by Gemma Weir
When I’ve finished my breakfast, I load my cup, bowl, and spoon into the dishwasher and go grab my bag. Huck hands me a bagged lunch with my name on, and I smile. “Thank you, but you don’t have to make me a lunch,” I tell him, sliding the brown bag into my purse.
Huck shrugs, “You’re one of us, you get a lunch,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then stepping back and heading to the door.
“You not even planning on saying goodbye?” Beau rasps, catching me around the waist and pulling me into his lap.
“I was coming back, I’m just gonna put this stuff in my car first,” I laugh, gesturing to my full hands.
“I’ll take them, so you can say bye to everyone,” he says, taking my bag and glaring at my red dress as he pulls it from my hands and heads out the front door.
“Bye guys,” I say awkwardly.
“Bye Bonnie,” Granger says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
Cody and Bay take it in turns to hug me, and even Teddy gets up from the couch to encircle me in a bear hug. It’s nice. I’m still a stranger to them, but Beau’s brothers are treating me like family, while my own brother makes me feel like an inconvenient burden. “Bye,” I say, slightly shellshocked but smiling.
Opening the front door, I step out and find Beau waiting beside the shiny GMC, his brow furrowed.
“What’s up?”
“I hate the idea of not sleeping with you tonight,” he says.
“You’ll be fine, you won’t even notice I’m not there,” I assure him, closing the distance between us and pushing up onto my tiptoes to kiss him.
His arms band around me the moment my lips touch his, and he lifts me up and kisses me like it’s our final farewell.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” I say.
“What?” his head snaps up and he glares at me.
“I told you I help out on the ranch on my days off.”
“Not this weekend, I’m kidnapping you till Monday morning,” he says seriously.
“I have responsibilities, Beau, I let you convince me to take Tuesday and Wednesday off, but I can’t just ignore my commitments because we started dating,” I say, rolling my eyes and sighing.
“I’m not asking you to ignore your responsibilities, I’m just asking for a little of your time,” he snaps.
“Beau, I don’t want to argue with you, I’ll work on the ranch tomorrow day, then stay here tomorrow night with you. Okay?”
“Where are you going tonight? Which bar?”
I shrug, “I don’t know yet, we’ll probably end up at Barney’s”
Beau grabs my ass, gripping it tightly, then spanking me twice in quick succession. “Or you could just stay with me tonight.”
Rolling my eyes so hard it hurts, I shake my head. “Stop trying to manipulate me, I told you I’m going out and nothing you do is going to change my mind.”
“You are a pain in my ass,” he growls against my lips, kissing me hard and fast.
“Back at you,” I say, when he finally releases me.
“Behave tonight, remember who you belong to,” he snarls angrily.
“See you tomorrow night,” I whisper, kissing him softly and waiting for him to take over, which he does, deepening the kiss as he possessively holds me to him, my hair wrapped around his fist controlling my movements.
“See you later, baby girl,” he says, reluctantly.
“Bye,” I whisper, pulling away from him and sliding into my car. He watches me until the house goes out of view, then his truck appears behind me and follows me all the way into town.
“Why say goodbye and then follow me to work?” I ask, when he climbs out of his truck outside the coffee shop.
“Did you really think I’d let you open up on your own?” he asks, his expression saying the answer should be obvious.
Smiling, I chuckle to myself, unlocking the front door and turning on the lights as Beau follows me inside. Thirty minutes later, I’m back clutched to his chest as he kisses me stupid.
“Stay with me tonight,” he coaxes,
“Tomorrow, I’ll stay with you tomorrow night.”
“Tonight.”
“Tomorrow. Go do something fun tonight, I bet you won’t even miss me,” I smile.
“My dick misses you already. I’m hard for you, baby girl,” he taunts, grinding his dick against my stomach, teasing me with it.
“I’m sure you and your dick will survive.”
Lifting me off my feet, he rushes into the kitchen, placing me on my feet as his fingers work my pants down my legs just enough for him to push my panties to the side and thrust two fingers deep into my sex.
A burst of pleasure-filled pain shocks me, and I gasp as he fucks me hard and deep with his fingers, his lips on mine as his other fingers find my clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves as he fucks me, lifting me up onto my tiptoes with each thrust.
I’m coming in the blink of an eye, the feeling crashing over me so suddenly I’m unprepared and my legs buckle. Beau swallows my scream with his mouth, kissing me as I tremble and shake with the intensity of the orgasm he just gave me.
When the tremors start to fade, he pulls my panties and jeans back into place, then sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking at me. “You taste fucking delicious.”
I feel shellshocked and I can’t seem to make words form on my lips.
“I got to go, baby girl, see you later,” he says, kissing me before smacking me on the ass and turning to leave, a shit eating grin etched across his face.
The rest of the day drags, it’s busy, but the clock seems to be ticking backwards and by the time Owen saunters in at three forty-five, shocking the hell out of me, I’m exhausted and horny as hell. Beau has been sending me dirty text messages all day, and as if he knows I’m thinking about him, my cell beeps in my pocket just as I’m pushing through the door.
