Well, Beau was tired of being ignored.
“It’ll be here in the morning when we get back,” Beau told him, waiting for that instant when Ethan finally lost his temper. He knew it was coming. The guy had kept it bottled up all day.
Beau had forced himself to keep his mouth shut up to this point. When he got there, he wanted to drill Ethan about Blake’s appearance last night. He wanted to know what happened, when Blake left – if Blake left. But, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask.
“I said I’m good, Bennett,” Ethan bit out, pulling his head out from beneath the hood and standing tall. He spared a quick glance in Beau’s direction before slipping around to the side of the truck.
Having had enough, Beau followed close behind. Before Ethan could get the driver’s side door open, Beau put his hand up and stopped him.
“What the fu–”
He didn’t let Ethan get the words out before he was on him. Backing Ethan’s stiff back against the door, Beau sandwiched him, pressing the full length of his body against Ethan’s front. Slamming his mouth down on Ethan’s, he took what he’d longed for since the second he walked out of Ethan’s house the night before.
Surprisingly, Ethan didn’t push him away. Instead, his body seemed to relax beneath the onslaught, his hands sliding up to rest on Beau’s hips. The scent of grease and sweat and man mingled together, making Beau crazy with lust. He wanted Ethan. He wanted what they’d shared yesterday.
He wanted more.
Aware of the grease staining his fingers, he resisted the urge to cup Ethan’s face, but he couldn’t resist sliding his hand into his hair, dislodging his ball cap as he pulled him closer, holding him as he devoured him with lips, teeth, tongue.
By the time they were both panting, Beau figured some of Ethan’s resistance had died a quick, painless death. Not willing to risk Ethan running, Beau separated their mouths, but kept his fingers twined in the soft hair at the back of Ethan’s head.
“You need to lose the attitude,” Beau stated forcefully.
“Fuck you,” Ethan retorted, without the blast of enmity Beau figured he had meant to include.
“I can arrange that,” Beau taunted.
“Can you? You think I can handle it?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Beau was thoroughly confused.
“You sure I won’t break? You treat me like I’m someone you should cherish.”
Beau frowned, not expecting to see this side of Ethan. Was he mocking what they’d shared yesterday? “What are you saying?”
Ethan glared at him, his throat working as he swallowed several times.
“I don’t want gentle, Beau. I’m not that man.”
Beau got that. Ethan had made a point to prove it. But Beau could see past that aggressive need to be in control. He wouldn’t tell Ethan that though.
“There’s a time and place for everything,” Beau assured him. “You want me to slam you against this truck and fuck you until you scream my name? That what you want, E?”
“What if I said yes?” Ethan taunted.
Beau’s cock went stiff instantly. His body was perfectly in tune with the idea of turning Ethan around and impaling him. But was that what Ethan wanted? Shit, was that what Beau wanted for his first time?
“Can’t do it, can you?” Ethan snarled, trying to push him away.
Beau backed off, his own emotions at war inside of him. Did he want Ethan to push him away? No. Did he want to give in to this urge and potentially damage all that he’d worked to establish between them?
“No,” Beau said suddenly. “I can’t fucking do it. I’m not that guy, E.” It was nothing but the truth. Funny how admitting something so personal felt like he’d sliced open his chest and given Ethan direct access to his heart.
“Why? Because you think I’m a fucking pussy?”
Beau nearly stumbled from the shock of Ethan’s statement. “Where the hell would you come up with that idea?”
A storm cloud of emotions darkened Ethan’s eyes and Beau moved closer, desperately wanting to hear this. But, just as he expected, Ethan didn’t elaborate.
“Fucking forget it,” Ethan growled.
Beau cleared the distance between them in an instant, once again pushing Ethan up against the truck, his mouth hovering just a breath away from Ethan’s. “I don’t want to forget it. Why the hell would you think that?”
Again Ethan didn’t answer, and Beau knew if there was any hope at salvaging this, he was going to have to talk Ethan down. The man had a trigger-happy temper for whatever reason, but until Beau could get him to open up, he knew he had his work cut out for him.