5. Beau #2
I spent a few more days with Travis. We formed an uneasy truce, but he still wouldn’t give me the names I wanted. He insisted that if he found definitive answers, he would let me know, though he still thought I was safer without the information.
I ignored his warning. “Find out what you can, but don’t go looking for trouble.”
“Does that mean you finally see sense, and you’re not going to push this?”
“No, it means I’m trying not to get you killed. I want you to stay put.”
“What? I can’t. I have a job.”
“You have a shit job, and losing it is a hell of a lot better than losing your life. If whoever killed Rob is settling scores and dredging up the past, you’ll get caught up in it.”
Travis huffed. “What am I supposed to live on out here in the swamp?”
“I brought in enough supplies to last a month.”
He glanced around the shack that was just barely better than a tent. “You seriously want me to stay here.”
“Yes. It’s the safest place for you.”
“I don’t have a car. How the hell am I supposed to get out if I need to?”
“Try not to need to.”
“Fuck you, Beau. How can you?—”
“How can you argue with me when you left me for dead?” That was low, but he’d pissed me off, and I was still hurting.
“I didn’t. I… There’s a lot you don’t understand.”
Then why hadn’t he bothered to explain it? “I’m sure there is, but right now, what I do understand is that you’re no safer than I am, and you have less ability to defend yourself. Stay here and wait for me to contact you again.”
“I don’t even have cell service out here.”
I pulled out the satellite phone I’d gotten for him. “Take this. My number is programmed in.”
“Where did you?—”
I wrapped his hand around the phone and pulled mine away. “That’s irrelevant. Answer if I call.”
“You’re still so fucking bossy. You haven’t changed at all.”
“I hope to God you have.”
The ride home seemed endless. All my worries played on a loop in my head.
My long absence meant I’d disappointed legitimate customers and illegitimate ones as well, and some of the latter dealt with dissatisfaction by eliminating those who’d failed to meet their standards.
No matter the pressure to get back to work, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything when I got back except drag my tired body up the stairs to my apartment.
I needed a night off. I needed to clear my head and focus on something other than the sense of impending doom breathing down my neck.
And that was how I ended up in bed, watching porn and wishing every younger man I saw was Corbin.
Finally. I gave into the inevitable, closed my computer, and wrapped my right hand around my dick, letting myself indulge in the fantasy I’d thought of over and over, no matter how many times I told myself to stop.
I grabbed Corbin’s arm as he tried to leave the shop, turned him to face me, and gripped his chin, forcing him to keep his eyes on mine.
He struggled against my hold. “Let me go.”
“No. You need to learn how it feels for someone to take charge of you.”
His dark eyes widened. “What are you?—”
In my imagination, everything else faded away. We were no longer in the office. We were in my bedroom. I let go of his chin and laid my hands over his shoulders, pushing him until he dropped to his knees.
He looked up at me, all pretense of protest gone. I knew it wouldn’t be that easy in reality, but this was my fantasy. “I expect you to do everything I say. If you’re a good boy, you get to come. Do you understand?”
He licked his lips and nodded as he stared at the floor.
“Look at me.” When he didn’t comply, I fisted my hand in his hair and jerked his head back. He gasped as he met my gaze. “I expect a real answer.”
“Um… Yes, sir.”
“Much better.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. “Suck me off.”
I felt the tension leave his body at my command.
He wanted this. He wanted someone to tell him what to do, to help him learn to obey.
I groaned as his mouth closed around my cock. He took me deep into his throat and sucked hard. I knew I wouldn’t last long. He was fucking perfect. If he were mine, I would have his mouth every day. I would teach him everything he needed to know about discipline.
My hand moved faster on my cock as I fell deeper into the fantasy. The thought of how Corbin would look on his knees, his plump lips stretched around my shaft as I fucked his mouth was more than I could take.
Seconds later, my climax crashed over me, and I rode out every delicious moment of it, only letting go of my cock when it was too sensitive to bear my strokes anymore. If I came that hard just imagining Corbin, how good would the reality be?
I sighed. It didn’t matter because I was never going to find out.
I got cleaned up and went downstairs to the shop.
Just as I started to get to work on one of the many projects that had been put off during my absence, my phone rang.
I didn’t recognize the number, and since it was after hours, I didn’t bother to answer it.
A little while later, when I took a break to look up a part number, I realized the caller had left a voicemail.
“This is Corbin Theriot. I need some work done quickly, and I’m willing to pay extra. Please call me as soon as you get this.”
So he needed work done, not Remington or his family. What was that about? I sensed trouble, but I was calling him back before I could talk myself out of it.
“Corbin Theriot.” He sounded uncertain and very unlike he had the two times he’d been in my shop.
“It’s Beau. I understand you need my assistance.”
“Yes, sir.”
If only my fantasy were coming true, and he was on his knees when he said that. “I like you calling me sir. Why don’t you keep that up.”
“I need you to remove some scratches from a sports car.” I heard his annoyance, and I wanted to keep pushing his buttons.
“Could you be a little more specific?” I was sure there was more he wasn’t saying. He could have called almost anyone for something so simple.
He was silent for a few moments, and I started to get impatient when he finally said, “The situation requires discretion.”
“Did you steal the car?”
“No.”
I waited for several moments. “Details or I’m hanging up and getting on with my night.”
“It’s a Ferrari.”
Now I understood. “That wouldn’t be the one that belongs to your brother, would it?”
“Yes.” The word sounded like it was forced through clenched teeth.
“Why isn’t he calling me?”
“He’s headed out of town. I just dropped him off for his flight.”
Of course Remington would be leaving town just when I needed to talk to him about the situation with whoever was after me. “And if I need to speak with him about the repairs?”
“He’s not to be disturbed.”
Corbin was definitely trying to hide this from his big brother. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened?”
“There’s no need for that. The car is scratched. I need the scratches gone.”
His superior do-my-bidding tone was back, but I ignored it for the moment. “So you need me to be discreet about it?”
“That’s right.”
“In other words, you need me not to rat you out to Remington for fucking up his car.”
“I didn’t…”
Oh yes, he had, and I was going to make him pay for his mistake. “I don’t want excuses. I want honesty.”
“I left Remington’s car in a parking lot and someone scratched it all to hell. I need it fixed tomorrow, and you’re not to mention it to anyone.”
“That’s going to cost you.”
“Name your price.”
He shouldn’t make things so easy. “Not now. This is something we need to discuss face-to-face.”
“I don’t have time for?—”
“Neither do I. I have a full schedule this week, so you can find someone else to?—”
“No. Wait. When do you want to meet?”
If I had any sense, I’d tell him to drop the car off in the morning and charge him double for the work, but I didn’t have that kind of restraint. I was going to toy with him and teach him some lessons he needed to learn. “Tonight’s as good a time as any. Bring the car.”
“You’re working on a Saturday night?”
“Sometimes specialty jobs come in, and I do them whenever I get the chance. Also, I live over the shop.”
Once again, he hesitated before responding, “It will take me at least an hour to get there.”
“I’ll be here. I’d never miss a chance to get my hands on your… car.”
I ended the call and turned back to the parts manual I’d been flipping through.
Inviting Corbin here was a big mistake, especially with all I had going on and my backed-up workload, but he’d called me and offered himself—surely he didn’t think I was asking him here to negotiate over money, did he?
No, he was going to have to give me far more than that.