Beau – I can still taste you on my tongue, my fingers smell like your pussy and I can’t wait to eat you again. Come home with me tonight and I’ll devour you. I’ll make you come so many times you’ll pass out from pleasure.
A jolt of desire pulses through my core. He’s been doing this all day, just as my body calms, he texts me and I’m all riled up again just from his words. Torturing myself, I scroll back through the other texts he’s sent me today.
Beau – My dick is rock hard and leaking for you. I want to see your cunt spread wide, while I make you come as you ride my cock.
Beau – You belong to me, baby girl, later I’m gonna take you and own you. You’re gonna scream my name and come on my tongue, my fingers, and my cock until you pass out from all the pleasure I’m going to give you.
Beau – No one gets to touch you but me, Bonnie, I could come just from watching you orgasm.
Beau – I can’t wait to feed my dick into that smart mouth of yours, I can almost imagine how hot and wet your mouth will be, how sexy your lips will look when they’re spread wide around my cock.
My core clenches again and I can feel how wet my panties are. I know what he’s doing, he doesn’t want me to go out tonight, so he’s trying to get me so riled up I’ll go find him and fuck him instead. It’s almost working, but I refuse to let him know he has that much control over me. I won’t allow him to dictate what I do and with who, and I’d rather he figure that out now and learn to deal with it.
Me – You’re an asshole.
Beau – I’d like to fuck your asshole baby girl; I’ll start with my finger and stretch you out till you can take my dick. You’ll love being so owned, I’ll take you in every hole, so I can claim you in every way possible.
The thought of anal both terrifies and titillates me, but I won’t admit that to him. I only had sex for the first time a week ago, and at least for now I won’t allow anymore of my dirty fantasies to filter into my real life.
Me – Your dick isn’t going anywhere near my ass.
Beau – ha ha ha we’ll see. Tell me where you want my dick then. Stay with m
e tonight and I’ll do whatever you want, however you want.
Feeling like teasing him a little, I reply as I walk down the sidewalk towards Cora’s mom’s store.
Me – Anything I want?
His reply is immediate.
Beau – Anything. Tell me what you want.
Me – It’s a little… dirty.
Beau – Even better. Since I spanked you, I’ve been having a lot of dirty, kinky ideas of what we could do.
Swallowing thickly, my fingers shake a little as I try to decide what to write. I was trying to turn the tables and tease him, but he’s shaken me with that last reply. He’s been thinking about dirty, kinky things he and I could do.
Me – Tell me.
Beau – I want to take you over my knee and spank you again until your ass is red and hot.
Beau – I want to tie your arms and ankles down and fuck you while you’re helpless and all you can do is beg for more.
Beau – I want to take your cunt, your mouth, your ass and cover you in my cum until you smell like me and everyone knows who you belong to.
The air seems to leave my lungs as I read, it’s like he’s looked inside my head and stolen all of my dirty dreams. I’ve read a thousand sexy romance books and lived vicariously through the stories they told, but it wasn’t until Beau decided that I was his that I’ve had a chance to do some of the things I read about, and now this. Now he’s dangling yet another fantasy in front of me; offering me the chance to explore my sexuality with him.
My cell rings in my hands and I exhale shakily, lifting it to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Have I freaked you out or turned you on?” he asks, sounded apprehensive.
“Both,” I breathe.
“Which bit turned you on?” he asks.
“I…” I trail off, not sure if I should confess that all of it turned me on. This could be a test, if I tell him I want him to do everything he mentioned to me, he might think I’m a freak.
“I know you enjoyed me spanking you. Do you like the thought of me dragging you over my knee, holding you down and punishing you with my palm on your ass?” he asks, his voice quiet and raspy.
A tiny moan falls from my lips and I know I’ve given myself away.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl, that turns you on as much as it does me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I confess shakily.
“Have you finished work, come home, I can be there in ten minutes,” he growls, and I can hear the desire lacing his words.
“I can’t,” I groan, really regretting having agreed to go out tonight for the first time.
“You can, you can get your ass in your car and come to me now. I’ll punish you so good for making us both suffer like this.”
“This isn’t fair,” I whisper, clenching my thighs together.
“No space, no distance, baby girl, I never said I’d play fair, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“So, all of this is just so I won’t go out tonight?” I ask, suddenly upset that he isn’t a mind reader and it’s all just a ploy to get me to do what he wants.
“Are you in your car? I’m in my truck, I want you so bad,” he rasps.
“I can’t believe you,” I say, my voice catching. “You’re manipulating me.”
“No, I’m just giving us what we both want,” he purrs.
“No, you’re trying to get what you want. I’ll see you tomorrow, Beau.” Ending the call, I silence my cell and slide it back into my pocket. I’m not sure why I’m so upset, he warned me who he was, in fact he’s been telling me over and over that he’s an asshole, it’s just the first time since he dragged me to his house that I’ve really seen him behave like one.
My cell starts to vibrate, but I ignore it and start walking again, realizing that I’ve been standing still in the middle of sidewalk. The buzzing in my pocket stops, then immediately starts again. Pulling it out I see Beau’s name on the screen and throw it into my purse, closing my eyes to fight the urge to answer it and shout at him. Arguing is stupid, it’s counterproductive and it always makes me cry. I’m an angry crier, and even if I’m furious the tears make me look weak.
