Andyes, Beau considered them to be at a progressive point in this relationship, nomatter what the hell Ethan thought. Last night hadn’t been pretty, but it hadbeen necessary.
Bythe time five o’clock rolled around, Beau was starving. They’d skipped lunch,working straight through without even realizing. And now, based on the wayEthan was going, the guy didn’t plan to stop anytime in the near future.
Beauwas hoping to change his mind.
“Hey,”he called out as he joined Ethan by Brendon’s nearly finished work truck.
“You’refree to go whenever you want,” Ethan mumbled from beneath the hood.
“I’mhere until you’re done,” Beau told him, hoping that would at least get Ethan’sattention. Never mind the fact that he would stay until Ethan had theopportunity to leave as well. If there was work that needed to be finished, hewasn’t going to walk out just yet. He wasn’t built that way.
“Noworries. I’ll finish up with this one and head out. See you tomorrow.”
Again,Ethan didn’t bother to look at him, but Beau had gotten used to that throughoutthe day. Ethan had looked at him maybe five or six times during the ten hoursthey’d been working practically side by side. The rest of the time he appearedto be ignoring him.
Well,Beau was tired of being ignored.
“It’llbe here in the morning when we get back,” Beau told him, waiting for thatinstant when Ethan finally lost his temper. He knew it was coming. The guy hadkept it bottled up all day.
Beauhad forced himself to keep his mouth shut up to this point. When he got there,he wanted to drill Ethan about Blake’s appearance last night. He wanted to knowwhat happened, when Blake left –ifBlake left. But, he hadn’t been ableto bring himself to ask.
“Isaid I’m good, Bennett,” Ethan bit out, pulling his head out from beneath thehood and standing tall. He spared a quick glance in Beau’s direction beforeslipping around to the side of the truck.
Havinghad enough, Beau followed close behind. Before Ethan could get the driver’s sidedoor open, Beau put his hand up and stopped him.
“Whatthe fu–”
Hedidn’t let Ethan get the words out before he was on him. Backing Ethan’s stiffback against the door, Beau sandwiched him, pressing the full length of hisbody against Ethan’s front. Slamming his mouth down on Ethan’s, he took whathe’d longed for since the second he walked out of Ethan’s house the nightbefore.
Surprisingly,Ethan didn’t push him away. Instead, his body seemed to relax beneath theonslaught, his hands sliding up to rest on Beau’s hips. The scent of grease andsweat and man mingled together, making Beau crazy with lust. He wanted Ethan.He wanted what they’d shared yesterday.
Hewanted more.
Awareof the grease staining his fingers, he resisted the urge to cup Ethan’s face,but he couldn’t resist sliding his hand into his hair, dislodging his ball capas he pulled him closer, holding him as he devoured him with lips, teeth,tongue.
Bythe time they were both panting, Beau figured some of Ethan’s resistance haddied a quick, painless death. Not willing to risk Ethan running, Beau separatedtheir mouths, but kept his fingers twined in the soft hair at the back ofEthan’s head.
“Youneed to lose the attitude,” Beau stated forcefully.
“Fuckyou,” Ethan retorted, without the blast of enmity Beau figured he had meant toinclude.
“Ican arrange that,” Beau taunted.
“Canyou? You think I can handle it?”
“Whatthe hell is that supposed to mean?” Beau was thoroughly confused.
“Yousure I won’t break? You treat me like I’m someone you should cherish.”
Beaufrowned, not expecting to see this side of Ethan. Was he mocking what they’dshared yesterday? “What are you saying?”
Ethanglared at him, his throat working as he swallowed several times.
“Idon’t want gentle, Beau. I’m not that man.”
Beaugot that. Ethan had made a point to prove it. But Beau could see past thataggressive need to be in control. He wouldn’t tell Ethan that though.
“There’sa time and place for everything,” Beau assured him. “You want me to slam youagainst this truck and fuck you until you scream my name? That what you want,E?”
