Page 100 of Suddenly Beck

‘Gone?’ I pull back and frown. ‘Where?’

‘Back to London,’ he replies. ‘Reed called me and asked me to let you know. Pia says she’ll call you as soon as she gets a new phone.’

‘But…’ I shake my head trying to organise my thoughts, which isn’t easy as I’m exhausted. ‘Did Reed say anything else?’

‘No, he called from the hospital, and said he’d been called in and had to work.’

‘Something’s not right.’ I scowl. ‘And I think your brother knows something.’

‘We’ll find him and ask him tomorrow,’ Beck soothes me. ‘And if not, we’ll go and see Pia ourselves, okay? But you’re tired, and it’s been a long day. Come home, baby.’

‘I guess.’ I lift my beer and take a long satisfying pull as I watch Beck. ‘This shower you mentioned, will I have company?’

‘Of course.’ He smiles slowly. ‘You’re going to need someone to wash your back for you.’

I grin as I poke my head into the restaurant to let Mel know I’m leaving, and hand in hand we walk down the steps and back along the beach, sipping our beers slowly and enjoying the sound of the crashing waves and the cool breeze coming in off the water.

We pass by the sand ships from the competition earlier, some of which are pretty good.

‘Who won?’ I ask.

‘Some kid and his sister from Basingstoke I think.’ Beck lifts his beer to his lips and sips slowly as we pass his finished sand sculpture.

‘Wow.’ I stop and stare. ‘That’s insane.’

I try to take in all the minute details of the pirate ship being ripped apart and dragged down by the Kraken, but it’s really too dark to see properly.

‘You can get a better look at it tomorrow,’ Beck replies.

‘Did you get loads of photos?’

‘Yeah.’ He nods. ‘Juni did too, and she’s plastered them all over Sully’s social media. There was also a local news crew around earlier.’

‘That’s so cool.’ I grin. ‘My boyfriend is so talented.’

He growls playfully and grips my neck pulling me in for a deep, wet kiss. I can taste the beer on his tongue as it slides against mine, and I moan.

‘I’ve been waiting to do that all day,’ he whispers against my lips.

‘Come on.’ I tug his hand toward the bottom of the path, which leads up to the cottage. ‘I want to get naked with you.’

He chuckles, and we climb up the familiar path. We don’t stop when we reach the top, we don’t even pause when we reach the door, we simply head straight up to the bathroom and flip the light on.

Setting my beer down on the counter, I strip quickly and turn to switch the water on, feeling Beck’s hot skin at my back. We stumble into the shower, all tangled limbs and tongues as the water pounds down on us. I hiss as he shoves me against the cold tiles and drops to his knees, swallowing my aching cock and forcing me to cry out.

My fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls back and licks my balls, sucking them into his mouth one by one before moving back to the thick head of my dick and suckling tightly.

‘Fuck,’ I gasp out. ‘Stop. I don’t want to come yet.’

He stands slowly, his mouth curving into a deep smile, dimples winking at me and making my stomach tighten. He’s so fucking gorgeous. There are moments like these when I can’t quite believe this is my life, can’t believe… that he’s all mine.

‘I love you,’ I mutter as my gaze trails over his swollen lips.

He leans in and kisses me again, slowly, deeply before pulling back and resting his forehead against mine.

‘I love you too, Nat, so fucking much.’

I watch as he slowly grabs the shampoo and pours some into his hands, reaching up and washing my hair, pressing the pads of his fingers to my scalp, and massaging so thoroughly that my eyes practically roll back into my head, and I’m almost surprised that I’m not purring like Artie.