables had refills, I made my way to Joe, who announced me.
A familiar cowboy leaned against the bar, tipping his hat with that sexy grin of his.
Nash looked damn good, all dressed up and clean cut.
I winked as I passed him, getting into the ring and hopping onto the bull.
I took my apron off, throwing it at Joe as the bull started to move.
My body came alive, instinctually moving, as I rolled my hips, throwing my hands up in the air.
The bull turned aggressively as I let myself go with the flow, turning around as it dipped.
It was hard to see much of the crowd from here with all the movement.
I couldn’t help but look for him and I knew it was stupid, reckless even, but I searched for him.
I blamed it on Iris, for getting me all horny.
I wanted to make sure Nash was watching me as I rolled my hips, wondering if he was imagining me in a naughty way.
Nash’s eyes were expressive. I know what I saw the first night; he wanted me. One revolution around and I didn’t see him anymore. Disappointment hit me hard. Did he leave while I was riding? That was fucking rude.
“Mind if I get a ride?”
I stared at a hand touched my leg. Nash stood next to me as the bull’s head dipped and he jumped on.
“Oh, Cowboy, you sure you're up for this kind of ride,” I said, rolling my hips dramatically.
“Give me all you got,” he said, as the tables of women cheered loudly.
On the next lift, I stood up, using the rope I had them install not too long ago.
I lingered so his face was close to my crotch before I swung around the back of the bull using my motion to sit right behind it.
I pushed him down as the bull leaned forward like I was fucking him.
Nash looked so good bent over, my mouth watered at the sight, but I didn’t let myself get lost, I was at work and I was a performer.
I stood up again and swung to the front, straddling him, gaining more noise from the ladies.
“Fuck, Beau.” Nash mouthed.
I leaned forward. “That’s all you get for today.”
Leaning up, I used my legs to push him off the bull and I stood.
The bar laughed as I smirked, seeing him just lying there with a playful smile.
A woman made her way to me and Nash helped her up.
I continued my little show, feeling Nash’s eyes on me the entire time.
It was almost like I was performing on camera, it was a thrill, a rush that I craved.
The bar slowed down around eleven after the group of women left.
A few people stuck around, regulars who stayed until we closed.
I started closing duties because I was ready to go home.
Nash stayed at the bar, speaking to Mindy who laughed occasionally, leaning over the bar to show her tits to him.
I had the urge to tell her to back off, but I didn’t know if it was my jealousy or if it was for Iris’s sake.
Why did I have to lust after a married man?
Nash must have felt my eyes on him. He turned around catching my gaze and he smirked, that same cocking smirk I had met him with.
I rolled my eyes, going back to work. Luckily, Joe cut me, saying he and the girls would close.
He didn’t have to tell me twice since he always bounced.
I went to the break room, grabbing my jacket, leaving my apron.
I waved to the girls as I was leaving, feeling a few death glares, but I didn’t care.
They could take it up with Joe. I put in my fair share of nights alone, when they got to leave with Joe.
Nash was putting down some cash as I walked by the bar.
I waved to Mindy, nodding at Nash, trying not to bring attention to us.
No one knew he and Iris were married, but flirting with him felt forbidden.
The cool night felt good on my overheated skin.
I still needed a light jacket to go out, but the nights were warming up.
Everyone was ready for the spring. The locals kept saying this time of the year was the most beautiful.
I was used to the concrete jungle, it was excited to see what Sterling Ridge looked like when everything was blooming.
“Beau!”
My heart raced as I recognized the voice.
“Go home, Nash,” I said, unlocking my car.
“No,” he said defiantly, catching up to me.
I grinned, wondering where this was going, my horniness was willing to play even if I knew it was a dumb idea.
“What do you want?” I asked, in a bored tone.
I turned around to see him coming closer.
“I want to say thanks for the ride,” he smirked, boxing me into my car.
“It's my job. No need to thank me.” I put my hand on his chest, afraid he was going to come closer.
