Page 11 of Beckett the Bad Boy (Suitor’s Crossing: The Caldwells #4)

BECKETT

I shouldn't be here.

I promised to let Beth rest after working so hard today, yet when I got on my motorcycle for a relaxing cruise, I ended up here on her doorstep.

The firehouse is lit up on the other side of the street, and I pray none of the guys see me. They'd give me so much shit if they discovered I'd broken all of my rules for one woman.

Appearing at her house for what could easily be construed as a booty call because I'm so far gone.

“Jesus…” I scrub a hand down my face, not totally recognizing myself at this point, then knock on Beth's door.

If she doesn't answer within five minutes, I leave , I reason.

No need to wake her up if she's already asleep.

Which is a good bet, since there's not a light to be seen through her window curtains.

“You dumb, obsessive…” I turn on my heel, ready to call it a night on this spectacular failure, when the sound of a lock clicks, and the door creeps open.

“Beckett? Is everything alright?”

Beth stands in the doorway outlined by a ray of light coming from the hall behind her. A matching set of burgundy pajamas molds to her curves, and for a moment, I can't speak.

My mind goes completely fucking empty.

“Beckett?” Wariness enters her voice.

It's that note of worry that finally snaps me out of my stupor.

“I know I said I'd let you rest tonight.” A frisson of shame settles in my chest, and instinctively, my hand moves to rub it away. “But I had fun with you today, and I decided to go for a ride, and I just wound up here.”

Holy fucking shit!

Now, I'm morphing into an anxious mess.

Hopefully, she finds it as endearing on me as I find it on her.

“Oh… Do you want to come in?” Beth steps back and motions me inside.

“Yeah, in is good. In is great,” I babble nonsensically.

What suspiciously looks like an amused smile tugs at the edges of Beth's mouth.

“Do you want a drink or…?”

“I didn't wake you, did I?”

She bites her lip as a scarlet flush blooms on her cheeks and chest.

Aww, hell, I definitely woke her up.

“No, I wasn't sleeping. I…” Her head turns toward a bedroom where the corner of a bed and dresser are in view.

She fidgets on one foot then the other before seeming to arrive at some internal decision, because when she faces me again, a mischievous resolve has erased her hesitancy.

“Why don't you come see for yourself?”

Confused but willing to follow her lead, I trail her steps into the bedroom, the air drenched in her familiar rose scent.

Beth slowly climbs onto the bed and lays back with her head propped against a pillow. The scene would be innocent except for the provocative way her legs fall open to reveal a dark wet spot at the seam of her sleep shorts.

“What were you doing, naughty girl?” My eyes snag on the purple vibrator on her nightstand, and pieces start falling into place.

My girl wasn't tired.

She was horny.

And I'm the genius— i.e. lucky bastard —who got here just in time to help her out.

My tongue clucks in admonishment as I strip down to nothing. Shirt, jeans, boots? I don’t need them to take care of my girl.

“Beth, were you gonna play with that sweet pussy all by yourself? You should have called me.”

“I thought about it,” she rasps, watching my every move.

Grabbing the toy, my thumb flips the switch to turn it on, then I press a separate button to cycle through its vibration modes. I choose a gentler setting to start then glance at my girl, who's practically panting with excitement.

“On your knees, baby. Hands on the headboard,” I command.

Beth licks her lips then complies, her round ass jiggling under the flimsy material of her shorts.

Once she's in position, I climb behind her until the back of her thighs rest on the top of mine and her ass is cradling my hard cock.

“Hmm… This won't do,” I tsk before working her shorts lower so they rest beneath her peachy cheeks, giving me access to what I want while still trapping her legs together.

Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, “That's better, isn't it?”

“Y-Yeah…!” Her stuttering affirmation ends in a yelp when I nestle the vibrator between her slick folds. The toy easily glides from her dripping cunt to her clit, and it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen or heard.

“Fuck, baby, do you hear how juicy this little pussy is? You thinking of me while you were soaking these sheets with all this cream?”

A jerky nod titters from her.

“I always think of you,” she admits, and I swear my heart stops in my chest at the confession.

“That's good, baby. I'm the only man you need. I'll satisfy this greedy little cunt. You don't ever have to worry about that.”

My hungry tongue laps at her neck before I suck hard enough to leave a mark.

A symbol of my promise and possession.

Soon, Beth cries out with the crash of her first climax of the evening, but it won't be the last.

Feral for more, I work my dick between her squishy thighs, loving the warm give of them, as the head of my cock kisses her wet entrance.

“It's gonna be a tight fit like this, baby. You ready?”

“Yes… Yes, Beckett. Give me more.”

I plunge forward with a harsh grunt and grit my teeth when her hot sheath constricts around me.

“Shit!” The vibrator wobbles in my hand, but I recover and shift it so her clit gets the brunt of the vibrating waves, while my cock fucks into Beth's pussy. “I'll give you more, baby. I'll give you everything.”

The declaration should scare the hell out of me, but I'm too focused on ruining Beth for any other man.

Too obsessed with the bounce of her generous curves and screams of pleasure as she comes again.

Too wrecked by this beautiful woman as my own orgasm erupts to do anything but thank god, she's mine .