Marissa bit her tongue to keep from telling Val she’d already gone for it. “Can we talk about something other than my bodyguard? We haven’t seen each other in a long time. Let’s catch up.”
The waiter returned with their drinks. Their conversation turned to other things and after an hour, they ordered dinner. Occasionally Marissa sneaked a glance at Beau. He hadn’t moved from his spot at the bar. Still drinking beer, he had eaten a hamburger long ago and was munching on pretzels now.
“Hey, I love that Luke Bryan song. Let’s dance!”
Before Marissa could respond, Val scooted back her chair and went to the dance floor. Her friend didn’t hesitate in maneuvering right into the middle of the others, twisting, and gyrating to Country Girl. The wood floor was crowded with women who were giving their all to the popular song. Tantalizing their men who were on the sidelines like cheerleaders, encouraging them with drunken enthusiasm. Marissa got to her feet and decided to join Val. She loved to dance and could already feel the music running through her veins.
She was conscious of Beau’s gaze following her. The knowledge that they’d already fucked once fueled the need to tease him into arousal again. It seemed only fair, considering she was horny for a repeat. As soon as she found her way to Val, she began to move her body in tune to the music. Quickly losing herself to the seductive power of the popular song.
“I knew you couldn’t hold out!” Val all but screamed.
Marissa was soon gyrating and swaying seductively like the others. She ran her hands down her curves, moving her hips sensuously, moving her head so that her long hair flew around her. Then she put her hands under her hair at the back of her neck and lifted it up, purposely facing Beau. He’d swung around on his bar stool and was facing the dance floor now, his gaze fixed on her in a hungry way. She smiled and released her hair to let it fall around her, knowing she was goading him, and that he couldn’t do anything about it.
With eyes half closed, she parted her lips and moved her hands over her body in a caressing way. It didn’t take Marissa long to put herself in another place. Music often did that to her. It renewed her tired body, made her feel alive, and energized again. She moved as if she was the only one there. What was that saying? Dance like no one is watching. She moved freely and wildly, letting the county song consume her soul, letting it make love to her senses. She momentarily forgot where she was until the song ended and the beat throbbing in her blood stopped.
Breathing heavy, Marissa stopped and opened her eyes. Beau was standing in front of her. She gasped and stepped back. A mask of angry arousal twisted his features. The look in his eyes was frighteningly predatory. Another song started, something slow and mellow. She looked around for Val, finding her in the arms of a man, swaying to the new melody.
“Dance with me.”
Beau didn’t give Marissa a choice. He took her into his arms, crushed her against his hard body, and slowly began to move. She didn’t really want to resist him. Her blood was still pulsing from Country Girl, and being in his strong arms made her feel vibrant. The subtle friction of his chest against her nipples caused them to rise and harden, and that in turn caused a pleasant flutter that traveled down to her pussy.
“Did you enjoy teasing me?” His voice was close to Marissa’s ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.
She decided not to deny it. Savoring her power over him. “Yes.”
“Well I hope you enjoy the consequences.” It was a threat, clear and simple.
She laughed, wondering what he could do to her in a public place. Then she caught her breath when Beau wedged his leg between hers. With every step they took, her tingling pussy was captive against his hard thigh. And there was no denying his cock was hard, moving against her, letting her know he was just as stimulated. She moaned softly and arched into him, lost, wishing her clit could get the same action. She closed her eyes and let her senses go with the wild emotions churning inside her. It shocked her to the core that she wanted him to make her come, right there on the dance floor.
“No!” she gasped, pulling slightly away from Beau, because suddenly it was possible, and that scared the crap out of her. She began to look around, hoping no one was paying them any attention while cursing her temporary madness.
The bump and grind they were doing might have been in sync with the music, but it was no less effective to her libido. He started to force his thigh up against her pussy so hard that her aching clit began to reap the benefits. The pressure inside her began to build. She closed her eyes, but all that did was emphasize the crazy situation between them.
“I told you I don’t play games,” He grated, as if sensing Marissa’s turmoil.
Yes, he had. But it didn’t really matter now. Marissa was beyond caring. She was aroused and coming was the only thing on her mind. She let Beau extract his particular brand of punishment on her, whimpering as a powerful orgasm brewed inside her, twisting her emotions. Her breathing escalated and she braced herself, trembling wildly against him. Just as she was about to let go the music stopped, and Beau stepped away from her.
Noooo! She almost fell to her knees.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
Ready? She was ready now, damn him! Her jaw dropped open with disbelief. She stood there, shaking, on the very pinnacle of climaxing, and he calmly walked away? Bastard! It took Marissa a few seconds to realize she was still standing on the dance floor while everyone else had returned to his or her table. Beau made it back to his stool, where he picked up his beer and took a long swallow. Even from her distance, she could see the tick in his jaw.
“He is a big one,” Val remarked when Marissa made her way back to their table on unsteady legs.
