The sounds of voices ended our kiss too soon. I licked my lips so I could savor his taste as we stared at each other. Nash swallowed audibly, running a hand over his face.
“My father needs to talk to you about some papers that were filed improperly,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “He also mentioned some land that he needs the deed for.”
“Oh, ok,” I said, sobering up.
“I can be there for the call if you’d like,” he said. “For support and to make sure he isn’t being an asshole or…or anything else you might need.”
His voice trailed off at the last part of his sentence as a blush rose from his neck. I bit my lip to keep the goofy smile off my face.
“Let me see what he needs,” I said confidently. “He’s never been outwardly mean to me other than ignoring me.”
“Good, but if he is, tell me, ok?” His voice was low, full of protectiveness.
“I will,” I said as goosebumps peppered my skin.
“Alright, well, have a good shift tonight,” he said, leaning in, kissing my forehead softly with a tenderness I wouldn’t have expected from him.
I turned to watch him walk away in those jeans. How did we go from dodging each other to forehead kisses and promises of protection? I needed to keep a clear head around him, but a part of me wondered what if we tried to be husband and wife? What’s the worst that could happen?
16
beau
“I hatewhen we have to work opposite shifts,” I said, sitting down on the bench in the break room.
“I know, working early sucks sometimes,” Iris said, grabbing her purse and sweater. “We didn’t get a ton of people for lunch, so I’m hoping for a busier night for you.”
“I don’t think I have ever seen a slow night here,” I said, studying her.
Since she had been sick, I had had this insane worry she wasn’t better and she was pushing herself too hard. Those two days with her had worried me. I know she had family here, but they all had families of their own. Who was taking care of Iris?
Not that she couldn’t take care of herself. I just—I didn’t like that she was alone.
“Don’t say that, you’ll jinx the bar and Joe will come looking for you,” she chuckled.
“How are you feeling?” I couldn’t help myself to ask.
“Beau, I’m fine.” Her eyes softened as she gave me a smile. “I promise I am. I even moved the herd yesterday, and I had no problems doing it.”
“Iris, you were on a horse yesterday?!” I stood shocked. “You were just coughing up your lungs and?—”
Soft pillowy lips shut me right up. As she pulled away, I deepened the kiss, pushing her towards the lockers. Our late-night romp had not been enough to satisfy me. I had thought about continuing what we had started, but not sure how to go about it.
That night when she tried to reciprocate, all I could think about was her on her knees for me, looking up at me with those eyes as she sucked my cock. I wanted to give her some stress relief, a break from that asshole—who apparently wasn’t an asshole after all. So, I sent her home with a promise of next time, but I didn’t know how to go about a next time. Iris made me feel like this was my first crush, unsure how to navigate this feeling and I didn’t know if I liked it or not. I hadn’t had a crush like this in a long time.
“Beau,” Iris mewled as I kissed her neck, her hips rolling against me.
Something crashed outside of the breakroom.
“Fuck,” I growled, stepping away from Iris.
We stared at each other, breathing a little heavily.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t–”
“It was me who started it,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t think that through, but I’m not sorry about it.”
She smiled softly.
