Chapter 20 Iris
iris
Heading to a rodeo with Nash sounded fun when he asked.
Now that I was packing, it felt strangely intimate, the only thing that was making me not cancel was the fact that Beau was coming with us.
If it was just Nash and me, I would have felt like a rodeo wife.
Would that make me a WAG? I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
We weren’t married in the traditional sense, so it didn’t make sense.
A knock on the door made my stomach churn with nerves. This was just a fun trip with friends… friends that I’ve slept with, friends that have made me cum… lots of times. Oh god, I hoped this wasn’t a mistake. I zipped up my luggage, making my way to the front door.
I opened the door expecting Nash, but Beau stood there in jeans, boots, a button-down and a cowboy hat.
“What do you think?” he asked, holding out his hands.
He looked handsome with a little stubble growing in and I loved that he had dressed like this.
“You look hot,” I said, fanning myself. “All the Buckle Bunnies will be asking who the hell you are.”
“Buckle bunnies? What the hell is that?” he asked, walking in.
“All the women who wish they were rodeo wives,” Nash said, coming in behind Beau.
“You know, like Puck Bunnies,” I said, giving him a reference he would understand.
“Oh, huh. I didn’t think you would have a fan base,” Beau said, grabbing my luggage.
I laughed as Nash scowled. “What the hell does that mean? We are a professional sport too.”
“I—I didn’t mean it like that,” Beau stuttered.
“Oh, calm down. Yes, we know you’re a professional, and yes, you have crazy women wanting to get into your pants,” I said, patting Nash’s chest.
Nash grabbed me around the waist. “I’m very desirable.”
I narrowed my eyes wondering where he was going with this.
“So, I better see you and Beau attempting to sneak out back or make signs for me.” He bit my shoulder.
I laughed. “I will not be acting like a desperate Buckle Bunny.”
“Iris has too much class for that,” Beau said, walking by us. “Plus, she’s got me.”
He winked as he left out the door.
“Cheeky little shit. Come on, wifey, let’s get on the road,” Nash said, spanking me as he followed Beau out the door. “Oh, hey. Did you get things settled with my father?”
“I’m waiting for my realtor to get back to me about that piece of land,” I said, grabbing my purse and the snack bag I packed.
“Ok, can you let me know what she says?” he asked. “I want to help if I can.”
“Thanks, Nash. I appreciate it,” I said, grabbing my keys to lock up.
This truce was weird, but I was glad his father needed something. I felt lighter, and this burden I had been feeling lately was almost nonexistent. I was coming to terms with moving forward and that might be without my family's farm.
The crowd went wild as Tanner Shiloh held on for eight seconds. He was a crowd favorite Bronc rider, and he had been in the circuit for years. I had seen him when Nash came to Monroe last year, and had heard of him when I was in Texas.
“This is insane!” Beau yelled, as people sat down. “I didn’t expect it to be like this.”
“Welcome to the rodeo, baby!” I yelled.
Beau looked around in awe and I liked to see him taking everything in.
“When does Nash—”
“Nash Yarbrough!” The announcer called out.
“Holy shit, where is he?” Beau looked around.
“He’s in the chute ready to go,” I said, showing Beau.
“Eight seconds, right?” Beau asked, grabbing my hand.
“Yeah, eight seconds,” I said, squeezing his hand. “It's over quickly and Nash is really good at this.”
“Why is this so nerve-wracking?” he sighed.
“It's unpredictable,” I said, watching Nash raise his hand.
Beau let go of my hand, picking up his fancy camera and adjusting something as he continued to look through the lens as it shuttered. He’d been taking pictures on it all day and most of the pictures looked damn good.
The gate opened and the bronc came out kicking.
Beau gasped dramatically. I had seen Nash do this twice, each time I thought it would get better, but it didn’t.
The announcer was saying something, but I could only hear myself counting down.
Nash made each buck look effortless as he stayed on and kept his hand up.
“Fuck,” Beau whispered, as a violent kick knocked Nash forward.
He adjusted quickly, just as the buzzer sounded and he jumped off the horse effortlessly.
The rodeo clowns distracted the horse as Nash stepped away, waving at the crowd.
Beau and I stood up cheering, and I whistled loudly, so he could see where we were at.
He found us immediately, giving us a big smile.
People around us probably thought it was for them, but I enjoyed knowing it was just for us.
