Beauknew he should go inside, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out of thetruck. Maybe if he waited long enough Ethan would come outside. As it was, hehad been sitting in the parking lot of Moonshiners for the last half hour, andit was getting late. But he was trying not to get his hopes up.
Whatwas he going to do? Confront Ethan in a public place?
Actually,that’s exactly what he was originally planning to do. It was the least hewantedto do. Ethan had managed to avoid him throughout the day, and Beau was ready totalk. Didn’t matter that he was going to use the excuse of needing to come byand get his tools from the Walker Demolition shop tomorrow. That was just hisway in.
But,the opportunity never presented itself, and after going by Walker Demo twice,he had finally given up. After all, he wasn’t going to chase Ethan.
Thenwhy are you parked outside by his truck?
Beaushook his head, dislodging the thought. Ok, so yes, he was sitting in his trucklike a pathetic loser when he could’ve been inside shooting the shit with hisfriends. Instead, he was hoping that Ethan would turn in early tonight, and hewould have a chance to talk to him.
Asthough he’d conjured the image right from his thoughts, the door to Moonshinersopened and Ethan stepped out into the night. Once the door closed behind him,effectively muting the blare of country music coming from inside, Beau releasedhis steering wheel and sucked in a breath.
Hewaited until Ethan walked passed on his way to his truck before he called out,“Hey.”
Hecould’ve sworn Ethan rolled his eyes. The idea made him smile. Although Ethanwas playing hard to get, Beau knew good and damn well that Ethan felt whateverthis was that was churning between them. It was omnipotent, there was no way hecould avoid it.
“I’moff work, Bennett,” Ethan muttered, but had the decency to stop close to Beau’sopen window.
Wantingto be closer, Beau climbed down from his truck and stood just a few feet away.“Good to know. I’m not here to talk about work.”
“Inthat case, I don’t have anything to say to you.”
Ethanturned to walk away, but Beau halted him with a very low, “Wait.”
Beauwasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, but what did happen hadn’t beenin his plan. A second later, he found himself slammed up against his truck,Ethan’s big, warm body pressed solidly against him. He had to squeeze his handsinto fists to keep from reaching for the man, pulling him even closer so hecould taste him.
“Whenare you going to learn, Bennett?”
“Whatis it you think you’re teaching me?” he asked, locking eyes with Ethan.
“Youdon’t want this,” Ethan said, his voice low.
Arguingseemed to be a futile option because honestly it wasn’t going to get himanywhere, so Beau waited patiently to see what Ethan would say next. After all,at the moment, he had everything he wanted: Ethan plastered up against him, thehard ridge of Ethan’s cock belying his denial of what was going on betweenthem, and the bewildered expression on Ethan’s sexy face.
“Youdon’t want this,” Ethan repeated, his voice containing less anger and moreconfusion.
Riskinga move in such a public place, although they were shielded by his oversizedtruck and the lack of lights in the parking lot, Beau placed one hand gently onEthan’s hip. Tilting his head as he studied him, Beau kept his tone seriouswhen he said, “I want this more than you’ll ever understand.”
Whythat was, Beau had absolutely no idea, but he was drawn to Ethan in ways he’dnever been drawn to anyone. Not even Zane. Sure, Zane was his best friend, theguy he had grown up with and yes, Beau cared for Zane, but what he felt forEthan was different. Significantly.
Andit wasn’t only about the physical draw either. Beau wanted to get to know Ethanon a deeper level. He wanted to find out what made the guy tick and what causedall of the angst he had built up inside of him. Hell, Beau wanted Ethan – allof him – good, bad, ugly and everything in between.
“Sex?You want to fuck? If that’s the case, I’m your guy.” Ethan’s words werethreaded with venom, but his eyes were softer, as though getting the words outwere painful but necessary.
SqueezingEthan’s hip gently, Beau forced himself to remain where he was, wanting to wraphis arms around Ethan and hold him, but refusing to do so here.
“Let’sget out of here,” Beau offered. “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”
“Idon’t do the talking thing,” Ethan retorted.
Beaunoticed Ethan was trying to distance himself, but he also realized Ethan wasn’tmaking any effort to pull away from him. The heat of his chest filled him withwarmth, the smell of beer on his breath made Beau want to get closer, to inhalehim completely until Ethan had no choice but to give in.
“Withme, you can do the talking thing,” Beau assured him. “Come on.”
ConsideringEthan had probably had a couple of beers, Beau felt better taking his owntruck, so he nodded his head backward, gesturing toward it. “I’ll drive.”
Hefully expected Ethan to balk at the request, but after a long moment, Ethansurprised them both by nodding his head, another strange expression on hisface. Beau wasn’t willing to overanalyze it, he simply waited until Ethan tooka step back and then around the front of the truck before climbing in.
