Protecting His Home Page 10

  Before I can even blink, he’s lifted me up off my lap and he’s standing behind me. He reaches across the coffee table and grabs my jar and puts it into my purse before he hands it to me.

  Everyone is grinning at us; Troy and Walsh are both wagging their eyebrows lasciviously. I roll my eyes, “Seriously, no fucking chill.”

  Beckett throws his head back and laughs. “Don’t party too hard guys, some of you have appointments before noon tomorrow.”

  Dex pipes up, “Thanks for the reminder, Dad.”

  Beckett flips him off with a smile on his face. He points at Andrea, “See you tomorrow for your first day.”

  Andrea gives a little salute, “You got it, boss man. Steve and I are about to head out anyway.”

  Beckett gives a little wave and then entwines our fingers. He starts moving to the door and I give a little wave also, “Bye guys.”

  I swear they all sing-song, “Bye Amelia.” as Beckett opens the door and starts to usher me out.

  Walsh yells after us, “Be safe. I’m not ready to be an uncle yet.”

  He’s saved from any reprisal by the door shutting behind us, but I swear I hear Beckett mutter, “Speak for yourself.”

  I eye him and he smiles at me but offers no explanation. I arch my eyebrow, “You wanna repeat that, Beck?”

  He takes a deep breath as he leads me the short distance to his house. “It should come as zero surprise to you that I want it all, Amelia. I want you. I want to share our lives.” He shrugs and squeezes my fingers. “We will share our home. We will exchange vows. We will have babies.” He stops on the sidewalk in front of his, our?, walkway and turns toward me. He cups my cheek and I lean into his touch. “I’m all in, Baby. I’m ready.”

  He captures my lips in a kiss that’s full of love and adoration with an exciting edge of unencumbered passion.

  His eyes are blazing with heat when he looks back down at me. “This is it. You come in with me and I’m going to make you mine. There will be no doubt in your mind who you belong to; you’ll be only mine and I’ll be only yours. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll always be there for you.” He buries one hand in my hair and the other skims down my body.

  His voice lowers an octave and takes on a husky quality that makes me want to rub my body all over his. “If you don’t want that, you can walk away right now, but if you walk in with me then I’m going to bury my cock deep inside your dripping wet pussy and make you come over and over again.”

  I take his face in my hands and look deep into his lush green eyes, “I know, Beck. I want that. I want you. I’m all in. I’m ready for you to make me yours.” I kiss him sweetly to seal my promise.

  CHAPTER 8

  AMELIA

  Beckett groans and presses his lips against mine firmly, his hands gripping me tighter. His kiss is full of want and possession and I give myself over to it. I moan into his mouth and press my body against his. He changes his grip and grabs my ass with both hands, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders as he pivots and heads up to the porch and front door.

  I let out a surprised yelp, “Beckett, put me down. Jesus, you’ll throw your back out.”

  He growls and smacks my ass. “Amelia,” there’s a warning in his tone that makes my heart beat double time, “I will spank your gorgeous plump ass every time you say something that cuts you down like that. I’m big and strong, I can lift you anytime, anywhere and be fucking thrilled to do it.” He nips at my collarbone and my body takes over and relaxes in his arms.

  He groans against my skin and nips up my neck. He husks against my ear, “I wanted you the moment I heard your laugh and then when I saw you, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to punch Troy for looking at you or drop to my knees and worship you like the goddess you are.”

  He presses my back against the front door and shifts back just enough to dig his keys out of his pocket. He unlocks his door and grips my ass again his big possessive hands kneading gently.

  “Hold tight, Baby,” he commands and then pulls me away from the door and wrenches it open and strides into his, our, house and kicks the door closed behind him.

  He pushes one of his hands up under my sweater and tank top and supports me by the small of my back so he can lean away from me slightly. He growls, “Arms up, Baby.”