Beau isn’t my father, or husband, he’s just the guy I recently started dating. When I hear my cell start to buzz again, I pull it from my purse and answer it.
“Hello.”
“What the fuck, Bonnie?” he hisses.
“What’s up?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can.
“What’s up?” he snarls back. “What’s up is that my dick’s hard enough to cut steel and you’re hanging up and ignoring me.”
“I’m not ignoring you, I answered, we’re speaking,” I say curtly.
“Are you on your way?”
“No. I told you I have plans tonight.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he snarls. “Baby girl, get your ass into your car and come home.”
“Sorry sweetie, I just got to Cora’s place. Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I coo, with faux cheeriness, then end the call and throw my cell back into my purse.
Inhaling sharply, I roll back my shoulders. I won’t let him manipulate me, and I’m mad that he tried to. He knows I have no experience being in a sexual relationship, and he still tried to use sex against me. Taking in a long, slow breath, I exhale and force all thoughts of him out with it. My shoulders relax a little and some of the tension falls away.
My mama taught me to do this, she told me that living with my daddy sometimes made her so mad she just wanted to scream and shout and cry, but that men very rarely understand the complexity of women so she learnt to compartmentalize her anger until it faded. But she also told me that she replaced the sugar in all of my daddy’s food with salt for a solid month when he pissed her off, so maybe her anger didn’t fade, she just picked her time to show it.
Breathing in again, I slowly exhale, then push through the door to Cora’s mama’s shop with a smile on my face. Cora waves when she sees me, her attention returning to the customer she’s serving when the lady asks her a question.
I take a minute to look through the rails of clothes, strolling in and out of the racks of jeans, stylish fall sweaters, and tall leather boots. That’s when my eyes fall on an outfit mounted on a mannequin. The skirt is rose gold and sparkly, it should be gaudy and tacky, but paired with the simple backless black body suit that’s cut into a v shape at the front, but dips all the way down below the waist of the skirt at the back, it looks incredibly sexy and modern.
The outfit is paired with simple black pumps and gold hoop earring, and try as I might, I just can’t tear my eyes away from it.
“Here,” Cora says from behind me, startling me. “Go try it on, I actually had you in mind when I saw the new stock this morning.”
Without protest, I take the clothes and shoes from her and head to the changing rooms. The moment I slide the skirt on over the body suit I know I have to have it; it skims my curves, accentuates my breasts and makes me feel sexy and beautiful. Sliding my feet into the pumps, I turn and look at myself in the mirror and smile. Sometimes there are clothes you want and sometimes there are clothes you just have to have, and this is one of those outfits.
Pulling the curtain back, I step into the shop and find Cora waiting for me. “Holy shit, please tell me you’re having it, I mean you have to have it. I’m straight and I want to bang you when you look like that.”
Laughing, I do a quick spin, smiling widely the entire time. “I love it, Cora, I don’t even care how much it is, I need this outfit.”
“You do. You need it and it’s not too bad with my discount,” she shrugs.
Quickly changing, she rings the clothes up, and I swallow as I hand her my card. “I’ve been doing a lot of overtime recently; I deserve a treat.”
She nods, swiping my card before I can wince at the fact that I just spent over two hundred dollars on an outfit that will be completely underappreciated in the only decent bar in our small town. Cora’s mama pushes through the d
oor just as she hands me my receipt and the bag full of my beautiful new clothes.
“Bonnie,” she coos, sashaying towards me on six-inch heels. I’ve known Mrs. Cunningham my entire life, and I’ve never known her wear anything other than skyscraper heels. It doesn’t matter if she was manning a stall at a bake sale for six hours, working all day in her store, or doing the grocery shopping, she’s always dressed to the nines and in shoes that make my feet hurt just looking at them.
“Hi Mrs. Cunningham,” I say, rushing over to hug her when she opens her arms for me.
“I hear you girls are having a night out tonight? I hope that bag holds that beautiful rose gold skirt,” she asks.
“The whole outfit, it’s just stunning,” I tell her.
“Well Cora has the eye, she told me she planned to show it to you when we unpacked the stock this morning, and I agreed that it would be perfect for you,” Mrs. Cunningham says, smiling warmly at her daughter.
“You’re early, Mom, I’m not supposed to finish till five,” Cora says, glancing at her watch.
“I know, but I thought you girls deserved a treat, so I booked you both in for massages and mani-pedis, my treat,” she says, squeezing my arm.
“Are you serious?” Cora shrieks.
“Mrs. Cunningham,” I start to protest.
“Hush, go, enjoy, you’re only young once.”
“Thank you, Mama,” Cora says, launching herself at her mom.
I lean in for a second hug the moment Cora releases her. “Thank you, Mrs. Cunningham.”
“You both work too hard, have a fabulous time. Your appointments are in fifteen minutes,” she says, shooing us out of the shop.
Cora grabs her jacket and purse and hooks her arm through mine as we excitedly spill back out onto the sidewalk. “This is perfect, exactly what we both need,” she says happily.