Chapter 118

Beau POV

Beau pushes himself into this woman’s wet pussy. It’s tight and hot, and while this woman’s face isn’t much to look at, her pussy is, at least, top tier.

“Oh, Beauuuuu….!” she moans, and her voice is really not the best either. Too whiny? Too much emphasis on the ew of Beau’s name?

Whatever it is, it very nearly flags Beau’s erection. But he’s not a quitter.

He promised this woman a good time, and he was going to see it through. So he closed his eyes, and focused on the feel of her tightness clutching his dick. And the hot, wet feel of –

“Beaaaauuuu!” she cries louder, and it sounds kind of like a foghorn.

Cover her mouth. Yes. That’s what he’ll do.

So he reaches up and clamps his hand across her lips. She still moans, but it’s muffled now, at least. Not nearly so annoying.

He continues thrusting, adding some pace. He’s really not as into this as he wants to be. He’s going to see this woman off first, but his plans to make it last all night have dimmed all the way down to fifteen minutes.

So much for edging tonight…

Typically, Beau would bring himself and his partner to the brink of pleasure before holding them both back. He’d keep that going and going and going even beyond the point of his partner being a begging, sobbing mess.

He enjoys the game. Seeing how long he can make it last.

The only game he enjoys more is seeing how many times he can make his partner come before they pass out.

He’s forgoing both those games tonight, in exchange for efficiency.

He starts to circle his hips now. The women love that.

This one does too. She bites down on Beau’s fingers.

And it fucking hurts!

His hips stutter. His erection is only barely hanging on.

No. He’s not a quitter.

He starts thrusting wildly.

Bring her to pleasure. Bring her to pleasure.

Get this over with.

Finally, blessedly, her pussy clamps down and she screams.

He fucks her through it, valiantly not losing his erection.

To keep it, he clamps his eyes shut and tries to think of the sexiest thoughts he can.

For some reason, Beau thinks of the Nanny, and his soft little gasps as he touches himself to the sound of his voice.

He stops suddenly, his eyes opening wide.

The fucking Nanny?!

Before he can think too hard about it, a knock sounds at his door. Archer’s raised voice comes through.

“It’s time. Hurry the hell up.”

Thank the Gods.

Beau pulls out and rip the condom away before the woman in his bed can see that he never ejaculated.

“Did you cum?” she asks as she pushes herself up to her elbows.

“Sure,” Beau says. He crosses the room and begins getting dressed.

“You were so quiet…” she says.

“I’m always that way,” he says, and it’s a damn, filthy lie. If he’s enjoying it, he’s as loud as can be. But he’s also what he considers to be a gentleman. And a gentleman wouldn’t tell the woman he’s just fucked that she’s the actual worst. “You can see yourself out, right?”

Beau finishes getting dressed. He heads for the door.

“I guess…” the woman says. She sounds hesitant, but Beau is sure she’ll figure it out.

In the hallway, his brothers are waiting for him.

“You finally ready?” Archer asks.

Beau’s embarrassed by his fifteen minute time stamp, so he doesn’t call attention to it. “I am. Where are we meeting him?”

“He’s in the garage waxing my car,” Neil says. He rubs his upper chest. Beau pretends not to notice.

They all knew the travesty their father committed. When they were kids, they each faced some hefty punishments. Neil’s, then and now, remain the worst.

Because of that punishment, Beau is surprised that Neil even decided to join them on this… corrective adventure. He should probably stay clear of all things Nanny.

But he’d been as pissed as Archer when he learned the truth of her illness – that it had been Wyatt’s fault she was cold and covered in mud all day.

Those two are the biggest idiots. They are so dumb, they don’t even know how caught up on the Nanny they are. But it’s obvious to literally anyone else with eyes and a pulse.

Beau follows his three brothers down to the garage, where they find Wyatt waxing Neil’s black sedan.

When Wyatt spots the lot of them, he jumps to his feet. “Is everything alright?”

He looks nervous, probably reading the serious mood of the brothers. Good.

Beau smirks a little. He should be scared.

Neil, ever the leader, steps forward first. “We’ve heard that you are the one who pushed Chloe into the puddle, and thereby caused her illness.”

Wyatt’s fear slowly ebbs into confusion. He looks between each of us. “…So?”

That’s the wrong thing to say. Archer pounces forward. He grabs Wyatt by the front of his shirt.

“What the fuck do you mean, so?” Archer growls, right in that poor bastard’s face.

Wyatt’s confusion switches to anger. Likely from the manhandling.

“What the fuck are you so upset about?” Wyatt snaps.

Bravery or foolishness? Beau thinks the later but withholds judgement for the moment.

Wyatt continues, just as mad, “Didn’t we agree to take down Chloe?”

Oh. Oh, shit.

Beau and Archer share a look.

Then Archer shoves Wyatt away. “That deal’s off.”

“What deal?” Steven says.

“We’ll tell you later,” Beau says. He doesn’t miss the sharp, disapproving glare sent his way by Neil.

“You can’t just call it off,” Wyatt says. He’s a bit whiny now. Beau really fucking hates whiners. “You dumb sons of a bitch. You fell for her, didn’t you? She got her hooks into you.”

“Ridiculous,” Beau says. He at least, has not fallen for the walking temptation in his house, unlike two of his lesser-willed brothers.

“We’re not like your father,” Archer says, voice ice cold. He apparently did not like that implication, either. Then he was oblivious to his own feelings. That was probably for the best, honestly. He had too much bad history with love to try to stir that pot again.

Neil speaks up next, “We might find Chloe physically attractive, but that’s all.”

Beau quietly watches his eldest brother. Does he know how much a liar he is? The man accidentally proposed to the Nanny, for Gods’ sake.

My brothers are such lovesick fools. They opened the doors of their heart, and the Nanny, like a thief, swooped in and stole them.

Such a thing would never happen to Beau. His heart was in a godsdamned vault, and it’d take more than some cute, lusty gasps to open that lock.

Love was not something that would ever happen to Beau. He was damned sure of it.

But that didn’t mean that Wyatt could get away with whatever the hell he wanted to. Chloe was under the brothers’ care, and he nearly killed her.

Wyatt looks at Beau like he’s the one who will save him.

Beau rolls his eyes. “Wax my cars too. But don’t put your grubby paws anywhere near my motorcycle.”

“Mine too,” Steven adds. “Wax them.”

“It’s not enough,” Archer says. “When you are done, run three-hundred laps around the Pyramid.”

“Then come and see us,” Neil says. “And we’ll find something else for you to do.”

Wyatt swallowed hard. “You’re trying to kill me with all that.”

“Not yet,” Archer said. “But push it, and we’ll see if we can change that.”