Page 88 of Unexpected Shot
Beau’s breathing has picked up, long gone the easy-going guy who was just in the media room. I watch as his arm cocks back, but I’m quickly able to grab a hold of him.
“Don’t.” I move between them and look directly at Beau. “He’s not worth it.”
Beau doesn’t stop looking at Michael, but does back away.
“Oh, I see what this is. You two are fucking,” Michael snarls. “Gee, Shelby. You never beat my ass then sucked my dick. That would’ve been quite the girlfriend treatment.”
I’m about ready to swing on him, when Beau stops me. “If I can’t, neither can you, Belle.”
Michael just laughs at our interaction. “I should’ve known. Leave me. Go to Ashcroft. And now to this guy. Who knew Shelby LeBlanc got around so much?”
That does it. I don’t care if anyone is looking. He can’t say that shit and get away with it. Which is why I take the three steps I need to reach Michael, bring up my knee, and drive it right into his dick, making him collapse to the ground.
“About time I made you cry,” I say, leaning down. “You are a tiny man, Michael Stevens. A tiny man with a small dick who didn’t deserve my love and damn well doesn’t deserve a wife and a family. Though, I did hear she left you. Which is good. I’m glad. Because you don’t deserve nice things. You deserve to watch as your ex and your kids thrive without you. You deserve to watch me conquer the world you have to cover, knowing that I’m better off without you. But most of all? You don’t deserve tobe called a man. Because you aren’t. You’re a fucking cheater. And every bad thing that happens to you isn’t bad enough.”
I stand up, leaving Michael still on the ground, holding his four-inch-when-hard dick like I just cut off his arm. Adrenaline is still coursing through my veins when I feel Beau take my hand, dragging me away from the scene of the crime.
“What is it?”
“Just follow me.”
Beau doesn’t say anything else as he weaves around players, caddies, and eventually, other fans, as we head to the men’s locker room.
“Beau. What?—”
Beau slams the door shut, using the deadbolt to lock it behind him. I don’t even have a second to double check that we’re alone in here before Beau’s mouth is crashing to mine, kissing me harder than I’ve ever been kissed in my life.
“I know you like to say I play the hero, Belle, but watching you do that?” he says, kissing me anywhere he can find in between his words. “That was hot as fuck.”
Warmth runs through me that has nothing to do with his mouth sucking at my neck. “How hot?”
He presses me into the door, his hard dick saying everything it needs to. “Turn around and let me show you.”
“Wake up, Belle.”
I squirm in bed, needing a second to realize that, yet again, I’ve fallen asleep in Beau’s arms.
I really need to quit doing that.
“What time is it?” I mumble.
“Eight,” he says lazily, kissing my bare shoulder. “But I figured you wanted breakfast so you have plenty of time to get to the course and warm up.”
How dare Beau sweettalk me this early in the morning while I’m naked.
I stretch my deliciously sore body in bed, but when I open my eyes, I notice that Beau is just staring at me.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Clearly it’s something, because you’re staring at me like a creeper.”
“No creeper,” he says, leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Just taking it all in.”
What he doesn’t say is the unspoken conversation Beau and I have yet to have, but I hope he’s thinking as well—that this is the last time. This is a Vegas thing. When we get back to Nashville, things are going to go back to normal. I’m going to hate him. He’s going to dislike me. We’re going to call each other names, be annoying neighbors, and we’re absolutely not going to sleep with each other again.
“This has been an interesting weekend, hasn’t it?”
