12. Corbin
CORBIN
T he second Beau’s car stopped, I opened the door and stood.
I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I didn’t even want to look at him.
He’d been about to kiss me before all hell had broken loose.
I was sure of it. The hunger in his eyes had had me frozen to the spot.
I would have done anything he said, but then the moment was over, and he was back to his bossy condescending self. For just a moment, I’d thought…
No. Why the fuck would he want a brat like me? Even if, for some inexplicable reason, he’d seemed to genuinely want to teach me something.
I heard a car door slam and turned to see Beau stalking around the car. He walked past without even acknowledging me and climbed the porch steps.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Making sure the damn place looks safe since you refuse to have guards.”
“Do you have security guards at the shop?” I was sure he didn’t, which made no sense. He was in far more danger than me. If money was the issue, I’d be more than happy to send someone to him, but I doubted he’d accept my help.
“No, but I—” He stopped speaking when I glared at him. “I’ll be fine. If it were your own enemies that might come after you, I’d drive away and leave you to it, but I refuse to let you get hurt because of my problems. It’s on me to make sure you’re safe.”
Could he be more annoying? “No, it’s really not.”
“Quit being so fucking stubborn.”
“Quit being so sure I can’t take care of myself.”
He snarled. “Open the damn door.”
I just stood there, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral.
He wouldn’t be able to get in on his own.
“What are you going to do if I let you in?” Our eyes locked for a moment, and I couldn’t breathe.
I knew exactly what I’d like him to do, and it had nothing to do with checking my security and everything to do with me making a really stupid choice.
I made enough of those. I was never going to prove anything to Remington if I kept doing things only because they brought me pleasure. And yet…
“I’m going to check your security system and make sure you’re safe.”
“Since when are you a security expert?”
“I don’t have servants and family friends to handle things for me, so I set up my own system at the shop. I know what to look for.”
I sighed dramatically. “Fine.” I pushed past him and keyed in the code that would unlock the door. “Don’t touch anything. Remington is very particular.”
“I just bet he is,” Beau muttered as I pushed the door open.
I turned to look at Beau and realized he’d pulled out a gun. He muscled past me and began moving slowly through Remington’s house.
“You really think someone’s going to come after me?”
“I doubt they’d get past your security system. They’d most likely go for you when you are at the shop.”
“Then maybe I should?—”
He held up his hand. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” A scraping sound startled me. It sounded like something rubbing against the window.
“Stay here and hide,” Beau commanded. I paid no attention to him, following as he moved toward the back of the house.
The sound was coming from one of the windows that faced the courtyard. “Stay behind me,” Beau said, his voice hard as steel.
“I can?—”
“No.”
I wanted to push my way in front of him so I could confront whoever or whatever it was, but I stayed behind him because there was a not-so-small part of me that loved the idea of him taking care of me.
It didn’t matter what I did. Nothing was going to prove to him that I was a grown-up who could handle this.
I might as well let him satisfy himself by taking charge.
Beau held his gun one-handed and jerked the curtain back.
He let out his breath and dropped his weapon to his side. “It’s only a loose shutter.”
I frowned. It had stormed the night before.
If the shutter had been banging like that, I would’ve heard it, and Remington made sure everything was in perfect repair at all times, so I wasn’t altogether sure the shutter had come loose without help.
I debated whether I should say anything to Beau, then decided to keep that knowledge to myself.
I’d mention it to Lance and investigate it on my own.
“Are you satisfied now?” I asked Beau.
He turned around and gave me a look that made fire race through me. “Not at all.”
Shit. I wanted to pick up where we’d left off when chaos had erupted at the shop, but doing so would only make me as stupid and easily swayed as he thought I was.
“Everything’s fine. I’m ready for you to leave now.”
Beau nodded. “I’ll pick you up at six forty-five tomorrow.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re telling me you’re going to leave work to drive all the way here to pick me up and drive me back there.”
“Like I told you, you’re not getting hurt on my watch.”
“Then maybe I should stay here instead of going to the shop tomorrow.”
He raised his brows. “You trying to get out of our deal?”
“If you’re concerned the deal is now life-threatening for me, then?—”
“I told you I would protect you. Be ready when I come to pick you up in the morning.” He marched toward the front door, and I followed right on his heels.
“I’m driving myself in the morning.”
“In what?”
That’s when I realized I didn’t have a car there. The Ferrari was at Beau’s waiting to be fixed and my SUV was there as well since I’d driven it to work, then ridden home in Beau’s car. “I’ll have someone bring me a car.”
He snorted. “Isn’t it convenient how you have an endless supply.”
“My family has worked hard to get where we are.”
