by Gemma Weir
“I won’t apologize for kissing you, I don’t give a fuck who sees us. I want them all to know, this whole fucking town, the entire world. But please stop crying, I don’t like seeing you cry,” he says, carefully pulling me away from his chest and sealing his lips against mine.
I can taste the salt of my tears in my mouth but I kiss him anyway, his touch distracting me from how mad I am at him for putting me in this situation. His hands cup my face reverently, our kiss soft and gentle and persuasive. It feels like he’s apologizing to me, even though he’s already said he’s not sorry.
Parting my legs with his own, he pushes his huge, firm thigh between my legs until my sex is pressed against it, my clit tingling even from the lightest friction. One of his palms grips my ass and he moves his leg, grinding it slowly against me.
A soft moan slips from my lips and I feel him smile against my mouth as he slides his tongue against mine, teasing me. His hand on my ass tilts me as he presses against my clit, while his tongue caresses mine and his free hand tangles in my hair, pulling till it’s almost painful.
I don’t know how it happens, I didn’t even know it was possible, but I feel pleasure building inside of me and I gasp, my chest heaving from the wonderful growing balls of sensation.
“That’s it, baby girl, come for me. Let me make it all better,” he growls against my lips, as he uses his grip on my ass to move me back and forth against his leg.
“Scream, shout, whatever you want. I’ll swallow the sound, I won’t let anyone hear,” he promises, kissing me so hard I barely remember to breath as my orgasm peaks, crashing over me in waves of pleasure that make me wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him while my lips part. Just like he promised he would, he swallows every sound I make, kissing me while I gasp and cry, until my body goes lax and he pulls me into him, slowly lowering his leg away from my tingling core.
“I don’t like to be ignored, baby girl. I know you’re working, I am too, but the next time you ignore me I won’t come down here and make you come, I’ll bend you over the sink and make your ass red with my hand, then I’ll fuck you, without letting you come,” he threatens, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “All I’ve been able to think about all morning was how pink your skin went when I spanked you and how wet you got. I thought I knew what turned me on, but knowing you loved it is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
“Beau,” I say on a weary sigh.
“I’m sorry about my brother. Cody feels fucking awful for upsetting you. I wasn’t thinking about who was listening to us last night, or this morning, all that was on my mind was how beautiful you looked, how sweet your pussy tasted and how perfect it was to hear my name on your lips when you came.”
“Look—” I start.
“No. This is happening, baby girl, we’re an us, it’s a done deal, and the sooner you accept that the better. You want me, you want this, so I don’t really know why you’re fighting it. When I text, you reply, when I call, you answer, and I promise to do the same. If you’re pissed at me, tell me, but don’t fucking ignore me again,” he warns, his voice becoming steely and cold.
“I—”
“Tell me you hear me and you understand. I mean it, Bonnie, let me hear the words.”
“I understand,” I hiss from behind gritted teeth. “But now, you listen to me and hear what I’m saying. I’m not at your beck and call. When I’m working, I don’t check my cell every three seconds, and I don’t plan to start just because apparently you had ten million things to say to me that you think are more important than anything I could be doing.”
He nods slowly. “I get that.”
“Also stop sending your brothers down here. Honestly knowing they apparently heard every noise we made, I never want to see any of them again.”
“Don’t say that, they don’t care, and I promise they’ll never mention it again. You’ll love them once you get to know them properly,” Beau cajoles, pouting a little and making my heart skip a beat with how adorable he looks.
“And for another thing, you can’t just barge into my work and make me orgasm to stop me from being pissed with you,” I cry, shoving at his chest.
He doesn’t even sway and I scowl at him for being so big. “Baby girl, there’s nothing that’ll stop me from getting to you. If you’re pissed, I’ll make you forgive me, if you’re sad, I’ll make you happy, if you’re happy, I want to be the reason for it. I warned you I was an asshole, just know that I’ll always fix it and if that means kissing you, or fucking you, or making you come until you’ve forgotten why you’re mad at me, then that’s what I’ll do.”
Rolling my eyes, I fight to hide how his words have softened me. I was so angry at him and his stupid brothers, and all it’s taken is for him to make me come and a few sweet words, and I’m a puddle of fantasy dazed mush. Only never in my wildest dreams did I imagine him like this. I never imagined him sweet, or stalking me, or using my body as a weapon. I never dreamed he would be like this, and for the very first time this feels almost real, and that scares me and excites me in almost equal quantities.
“I’ve got to go, coming down here to take care of you isn’t getting any work done,” he grins.
“Oh my god!” I cry, searching for my cell. “How long have we been in here, who’s watching the shop?”
Rushing for the door, I shriek when Beau catches me around the waist and spins me around, pinning me to his chest as he collars my neck and kisses me quickly. “Teddy’s watching the shop, he worked as a barista when he was in college, that’s why I bought him with me,” Beau says. “Now kiss me,” he demands.
“I’m not at your beck and call, remember,” I say.
“Kiss me,” he orders, swatting my ass with his palm.
“Oww,” I moan.
“Kiss me,” he says again.
“Fine,” I snap, rolling my eyes before I tip my chin up and press my lips to his.
