I didn’t know who else was in there or else I would have gone in. Her boss wasn’t here so maybe I could get away with going in, but I didn’t want her having to explain my presence there. There were only three other cars in the parking lot, so there had to be only three of them in there unless someone from the bar had left their car.
Fuck it.
I locked my car, looking around like someone might roll up at any moment and ask me what the fuck I was doing. My hand raised up to knock, but that seemed like a surefire way to get rejected. I pulled the door slowly and it opened. After I talked to Iris, I had to tell someone to lock this fucking door, anyone idiot could walk it.
Yes, I was an idiot.
Looking around, I listened for anyone, but all I heard was music. This was a bad idea, but it seemed I was full of them, might as well as keep up with them. I walked into the bar looking around but seeing no one. A bad feeling came over me, wondering if something had happened until I heard a moan. Wait, was that a moan? I walked inside further as quietly as I could, wondering what the hell was going on. Was it Iris and Beau? Or Beau and whoever else left their car here?
Jealousy surged through me; I walked faster through the bar stopping when the hallway to the bathroom came into view. Iris was against the wall, eyes closed, head tilted up, moaning again with her leg over Beau’s shoulders, completely naked from the waist down except her boots were still on. A searing need hit me at the erotic scene playing out before me.
My cock was hard instantly as I watched Beau pleasure my wife with gusto. He pressed the heel of his hand against his own erection, then sliding it up her leg to play with her pussy. My mouth dried up wondering what she tasted and felt like. She moaned again louder and if I had to guess, she was close to her orgasm. Beau’s hand moved in and out of her pussy as Iris ground herself against his face, looking lost to the pleasure he was bringing her.
My wife was gorgeous like this, completely uninhibited, wild and so free nothing like the mousey woman I believed her to be. I pressed my palm against myself before rearranging my hard cock in my jeans, desperate to pull myself out and jerk it to the live show.
“Fuck, Beau,” Iris said, her voice a little husky.
She looked down at him, running her hand through his hair, rolling her hips against his face. I gritted my teeth keeping my moan from escaping. I shuffled back, attempting to leave before she noticed me, but her hazel eyes looked right up to me. We locked eyes, I braced myself for her anger or hatred, except Iris leaned her head back staring at me.
“Beau,” she moaned, rolling her hips.
I clenched my jaw expecting to feel jealous or anger at another man's name on her lips, even if she wasn’t mine. There was none, all I wanted was to go up to her and try and make my name come out of her mouth or make him service both of us. Images of us together in bed did nothing to dispel the heat running through my body.
My cock throbbed at the image before me and my wild imagination conjured another fantasy. She narrowed her eyes as I rubbed my cock over my jeans wondering if I should take it out and put on a show for her to punish her.
“Shit!” Iris yelled, closing her eyes running her hand through his hair as she rode her orgasm out.
She looked stunning, riding the wave of ecstasy. As much as I wanted to stick around for more, I stepped back slowly, walking out of the bar with her cries of pleasure seared into my brain.
The cool night didn’t help my aching cock. I drove to my cabin replaying our interaction over and over again. When I finally made it home, I rushed inside heading straight for the shower. I undressed quickly, my cock grateful for the space, but my balls were aching for a release. Before the water had a chance to get warm, I stepped in, grabbing the shower gel and wrapping my hand around my cock.
Iris’s look of drunken pleasure with Beau on his knees and her cries of pleasure sent me over the edge with only a few strokes. I slapped my hand on the tile to keep me from falling over from the intensity of my orgasm. With each wave of pleasure, I imagined Beau and Iris with me and what that would have looked like.
My cheeks grew warm as I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t know what the hell that was and why the thought of watching my wife with another man was so appealing. This entire situation was becoming too complicated. All I wanted was to get this information to Iris, so that I could get back to the circuit to continue what I had set out to do.
I couldn’t get distracted, not when I was so close to completing what I had set out to do. This is why I didn’t want a wife, I didn’t want to care, but now I felt like I owed something to Iris. Whether she’d like to admit it, we were in this together and maybe we needed to figure out how to navigate my father together. Brooks was right, Iris had surprised me, but I also wasn’t ready for Beau.
12
iris
Casual hook-ups were notmy thing. I had tried before and they always made me feel like shit. Having Beau on his knees for me was an out-of-body experience. He made me feel wanted, sexy and powerful. I never had a man who wanted to be on his knees and enjoyed giving me pleasure.
You can tell when a man is half-ass eating the kitty, but Beau acted like a starved man, who very much wanted to keep going after I orgasmed. I’d like to say it was all Beau, but seeing Nash at the bar watching us made everything that much sexier. At first, I wanted him to be jealous, to lash out, get mad or do something, but when he was just as aroused as I was, it added to my pleasure. I didn’t know being watched was so exhilarating.
After he left, I was disappointed. I kind of wanted him to stay to watch me return the favor. When Beau declined my offer, it messed with my head even more. I knew it was a stupid line of thinking, but why didn’t either one of them stay? Was it me? I knew Beau just went down on me but—I hated being an overthinker.
I shook off my stupid thoughts as I walked outside to get some fresh air. It was my day to help my brother Theo in hisoffice. He wasn’t a big fan of having to run the business side of the ranch and when I offered my services, he looked so relieved, so I tried to help as much as I could while also helping in the fields too. Theo had given me back the love I used to have for working the farm before things got stressful.
The day was warm and while I knew I might see Nash—I wouldn’t have to talk to him and he wouldn’t try to talk to me around my brothers—, I wanted to see what the guys were up to. It would give me a chance to take a quick ride and get some fresh air, plus I missed my brothers.
Snow White huffed as I opened the door to her stall. I gave her love and praise, along with a few treats before I get her saddled up. I adjusted a few things before I got on her and took off in a gallop. Snow White was one of the best horses I had ever ridden; she was amazing and I wished I had more time to ride her.
I saw the small cattle stable Theo had for the heifers. They had a few mommas they wanted to check on, and we had a new calf last night. The guys were all standing around a few cows with Nash in the middle next to a heifer. Theo, Colt and Jude were standing close together while Forest was standing in front of Nash with something plastic. They all looked at me as I got closer. I noticed Colt and Forest with mischievous smirks.
“Just in time for the inseminations,” Jude said as I hopped off Snow White.
What the hell? Theo didn’t do inseminations, he left that to the vets.
