Unforgivable - Part 2
Sequel to A Little Rowdy, because I just wasn’t done with those two! Planning for three parts (unless my muse goes crazy, it happens). Huge thanks to editsbymichele (IG) for the lovely Beau header - beautiful as always, my friend!! And thank you to @firefly-graphics for the divider!
Beau and Laney have settled into a comfortable relationship, things are smooth and easy - until Laney is threatened, and Beau strongly suspects she’s not the real target.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Laney Marcus
Word Count: 3012
Warnings: Smut (as usual), stalking, menacing behavior
Part 1
Laney watched as the tow truck hauled her car away, Beau’s arm around her shoulders as they stood, talking to Poppernak. “I know you probably think it’s overkill, but I just want to make damn sure nothing else was tampered with,” Beau said, giving her a squeeze, and she nodded.
“I know. I’ll feel better knowing it’s all checked out, thank you.” She had finally stopped shaking, but she was thoroughly spooked.
Beau pulled away, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking down into her eyes. “Listen – I want you to go home with Pops, stay there until I get back.” Before she could speak in protest, he moved to cradle her face with a gentle smile. “I won’t be gone long. But I want to talk to your ex.”
She frowned in confusion. “Garrett? Beau, he’s in prison.”
“Yep. And I want to make sure he isn’t directing this little show from there.”
Poppernak cleared his throat. “You think he could swing something like that, boss?”
Beau sighed, pulling Laney into a hug. “I don’t know, but I want to see him face-to-face and get a read. If it’s not him, then we start from square one and figure it out.” He bent to place a lingering kiss on Laney’s lips. “Pops, drop me off at the office, I need to grab a squad car – Pedro’s out of commission.”
A couple of hours later, Beau sat in an interrogation room in Montana State Prison. It was a longshot that Laney’s ex had anything to do with threatening her, but he wanted to check every possibility. The guard ushered the prisoner into the room, handcuffed him to the ring on the table, and turned to stand quietly in the corner.
Garrett glared at the sheriff, and Beau geared back in his chair, a smirk on his lips as he took in the man’s appearance. “Been makin’ friends, I see.”
Garrett was sporting a black eye and stitches on the right side of his face, along with several other bruises and scrapes. “Fuck you.”
“I’m just here for one question. Did you send someone on the outside after Laney?”
The man stared back at him stupidly. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Just answer the question.”
“How the fuck do you think I’d do that? I’ve been a little busy trying to watch my own ass in this hellhole, so no. I didn’t send anybody after anybody. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m done talking to you.”
Beau nodded. “Glad to hear it. If you did, I’d make sure your hell got much worse.” He stood as the guard came to let the prisoner loose from the table and turn him towards the door. “By the way – happy to see you’re getting a taste of your own medicine.” Garrett glared before turning to leave the room, guard at his back.
Beau stopped to speak to a couple of the guards on his way out, finally heading back out the gates, satisfied that his former prisoner had no involvement in whatever the hell was going on. His mind churned the whole drive home, a sick conviction in his gut that this wasn’t about Laney at all – somebody was targeting her to get to him.
Laney was in the kitchen talking to Poppernak’s mother when Beau got back to Helena, and Pop stepped outside to talk to him quietly before he came inside.
“So what did you find out?”
“It wasn’t him. I didn’t really think so, but I wanted to make sure. Talked to him, talked to the guards, they said he spends half his time in solitary and the other half getting patched up in the infirmary because he’s not smart enough to keep his mouth shut. He doesn’t have any friends in there, and he hasn’t had any visitors or called anybody.” Beau sighed, biting on the inside of his lip. “I’m afraid what’s going on isn’t about her. It’s about me. Somebody’s going after Laney to get to me, and I can’t let that happen, Pops. We need to figure this out.”
The big man nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right boss. And we will. And we just won’t leave her alone until we do.”
“Damn straight.” Beau clapped his deputy on the back, heading inside the house.
“Beau!” Laney walked into his arms, squeezing him tight before pulling back to look up at him. He put a hand to her face with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“It wasn’t Garrett, I’m sure of that. Wanted to look him in the eye to make sure. So we’re starting from square one, but I don’t want you to worry, honey. You’re gonna have somebody with you 24-7 until we get whoever’s doing this.”
Laney rode back to the office with Beau, and they picked up her car from the garage there. Beau spoke with the techs, verifying nothing had been tampered with, and they headed back to her place, both ready for a beer and a long, hot shower.
They showered together, but Laney was quiet, withdrawn, and Beau knew she was unsettled from the day’s events. He dried himself and went to the bedroom, pulling on a pair of black sleep pants, then headed to the kitchen to ready the coffee pot for the next morning. When he returned, Laney was still not there, so he walked into the bathroom, watching silently for a moment as she stood in front of the mirror, still wrapped in her damp towel, lost in thought.
