And I only have one more day after this to share with him.
“Hurry Beck,” I whisper into his ear, scraping my teeth along his earlobe. “Do it. Fuck me.” He chuckles against my breast and kisses his way up to my mouth, capturing my lips with that soul gripping intensity, that fire, the slick brush of his tongue. Our mouths dance together as he adjusts himself down below and strokes his dick along the wetness. It's extra slippery with his saliva, making it really easy for him to find my sweet spot and slide in deep.
“Oh, Emilie,” he grunts as our pelvises make contact, naked bodies pressed tightly together. “Oh, baby.” Beck puts his elbows on either side of my head and looks down at me. “You feel so fucking good.” He moves inside my heat, rocking his body to my rhythm as I raise my hips to meet him, trying to make sure I get every inch, not caring if I'm being greedy or not. I lock my ankles behind his ass, pulling him tighter into me until his balls are being crushed against my cheeks. I put so much pressure on him that he stops thrusting and instead just rocks his hips into mine, clashing our bodies together at the spot where we meet. The movement rubs my clit in just the right way, drawing sweat from my forehead that drips down and soaks the pillow. My eyes go blurry again and I find myself coming, not once or twice but three fucking times. Layers of pleasure stack on top of one another, weighing me down, crushing the air from my lungs and drawing one last scream from my throat. Beck times his release with mine, grabbing my head between his hands and kissing my mouth so hard our teeth clash as he comes inside of me, marking me, claiming me, making me wish I never had to leave.
Tease
Chapter 21
After we finish fucking, I fall asleep again and wake up angry with myself for wasting time with Beck. Since when did time with this stranger become such a precious fucking commodity? When I open my eyes fully, I find him sitting on a chair and lacing up his boots.
“Good afternoon, Emilie Hathorne,” he says, standing up and moving over to the edge of the bed. I roll onto my back, keeping the sheet over my breasts to hide my nipples from him. They're rock hard and already ready for another round. Me, I'm not so sure I could take it again. The area between my thighs is sweetly sore. And sticky. Very, very sticky. Beck leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead that surprises the hell out of me. I did not expect that one. A hot fuck, sure. A sweet and gentle kiss? I shiver. “If you wouldn't mind getting dressed, I've got something I want to talk to you about.”
I sit up abruptly.
“What?” The word sounds harsher than I mean it to, but I can't help myself. No good conversation has ever started out with those words. “Did something happen to my family?” Beck pauses and then bites at his lip.
“You sure you don't want to get dressed first?” he asks, freaking me the fuck out. I shake my head and sit back against the headboard, heart pounding a million miles a minute.
“Please just tell me before I have a heart attack.” Beck sighs and rubs at his red hair, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.
“It isn't all sunshine and roses, Tease. But it's nothing you need to have a panic attack over.” Beck pauses. “I don't think.” I stare at him, refusing to draw my gaze away from his eyes until he tells me what this is about. I don't like mysteries. Beck watches me carefully and then sighs, nodding his chin and sitting up straight. “I want to be honest with you, Tease.” He pauses. “Emilie. I've got to tell you this before somebody else does.” I put my hand on my chest and close my eyes, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “We found the shooter.” Chills crawl up my spine, and my eyes snap open.
“Who?” I can't take the anticipation, cannot even fucking stand it. This has to solve things, doesn't it? I know I'm grasping at straws now. This has changed from a mission of morality and trying to protect my family, to somehow wishing and hoping and praying that our clubs will get along. That it'll be okay for Beck and I to speak with each other. See each other. Maybe.
I think my eighteen years are showing. Beck is interested, but he never implied even once that he'd want a relationship with me. I'm probably too young for him anyway. Or he's too old for me.
I put my hands over my face.
“It was a girl in our club, Emilie. A rat, a traitor, yes, but a Triple M'er.” My heart sinks to the floor. “Her name is Margot Tempe, and while I wish I could curb stomp her ass, my Pres won't let me. He wants to release her and then pass the information to your brother, let him do what he deems appropriate.” I swallow hard. What Darren deems appropriate probably wouldn't sit well with these people. There's a very good chance Margot won't live to see another birthday. “We want you to make the call, confirm the arrangements of the trade with him, and see what he says.”