Page 12 of Beck & Coll

“Okay.” She agreed with a smile before dipping into the restroom.

While she used the facilities, I went into the kitchen. After washing my hands, I plated our food and placed it on the dining table. Then I poured us each a glass of sweet tea and set a carafe of iced water and water glasses on the table. She joined me just as I was lighting the lone taper candle.

“Okay, Beck. Come through,” she teased, her hand going into her hair to push some behind her ear. “Seems like you’re trying to set the mood.”

I looked at her across the table, our eyes meeting. “I’m trying to do something, Collins. I wanna get to know you. Have a seat. Let’s eat… and talk.”

She looked down at her plate. It had the same food as mine—a porterhouse steak, lobster macaroni and cheese, and roasted broccolini tossed in a butter sauce. She waved her hand over her plate and toward her nose.

“Oh my goodness, this smells so good.” She reached across the table for my hands. “Do you mind if we say grace?”

“Nah. Not at all.”

“Dear Lord, thank you for this food that we’re about to receive. May you bless the hands that prepared it, and bless it for the nourishment of our bodies. Amen.”

“Amen.”

We both dug in and let out identical hums of appreciation.

“Ugh! This is so good.” She groaned.

“It is,” I agreed, savoring the deep flavor of the steak. “Tell me, Collins. When is your last day here in Jackson Falls?”

“I was supposed to check out on Tuesday, but there weren’t any nonstop flights to Chicago on Tuesday, so your mom accommodated that. I leave early Wednesday morning.”

“When you booked your trip, did you know you were leaving right before the Jackson Falls Fall Festival starts?”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“It kicks off next Friday night. You should consider extending your stay.”

Her expression was thoughtful. “I should. I’ve never been to a ‘fall festival.’ That gives very… Hallmark Channel movie. What kinda stuff do y’all do at this ‘fall festival?’ I’m seeing pumpkin carving contests, a corn maze, scarecrow stuffing...”

I cracked up. “You’re not far off.” My chuckles subsided.

“There are definitely cook offs, pumpkin carving, and corn mazes. They have live music, hayrides, and a parade. The locals love it, and we always get a gang of tourists. It’s a big boost for the local economy.

The kickoff is next Friday. They’re having Londynville Steele open up the festivities this year. ”

“Stop talking!” She practically shrieked. “My mama loves Londynville Steele . They mix R & B soul with a little bit of country. Man, if I had known, I definitely would’ve gotten her a ticket.”

“This isn’t Chicago, lil’ mama. She won’t need a ticket.

We set up a stage in the middle of the square on Second Street, and the band plays.

It’s standing room only. Most people won’t even watch the whole show.

We walk around and grab stuff from the food trucks or whatever while they play. It’s a… casual vibe situation.”

She seemed to mull it over. “Yeah. I’m about to reach out to the lodge and see if I can extend my stay.”

She nodded her head decisively. “I came here to experience new things, and I’ve never experienced a real life, small town Fall Festival.

Plus, I’mma fly my mama in for the weekend, and then we’ll leave together on Monday morning—” She had already put her fork down and taken out her phone.

She was typing away when she looked up at me. “How long does the festival last?”

“Officially, Friday through Sunday, but there will be something fall related happening in the square every weekend up until Thanksgiving.”

“I just sent my mom a text, telling her that I’m getting her a plane ticket to come here this weekend to see Londynville Steele in person.” She giggled. “She’s crashing out.”

“Speaking of seeing musical acts in person, do you plan on seeing Allura perform tomorrow night?”

Her eyes lit up. “I love Allura. She’s my favorite artist. I had no idea she would be here, and the tickets were sold out by the time I even booked my cottage. My plan is to stand outside the auditorium and lip sync to the songs.”

I laughed aloud. “My family has a private box in the auditorium. You wanna be my date?”

When I picked Collins up for the concert the following night, I involuntarily took a step back as my tongue came out of my mouth and traced the contour of my lips.

“Dayum!” I said appreciatively. “Look at you.”

Per the usual, she swiped a few strands of hair behind her ear before giving me her eyes. “Hey.”

“You look… beautiful and sexy and shit… I don’t know… dope!”

“Thank you.” She blushed wildly.

But how could she expect not to get complimented when she came out of the cottage wearing what was essentially a cardigan as a dress?

The button-up sweater was a cream color with what looked like oversized denim pockets at her hips.

She had paired the dress with denim looking peep-toe boots that went to the middle of her thighs.