“A big jerk,” Marissa hissed, knowing immediately Val was talking about Beau.
Val laughed. “I think you’ve met your match, sweetie.”
Marissa frowned. She didn’t want to hear the truth and played stupid. “What? I don’t know what you mean.”
Her friend shrugged. “I watched the way he was moving against you. You think you’re the only woman that’s been danced to an orgasm?”
Marissa could only stare at her friend, until her words sank in and understanding dawned on her. She smiled reluctantly. “Well, that was a first for me and the big jerk walked away just at the crucial moment.”
Val glanced at Beau. “Oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing, girl. That’s part of the fun. Wait until later, when he gets around to finishing. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven. It will be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever have. You remember Jeff back in college? Well there was this one day when he kept teasing me to the brink. He must have done it ten times and when I finally climaxed…”
Drinking turned Val into a little chatterbox. Marissa knew once she got going there was no use trying to keep up. She ordered another Bloody Mary and sat back with a smile. But her smile quickly vanished when she noticed a woman join Beau at the bar. They struck up a friendly conversation, and when he bought the woman a drink Marissa decided it was time to leave.
“Val, it’s been great catching up with you but I think I’m ready to leave. You’re not driving, are you?”
“Oh no. I took a cab here.”
“Then why don’t we take you home?” Marissa stood up.
Val shook her head. “I’m not ready to leave yet. And besides,” She glanced at the man she’d been dancing with earlier. He was sitting at the bar across from Beau, just staring at them. “I think I have a ride home.” She motioned him over.
“Well okay then. Let’s get together again before I leave Texas.”
“Okay honey. Call me.”
That was the same thing Marissa heard the woman at the bar saying to Beau when she walked up to him. He accepted the card the woman handed him, and got to his feet when he noticed Marissa move up behind him in the mirror.
“I’m ready to go home, honey.” Marissa wrapped her arm around his. Beau frowned down at her, his eyes
narrowing. She batted her eyelashes at him. “Unless there’s something keeping you here?”
Beau turned to the other woman seated at the bar. “I’ll be in touch.”
“New girlfriend?” Marissa asked while they were walking away. “Pretty.”
“Client,” he said abruptly. He opened the club door for her.
“Thank you.” It seemed like all of a sudden they were polite strangers. “I suppose you know where my place is.”
“Yep.” He opened the hummer door for her, assisted her in, and closed it.
Marissa watched him walk around the hood to the driver side. She was tired and looking forward to a long shower and bed, and since Beau didn’t seem to be in a talking mood she laid her head back and closed her eyes.
She didn’t intend to fall asleep, but that’s what happened.
Chapter 5
Beau parked his hummer, switched off the ignition, and turned to look at Marissa. Sleeping, she looked like an angel. Huh! The lady was a she-cat. He took a deep breath. She was going to be pissed when she woke up to see that he hadn’t taken her home, but to his ranch instead. Maybe he should just let her sleep. No, knowing how obstinate she was, when she woke up she’d probably start walking back to town.
His quiet gaze ran over her. Even in sleep, she stirred something deep inside him. He contributed it to lust. His palms itched to cup her large breasts. He wanted to tease her nipples until they were swollen and hard, taste their sweetness with his tongue. She’d teased him mercilessly on the dance floor. He’d set out to turn the tables on her, suffering the consequences just as much. The lady was a nuisance, but damn, she was the perfect fit for him in so many ways.
He’d been hard since meeting the curvy blonde, and one taste of her made him want her again. It wasn’t often Beau met a woman who could take him on without having to worry about hurting her in some way. Christ! Recalling how he’d pounded into her earlier, his cock was hard and throbbing now. He lifted his butt off the seat, reached down, and rearranged it. But it didn’t help. What he wanted was sitting beside him, snoring lightly and clueless to his predicament.
He shook his head, annoyed for letting his thoughts run away with him. No sense in prolonging it. He reached over and gave Marissa a nudge. “Wake up, beautiful, we’re home.” She stirred very little and moaned something unintelligible beneath her breath. “Marissa, wake up, we’re home.” This time Beau raised his voice when he nudged her.
“Okay, okay,” she mumbled with irritation. “Keep your pants on, cowboy.” She yawned and fumbled for the door handle. “Thanks for the ride home.”
He was surprised she made it out of the hummer before it dawned on her where they weren’t.
“Where the hell are we?” She looked around with a frown between her eyes. “Are we at a ranch?” She put her hands on her hips in a challenge that only amused Beau. “Why?”
“Because it will be safer here.” He walked around the vehicle to join her. “This is my place. Kirk is the only one who knows where you are.”
“I think you and Kirk have forgotten that I’m not a child.”
