9. Beau
BEAU
I knew what I wanted to do with Corbin. I wanted to put him over my knee and spank his ass until he was begging me to stop. I wanted his skin reddened. I wanted him to hurt enough to remember it every time he thought about breaking my rules, but that would cross a line.
As if I hadn’t crossed one already. The only thing protecting me right now was the fact that no way in hell was he going to mention this to his brothers because he didn’t want them to know any more than I did.
Remington and Lance would be pissed as hell that I’d made their brother work for me, but I could talk my way out of that or make myself invaluable enough that they would overlook it as long as he was only inconvenienced and not harmed.
If I touched him… If I beat his ass… If I drove my cock into his tight little ass and?—
No. None of that was going to happen.
“Come on.” I gestured for him to follow me.
“Where are we going?”
I liked the edge of fear in his voice. It was so much better than the arrogant shit he’d spouted the first few times he’d come to the shop.
“To the back.” I ignored the sound of protest he made. I was sure he’d follow me no matter how scared he was.
We reached a storeroom where I hoped I could find some coveralls that wouldn’t swallow him.
He stood in the doorway while I sorted through a bin.
I found some that might work and tossed them at him.
At least his reflexes were good enough to catch them.
“Get changed, then I have some cleaning for you to do.”
He just stood there, staring at me, running his teeth over his bottom lip. Did he have any idea how much that turned me on?
“I know you’re struggling to meet my expectations, but I’m sure you can dress yourself.”
He gave me a nervous glance. “Aren’t you… aren’t you going to leave?”
So he was suddenly feeling shy. “What if I say no?”
I expected him to give me some entitled bratty comment like he usually did. Instead, he slid his jacket off and tossed it onto the shelf beside him. Then his hands went to his fly. I watched, mesmerized, as he undid his belt, then unfastened his pants and lowered the zipper.
I coughed to mask a groan, and he looked up at me through his eyelashes. Goddammit. Was he trying to kill me? Did he want me to fuck him hard and rough so he could run and tattle to his brother?
No, if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that he didn’t want Remington to know about any of this.
As he started to lower his pants exposing silky turquoise briefs that revealed more than they hid, I found my voice. “I was about to show you where the bathroom was, but if you insist on giving me a show, then?—”
His seductive expression turned to a scowl. “Fuck you.”
“Do you really want to offer that?” I sure as hell wanted to take him up on it, but it wouldn’t matter how willing he was; his brother would still kill me, slowly and painfully.
“No. I thought…”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’d love to see every inch of you if that’s what you’d like, but say the word, and I’ll step out and let you finish.”
He looked ready to attack me. “Why the hell did you let me get this far?”
“I was shocked by your forwardness.” I fanned myself as though I was nearly overcome.
“Jesus, why are you such an asshole?”
“Because it makes people listen.”
He pointed to the door. “Get out.”
“Try again. Talking to your boss like that will get you fired.”
“You’re not really my boss.”
“Right now, I am.”
He sighed as if he were very put upon. “Fine. I’d like privacy to change. Please.”
His sarcastic tone had me once again contemplating how hot the imprint of my hand would look on his ass. I walked out before he could tempt me anymore.
He closed the storeroom door behind me with a firm push, not quite a slam, which was good.
I might have convinced myself that door slamming demanded punishment, and right now, other than the chores I already had planned for him, I couldn’t think of any punishments that didn’t involve my hand on his ass or him choking on my dick.
A few moments later, he came out wearing the coveralls. He’d rolled them up at both the ankles and wrists to make them fit, and he looked adorable and really damn young.
“Can we get on with this?” he asked when I didn’t speak for several seconds.
This time all I had to do was raise a brow, and he sighed. “Would you please tell me what you’d like me to do today?”
I grinned. “That’s much better.”
I took him into the second garage behind the main building, the one where we did our specialty work, some of which was legal, most of which at least skirted a line. When he stepped inside, I heard him suck in his breath.
I turned to look at him, and the sight of him with his mouth open, his eyes wide as he took in the gorgeous cars we had back there had me wanting to push him against the door and devour him. He would give in if I did. I was sure of it. He’d let me take him any way I wanted to.
I should send him home. This was never going to work. I was going to be hard and distracted by something I couldn’t have all day.
He turned back to me. “I didn’t know… I thought…”
“Your brother really doesn’t tell you anything, does he?”
His cheeks pinkened, and I simultaneously wanted to fuck him mercilessly and pull him into my arms and comfort him. He’d apparently never been given the chance to grow up.
“I knew you did favors for him, but I thought this was a regular body shop.”
“There’s nothing regular about me, and there never will be.”
He snorted. “I guess not.” He walked toward the Lamborghini I’d mentioned earlier, and I laid a hand on his shoulder, halting his progress. “No touching,”
“But you said?—”
“I said you’d be working for me. No way in hell are you touching these fine machines.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Neither is the fact that you’ve never had to work for anything.”
He scowled at me, but then gestured at the car. “Where did it come from?”
“You don’t need to know any details about my business. I’m damn fucking good at what I do. Your brother will never know anyone touched his car. That’s all you need to know about my work.”
He turned to look at me, and for just a second, there was hunger in his expression. “So you only do body work on cars here?”
Did he mean… Fuck. “Yes, cars only.” No matter how much I’d like to work on stubborn boys who don’t know how to show respect. “Trust me. It’s better for you that way.”
He ran his teeth over his lip again, then focused back on the Lamborghini. “Can’t I give it just one little pet?”
Jesus, he was killing me. If I didn’t get to touch him, then he didn’t get to touch the goddam car. “Not even one. Follow me.”