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“Yes, he does, and he knows what he needs.” And that’s all I say. It’s enough to get the point across. When Beau gets so angry he can’t control his own emotions, he needs me to put him in his place, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Emerson gives me one more uncomfortable expression before finally letting out a surrendering sigh and reaching for the doorknob. I feel his pain in that moment; letting Beau go isn’t something I could imagine doing. But it’s exactly what Emerson is forced to do. Sometimes letting go is a show of love, and it’s probably the hardest one.
“Emerson,” I say, stopping him before he disappears. As he turns to me, waiting to hear what I have to say, I give him a tight smile. “The night of the attack, he called you a good man. Your son thinks you’re a good man. I just thought you should know that.”
His expression softens and I almost spot a smile as he thanks me and turns to leave. I hope Emerson never truly learns about how that attack was meant to hurt him because that doesn’t matter. The attacker will never matter to him as much as what his son said about him. So I hope that little bit of information offers him some relief.
“Take care of him,” he adds after walking out my door. I suspect it’ll be the last thing we really say about this, or at least I hope it is.
“I will,” I reply.
Once he’s gone, I walk up the stairs to find Beau lying on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, almost as if he’s waiting for me. Without stopping, I walk up to the bed and stare at him as I reach under my knee-length skirt and slide down my simple black lace panties.
He’s watching with confusion as I climb on top of him, straddling his waist, and then shove my underwear in his mouth. To his credit, he doesn’t put up a fight, just lets me gag him as I put my face near his.
“You don’t get to talk anymore. Now, you listen. Nod if you understand.”
There’s a sense of anger laced in his expression as he furrows his brow and nods.
Then I take his jaw in my hands roughly as I stare down at him. “Salacious Players’ Club is just a fucking club. It’s the greatest fucking sex club in the country, sure, but it’sjust a club. I hope you never know the fear I felt that night, but I wish for one second, you could see things from my perspective. Your life and safety come first. Not just to me and not just to your dad, but to everyone who fucking loves you, and there are a lot of people.”
Then I lean forward, putting my forehead against his. “I love you for your bravery and conviction, Beau, but if it comes down to letting those assholes win, so we don’t lose you, then I’d let them win everyfuckingtime.”
I watch his throat move as he swallows, and the hard wrinkle in his forehead is gone.
“I’m going to take my underwear out of your mouth now, but you don’t get to speak for the rest of the day after that outburst downstairs, understand?”
With his blue eyes on me, he nods. After I pull my panties from his mouth, I toss them on the floor and kiss his soft lips with tenderness.
Then I rest my body alongside his, using his shoulder as a pillow when his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. We’re entangled in my bed when I feel the muscles in his body start to melt.
“Now, get better, so I can punish you for real,” I say as I close my eyes against him, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.
Rule #39: Bad boys don’t get what they want.
Maggie
Just as I press a piece of packing tape over the box, I feel a hand slide across my ass, making me jump with a yelp. As I spin on Beau, I give him a scowl. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
His head hangs back with a sigh. “I’ve been resting for days, and I’m going crazy. I can’tdoanything. I can’t stare at my tablet for too long. Can’t help you pack. Can’t drive. Can’t fuck. WhatcanI do?”
Turning to him, I stroke his cheek with my hand. He leans into my touch. “You can rest and heal. The doctor said two weeks, and it’s only been five days.”
“But I feel fine.” His hands wind around my waist, tugging me closer, and I’ll admit, the temptation is getting too strong to pass up. After we brought him home from the hospital, it’s been a whirlwind, and we’ve had almost no time alone. Emerson stationed himself in my box-filled living room for a whole day before I had to call Charlie and beg her to take him home. He and I have worked together for over a decade and never once butted heads. But it turns out when we’re watching over the same person, two dominant energies are a bit too much.
Beau’s mom has been coming and going, which has been…awkward, to say the least. It might be a saving grace since I think it was that awkwardness that made her leave early and show up rarely. I’ve met Marie before. It’s not like we don’t know each other, but suddenly, I’m the thirty-four-year-old woman currently dating her twenty-two-year-old son and things feel a little—or a lot—different.
Not to mention, this move is hanging in the air like a threat. We’ve swept it under the rug all week, but now I’m supposed to drive to Arizona in three days to see the club and meet with the sellers, and I have no idea if he’s still coming with me or not.
He presses his lips to my neck and kisses his way up to my ear, making my thoughts turn to mush in my head.
“Beau…” I say in warning, but it does nothing to stop him.
His hands grip my sides as he crushes his hips against me. “Come on. I’ll lie there and do nothing. I promise if you just come to bed with me and ride my dick, I’ll relax for the rest of the day without complaint.”
“You’re not listening to me.” I groan as his hand cups my breast through my shirt, giving my nipple a gentle pinch.
“I don’t even have to come. I’ll be so good.”