  I obey instantly and he tugs the hem of my sweater up and off my body in one fluid motion. He flings it over his shoulder. Fuck. I feel his fingers dig into my back slightly and I moan as his eyes roam over the tops of my breasts and my tight tank top.

  I start to lower my arms, but he grips the hem of my tank and rips that off my body. He pushes me back against the door and I grind my hips down against his confined cock. He grips my hip and groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

  He grits through is teeth, “Amelia, I want you so bad and you already feel so fucking good.” He opens his eyes and the hunger in his gaze almost makes me come on the spot. “You gotta let me have the control here because I’m hanging on by a thread.”

  I nod slowly and watch as a slow grin spreads across his face. He murmurs, “Good girl.” His hungry gaze roams over my torso and he licks his lips and I arch my back slightly. I want him to touch me, I need it.

  His hand starts at my waist and starts roaming over my body. He cups one of my breasts and rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger through my bra. He runs his fingertips down my sternum. He presses his hand up the side of my rib cage. It’s like he can’t decide what he wants to do first and I fucking love that.

  His tone is reverent. “You’re fucking stunning, Baby.” His eyes meet mine and then he runs a finger along the edge of the cup of my bra before roaming around my back and unhooking it. His hand glides up my back and rounds my shoulder; he snags the strap of my bra and pulls it down my arm. His fingers run back up my arm and then cross my chest to pull the strap down my other arm before he lets it drop to the floor.

  His eyes roam over my body and I feel my nipples get even harder like his gaze is a physical touch. He leans forward and kisses the hollow of my neck and I grip his shoulders. He holds onto both of my hips and grips me tight, slowly and gently rocking against me as his lips kiss, lick and nip at my chest.

  He murmurs against my skin, “Fuck, I’m going to put my ink on you very soon. Mark you with my art.” I groan and arch my body against him. He grinds against me harder. “You want that, Baby?”

  I moan, “Yes, Beckett, please.”

  He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and circles his tongue around it before sucking it against the roof of his mouth. He bites gently before popping off and I shudder. “I get free reign. I can put anything I want on your body, anywhere I want.”

  He looks up into my eyes as his lips trail across to my other nipple and giving it the same attention.

  I lick my lips, “Of course. I trust you.”

  He grins against my breast before kissing up my body, neck and across my jaw. He kisses me deeply and wraps one of his arms around my back while the other grips my ass. He pulls me away from the door and pivots heading through the house as I bury my fingers in his hair.

  I’m so lost in kissing him that I don’t get the chance to see a single thing on our journey. He turns and backs into the bedroom, pushing the door open with his shoulder. I break away from kissing him and try to look over my shoulder.

  He chuckles and runs his nose along my neck and rasps in my ear, “Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll give you a tour after I fill you with my cum.”

  I face him and grin, “I’ll hold you to that.”

  He turns and strides toward the bed and places me down on it like I’m precious. “Which part?”

  I give him a sly smile, “Both.”

  “Fuck, yes,” he groans.

  He reaches back and tugs his henley over his head before he drops it on the floor. Holy shit. His chest is a work of art and I’m not even talking about the tattoos that cover his arms and are working down his pecs. Most of his chest and
abs are empty, but my eyes still have plenty to take in. His muscles flex under my perusal and I lick my lips as I imagine tracing every tattoo and every ridge of his chest and abs with my tongue. Yummy.

  He undoes his belt and then his jeans and that snaps me out of my daze. I reach for the button of my jeans, but Beckett stops me.

  “Don’t you dare. I’m undressing you this time and probably the next time and the time after that. You can’t deny me the privilege of unwrapping you inch by beautiful inch.” His tone tells me he’s in charge. Why would I want to fight him on this? He wants to undress me. Sounds great to me.

  I bite my lip, “Okay, Beckett.”

  “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I shiver. He pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and shucks them along with his shoes in one go.

  When he stands up, I gasp because, yeah, he’s a big man. I’m not even worried about it fitting, I’m just looking forward to it. A lot. I think I might be drooling from looking at his muscular chest and big cock. I run my hands up my torso and cup my breasts. His eyes flash like he wants to devour me when he growls.

