“I’m coming!” He sounded surprised and so vulnerable. That made her even more determined to please him as she sucked him until he arched his back and his cum bathed her throat in hot spurts. She swallowed every drop as he thrust into her mouth until he finally stilled on the bed.
She could hear a slight tremor in his voice as he whispered, “Holy fuck.”
When she was done licking him clean, she knelt up between his thighs and wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled down at him, well satisfied.
Patrick stared up at her and a grin crossed his lips. “She looks just like the cat that got into the cream, doesn’t she, Beck?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s almost as much fun to watch her as it is to fuck her.”
Lucy burst into giggles and snuggled in between them. “Beck O’Malley, you are a profane man, you know that?”
Beck pulled her back against him, settling her tingling ass against his semierect cock. “I have other redeeming qualities though, don’t I?”
Patrick turned off the lamps and then snuggled to her front and drew her thigh over his so he could rest his hand on her butt cheek. She squeezed the forearm Beck had wrapped around her. “Many redeeming qualities, Beck. Thank you both for taking care of me.”
Something in her tone must’ve alerted Beck because he asked, “You okay?”
Lucy nodded in the darkness and Patrick said, “She’s worried we may get jealous. I think she has it in her mind that she’ll have to keep everything even between us or we’ll be unhappy.”
Lucy frowned, wishing Patrick had just kept that thought to himself.
Beck kissed her shoulder and said, “I think you think that you’ll have to work hard at taking care of us. It’s the other way around. You’re ours. We take care of you.”
He sounded awfully sure of himself but she wondered if he’d still feel that way when the new and shiny wore off. Her worries must’ve crept into her dreams because she was shaken awake an unknown time later, drenched in sweat and screaming.
Chapter Twelve
“Lucy, I’ll be right back. I’ve got to go check on PJ.”
Lucy nodded, still trembling, as Patrick threw on his shirt and jeans to go down the hall to check his son. She’d feel even worse about scaring the hell out of them if she’d awakened and scared PJ with all her screaming.
She sat up against Beck, the sheet clutched to her chest in a death grip with his arms around her. She was sweaty and shaky. He probably thought she was a big, gross baby. An image from the nightmare suddenly flashed in her mind and she jumped in fright. Her heart gave a painful lurch and she wondered if she’d ever stop having that dream.
Patrick returned a moment later and closed the door behind him. “I swear that boy could sleep through a war.” The concern in his eyes was honest as he shed his clothes and climbed into bed. “Tell us about it.”
Lucy shook her head. “It was just a dream. I don’t want to give it any more time in my head. I’m sorry about screaming in your ear, Patrick.”
Patrick caressed her cheek in the dark room and she could just make out the tenderness in his expression. “We’re pretty tough, Lucy. If you talk about it you might have an easier time falling asleep.”
“He’s right, sweetness. Tell us.”
She’d been determined to keep it to herself but something about his tone asked for her trust. “In the dream, I’m back with Chuck, hiking the Window Trail in the Chisos Mountains. We arrived at the Window and when I asked him to hold on to my hand so I could look over the edge, he agreed. I was scared to death but also elated. I held on tight and just as I was looking over, he said, ‘Just so you know, if you lose your balance, I’m letting go. I’m not risking you pulling me over the edge, too.’”
Beck’s arms tightened around her and his whole body vibrated with tension. Patrick lifted her hands from her knees, which were scrunched up to her chest, and held them gently. “What happened?”
“I looked back at him because I was shocked and I lost my balance and he—” A sob erupted from her. “He let go.” A wave of cold tingles traveled up her spine and she shivered.
“He let you fall?” Patrick asked, sounding outraged. He pressed kisses to both of her hands and then whispered, “We won’t let you fall.”
Beck caressed her cheek with his palm and she rubbed against him, comforted by his heat and gentleness. “Did Chuck tell you that in reality?” Her hesitation was his answer. “He did, didn’t he? When he was giving you shit about his mom hiring you a trainer, right?”