Beau’s gaze roamed down her body slowly. He ignored her sound of annoyance. By the time they made eye contact again, he realized he was facing a wound up tigress. “There’s no way I’d ever mistake you for a child, honey.” He saw her hand coming with enough time to catch it in mid-air. He pulled her sharply against him and she caught her breath. “Relax. I happen to like a woman with meat on her bones.”
To both their surprise he lowered his head and kissed her roughly, thoroughly. She resisted, but it didn’t last long. As soon as he curled his arm around her waist, she relaxed against him and kissed him back. He smiled inwardly, deciding to take his time.
Her mouth opened to his probing tongue and then they were exploring the warm secrets of each other’s mouths. Sounds of hunger surrounded them in the darkness and fueled Beau’s need for more. Her soft body was pliant in his arms, and he took advantage by exploring her curves with long, sweeping caresses. The feel of her fully rounded ass beneath his hands, the smooth curve of her hips and waist, and the fullness of her breasts kept his cock hard and pounding behind his zipper.
With a growl, he turned Marissa and pushed her up against the hummer. Their caresses became wild with hunger. They seemed to be racing toward the same thing. Marissa’s hands went to the edge of his shirt behind his back. She inched her way beneath the material to his bare skin. Fire licked his flesh where her hands touched him, moving up his back to his shoulders and then down again, lightly leaving her mark on him with her sharp nails.
As they continued to devour each other’s lips Beau lifted Marissa’s sweater so he could reach the bounty beneath. He shaped and cupped her breasts, then broke his kiss to love them with his mouth. Marissa cried out and arched her back when his mouth closed over one lace covered globe. He took his time nibbling and sucking her sweet flesh, tonguing her hard little nipples until she was gasping and squirming uncontrollably against him.
“Damn, I want to fuck you again,” he rasped, his control barely holding on by a thread. “Right here, right now!”
Marissa didn’t say anything but her actions revealed she wasn’t against the idea. She was moaning and rubbing her hand up and down his hard cock as if she wanted to start a fire. There was nothing gentle about her demanding caresses and that was just fine with him.
Then out of the darkness, someone cleared their throat. “Excuse me.”
Marissa released a little cry and pushed Beau away. He recognized his brother Blade’s voice, turning in the direction it came from. However, it was too dark to see him.
“Don’t mean to interrupt but I thought something might be up when you didn’t come inside right away.”
“That’s okay, we were just about to,” Beau replied, his voice hoarse with desire.
He gently took Marissa by the arm and guided her through the darkness toward the house. The light was on in the kitchen. He followed Blade up the steps and through the door. Once inside, he introduced them.
“Marissa Lambert, my brother, Blade.”
Blade nodded his head. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“Nice to meet you,” Marissa returned.
Beau grinned when he noticed her surprised inspection of his brother. He told her they were identical triplets yet they all managed to have their own look. Their faces and body type were identical, but Blade had long black hair that he kept tied back, his face a darker tan because he preferred the outside.
“Miss Lambert is a client, Blade. And she’ll be my guest for a while.”
“Until he takes me home in the morning,” Marissa said, contradicting him.
Their gazes clashed. “You’ll go home when the coast is clear.”
“You can’t keep me here against my will.” She crossed her arms. “And if you won’t take me home in the morning I’ll call a taxi.”
Damn, the woman was pigheaded. “Do you think we can just get through the night and talk about it in the morning? I’m damn tired.” He could tell by looking at her that she was, too.
“Well, in case you don’t see me in the morning, I’m catching a flight to Nevada for a job,” Blade cut in. “Don’t know how long I will be. So you and Miss Lambert will have the house to yourselves.” He cast Marissa a quick glance. “If you’ll excuse me.” Without waiting for acknowledgement, he pivoted and left them alone.
Beau stared at Marissa. “Would you like a shower before bed?”
She covered a yawn. “That would be nice.”
Beau turned and expected Marissa to follow him. He turned off the light before leaving the kitchen.
“What am I going to do for clothes, cowboy?”
He chuckled. “You don’t sleep in the nude?”
“Yes, but” she stopped herself.
Beau decided to let her off the hook. “I’ll get you a shirt.” He paused by the bathroom door. “There are clean towels in the closet behind the door. Go ahead and get started
, I’ll be right back.”
****
Marissa watched Beau walk down the hallway and disappear into a room. Her second wind at the club had completely evaporated, leaving her bone tired and ready to fall. It didn’t help that Beau kept her on the edge of arousal. Twice now, he’d got her worked up enough to explode with pleasure, only to leave her empty and hungry.
She tried to forget what Val had said back at the club as she quickly stripped her clothes off, eyeing the roman tub. It was the size of a small swimming pool. The thought of filling it with hot water and sinking into it up to her neck was too good to ignore, and she didn’t think Beau would mind. She reached for the tap, and that’s when her gaze fell on the bubble bath and salts. Was there a woman in the house? She couldn’t picture three big Texans taking a bubble bath. As the tub filled, Marissa braided her hair.
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