Page 79 of The Outpost (Jamison Valley 4)
“At least that life is of my own making!” I yelled at his back.
Beau didn’t respond other than to slam his truck door shut and gun the engine when it roared to life. Tires spun and dirt flew as he drove away at reckless speed.
“Don’t drive crazy! You’ll hit a tree!” I shouted, not that he could hear me.
No sooner had his taillights disappeared than I saw them coming back, full speed in reverse. Beau left the truck running and his door open as he strode my way. “I need my bag.”
I marched inside first, grabbing his backpack from the floor and throwing it at him. He caught it and slung it over his shoulder, not sparing me another second before turning around.
He might have been done with our fight but I wasn’t. I didn’t even know why we were fighting, but since I didn’t have the luxury of running away, I kept shouting before he could disappear again, “If you wanted me to go into witness protection so badly, what was all that about with Henry today? Why didn’t you just let him take me?”
His feet ground to a halt on the wooden floor. “What?”
“If you think my current life is ‘complete shit,’ then why didn’t you just let me leave today? Henry would have erased that life you deem so bad and I’d have an entirely new existence.”
Beau turned around, the hard scowl on his face replaced with confusion. “What are you talking about?”
I threw my hands in the air. “What are you talking about? You asked me how I was feeling and I told you I was sad that I couldn’t go home. Then you got angry because I don’t want to give up my entire life, my family and my friends just to start over as a figment of the FBI’s imagination. Even if my life is crap, Beau, it’s better than witness protection. But if you think otherwise, why didn’t you send me with Henry?”
His bag slid off his shoulder and both hands came up to rub his face as he sighed, “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
Okay, now I was confused. “Sorry for what?”
“I didn’t know you were talking about witness protection.”
“You didn’t?” I replayed our argument. If he didn’t think I was talking about witness protection, then why had he gotten so angry? “You need to keep explaining.”
He sighed and waved me over. “You need to come over here.”
I frowned and shook my head. “You come here.”
“Meet in the middle?”
I took one step and waited for him to do the same. One foot at a time, we only stopped when my bare toes were up against his tennis shoes.
“Why do you always do that?” I whispered when his hand lifted and pulled away the lock of hair I’d been twirling.
“Because you have nothing to be worried about.”
Beau knew me well. I wished I had a better handle on him so maybe I wouldn’t have to ask so many questions. “Why did you get mad?”
“Let’s just say, I was upset that you didn’t have an open mind.”
“Huh?”
“No more questions.” He smiled and bent down to press a kiss to my forehead. Then another to my nose. Then another on my lips. “Don’t move.”
I wanted to ask more questions but he vanished from my space and jogged outside, turning off his truck and shutting the door. Then he was back, this time rushing into my space and slamming his lips onto mine. I opened immediately, letting him take control and explore my mouth with that magical tongue.
Ki
sses now. Questions later.
His fingers roamed feverishly, running up my spine and through my hair, then working down my front, squeezing my breasts roughly through my tank top and bra. He may have been dominating our kiss but my hands were probing as frantically as his were.
I pressed hard into his back but my fingers were no match for the defined, toned muscles that ran from his shoulders to his hips. My palms skimmed lower, sliding under the waistband of his jeans. When my hands were molded perfectly to his sculpted ass, I gave him one tight squeeze, pulling his hips further into my space so I could feel his growing erection against my belly.
He groaned into my mouth, the vibration sending a whole new wave of heat to my center. Needing more, I slipped my hands out of his jeans and brought them between us, working the button on Beau’s jeans and carefully undoing the zipper.