  He grips his hard cock and strokes from root to tip, his eyes never wavering from watching me touch my tits. His breathing quickens and his voice is low and husky, “Yeah, Baby. Pinch your nipples for me.”

  I pinch my nipples and roll them between my thumb and forefinger. He licks his lips and stalks over to me. He leans over me and undoes my jeans before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and panties. He pulls them slowly down my body together.

  “Fucking perfect,” Beckett breathes as he takes in my naked body. He runs one of his hands up each of my legs achingly slowly starting with my calves.

  He groans, “I don’t think I can wait to sink into you. I need you, especially seeing you laid out on our bed, right where you belong.”

  I spread my legs wider and reach for him, running my fingers along his shoulders. He shudders when I touch him and knowing that touching him frayed his control just a little bit more turns me on even more.

  I moan, “Please, Love, I need to feel you inside me.”

  His eyes snap to mine and we hold eye contact as his fingers fucking finally reach my desperately wet pussy. He drags his fingers along my slit and circles my clit once causing my hips to jerk.

  I gasp, “Please Beckett.”

  “You’re so wet for me, Amelia.” His hands roam up my body as he slowly covers mine with his and rests one of his forearms next to my head, his other hand slinking across my skin.

  I arch up into his body and look into his eyes, “Only for you, Beckett.” He grins and tucks his head against my shoulder, nipping and kissing. I grip his shoulders and hook a leg around his hip. I know I sound needy, but I don’t care at all. “Love, please fuck me. I need you.”

  He grunts and rubs the head of cock along my seam, covering himself in my juices. He stills for a moment and then pulls back and looks at me. “I don’t want anything between us, but I’ll do whatever you want. I’m clean and it’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone.”

  I smile up at him and by the way his eyes fill with desire, I know it’s a naughty smile. “I haven’t been with anyone since, um…yeah it’s been a few years for me.” I shake off the momentary thought of Caleb and focus on the sexy man in front of me. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill.” I arch up against him and crane my neck and nip at his earlobe. “I trust you, Beckett. I’m yours and I know you’ll treasure that.”

  He crashes his lips to mine and plunges into me in one long, sure thrust, grunting against my lips when he bottoms out. His kiss is hot and demanding; I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on. I hold on to ground myself and him. I hold on to try and keep the last few pieces of my heart that this man hasn’t stolen from right under my nose.

  He bites my lip and I moan into his mouth as he starts to thrust in and out of me in a gentle but tantalizing rhythm. He reaches back and grips my knee, unwrapping my leg and pushing it flush against the bed. The next time he pushes into me, it’s a little harder and deeper and it makes both of us moan.

  He pulls back slightly and looks down into my eyes; his eyes are dark and full of ravenous desire. I’ve been on edge the last five days, full of thoughts of this exact moment. I thought I had an active imagination, but nothing even came close to this. I feel my orgasm building inside of me. It’s been so long since I’ve done this and nothing has ever, or will ever, compare anyway.

  He growls, “Fuck, Baby. You feel so good wrapped around me.” Beckett increases his speed and intensity of his thrusts. I close my eyes soaking in how good it feels and wanting to hold on to my impending orgasm just a little longer. “No, Amelia, don’t close your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  I groan and open my eyes and Beckett releases my knee, his fingers trailing up my leg and then delving between us and circling my clit.

  I gasp, “Oh, fuck, Beck. Please. So close.”

  Beckett shifts his forearm and snakes his hand under my head and grips my hair. He pulls and causes my head to turn slightly and holds me in place. He leans forward and nips at my earlobe as he pushes against my clit. He rasps, “You like that, Baby?”

  I hiss, “Yesss.”

  He chuckles against my skin and it morphs into a groan as he fucks me harder. I’m right there with him; I rake my nails down Beckett’s back in desperation.