He deepens the kiss, turning it from something sweet into something heady, then he pulls away and groans. “I’ve got to go.”
“Then let go of me,” I say, fighting and failing to keep the smile from my lips.
“Don’t want to,” he whines, burying his face into my neck and nipping at the skin playfully.
“I have customers to serve and you have trees to cut down.”
“Fine,” he says on a dramatic sigh, taking my hand and leading me to the door which he unlocks and opens.
Heat fills my cheeks as I let him lead me back into the main shop, but instead of finding people staring at me, I see Teddy behind the counter flirting with a pretty female tourist as he slides a takeaway cup towards her and takes the money she offers before she waves at him and turns to leave.
“You pair made up?” Teddy asks, with a warm smile.
“Yeah, we’re good,” Beau tells him, pulling me into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Then we need to head back up the mountain, Riley got a flat in the grab, so he’s asked us to load up a new tire for him and he’ll change it up there so they don’t have to stop cutting,” Teddy says, walking from behind the counter.
“I’ve got to go, baby girl.”
“Okay,” I nod.
“Kiss me,” he demands, lifting my chin.
Pushing onto my tiptoes I press my lips against his again, waiting for him to deepen the kiss. He doesn’t disappoint, pushing his tongue into my mouth and kissing me like I’m indisputably his. When he pulls away, I sigh dazedly, and he just smirks in response.
“What time are you working till?” he asks.
“Not sure yet, Owen’s supposed to get here at three.”
“And what are you gonna do when you find out what time you’re finishing?” Beau prompts.
“I’ll probably turn my cell phone off completely and leave you guessing,” I laugh.
His fingers dig into my side tickling me, and I squeal and laugh. “Fine, I’ll text you,” I relent, just to get him to stop.
“Good
girl. See you later,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips a second before he releases me and heads to the door.
I don’t even fight the smile that’s on my face as I watch him go.
12
Beau
My grin doesn’t leave my face the entire way from town back up the mountain to grab the spare tire we need on the job site; nor when I pull my truck to a stop on the half-felled shift of trees we’re working in today.
Bonnie is a pain in my ass, she’s also the most perfect women I’ve ever encountered. She’s not meek, but she’s not cocky either. She’s the perfect blend of both. She calls me on my shit, and has no problem shouting at me when she’s pissed, but she’s still oblivious to just how obsessed I am with her and how much power that gives her over me.
Normally I’d be in the crew with the guys, supervising and pitching in to help make sure we hit quota for the day, but I’m so distracted with memories of Bonnie in my bed, her ass in the air, the small whimpers and moans she made while I finger fucked her into a screaming orgasm, that I know there’s no way I can stay safe around falling logs and fucking chainsaws.
“You’re so fucking whipped and it’s been, what? Three days,” Teddy laughs, slapping me on the shoulder as he pulls on his safety equipment ready to get back to work.
“Three fucking days,” I groan. “She owns my ass and she’s completely fucking clueless. She still thinks this is a choice for me, it’s not, it’s a compulsion. She’s so utterly mine, I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”
Her text message comes through at three fifteen and I smile to myself as I click into it.
Bonnie – Owen’s not coming so I’m here till close. I don’t need a babysitter and I’m more than capable of locking up on my own. If I tell you not to come will it make any difference?
I reply immediately.
Me – No difference at all, save me a bear claw and have a kiss ready for me, I’ll be there same time as normal xoxo
Bonnie – Worth a try, see you later x
Like a kid getting his first note off a girl, I preen at the kiss she’s put at the end of her text. I’ve never been a needy guy until her, now I crave her attention, needing to get as deep under her skin as I can before she tries to run from me again. I told her I was possessive, unreasonable, and jealous, but she makes all those feelings seem amplified. I want all of her. All her attention, all her time, all her affection, I want it all, and even thought I know it’s too much, too soon, I just can’t stop.
Counting down the minutes until I can go to her, I force myself to stay in my office until the last minute, rather than head down into town to stalk her at work. She’s already been pissed at me once today, and I might have smoothed things over with the orgasm I gave her earlier, but I don’t want to push her too far when I have to convince her to stay with me again tonight.
Exactly thirty minutes before the coffee shop shuts, I climb into my truck and head down into town. She’s smiling at a customer when I push through the door, and jealousy rages so hot and so fast through me that I have to blink to see through the red haze that’s coated my eyes.
Forcing a relaxed smile onto my lips, I stride up to the counter, not punching the dickhead customer she’s talking to in the face as I wait for her to turn her attention to me.
“Hey,” she says, still smiling when she looks at me.
“Hey baby girl,” I rasp, fighting to keep the unbidden anger from my voice. “You got something for me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows in question.
“I don’t think so,” she says playfully.
“Get over here,” I growl, chuckling as I curl my arm around her back and pull her to me, my palm finding her ass when I see the asshole customer is watching. “Kiss me,” I demand, grinning smugly when she lifts up and places her lips on mine.
Reluctantly letting her pull away from me, I stay by the counter drinking the coffee she makes for me and eating the pastry she saved for me as she closes down the shop, turning off the coffee machine and cleaning down the counters.