“Damn, that was crazy,” Beau said, with wide eyes like he was high. “Is that all he has to do?”
“Today, yes. And if he has a qualifying score he will move on to the finals tomorrow,” I said, watching Nash disappear to the back of the rodeo.
“So, he usually has to ride twice?” he asked, taking more pictures.
“Yeah, sometimes it's twice in one day, sometimes it's several times during a short time frame, depending on how the rodeo or the stampede works,” I said, watching another rider get ready in the chute.
“You sound like a WAG,” he said.
“Oh, shut up,” I smacked his shoulder, messing up his shot.
“It’s not a bad thing,” he said, bringing his camera down. “You know if you guys stay—”
“We probably won’t,” I said, cutting him off. “We don’t need to entertain that thought.”
“I’m just saying, you fit in well with this life,” he said, raising a brow at me. “It’s like a midwestern love story.”
“Oh, shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. “That’s the last thing Nash wants. This is just temporary.”
“Then why invite us?” he challenged.
“We are just having fun, Beau, plus you said you had never been to one of these,” I said, feeling like a cornered cat. “Do you see all of us staying together?”
Beau studied me, biting his lip like he might want to say more. “Come on, let's go get some barbecue and not worry about it right now.”
I relaxed when he didn’t press the subject anymore. We scooted out of the stand, heading down the stairs.
“I noticed you said Nash wouldn’t want that, but is that something you want?” Beau said at the bottom of the stairs. “Just something to think about and that's the last thing I’ll say.”
He kissed my forehead, grabbing my hand, leading me to the small section of food they had.
I didn’t know what I wanted, but when we got married a part of me had always hoped we would find common ground and maybe find love in an unexpected way.
It was a stupid romantic idea, but I still held on to hope that maybe it would happen for us.
Even after all this time, I was still that innocent girl from a small town in Texas.
“Did he say when he would be done?” Beau asked, as we made out in our hotel room.
I shook my head, moving my head to the side as he kissed down the column of my neck, sucking my skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder. Beau ground against me pulling a whine from me, wanting more, but didn’t know if we should get started before Nash showed up.
“I have an idea, but you can tell me no, ok?” Beau said against my mouth.
“What?” I kissed him, tangling my tongue against his.
“I want to do a live.”
I jerked back.
“And I want you to watch me as I do it, while you touch yourself in the corner, off camera,” he said, rolling his hips against me. “I promise you will not be in the shot, just me as I watch you.”
A thrill shot through me. He would masturbate to me as everyone watched.
“You promise I would not be on camera?” I asked, trailing my hand down his chest and abs to his cock.
He shook his head as I rubbed him. “You would be in a corner away from the camera. This body is only for my eyes. I promise no one will see you.”
“Ok,” I said, before I chickened out.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said, leaning up. “Go strip, put your boots on, and sit on that chair in the corner.”
I scrambled up and he spanked me as I got off the bed. He pulled out a few things from his bag, setting up a light with his camera. It was surreal to see what he did for his website. It always seemed like Beau was like two sides of a coin and this was his different personality.
My heart raced as I stripped, sliding my boots on and my button-down for good measure. If Beau had a cowgirl fantasy, I could play into it really well. Beau set up his laptop on the bed, glancing up at me, his gaze getting darker as he took in what I was wearing.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
I listened, opening my legs slightly.
His nostrils flared as he took me in. “You naughty girl.”
I blew him a kiss, watching him finish setting up. He took off his shirt, unbuttoning his pants as he sat on the bed.
“You ready?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“Hell yes,” I said, trailing a hand down my chest.
“Show time,” he said, hitting a button on his laptop.
My heart raced as an irrational part of me wondered if they could see me. Beau said I was off camera and I had to trust he wouldn’t do that to me.
“Hey guys,” Beau said, capturing my attention. “How are y’all doing?”
This version of Beau mesmerized me. He still looked and sounded like himself, but his demeanor had changed.
He was no longer the guy who worked at the bar; this man was sex incarnate.
The way he spoke, and held himself was so different; it fascinated me.
An obnoxious number of pings and dings came from the laptop, making me guess what they were for.
“Oh, don’t be babies; I was on not too long ago and you guys loved that dark, silent session,” he said, leaning forward. “I might have to do some more of those in the future.”
“Today, we will do it like a normal session,” he purred, leaning back to take off his jeans.
He was hard in his boxer-briefs and the red made his cock look bigger and harder.