He rolled his eyes.
That was it. I’d had all the mocking, the teasing, the fucking arrogance from him I could stand. I shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge, and that only made me angrier.
I shoved him again, harder this time. He took a step back, but his hands came up and clasped around my upper arms.
I expected a tirade from him. Instead, he just looked at me. I couldn’t look away. I was breathing hard, heat racing through my body. I no longer knew if I was truly angry or if I just wanted him.
“You don’t have to fight everything,” he said
“Sometimes fighting is part of the fun.”
I wasn’t sure I’d actually said that out loud until his lips crashed down on mine.
He turned us around so I was the one with my back to the wall.
He pushed me back, pinning me there as his mouth devoured me.
I was shocked at first, but then I opened under his assault and gave back just as hard as I got.
The kiss was rough and thorough, and Beau had me hard and aching in mere seconds. He ground his hips against mine, and I met him thrust for thrust.
“Why do you feel so fucking good?” he murmured against my lips.
“I was just made that way.”
Beau jerked me away from the wall and walked me backward while still kissing me. I managed to pull away long enough to shake my head. “No. Not on Remy’s couch. Too… No.”
He chuckled and spun us around, making me dizzy as if his kisses weren’t doing that already. He moved us into Remy’s sunroom. “Fuck. That’s… his… favorite chair.”
“I don’t fucking care. He can deal with it.”
I was horrified. “Oh God. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You want to show me you’re as powerful as him, don’t you?”
“I…”
He sat in Remy’s reading chair and pulled me down so I was straddling him. “I’m not giving you a choice.”
“I feel so filthy doing this on his chair.”
“You are filthy. I bet I can make you do any dirty thing I think up.”
He could, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down for another kiss. I opened my legs wider, fitting myself against him.
He groaned as I worked our hard cocks together.
God, how had we waited this long. This had been inevitable, and now that I was touching him, I was dying for it.
I didn’t care that he expected me to obey him or that he seemed to think he owned me now.
I was sure he would push me, force me to do things I wouldn’t allow any other man to do, but I didn’t care about that either. I was fucking desperate.
He gripped my ass with his free hand, digging his fingers into me and holding me tight against him.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he thrust against me.
“If we start this, no other man touches you, you got that?”
I didn’t want any other men or women or people of any gender. I only wanted Beau. Maybe fucking him would get that out of my system, but I wasn’t optimistic. In fact, I was afraid it would only make me want him more.
He cupped my chin in one hand, tilting my head up and forcing me to look at him. “Answer me.”
“No one else. Just you.”
“That’s right. You’re all mine.”
“This is insane.” I moaned as he nipped my throat.
“I don’t care.”
He kissed me again before I could respond.
His hands went to my fly. As soon as he got my pants open, he wrapped his hand around my cock.
The feel of his skin against mine was too much.
I frantically worked my hips trying to get more friction.
I needed him so much, no matter how much I hated him and his need to point out all my faults.
He was giving me what I longed for, and I wasn’t about to stop.
“Need to touch you too,” I mumbled, reaching to undo his pants as his lips moved along my jaw and up to my ear, sucking on the lobe and making me crazy with lust.
I wrapped a hand around his cock, seriously impressed by the girth of him. He was a monster, and he would feel so damn good inside me. But this was enough for now. It would have to be.
He pulled my hand away from his cock and set both my hands on his shoulders. “I’m controlling this.”
With another man I would’ve fought that, but with Beau it was just right. It was what I’d known he would give me from the moment I met him. No matter how much he pissed me off, I’d known all along that surrendering to him would be exactly this damn hot.
He spit on his hand, then wrapped it around both our shafts.
I could barely breathe as he worked our cocks with fast, firm strokes.
I worked my hips as much as I could, pushing into the circle of his hand and loving the slide of my cock against his.
Before long, I was leaking so much precum he was using it like lube.
“You’re so incredible,” he said, breath hot against my neck. “I like you like this. Open, compliant, ready to spill over my hand.”
I didn’t want to be compliant. I didn’t want to do what he said, but I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked.
I whimpered in response as he squeezed our cocks tight.
“I want to watch. I want to see you let go. I want to see you shed everything and give it all to me.”
How did he know how much I hid myself, how rarely anyone saw the real me?
I fought against my climax, but Beau’s hand tightened around me, pressing his hard cock against mine.
He whispered more filthy words in my ear, telling me I was his, that I would do anything for him. It was more than I could take.
I cried out, thrusting against him as hard as I could, making a mess of his hand and my stomach. Cum ran down our cocks. It was glorious, so good it almost hurt, and I was terrified of returning to reality.