Page 7 of Beau
“I can handle your brothers,” he replied confidently.
“No one’s handled them yet,” I muttered.
“Those men didn’t deserve you then.”
I opened my mouth to respond, then shut it.
The roar of the crowd from inside the arena broke through our quiet little bubble.
I gasped, realizing the time. “I gotta go compete. Shit, that little stunt set me back. I hope I’m not disqualified.”
He leaned down and grabbed his hat off the ground, dusted it off and set it atop his head as hestepped back. I missed his heat, the hard feel of him, but he took my hand again and that felt good. Right. “Come on, love. Let’s get you to the staging area.”
I dug my heels in and pointed in the opposite direction. “By my trailer. My horse is tethered there. You don’t have to go with me. I’m–”
“I’m gonna watch my woman compete,” he explained simply. “With Cammie and my momma.”
“You should go to them–”
The rest of my sentence was cut off when he spun me around so my hands slapped against the metal side of the trailer and his hand came down on my butt in a hard swat.
I gasped because he’d spanked me! I tried to pop up in utter indignation, a hand at my nape held me in place for one, no… two more!
“Beau! What the hell? People are around!”
“Your shouting’s gonna draw more attention than anything else, love.”
He gave me one more spank over my jeans, then spun me back around and pressed into me again. He was hard and thick against my belly. Spanking me had turned him on!
I swallowed, stunned by what he’d just done.He’d actually manhandled me and spanked me. I wasn’t sure if I should be appalled or aroused.
No man, not one, hadeverdone something like that.
“You paying attention now, love, or do you need a few more swats?”
I narrowed my eyes, but bit my lip. I wasn’t saying anything.
He huffed out a laugh as he studied me.
“There is no way on God’s green earth that I’m letting you out of my sight until you’re safe atop your horse inside the staging area with the entire arena full of people around you. If you keep arguing, you’re gonna compete with a redder and sorer ass than you’ve already got. I’ll pull those jeans and panties down and really go to town and anyone walking by will know you’re being mulish and sassy and need to be taken in hand.”
“Mulish and–”
He dipped his head down and gave me a look, one that said he’d do it, too.
I pursed my lips closed, although I wiggled a little. The spanking had morphed from a sharp sting to heat. Heat that spread to my pussy and clit.
Reaching down, he cupped my pussy right through my jeans. I gasped again, this time for acompletely different reason. His big hand pressed against me was… shit, a tease. I wanted my jeans to dissolve so his rough fingers would touch my needy pussy directly. I had a feeling I’d probably come if he did that.
“That’s what I thought. You like that idea. Need it, too, based on how wild you are. I knew you were perfect. Your family here with you?”
I could feel my cheeks flame because he’d picked up on something about me I didn’t even know existed. I did like the idea of him spanking me, of him pulling down my jeans and panties to mid-thigh and continuing. To turn my ass red. To make it hurt. My arousal would drip down my thighs and he’d know I liked it.
Know I needed it. What was wrong with me? Since when did I want a man to take control like that? I knew the answer. It was Beau who saw past all the toughness and brazenness that had me able to hold my own with all my brothers. The Wilder boys could hold their own. The only Wilder girl had to, as well.
Only Beau. Any other man and I’d knee him, too, in the balls.
I cleared my throat. I appreciated that hechanged the topic, that somehow those three spanks to my ass wiped my slate clean.