“I also wanted to thank you for listening to me while Iris was sick,” he said seriously. “It felt good to talk about what was going on and I didn’t think it would feel good to get things off my chest.”
“You should have talked to someone sooner,” I said, trying not to admire the hard pec underneath my hand. “It always helps to talk to someone.”
“I should have, it's hard to find someone who will listen, but it helped me finally talk to Iris,” he said with a crooked grin.
“That’s good,” I said, feeling a little light-headed from his proximity.
“Did Iris tell you?”
“No, she didn’t mention it,” I said, as he leaned closer. “But I’m glad you guys have spoken.”
“Not about that.” he said, his voice becoming deeper.
“About what?” I asked, clenching his shirt in my fist.
“I saw you with her,” he whispered.
My eyes widened as I jerked back. “Nash, I—”
“I’m not mad. I have no right or claim to her, but from what I saw, I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” he said, when we were nose to nose.
“Nash,” I said softly, unsure of what the hell was happening.
Why hadn’t Iris told me and why did I like knowing he knew I had satisfied his wife?
“Beau.” He didn’t move any closer, but I saw the intent in his eyes.
Did I dare kiss him? I glanced down at his lips then back up to his radiant blue eyes and I've never wanted a kiss more.
Nash leaned forward, and I closed my eyes.
His lips were soft as they kissed me, his goatee rubbing against my face gently.
It was tentative at first until I responded.
When he pressed our bodies together, my nervous system came to life.
I moaned, maybe whimpered, allowing him access to kiss me harder.
My hand slid behind his neck, up into his hair knocking his hat off.
He pressed his hips against my own, slowly thrusting into me, letting me feel his hard cock.
I groaned at the friction, wanting more but also wanting to stay like this, but needing more. It felt wrong and right at the same time, which was fucking with my head. What if Iris found out? What would she think? They had talked, maybe they were on their way to becoming husband and wife.
“Nash,” I groaned, as he kissed down my neck.
“Beau,” he murmured against my skin, licking and sucking.
“Nash,” I said, pushing him back. “We can’t.”
His chest moved up and down rapidly, his lips were swollen from kissing and all I wanted was to keep kissing him. Iris came to mind again and I couldn’t do that to her.
“We can’t do this to Iris,” I said, pushing him back further away.
“What if—”
“No what-if’s,” I said, side stepping him. “I don’t do what-if’s.”
“Beau, I meant—”
“Goodbye, Nash,” I said unlocking my car several times out of panic.
I opened the door, started the car and left without looking back at him. If I had, I would have heard him out and if I had, god knows what the hell I would have done. Nash was charismatic and after that kiss, he knew how to get what he wanted, and I couldn’t do that to Iris.
When I got home, I was too horny and riled up so I couldn’t go to sleep.
I quickly set up a cam session. I made the room dark, with a neon light, and put on a dark hoodie with a zipper, hiding my face.
When I started doing cameos, I was faceless and no one knew what I looked like and they were a big hit until I decided to do more.
I needed release, but I was a mess, so why miss out on making money off it?
It was late and I didn’t expect a lot of people to be on.
They flooded the comments immediately, asking what was going on.
Before I got on, I retyped how the live was going to go.
No talking, just touching myself, if you wanted more you had to pay.
I started with my jeans on and once we hit the thresholds, I took more and more clothes off.
My moans and breathing were dramatic, the money was coming in quickly. It was not long until I was completely naked with just my hood on, stroking my cock, teasing myself, biting my lip, groaning, imagining things I shouldn’t be imagining.
Cash was flowing in, pleasuring Iris was playing in my head and Nash had somehow made it into my fantasy fucking her, while I sucked on her clit. I was lost in my fantasy when my orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I moaned loudly, biting my lip before I said one of their names.
I was screwed. Irrevocably screwed. I wanted a married couple and I didn’t know what the hell to do about it.