At the warm touch of his hands on her shoulders, she moved her gaze to meet his in the mirror, a sorry attempt at a smile quirking at the corners of her mouth. “You okay?” he asked softly.
She leaned back into him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “Not really.”
He turned her to face him, bending to kiss her, sweet and gentle. “I’m so sorry, Laney. Whoever this is, they went after you to get to me. I wish I could erase what happened, but I promise you, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“What about you? You keep saying you’ll keep me safe, but what about you, Beau?” She looked at him with tears in her eyes, and he clenched his teeth against a wave of guilt. Because of something he had done, someone he had pissed off – he didn’t know what, or who, but they were willing to terrorize a completely innocent person just to get to him. And she was worrying about him.
“I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ve got Pops and Jenny, my whole team to help me figure it out. We’ll be okay.” He kissed her again, and she reached up to cling to his neck, Beau’s hands splayed over her back to hold her tight. The way her lips moved on his, the tip of her tongue teasing at the seam sent a flash of heat through him, his cock twitching and swelling as their kiss deepened. He lifted his head, his lips parted as he inhaled, staring down into her eyes. “I don’t know how you do that.”
“Do what?” she asked innocently, and he shook his head slightly, a smirk teasing at his mouth.
“Make me want to protect you like some precious thing and at the same time want to make you scream my name.”
She smiled, genuinely this time. “Can’t you do both?” she teased, her eyes sparkling as she loosened her towel, letting it drop to the floor.
“Oh, hell, yeah…” He scooped her up in his arms, moving quickly to the bedroom and laying her down, immediately covering her with his body, his lips on her throat and moving quickly downward to her breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. He teased and nibbled at them briefly, moving down with a low chuckle at her whine. “Patience, darlin’.”
“Don’t be mean,” she pouted, and Beau flashed a sexy grin as he continued kissing his way down her body. He finally settled himself down between her legs, dragging his thumbs up the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.
“So damn pretty,” he crooned, leaning in close to give a little flick of his tongue to her clit before burrowing into her folds with his lips and tongue, forcing a startled little cry from her lips.
“Beau, oh, my god…”
He peeked up at her again with a smirk. “You can do better than that,” he teased, and then went back to work, determined to make her forget everything but the two of them. Before long she was grasping his hair, writhing underneath him as he held her in place with one arm, his other hand a blur as he fucked her with his fingers, sucking her clit as he worked it with his tongue.
Everything inside her broke loose and she wailed his name, her hand wound so tight in his hair that it ached, and he almost lost control along with her at the desperation in her voice as she begged. “Please, oh god, PLEAAASE… Beau!!” He backed off slowly, easing her down until she went limp, whimpering softly as he grabbed the corner of the sheet and scrubbed it over his face, then moved up to drop gentle kisses to her face and lips.
“You alright, sweet girl?” he murmured as he nuzzled at her neck, lacing the fingers of one hand through hers.
She finally let her eyes drift open, looking up at him with a dreamy smile. “You, sir, are a menace.”
He chuckled, bending down to kiss her softly, teasing at her tongue with the tip of his. She sighed, wrapping her arms around him and dragging her nails whisper-soft down the smooth skin of his back, making him moan.
“That’s your fault. I mean, hell, I walk around at work half-hard all day long.” Her hands reached the firm globes of his ass and squeezed, and he moaned again as the head of his cock barely breached her entrance, still slick and hot from her climax. He pushed ahead, his breath catching in his chest at the feel of her, pulsing and squeezing him tight, and she slid her silken legs up to cling to his hips, straining to pull him deeper.
“Fuck me, Beau,” she whispered, nipping gently at his lower lip, barely able to breathe at the heat in his gaze. He let out a desperate groan, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss and driving deep inside her, smothering the sounds forced from her with each stroke until they had to break apart, gasping for air.
He kissed her neck, moving down to brush his face over the curve of her breast before latching on to suck a mark into the soft flesh. He looked up into her eyes, the green of his own dark, pupils blown. “You want me nice and deep?” Laney whined softly as he held himself still, resisting her coaxing him to move, and she nodded before tossing her head back into the pillow. “Turn over for me, darlin’.”
He pulled himself free and raised up to his knees, helping her roll to her stomach, his hands smoothing over her hips and helping her raise them until she was on her knees, her head still resting on the pillow. She grabbed fistfuls of the bedding as Beau slid slowly back inside her, rocking back and forth gently for a moment, hands caressing over her smooth skin. Then he pulled back, hesitating for a second before plunging back in to the limit as Laney cried out, her voice muffled in the pillow. He gripped her hips and kept his promise, fucking into her hard and deep, their bodies slapping together in a furious rhythm until she was begging incoherently. Beau clenched his jaw and reached down to strum at her clit, and she shouted into the pillow, almost sobbing as she came, clutching wildly at the sheets.
