He had a year until he got the money from his contract. He had a year to spend with her. “Come up here, Beth. Sit on my lap.”
Now that the decision was made, he could take his time. His cock still throbbed in his jeans, but even that beast had quieted a bit. It would get its way. He would bury that cock deep inside her pussy and not leave for a really long time. Trev could be patient with Beth.
She took his outstretched hand and placed herself on his lap.
Trev looked at her. “Now, tell me how you like to be kissed.”
Chapter Five
Bo drank down the beer and wished he was somewhere else.
Jimmy Nixon slapped another beer in front of him. “Damn, man, you’re getting lucky tonight. Have you seen the way Clarissa is looking at you? I wish I was in your shoes.”
He’d seen it. It was the way she looked at any man she hadn’t had yet. There was nothing special about him to Clarissa except that apparently it was his turn. She’d gone through most of the men in the county who had a lick of money. She’d apparently discovered he had a trust fund he’d just come into.
He hadn’t bothered to explain to her that there was no way he was spending the eight hundred thousand his father had left him on anything except buying back into his own damn ranch. That codicil in Conner O’Malley’s will had been the old man’s last attempt to drive a wedge between his sons. Causing trouble between Bo and Aidan had been one of the old fucker’s favorite past times. Giving Aidan the ranch but not the money to run it had been Conner’s way of punishing Aidan for not sticking around. And giving Bo the money but not the land he loved had been his way of punishing Bo for not being Aidan.
Now he had access to the money, and he knew what he should do with it. So why was he hesitating?
“I think her tits are going to fall out of that shirt. Do you think those are real?” Jimmy asked.
Bo turned back to his friend. “No. She had them done last year. You didn’t notice she went from next to nothing to Pamela Anderson?”
Clarissa’s breasts were big and perfectly round, and Bo was kind of afraid they’d explode if he touched them too hard. They were like a water balloon someone had filled just to the point of bursting. They weren’t soft like…
What was wrong with him? Just earlier in the day he’d been damned excited about getting in that girl’s pants, and now he wasn’t interested. Now he was sitting around moaning into his beer because he couldn’t get the sight of Mouse’s sad eyes when he’d dropped her off out of his mind. She’d seemed resigned and just done with it all.
Was she done with him?
“I heard her talking to Melody in the hallway. They were going out to have a smoke. I think they’re going to initiate you into their little club.”
Bo fought to not roll his eyes. Melody and Clarissa thought they were wild because every now and then they shared a guy for the night. Bo didn’t see the attraction. He only had one dick. What was the other girl supposed to do? Give him a foot massage?
In this particular case, his brother had the right idea. A girl could handle more than one guy. A girl had a whole lot of parts that required attention. She had breasts and a mouth and a soft pussy and a round ass she tried to hide under clothes that didn’t fit. Fuck. He was thinking of Mouse again.
“I don’t know. I might pawn her off on you tonight,” Bo said, sliding the beer away. He’d only had the one, and now he didn’t feel like getting even the slightest bit tipsy. He wanted to be able to drive. Maybe he should go talk to Mouse. He hated the way he’d left things with her. It made him nauseous. He’d acted like an ass around her all day.
Jimmy’s mouth was turned down, and his brother, Brian, joined them. Brian looked like he was on his fifth whiskey. “What’s wrong with you, man? You haven’t been the same lately.”
Maybe he wasn’t the same because he was growing up and his friends seemed to want to stay the same. They were still the same redneck idiots they had all been in high school, except some of them had wives and kids. Jimmy had two kids by two different women, and here he was looking for baby mama number three when he didn’t pay support to the ones he had because he couldn’t keep a job.
This was why he spent a lot of nights at Mouse’s place watching TV while she worked on other people’s taxes or read a book. He told himself it was because his house was too quiet, but he enjoyed her company. She could talk about anything.
“I’m fine, man,” Bo said. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.”
It had been a long week. He’d had to completely reinstall a large portion of the east fence after straight-line winds tore it up. His shoulder had been aching for days. Mouse had fussed over him and made him put a heating pad on it.
Damn, his brother was right. He was such an asshole. He’d been using her for years. He’d gone to her for comfort and love and offered nothing real in return.
Brian snorted. He was older than Bo. He’d been in the same class with Trev.
Sitting next to Trev and having dinner had been a weird experience. Bo had always liked Shelley. The dark-haired woman had been popular, but in a sweet way. She’d always been nice to Mouse. Bo had gotten to know her pretty well when George had gone into the hospital for his final days. Apparently Mouse had helped Shelley through her mother’s final days, and Shelley had shown up to pay the favor back.
Sitting with Mouse and Shelley and Trev tonight at dinner had been a revelation. He hadn’t been forced to laugh at dumb jokes or compare women’s breast sizes. They had talked about politics and things happening in the world. Sure, he’d mostly listened, but he’d enjoyed that meal more than he liked to admit.
He’d missed Trev. Asshole.
“Bo’s been spending too much time with that group out on his ranch, if you ask me. They think they’re better than us because they came from the city.” Brian had a real problem with anyone who hadn’t been born in a town the size of a postage stamp.
“Aidan was born here,” Bo argued, but there wasn’t a lot of heat behind it. He was starting to get damn tired of this conversation.
“Yeah, well, he left as fast as he could.” Brian tossed back his drink, swallowing the contents and slamming the glass on the bar when he was done. “And he’s brought back those two. City snobs. Did you know that woman of his is trying to force the city to spend thousands of dollars so she can wash her hair in artesian water?”
Now Bo didn’t try to stop his eye roll. Idiots. “Lexi is trying to get the city to upgrade the water filtration facilities that serve the school. And Lucas put up some of his own money for the project.”
“Yeah, we don’t want no money from fags.”
This was the shit Bo put up with on a daily basis. “Well, you fight him then. I’m sure all three of your kids will be fine. They might be deformed, but at least they won’t have taken fag money.”
Why did he hang out with these guys? Habit. He’d been trying to fit in since the day he’d figured out it sucked to not fit in.
Brian scratched at his head. “Yeah. That’s right. Hey, what do you mean by deformed?”
He was saved from having to explain that to a very drunk Brian by a well-manicured hand dipping into his shirt.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Clarissa practically purred in his ear.
Thinking about running as fast as he could. The whole thing with Clarissa had seemed like a fun idea, but she was kind of scaring him now. He looked down and saw her bloodred nails disappearing into his shirt.
“Yeah, Bo, how’s it going?” Melody swept in beside him. She was a blonde, too, though hers seemed a bit more natural than Clarissa’s. Melody’s hand slid along his thigh.