Josie’s mouth fell open and she was about to chastise Colin for going there, but Beau just smirked and said, “Someone big is letting you open up for them? Good for you, Fairgood.” Then before Colin could correct him, he slid out of the booth and stood up. “Josie, I need to take care of some business in the men’s room. Do you mind taking me?”
Josie was so stunned he actually asked her for help that it took her a second to respond. “Oh, of course. No problem,” she said.
She took his arm and led him just around the corner to the bar’s single-person bathroom. “Do you want me to go in with you?” she asked. “Show you where the toilet is?”
Beau palmed the wall carefully, as if to make to sure there was one there. “No, we can stay out here.”
“What do mean ‘we’?”
Her back hit the wall and the next thing she knew, Beau was kissing her with a ferocity that both excited and scared her.
“Beau, we can’t,” she said, looking sideways. They were mostly hidden behind the brick wall separating the bathrooms from the main dining and bar area. But if anyone walked around the corner… “Not here.”
She tried to wriggle away, but he caught her hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of her. “The deal was any time, any place I wanted you,” he reminded her, his voice husky in her ear. “And I want you. Right now. Right here.”
She was about to remind him it was her night off, when he pressed his pelvis into the triangle between her legs. It felt so good, she almost forgot where she was for a minute, especially when he let go of one of her hands and slipped two of his fingers into the waist band of her leggings and massaged her clit.
“Beau…” she half-protested, half-moaned.
“Ssshh, darlin’,” he said. “I’m going to make you come so hard. Just let it happen.”
He moved his fingers further down and suddenly they were invading her tunnel and filling her in a way that was both delicious and terrifying because of where they were.
She tried to do the right thing. “Beau we can’t. We shouldn’t,” she said.
But this only made him press his large body into hers, effectively pinning her against the wall. “Just let it happen,” he said again.
He pressed the ball of his hand into her womanhood and her clit vibrated with pleasure, causing her formerly protesting body to go limp. She let her head fall against his shoulder, helpless against his sensual attack.
“Beau,” she moaned, a little too loudly.
“Yes, that’s it, darlin’.” He let go of her hands and bent down to kiss her. “Let that bastard know you belong to me,” he said between kisses.
It took a few moments for his words to sink through her sensual fog, but when they did, she went stiff. “Wait, this is about Colin?”
Instead of answering, he leaned forward and tried to capture her mouth again, but she twisted her face away. “Stop,” she said, tugging on the hand inside her pants. “Just stop!”
BEAU HAD FUCKED UP. He knew that without a doubt as soon as she asked if this was about Fairgood.
But he pressed on, caressing her warm mound in his hand. She had been right on the edge. Maybe he could get her back there. “It’s okay,” he whispered.
“No, it’s not okay. I said no. Stop!”
He stopped, raising both hands and taking a step back. “Okay, I’m stopping,” he said.
Her hands hit his chest then, shoving him a few steps backwards. “Seriously? Seriously!?” she asked. “You were just using me to get back at Colin? Again???”
Beau shook his head. “No, it wasn’t about revenge.”
“Then what was it about?” Although he couldn’t see her, he felt pretty sure she was glaring at him with her hands crossed firmly in front of her chest.
“Respect,” he answered. “That skinny fucker thinks he can come in here and take whatever belongs to me. Just like in high school.”
“I don’t belong to you,” she was almost yelling now. “We’re not in high school anymore, and you can’t just fuck me in public to prove a point.”
“Why not?” he asked, frustration and anger coursing through his blood. “The deal was for any time, any place—oh wait, I forgot, it’s your night off. My bad.”
It was below the belt. He knew it was below the belt, but he couldn’t keep himself from saying it. It was better than the truth: that he was afraid. Afraid Colin Fairgood, the country music star who still had his sight and fame, was here for one reason and one reason only: to steal Josie away from him. And he had been pathetically attempting to mark her as his in the most ancient of ways.