“I'm goin' to come inside of you, baby. Shoot my seed straight up into your womb.” I groan as Beck's hand grabs my ass and pulls me closer. He nips my lip and breathes his beautiful Southern drawl against my mouth. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you end up with twins.”
“Do it,” I whimper at him, melting again, turning into a boneless puddle of flesh and pleasure. Beck is like a drug, and I'm thoroughly addicted. “Do it. Do it now.” He grunts again, a deep animalistic sound of pure male pleasure tearing from his throat. I let my eyes flutter closed and give into the addiction.
Tease
Chapter 24
I'm sitting at the bar, real late, drinking a beer with Austin, Gaine, and Kimmi. Mireya's at the pool with Christy and Amy, but not because anyone told her, too. She went willingly. This is a big fucking step for that woman. I don't think in all the time I've known her that she's ever had a single female friend.
“Hey Austin,” I ask nonchalantly, spinning my bottle in a circle on the bar top. “What would you do if you got Amy pregnant?”
“The fuck?” Austin says, getting way too friggin' excited for his own good. I give him a look and a raised brow. “Why on God's green earth would you ask me that?”
“Real question here is, what are you so afraid of?” Gaine asks him, steerin' the conversation in a completely different direction than I'd intended. I try not to groan, and sit back with my drink, exchanging a look with Kimmi.
“I ain't afraid of shit,” Austin says, sitting back down and glaring at me like this is all my friggin' fault. He pauses and his nostrils flare. “Not a damn thing.”
“Not even the idea of settling down into a clubhouse?” Kimmi prods, leaning forward and putting her elbow on the bar. “Because as soon as I came back to you with a perfectly affordable and available option, you flipped out.”
“You mean, I told you to get lost because my pants were halfway down my hips and I was this close to bangin' Miss Amy. Next time you knock on my door and tell me it's an emergency, there better damn well be one.” Kimmi grins, but she doesn't apologize. Meanwhile, I'm fuckin' sitting here thinking about Tease and trying to decide what I should do, if I should just come right out and say it to her face. I want you to stay. I down the last of my beer and set the bottle on the counter, running my hands down my face. This is gettin' complicated up in here. The more I think about sending her back to Seventy-seven Brothers and imagine her becoming somebody's ol' lady, the more I flip the fuck out. And now I find out she ain't on birth control? Shoot.
“I'm goin' upstairs. If you need me, I'll be balls deep in a sexy little redhead.” I salute my friends and move away from the bar before I can see them exchanging glances. I know what they think. They think Beck Evans has lost his damn mind. I'm almost inclined to agree with them.
I head up to our room and open the door to find Tease sitting up in bed, hands around her knees. The digital clock on the nightstand says it's later than a whore's bedtime. We got a day left. One day. I feel sick to my damn stomach.
She turns to me with a smile and adjusts herself, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. We been fuckin' like rabbits the last few days, but I don't think she's comfortable actually sleeping with me. I wonder if that would change if I just spoke the words aloud, told her the crazy ass thoughts in my head. I don't want her to go – for her sake as well as mine. She loves her club. That much is obvious. But she doesn't like it there, doesn't fit in. It's weird, but somehow, I feel she fits with me.
“I was watching some old western movies,” she says, gesturing at the black and white screen. “Blood on the Moon is almost over. They're about to start a Lonesome Dove marathon.” I grin.
“A woman after my own heart. You're telling me you really like to watch these damn things?”
“Who doesn't?” she asks, giving me a wink. It ain't often I'm on the receiving end, and I like it. Turns me on. Not that that's surprising. Nobody ever needs to ask Beck Evans if there's a damn banana in his pocket; he's always happy to see 'em. Tease turns back to the screen and sighs, letting her breath out in a slow, controlled motion. I move closer to the bed and pause, looking down at her bare shoulders, the perfect smoothness of her skin. “I'm sorry about earlier,” she says, and it takes me a second to figure out what she's talking about. “I shouldn't have brought up the pregnancy thing. I'm not trying to scare you or pressure you into anything. I'm going home on Monday no matter what. There's nothing to worry about.”
I sit down hard on the edge of the bed and grab the remote from her, turning off the TV and trying to figure out what to say. I ain't all that good with words.