“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she murmured against my lips.
“Never,” I said, kissing her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck.
Licking and sucking down the column of her neck and chest, I wondered what I wanted to do with her. This was all about her, I wanted her to feel wanted, I needed her to get her mind off of Nash and only think of me.
I pulled down her shirt, exposing the cup of her bra and I pulled that down, exposing her pretty pink nipple. My tongue circled her hard bud, flicking it and then sucking it into my mouth. I did it a few more times before I slowly kissed across her chest, uncovering her other breast and paying it equal attention as I flicked open her shorts. My hand slid down into her panties and found her soaked.
“Fuck,” Iris moaned, thrusting her hips forward as my middle finger found her clit.
I rubbed soft circles around it as I did the same thing to her nipple. Iris ran her hand through my hair, grabbing a handful, yanking my head up to capture me in a filthy kiss. I was not prepared for it as she rocked her hips against my hand. I groaned, loving this side of her, wanting more, but I needed to taste her first.
Letting myself slowly kiss my way down her body, I tugged her shorts down, leaving her in her underwear that had a wetpatch on them. It was the sexiest thing I had seen in a while and I pressed my nose against her, inhaling her scent, kissing her pussy through her underwear.
“Beau,” Iris whined.
“Patience,” I said, kissing her again.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Leaning back, I admired her in nothing but a Boozy Bandit shirt, panties and cowboy boots.
“Goddamn, Iris,” I said, adjusting my cock in my jeans, tempted to pull myself out so she could see how she was affecting me.
I slid her panties down her legs, helping her out of them and I couldn’t wait any longer. I hooked a leg over my shoulder and dove in. I swirl my tongue over her clit, softly sucking it before I gave her one big, long suck.
“Beau!” Iris shouted, running one of her hands through my hair pulling at the strands slightly.
I moaned against her pussy, kissing her clit softly, looking up at Iris. Her hazel eyes darkened, her eyes were half open, sensuality pouring out of her.
“You look good on your knees, Beau,” she said, swiping her thumb against my lips.
I nipped at her thumb, sucking it into my mouth as seductively as I could.
“Fuck, Beau,” she whimpered.
I grinned. “Oh, Iris, you haven’t felt anything yet.”
I’d make sure she would leave here only remembering my name and forgetting she had a husband.
11
nash
Talkingto Beau might have been a stupid idea. He didn’t look to be my biggest fan, but I was ready to try anything. After I had kissed Iris, I had this urgency to be near her, not just to kiss her again, but to talk—to actually talk. It wasn’t just about the farm, it was about us. I needed to apologize for being an ass, and explain so much more. I realized I hadn’t given her a chance and she was stuck in a situation I hadn’t made any better. I hated that I had made things worse for her.
After attempting to talk to Beau, I needed food. As much as I wanted to go into the bar and wait her out, that wasn’t going to get me anywhere except another fuck you and her anger. I almost wanted to push her buttons. Iris upset made me excited and horny as hell.
Maybe Brooks was right about giving Iris a chance. We were already married and we had chemistry. Last night felt explosive, if she hadn’t come to her senses I might have fucked her in my truck, too afraid to go anywhere because if we had she would have left.
I grabbed a burger from the diner, taking it back to the bar quickly in case she got cut early again. This might have beenstalker-ish, but what else was I going to do? I didn’t know where she lived or her routine other than her coming to the ranch occasionally. She hadn’t been by since I had started working there and waiting for her to come to me seemed to be taking too long. I kept thinking of that kiss, making me more impatient.
The door to the bar opened, a couple walked out laughing, disappointment hit me square in the chest. I knew getting cut early sucked, but I kind of hoped she would leave without Beau—her guard dog. In a weird way, I was glad she had him; I didn’t like that she worked here, it felt unsafe. Men with a few drinks in them were always going to be trouble, especially with how beautiful Iris was.
A few construction workers left around nine and I knew I was going to be in for a long night. Leaning my chair back, I set my alarm for eleven, since that was when the bar closed. I might as well get a few hours of shut-eye. Thankfully, I didn’t have to get up too early tomorrow, but I didn’t want to be late to work. Working for Iris’ brother was strange. He ran things a lot differently than my father did, with a more relaxed approach. His ranch was small compared to what my family had, but looking at what Theo had accomplished, I'd say he was more successful than my father. I appreciated that he treated me as an equal instead of just a lowly worker. Hopefully, that would make telling him I had married his sister easier.
I don’t know why Iris hadn't told her family. They seemed like a tight-knit unit, but it was shocking she had hidden this from them. Why was she hiding me? It was stupid to be disappointed about it when I wouldn’t even acknowledge her either. I ran my hand over my face, getting a headache from thinking about our situation so much. I needed a nap before I talked to Iris.
Sleeping was awful. Every time the damn door opened, I jolted awake, hoping it was her. By eleven almost everyone hadcleared out, even her boss and a few other servers. I pushed my seat up, ready to open my door and talk to her. Another girl walked out alone, but no sign of Iris or Beau. Ten minutes passed, then another ten. It was twelve-thirty when I got out of my truck pacing, feeling restless. They were taking too long.