  He barks, “Fuck!” I can feel he’s right on the edge too but is still holding onto his control. “I want you to come, Amelia,” he demands.

  He kisses where my shoulder and neck meet and then bites down hard and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. He kisses that spot, where I know he left the first mark of many on me and pulls back to look down at me. He turns my head and looks into my eyes as he fucks me right through my orgasm.

  It takes all my willpower not to close my eyes and give into the stars at the edge of my vision. Mercifully, he lets up on my clit and slides his hand back up my leg, hooking his elbow under my knee and pushing it closer to my body and opening me up even more.

  The next thrust is so deep and hard that I gasp, “Beck!”

  He leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, never letting up the relentless pace he’s set as he hurtles both of us to the edge of bliss. He bites my nipple and then the circles the tip of his tongue around it.

  My hands slip up and down his back, sweat starting to cover his body. I arch my back up against him making my nipples rub against his muscled chest.

  He grits out, “So fucking good, Amelia. I’m so close. You gonna come again when I fill you up?”

  My moans get louder and louder, “Fuck, yes. Please, Love. Want it.” I arch back farther, exposing my neck and he kisses the hollow of my throat. “Need it, Beck.”

  I run my hands up his back and then over his shoulders. I scrape my nails down the side of his ribs and then I grip his ass, hard.

  His groan is low and long, and he thrusts three more times, grinding against my clit each time he thrusts hitting deep inside me. I’m panting and moaning and trying to keep up with his rhythm with my hips.

  He nips at my throat at the same time he grinds against my clit after a hard thrust that moves us up the bed. That’s all it takes, and I’m thrown over the edge again. I scream, “Beckett!”

  Beckett growls, “Fuck,” a second before he roars my name and I feel ropes of his hot cum hitting the walls of my spasming pussy. He holds himself deep inside me as we ride out our orgasms. He kisses my throat and as I relax back onto the bed, he peppers my face with kisses.

  I release my hold on his ass and he unhooks his arm from under knee and runs his hand up my body and cups my cheek. This kiss with Beckett is different, it’s slow and sweet and full of hopeful promises. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down on to me, encouraging him to give me more of his weight.

  He makes a satisfied sound against my lips and it makes my heart clench. In an instant I can see our lives spread befor
e us and it’s so beautiful I have to fight off tears. Images of us waking up together, curled up together watching a movie, holding hands walking down the street, having endless gatherings with our family and growing that family with babies of our own.

  I smile against his lips and I can’t help the giggle that comes out of me. Beckett pulls back and looks down at me curiously.

  I kiss him softly and whisper, “I can see it now.”

  He grins down at me and pushes some curls out of my face and his eyes roam over me, “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, Baby.”

  Even though he’s still balls deep inside me I blush; his grin just grows. I mentally roll my eyes, more at myself than anything else. I can see in Beckett’s eyes how he feels about me and he just showed me with spectacular results.

  He kisses me one more time and then pulls out and rolls onto his back, rolling me on my side in the process. There’s no hesitation in the way he pulls me against him, tucking me against his side. He runs his fingertips through my curls gently.

  I wrap an arm around his waist and snuggle into him deeper. He lets out a contented, “Mmmm.”

  We lay there in the satisfied afterglow for a few minutes before Beckett looks down at me and quirks his eyebrow, “You want that tour now? How about something to eat or drink? Wanna curl up on the couch and smoke a bowl?”

  I prop my chin on his chest and smile. “Yes.”

  Beckett’s laugh is rich and full; it ignites my need for him all over again but I’m sure there will be plenty of time for that again later.

  I sigh, “Should we have brought leftovers home?”

  The smile that spreads across his face is so fucking beautiful I almost look away. “Naw, Baby, I have food in the house. I like cooking.” I arch my eyebrow and he shrugs, “What? You think just because I’ve been a single guy for a while that I have a fridge with only a few condiments in it and nothing in my cabinets?”

  I laugh and he joins me. I kiss his chest, “The thought may have crossed my mind.”