“Dayum,” I repeated because she looked so damn good. She had me wanting to skip the concert and take her into the cottage. I wanted to know what the hell was under that cardigan. The way her titties were sitting, it was obvious that she didn’t have on a bra.

“I don’t usually dress like this… I’m usually super conservative. But since I have a date, and we’re only going to the lobby, I decided to take a risk.”

“Shit, this risk paid off. You look…” I shook my head as I let my words trail off.

“Your mom won’t be in the box with us, will she? I really don’t want her to see me dressed this way.”

I chuckled lightly. “You’re cool. You ready?”

She took my offered hand. All I could do was watch her walk.

Allura took the stage less than thirty minutes after we settled into the box.

My parents weren’t there, but my brothers and their respective dates and friends were.

Almost all of the women complimented Collins on her fashion, which made me smile.

I could tell she was a bit self-conscious, but she eased into being more comfortable with the compliments.

We didn’t stay in our seats once Allura began to croon one of her biggest hits, “Stolen Chances.” I positioned myself behind Collins, unable to stop myself from leaning my body into hers.

She felt perfect in my arms, like that was exactly where she belonged.

She wound her hips to the beat and didn’t seem to care that her ass repeatedly grazed my dick.

I kissed her on the neck, inhaling the fragrance she’d clearly dabbed behind her ears.

Allura serenaded us about the pleasures of male and female entanglements.

I wrapped my arms around Collins, pulling her even closer.

She sang the lyrics, throwing her arms into the air, and moving sensually.

I personally loved to see it. She turned around, looking up at me with longing in her eyes.

I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her.

Allura’s moodiness was a whole vibe that had me wanting to lock Collins down and make sure that every concert she ever attended was with me.

We bobbed in time to the beat of the music—her back pressed against me and my arms around her, holding her close as hell.

I felt so content. When Allura announced her final song of the night, I was kind of disappointed but cool at the same time.

I was ready to get out of there, take Collins back to the cottage, and fuck on her a little bit.

“Oh my gosh! That concert was so good.” She gushed as we exited the auditorium with the crowd.

I chuckled. “Surprisingly good.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been into Allura, but she gives a good show.” I intertwined our fingers. “You hungry?”

“A little. But I’m more ready to go back to the cottage.”

I started us off in the missionary position, so I could look her in the face. She was so damn pretty.

“Fuck, Coll. You feel so fucking good.” I fought to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape from my lips.

Sliding into Collins unexpectedly took my brain to dangerous places, like how I would have to murder somebody if I thought she was giving them what should only belong to me.

Her pussy was the promised land. It was wet, tight, gushy, and hotter than hell. The second I was fully encased, it became my favorite place on earth. The shit wasn’t normal, but I wasn’t trying to think about all that. I wanted to concentrate on how it felt.

I bucked my hips into her, sinking further into nirvana. She raised her shoulders from the bed, her mouth open, waiting with an unspoken request. I gave her my tongue, and she sucked it while I plunged into her over and over.

Burying my hands in her soft green hair, I pulled roughly. Driving into her caused her to break the kiss and moan out my name like it was her own personal affirmation.

I slid my hands under her ass, opening her wider, falling even deeper into her and pulverizing a different spot inside her.

She panted, her breathing erratic and her wails growing louder.

I knew she was close. Her body was producing an abundance of creamy, sticky wetness.

She was drowning me in her shit, and she hadn’t even cum yet.

“I can't get enough of this pussy,” I told her.

She placed her right hand at my mouth. I accepted her fingers, sucking them as I slammed into her with no mercy.

Her whines and whimpers were like music to my ears.

They made me want to tie a ribbon around the world, hand it to her, and tell her it was hers.

I pulled my strokes from floorboards, while she dug the fingernails of the hand that wasn’t in my mouth into my shoulder blade.

“Beckham!”

I could tell by the fact that my dick felt submerged in a tight, warm bath that she was cumming.

“Beckham!”

She sounded so good that it caused my dick to grow harder than it already was.

“You feel so fucking good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust into her middle.

Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure.

My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time.

The feeling of claiming her… making her mine was heady as hell.

Her body shuddered underneath mine, and even I trembled from the pleasure.

The bed creaked with every pump, threatening to either break or at least give us away as we descended further into fulfillment.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

I pounded her out for a few additional minutes before I spurted loads of hot nut into the condom and practically collapsed next to her.

Once I caught my breath, I gathered Collins in my arms and held her close to me. I didn’t even get how I was supposed to let her go back to Chicago in a week. But somehow, I was going to have to figure out how to do just that.