“I got some personal pizzas because I wasn’t sure you like bologna, or mustard, or cheese. I kind of panicked,” I admit truthfully. I hear Gordo and the other guy laugh at my admission. I don’t even give a damn. They can ride my ass about it. I’ve made too many mistakes with Beau. I’m going to tell her nothing but the complete truth whenever possible. I want her to know how fucking into her I am. She needs to see that what happens here means something to me. No, fuck that shit. What happens between us means everything to me right now. That’s true for a lot of reasons and not a fucking one of them has to do with the work she does for my club.
“Cowboy, you’ve just described the perfect sandwich.”
Fuck me.It should be impossible to get this turned on over a discussion about a freaking sandwich. If I wasn’t experiencing it for myself,Iwouldn’t even believe it.
“Glad you approve.”
“Oh, I do, but one of those sandwiches is huge. There’s no way I’m going to be able to eat pizza, too. So, I hope you’re hungry.”
I take the bag with pizzas and hand them to Gordo. “Looks like you get a free lunch,” I tell him, not taking my eyes off my girl.
“I’ll never turn down Jack’s pizza,” he mutters.
“You want to eat in my office?” Beau asks.
Oh yeah, baby. I want to spread you out over your desk and eat your sweet cunt until you come all over my face.
I clear my throat and nod. “Lead the way, Harper.”
She grins at me, which somehow makes my cock even harder. I wouldn’t have thought that shit was possible. It’s what happens next though that has my cock weeping, and my balls tighten. Itforces me to start worrying about the fact that I may come in my damn jeans. My gaze is glued onto Beau’s ass and the way those fucking jeans caress them with each step she takes. This woman has an ass that was made for a man to grab hold of and ride hard. An ass where you can spank those full cheeks, and leave your handprint, while you find heaven by bottoming out so deep inside her heaven, that she’ll taste you for days.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I start reciting the Pledge of Allegiance in my head. If I don’t, I’m going to pin her against the wall and fuck the hell out of her. Damn it, I thought I was in trouble before. Now, it’s official. Beau Harper owns my cock and it’s a very small step until she owns the rest of me. That is, if I can convince her to give me another chance …
Chapter 7
Beau
“You didn’t!”I laugh and I try to contain it, but I can’t. I laugh so hard that I freaking snort. That might be embarrassing if I wasn’t so lost in the scene that Hunter just painted, or the look on his face as he told me—or the look on his face that he’s using right now. Which is to say, the tender way he’s smiling at me. So, there’s no room for embarrassment, there’s no room for anything but hilarious laughter and joy that spreads right down to my feet.
“I did.”
“No, way,” I argue and yep, I do this once again snorting. “You couldn’t have.”
“Babe, I did,” he insists, his grin deepening.
I shake my head back and forth, humor still rocking me to the point that now there are tears in my eyes.
“No,” I deny yet again. “If you did that, you’d be dead,” I giggle—and yep, you guessed it, I snort yet again.
“Baby, you asked me why I got that tattoo on my dick. I’m explaining and what I’m telling you isexactlywhat happened.”
I wiped my eyes and did my best to stop laughing, though to be honest, that was aided because I had laughed so hard I beganhiccupping. Thankfully, that just happened a couple of times and stopped.
“So, you got a tattoo on your dick that says danger, to remind you of the time you got your first blow job from the principal’s wife because the principal came in just as you …”
“Shot my jizz all over her face?” he supplies helpfully.
“So, Mrs. Crumley was a cheater, but shewasn’ta swallower?” I ask for clarification, letting another small giggle escape.
“Well, kind of,” he says, and something on his face tells me he’s hiding something.
For some reason, I’m at ease discussing this with Hunter and itisfunny. I mean, infidelity should never be a joke. I completely understand that. Still, he was a self-admitted horny freshman in high school. The woman in question dropped to her knees in front of him and took her shirt off. I don’t know of any teen male that’s going to turn down what is willingly offered. Add in Hunter’s hilarious ways of adding in small tidbits of information, as in saying,“Mrs. Crumley wasn’t really good at blow jobs, I know that now. Still, I didn’t have the knowledge before that particular afternoon to know much about blowjobs. I’d had sex and was a nightly visitor with Rosy Palms.”This was the first time I lost it because I had never heard the whole Rosy Palms before, and I’d made him explain that by asking who Rosy was. Then, he started detailing all of the ways that Mrs. Crumley was shit at giving blowjobs.“Babe, she liked to squeeze hard on my balls. I thought a couple of times they were going to pop out and fly across the room like fucking gumballs. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d done that, and I’d been forced to watch them pinging back and forth on the windowpane, trying to escape her.”I giggled loudly then. My hilarity only increased when he added,“It was painful ashell, and it kept causing my cock to deflate like an air mattress during an orgy with a bunch of hookers all wearing stilettos.”
“Kind of,” he mutters, and I swear his cheeks get red.
“Kind of? So, you’re saying none of this caused you to get the danger tattoo.”
