Chapter 35 Wildcat
Chapter thirty-five
Wildcat
Jo
As much as I wanted to stay the night with Beau again, I had to go back to Dylan’s. Number one, I had no clean clothes to wear to work. And number two, me showing up alone is better for our cover story of still hating each other.
The moment I laid down in bed alone, I regretted not staying with him. Lying in bed alone always seems worse after spending a couple nights with someone else.
Even more so when that someone is Beau.
Thankfully, when I got up for work, Dylan was already gone, and Leah was busy with the girls, so I was able to sneak out without having to answer any questions. I need to work on my story a little more before having to explain it to anyone.
There is one person I need to talk about it with, though. The one person who is my alibi.
Michelle.
While walking to the shop, I pull out my phone to send her a message.
Hey, thanks for covering for me. Did anyone ask any questions?
It takes less than a minute for a response to come through.
I ran into Dylan at the store, but I told him you were hanging out with Eve.
Thank you. I owe you one.
Hell, yes, you do. How about we start with an explanation on where you’ve been?
Long story.
I’ve got time.
I don’t. I have to work.
So do I. You better make time, baby sister.
Michelle and I have grown closer as I’ve gotten older. In my formative years, she was already a mom, so it wasn’t like she had a lot of time for me.
Understandably so.
But now that we are older, we’ve started spending more time together and always have a good time–while still giving each other shit.
I look back at my phone.
I’ll leave you with this tidbit. Beau and I hooked up, and I spent the weekend with him.
Three dots appear almost immediately.
I need all the details. Come by the house sometime this week.
Will do.
I slide my phone back into my pocket as I walk into the auto shop. I’ve started using Monday mornings to catch up on all the stuff in the office. Doing it this morning gives me a perfect excuse to avoid Beau.
Maybe I’ll drag this out some to make everyone think we are still pissed off.
Aside from sneaking a few looks at the other as he walks in front of the window, we haven’t had any interaction.
It isn’t until I decide to take lunch that the two of us are in the same room together. I walk into the break room, and there is only one chair left, and it’s at the table with Beau. I take my time grabbing a bag of chips from the vending machine and take a seat.
Neither of us say a word to each other and do our best to avoid any eye contact as well.
Jamie sits in between us and asks, “Either one of you do anything fun this weekend?”
I start with, “Just hung out with my niece.
Beau then says, “Not much. Just did some things around the house.”
I think both of us are doing a great job at hiding this thing, but I’m proven wrong when Jamie points to each one of us. “Wait a minute. You two fucked, didn’t you?”
“What?” Beau asks while I simultaneously say, “How did you know?”
Way to cave too easily, Jo.
Dylan, Drew, and Jack all look at us, waiting for more of an answer, but I have no idea what to say. I’m not sure there is anything I could say that would make this moment any less awkward.
Dylan starts speaking before I have to think of anything. “Is that where you were this weekend? Why did you tell me you were with Michelle?”
“I thought maybe we could avoid this lovely conversation we are having now.”
He asks, “So, what is this thing between you two?” He looks at Beau. “Are you just fucking my sister? Is she just a piece of ass to you?”
I feel the need to intervene again. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t think anyone thinks that’s how Beau feels. And even if it was, Dylan, you’ve never cared before. Why the hell would you care now?”
He says, “I sure as shit have cared before, but you were always too far away for me to do anything about it.”
“And what would you have done?”
“I don’t know. Kicked their asses or something.”
I roll my eyes. “Dylan, you know Beau. Judging from your friendship, I’m guessing you know his feelings about me, so let’s not act like this is just some guy wanting to get his dick wet.”
My brother visibly shutters at my language and then turns his attention to Beau. “Is it more than that?”
I can’t believe Dylan is doing this. He has never played the protective brother card like this before. I’m not sure if he’s trying to put on a show in front of everyone else, or trying to get Jack and Drew to follow suit in protecting my honor. As if that ship hasn’t already sailed.
Beau looks at him. “Dude, you know it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.”
Jamie now jumps back in. “I thought you two hated each other.”
We smile at each other, and I reply, “I guess it’s a fine line between love and hate.”
Jamie looks at Beau. “Is this why you got all pissy when I was talking to you about what Jo was like in bed?”
“What?” Dylan, Jack, Drew, and I all cry in unison.
“When were you discussing that?” I ask.
Jamie shrugs as if it’s no big deal. “Right after you started. I was commenting on how I think you’re an absolute wildcat in the sack, and Beau practically knocked my head off.”
“He should have,” Dylan says. “That’s my sister.”
Jamie smiles. “I’ve had a thing for all of your sisters. Why should Jo be any different?”
I decide to completely ignore everything Jamie is saying and turn my attention back to Dylan.
“Yes, Beau and I hooked up. Yes, he and I are dating. We are going to keep it out of work as much as possible and just see what happens. While I love that you are trying to protect me, I promise you, I don’t need it.
