Chapter 19 Beau
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“How busy can you be in this small town?” Valencia said, as I picked up around the house. “I swear, every time I call, you’re busy or I get your voicemail.”
“I’ve been working a lot,” I said, trying not to think about the real reason I had been busy lately.
I told myself I would not let Iris and Nash take up all my time, but apparently, that was just a suggestion to myself.
I had seen one or both of them every day this week, whether it was at the bar or for lunch or a quick romp.
This was a bad idea waiting to blow up in our faces, but did I care? Apparently, no.
“Work at that bar, twenty-four seven?” she quipped.
“No, but late nights—”
“Oh, bullshit, we worked lots of late nights,” she sighed. “Are you sure you're ok?”
“Yes, I am fine. I have been hanging out with Iris,” I said, hating I had to give her a morsel of something or else she wouldn’t stop bugging me.
“Iris.”
“Yes, Iris,” I said, waiting for her to say something or scold me.
“Beau, did you go to Sterling Ridge for her?” she asked.
“What?”
“Are you in love with her?” She pressed.
“What are you talking about?” I chuckled.
“I’m still trying to figure out why you left and this is the only thing that makes sense,” she said. “Look, I’m just trying to be a friend and you’ve been worrying me.”
I tried not to feel guilty. “No, I'm not in love with her and I didn’t come here for her.”
“Ok,” she said.
The silence made me feel even worse.
“I was—”
“Lenny!” Someone called Valencia.
“Hey, I gotta go,” she said, hanging up before I had time to say bye.
I looked at my phone, hating that I couldn’t tell her the truth or wondering why I couldn’t tell her the truth.
It was to protect her, right? I missed my friend and my life in Denver, but I just had to lay low until I felt it was safe enough to go back, because the messages hadn’t stopped, they had become more frequent, more aggressive.
Fuck, what if I was never safe?
I hated where my thoughts were leading me, and I needed something to do before my fear consumed me. Nash and Iris were working the ranch today, so maybe that was my perfect excuse to visit. Checking my watch, it was around lunchtime and maybe we could have lunch together. I texted our group chat.
Me: Have time for a quick lunch break? My treat.
Nash: Only if I can have you for lunch.
Iris: Can I watch?
I laughed. I swear I had found the two horniest people in Colorado.
Me: How about food first?
Nash: Boring.
Me: I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Is that ok?
Iris: Nash should be at the barn by them. I’m further out.
Me: Ok, I’ll see you soon.
I grabbed my car keys, making my way to Mae’s.
I ordered some sandwiches and some dessert that had some whipped cream in case we had time for some fun.
On the drive over, I chuckled at how much had changed in just a couple of weeks.
Last time I was here, I was making sure Nash wasn’t an asshole and here I was wishing we had time to fuck.
Oh god, what was I getting myself into?
I parked by the house again, leaving the food in the car this time as I walked to the barn, hoping that Nash was already there.
The day was gorgeous and the pastures were beautiful out in the distance.
A dog and the pig came out to greet me again as I walked.
The pig waddled in a different tutu as the dog ran circles around us.
A few goats were walking, grazing and it looked like there were a few kids this time too.
I was never really an outdoorsy person, but seeing all these animals was adorable.
The barn looked like it had a new door as I walked in, and the hard smell of animals made my nose crinkle.
I don’t think I would ever get used to it.
A few horses were in their stalls as I walked up to them. They were beautiful but intimidating.
“Ever ridden a horse?”
“Jesus Christ,” I squealed, turning around to see Nash with his horse trailing behind him.
He chuckled. “I didn’t peg you for being so skittish.”
“I’m not, but I—”
“Okay,” he drawled. “So have you ever ridden a horse?”
“What do you think? I’m a city boy through and through,” I said, getting out of his way.
“You could have gone riding,” he said. “I know plenty of cowboys who were city boys at one point.”
“Yeah, not me. I love the concrete jungle,” I said, admiring him taking care of his horse. “I love all the conveniences.”
“One day, Iris and I will get you on a horse and take you riding,” he said, kissing his horse on the head before locking her in the stall. “There are great trails around here, easy enough for beginners.”
“I don’t think I want to be sore from just horseback riding,” I quipped.