Once the last customer leaves, I lock the door and clean off the tables, doing what I can to help while she loads the dishwasher in the back. I consider going back there, but I don’t trust myself not to get her naked if I do, and I refuse to fuck her for the first time in the back of a coffee shop.
“You about done?” I ask.
“Yep I think so, just need to grab my purse,” she says happily, disappearing into the back again and coming out a moment later with her purse and her cell in her hand.
I follow her out, just like I’ve done almost every day for a year, and wait at her side while she locks the front door.
“You really didn’t need to wait,” she says.
Rolling my eyes, I grab her chin and kiss her.
“Night,” she whispers.
“Come on, we can eat at your place then you can pack a bag for tomorrow.”
“What?” she asks, her eyes narrowed, her head shaking.
“We can’t sleep at your place, we’ll never fit in your bed, plus I’m pretty sure your daddy will shoot me if you make as much noise tonight as you did last night,” I laugh.
“I didn’t…” she trails off.
“You didn’t what?” I question.
“I didn’t know you wanted to see me again tonight,” she says, pulling her keys from her purse and gripping them tightly in her hands. “I’m kind of tired and I have work again in the morning, I usually make muffins or scones for the guys on the ranch in the mornings, and I have to prep dinner for me and Daddy,” she rambles, edging backwards towards her car.
“Okay so we’ll eat at yours, I’ll make some cookies while you go pack some stuff, and your dad can come have dinner with us and my brothers tomorrow night because it’s my night to cook,” I tell her, taking her keys from her hands and leading her over to her car and opening the door.
She opens her mouth to argue, but I kiss her, silencing any protest she might have been about to say. “I’ll follow you home,” I tell her, sliding her key into the ignition before I head to my truck.
She still looks bewildered twenty minutes later when I park my truck behind her car outside her house. Smiling, I drape my arm across her shoulders and walk us both up to the house, opening the front door for her. Following her in, I kick off my boots in the hall and trail her to the kitchen where Hal is sitting at the table nursing a beer, the radio playing the Rat Pack in the background.
“Hey Daddy,” Bonnie says, greeting her dad with a kiss on the cheek before she crosses to the crock pot.
“Hey sweetheart, how was work?” he asks.
“It was fine, Owen was too sick to come today, I think that’s the fifth stomach bug he’s had this month, he should probably go see a doctor,” she says sarcastically, as she grabs some potato’s and fills the sink with water.
“Evening Beau, you eating with us?” Hal asks.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, following Bonnie to the sink. “You go pack some stuff, are these potatoes for mash or fries?” I ask, taking the knife and peeler from her hands and nudging her to the side with my hip.
“Mash, I was going to do some corn to go with it as well,” she says, looking up at me with a slightly confused and unsure expression again.
“I can do that,” I say with a nod, kissing her quickly then dropping the potatoes in the sink, not turning to watch her leave, even though I want to.
“How’d you feel about eating with me and my brothers tomorrow night?” I ask Hal. “We take it in turns to cook, and tomorrow’s my night.”
“What you making?” he asks.
“Meatballs, my mama’s recipe,” I tell him, peeling then slicing the potatoes into the pot.
“Sounds good to me,” Hal says.” You want a beer?”
“Thanks,” I tell him. Setting the water to boil as I peel the last of the potatoes and add them to the water. Grabbing another pot, I add corn and fill that with water too. “Bonnie mentioned she usually makes muffins or scones for the
ranch workers in the morning, would cookies be good for a change, that way I can make them tonight and she doesn’t have to worry about it in the morning.”
“I’ve told her over and over she doesn’t need to cook for the guys, but her mama did it, so she insists on doing it too,” Hal sighs.
“Hal, I’m gonna be honest, I’m planning on taking Bonnie back to mine again tonight, so if whipping up a batch of cookies means she comes guilt free, then I’ll make fucking cookies. Hell, I’ll pay to have treats delivered every day of the god damn week,” I snarl.
“Flour’s in the pantry, I’ll grab the chocolate chips,” Hal says, nodding at me approvingly as he pushes up from his chair and reaches down a huge yellow ceramic mixing bowl from a shelf.
Making cookies for a load of ranch hands with my girl’s dad is by far the most surreal experience of my life. I don’t remember the last time I baked, probably with my mama when I was a kid. The fact that I’d do this every day if it means having Bonnie in my bed every night, is a startling realization that makes my heart beat a little quicker.
The potatoes are almost done by the time Bonnie walks back into the kitchen, wearing tight black yoga pants and a sweater that’s falling off one shoulder. Her feet are bare and her hair is wet, it’s by far the most casual I’ve ever seen her look and my dick twitches in approval. Normally I don’t look at what a woman’s wearing unless she’s practically naked, but with my girl I can’t stop looking. Dressed like this, so relaxed and comfy, I just want to pull her into my arms and hold her. I also want to strip her naked and fuck her, but I want to snuggle with her afterwards as well.
Sliding the tray of cookies into the oven, I pull the potatoes and corn from the stove and drain them. Adding milk, butter, and some salt to the potatoes I mash them while Bonnie tosses the corn in some butter and pulls three plates from the cupboard.