I’ve been handling my own sex life for quite some time now. ”
Once again, they look totally grossed out.
Dylan says, “Ew.”
“Yeah.” I point my finger at him. “And if you don’t stop interfering, I will start telling you about my sex life, and believe me when I say I can be very detailed.”
“Okay, okay!” He throws his hands up in the air. “Just stop talking.”
Thank God.
Jamie looks over at Beau. “So, was I right about her in bed?”
I get a little louder. “Do you think that we can’t all hear you? Is that why you asked me to the Halloween dance? You wanted to find out the answer to that question?”
“Can you blame me?”
I just lean my head back in defeat while Jack says, “Jamie, cool it, or I’ll write you up for sexual harassment. Dylan, leave Jo alone. And Jo and Beau, congratulations. Just keep it outside of work hours.”
Everyone mumbles in agreement before he changes the subject. I’m just happy now I can finish my bag of chips in peace.
***
I spend the rest of the afternoon getting things done in the office and don’t come out into the bay until most of the guys have gone home for the day. Beau seems to be the only one left.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says when he sees me.
“Hey. How’d you get stuck here when everyone else has gone home?” I ask.
“Oh, I was just finishing up a couple of things.”
I look down and see his hands are already washed, and he doesn’t seem to be finishing up anything at this point.
“Oh yeah?”
He gives a bit of an embarrassed smile. “Honestly? I was waiting for you to get done, so I could have the chance to walk you home.”
I walk closer to him. “Yeah, we didn’t get a lot of time together today, did we?”
“Not really, but it’s work, so I guess we really aren’t supposed to get a lot of time together.”
I look around at the empty shop. “We have some time together right now.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Now?”
“I don’t see anyone else around, and I mean, we’ve already done it here once.”
I start leaning in for a kiss, and he whispers, “You are such a dirty little thing.”
“Why don’t you do something about it?” I grab his cock through the denim of his jeans. He’s already hard.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asks.
“Absolutely. Unless you’re scared.”
That’s all it takes for him to cave. His large hand grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me toward him until his mouth is crashing against mine. Our tongues dance while he starts walking. He never stops kissing me as he guides me backwards to where he wants me.
When he finally breaks away, he commands, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I’m not sure where this bossy attitude comes from, but I am here for it. If someone tells me what to do in my everyday life, I am ready to punch in their face. But do it during anything sexual, and I will melt into a puddle. It’s pretty much the only way to get me to do something.
Trying to be a tease, I turn around slowly and put my hands on the wall. I’m bent over enough, so my ass is sticking out.
Before I have time to wonder what he’s going to do next, he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down.
He only takes the time to pull one of my ankles out while the other still holds the denim.
I’m sure it looks funny, but I don’t really give a shit.
From behind me, Beau sinks to his knees.
He spreads my thighs wide enough so that his tongue can lick me from behind.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry.
I know he’s just trying to make sure I’m wet enough to take him, but there’s really no need. My vagina is a fucking waterfall right now.
When he’s satisfied I’m ready for him, he stands back up, rolls on a condom from his wallet, and pushes inside. I’m glad I’m holding onto the wall for support because this man wastes no time in fucking the shit out of me.
There is no slow, sweet buildup. This is pure hard fucking. Plain and simple.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as I struggle to stay upright. My moans start to grow even louder but are suddenly quieted when I see someone walking down the sidewalk through one of the windows in the large garage doors.
While I don’t think they can see us, I’m sure if I keep it up, they could hear us.
Beau must notice them too because he slows down his pace. “You have to be quiet, beautiful. You think you can do that?”
“I can try,” I whisper.
“You better, or I’m going to stop.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I plead. “Just don’t stop.”
He gets back to pounding into me, and I do my best to keep my moans stifled. It’s even harder when he fucks me even harder, and I feel my orgasm looming on the horizon.
Wanting to find that extra push that will send me over the edge, I reach down and start rubbing my clit. It’s so tender that it doesn’t take long before I am able to find the perfect spot.
I am trying my damndest to keep quiet, but I know when I start coming, it’s going to be a lost cause.
Just when I am about to fly into pure ecstasy, Beau kicks it into overdrive, fucking me harder and faster.
My entire body rushes with heat as my orgasm crashes down on me.
I’m about to scream when I feel his hand cover my mouth to quiet any noise that comes out.
Thankfully, Beau holding me with one hand is enough to keep me standing. Otherwise, I would have ended up a heap on the floor as my legs seem to have stopped working. I’m overwhelmed by my own orgasm that I don’t even realize that Beau finished with me.
He pulls out of me before turning me around to wrap me in a hug. With his chest heaving, he says, “I think I’m going to have to get in better shape to keep up with you.”
I giggle. “Eh, I think you’re doing a great job.”
“I’ll never say this to him, but Jamie was right.”
“Right about what?” I ask.
“You are an absolute wildcat in the sack.”
I smile. “Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”