“Oh, I can make you plenty sore from other things,” he said, his voice low as he walked over to a sink, turning it on.
My cheeks heated from the implication, wanting nothing more than Nash to bend me over and make good on his promise. I turned around to look at the pig in the tutu before I jumped this man.
“So, what’s with the pig in the tutu?” I asked, as the sink turned off. “She’s cute, but who keeps changing her tutu?”
“Is that what you really want to talk about, Kitten?” Nash came up behind me.
“Maybe,” I sighed, as he kissed my neck, his stubble adding to the electric feeling.
“I keep thinking about what you would taste like,” he said against my skin. “The weight of you against my tongue and what your release would feel like going down my throat.”
“Fuck,” I shivered, as he pressed his hard cock against my ass. “Someone will come.”
“Forest is with Jude and Sam, Theo and Colt are with Iris, who I’m sure are going to go home while she comes to us,” he said unbuckling my pants. “So, it’s just going to be us and well, the animals.”
“These poor things don’t need to see this,” I groaned, as he pushed his hand down my underwear, palming my hard cock.
Nash pulled me until he was against a wall and he fell to his knees. The sight was unholy, with his hat on, and I didn’t know what the hell to do. He pulled my cock out, swallowing it in one go as I cried out. My toes curled from the intense pleasure, I almost came.
“Holy shit, Nash,” I gasped.
“I knew you’d taste so good,” he groaned, sucking on me again.
“If you keep this up, I’m gonna come,” I panted, looking over my shoulder because I didn’t trust that no one was going to walk in on us.
“That’s the point, Beau,” he smirked. “I need you to come.”
He looked up at me with those baby blues. This big bronc rider was on his knees for me and the only thing better was if his wife would have been right next to him.
“Open up, big boy,” I said, feeding him my cock.
Nash groaned, opening his mouth as I slowly thrusted into his mouth.
“Yes,” I said, rolling my hips watching him take my cock easily. “Such a good boy.”
Nash’s eyes grew wide as he moaned and I smirked, wondering if he had a praise kink.
I picked up my pace, fucking his mouth faster keeping my thrusts shallow until he pushed his mouth down my cock taking almost all of me.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
My orgasm rushed forward, ramming into me. I cried out again slamming my hand against the wall to hold me up as I rolled my hips, unloading into Nash’s mouth. He hummed his approval as I rode out my orgasm.
“So, fucking good,” Nash hummed, cleaning me until I was too sensitive I had to push him away.
“Nash…” I stepped back, putting my soft cock away.
He stayed on his knees completely blissed out, wiping his mouth and licking the last bit of cum from the corner of his mouth.
“Bad boy,” I chuckled, looking around. “These poor animals.”
Nash shrugged, getting up, adjusting his cock. “I’m just glad none of them came over.”
“Oh my god.” I covered my face. “If one of them touched me I would have ended it.”
Nash chuckled. “It would have been worse if one of them humped you with all the noise you were making.”
“Shut up,” I said, walking away. “I was gonna suck your cock, but just for that, not anymore.”
“That’s alright, I’ll just have a good time in the shower tonight,” he smirked, as we left the barn.
“Hey guys,” Iris said, hopping off her horse. “I made it just in time, I’m starving.”
If I hadn’t come five minutes earlier, I would have popped a boner. Her blouse was opened, showing her plump breasts that jiggled as she got off.
“Fucking hell, woman,” Nash groaned. “You riding around with your brother like that?”
“Dammit, this button keeps popping open and I forgot a tank underneath,” she said, buttoning it back up.
“Nah, beautiful, keep it open. I like a show with my lunch,” I said, picking her up and motorboating her.
Iris squealed, laughing loudly.
“Beau, I gotta put Snow White away,” she laughed.
“Hey, Nash. Be a good boy and put up her horse,” I grinned, walking to the cabin.
“I’ll remember this!” he yelled back.
“I think Nash has a praise kink,” I said, as we got to the cabin.
“Oh, does he?” She smirked as I put her down. “I think we can have fun with that.”
“Yeah, we can,” I said, kissing her against the door.
Maybe Valencia was right. Having a triad was kind of fun, but for how long?