Beau drove himself on, teeth bared, balls drawn up tight as he finally exploded with a growl, his head spinning with the force of his climax. He fell forward, catching himself on his arms, his heaving chest against her back as she whimpered weakly beneath him.
Laney closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before fielding yet another phone call. The office was hopping the last few days with the annual Oktoberfest and rodeo on the upcoming weekend, and as the week wore on it got crazier. The event was held at the county fairgrounds, so it fell on the County Sheriff’s department instead of the city police, and they were swamped with vendors and participants coming in for permits, asking for information, and settling disputes over anything and everything. When the festival actually began on Thursday, the town would be full to overflowing with people attending, which usually involved a lot of drunks, bar fights and cowboy wannabes getting themselves injured.
She had only seen Beau in flashes, except for when he finally made it back to her place at night, usually late. He had gently laid down the law about her having someone with her at all times if she was out and about, even though they had seen nothing more of their stalker. He was okay with her at the office, where she was surrounded by cops, but made her promise not to leave without Pops or Jenny or someone with her. Her spirit of independence was rebelling, but she knew he was right, and that he just had her safety in mind, so she complied without complaint. Hopefully whoever it was had been discouraged at the organized chaos currently going on in town, but she had that ominous feeling that the other shoe would drop sooner or later.
She finished up her call, looking up at the sound of Beau’s voice near the front desk, where he was dealing with two feuding vendors. She smiled to herself at the way he just seemed to charm them, calming the situation and sending them on their way. He turned, his eyes landing on her, and he spoke to the desk officer before walking her way. “Hey, Laney – how’s your day going?”
“Not as crazy as yours.” She smiled up at him as he perched on the corner of her desk. “You look exhausted, Beau.”
“Nah, I’m good. Gotta be. Got a few more days of this insanity before it’s over, so…” He looked into her eyes with that searching-your-soul gaze that always made her breath hitch in her chest. “Are you doing okay, really? I hate leaving you alone so much after…”
“Beau, I’m fine, really. You’re just doing your job, and I’m a big girl, don’t waste time worrying about me.”
“Nothing to do with you is a waste of my time, darlin’.” His lips quirked in a wistful little smile. “I’d love to kiss you right now.”
“I’d love for you to kiss me right now.” She bit her lip, and he groaned softly.
His tongue darted out to sweep over his lips, and he stood reluctantly. “I’d better get back to work before I do something that’ll get me fired. See you later.” Laney sent him off with a gentle smile, reaching for her ringing phone as he headed into his office.
Cassie and Denise picked her up for lunch, and Denise’s gushing over some of the recently arrived cowboys was a welcome distraction for a while. When she got back to work, Beau was out, and Laney settled back in at her desk to more calls and forms to file.
Beau came in later on, Pops on his heels, and they both headed for his office. A couple of minutes later, Beau charged out of his door, his expression thunderous, his voice loud as he approached the front desk. “Who brought this in?” He waved a manila envelope in the air, waiting impatiently for someone to answer. “Madge?”
Madge glared back at him over the top of her glasses, then barked out, “Aaron!” The desk officer excused himself from the person he was helping and approached the two of them.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Who dropped this envelope off for the sheriff?” Her usual humorless stare was aimed at the young officer, who stammered a little as he answered, aiming his words to Beau.
“Well, sir – I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I was busy with several people, and by the time I noticed it laying on the counter, whoever dropped it off was long gone.”
Beau’s jaw was clenched, but he nodded curtly. “Okay, thank you. I get it, it’s been crazy in here. Better get back to…” he gestured with a head nod towards the man waiting at the counter.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Beau turned, walking back towards his office, tossing his words over his shoulder. “And stop calling me ‘sir’!”
Laney rose from her desk and walked to Beau’s office, glancing at Poppernak as she walked through the door. His face was grim, and she turned to face Beau, who was standing with his hands braced on his desk, his jaw working. “Beau, what is it?”
He shot a glance Pop’s way before standing up straight. “Shut the door, Laney.”
She nodded, then came to his side, and he turned to put his arms around her, hugging her tight for a moment. When he finally let her go, she looked up at him with a worried frown. “Tell me.”
He tilted his head towards his desk, and she pulled free from his grasp to turn and look. The envelope was on top, addressed simply to ‘Sheriff Beau Arlen – Confidential.’ She moved it, her heart beginning to pound in her chest as she stared down at the array of photographs, pictures of her and Beau during their movie night, obviously shot with a long-range lens. With the photos was another handwritten note in large, red letters – ‘YOU CAN’T PROTECT HER.’
Part 3
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