Wild as Her (Beckett Family #2)

Chapter 16

Indie

T he hotel door slams shut, and Wild’s body envelopes me as his lips frantically search mine—the kiss showing just how hungry we both are for each other.

Breathless, I pull back from him. He tries to dive in again, but I hold him back with one hand to his chest.

“There’s one thing you need to know,” I state, my nails slightly digging into his rising chest, where I feel his heart beating as wildly as my own. “I don’t fuckin’ share. For the next few days, you are mine. If that ain’t okay with you, then this ends right now.”

His grin grows even deeper as he leans in for another kiss. I hault him again, stepping back.

“I’m serious, Wild. You can go back to your harem of Whitneys and other bleach-blonde bimbos after we get back home. But when you’re with me, it’s just me.”

There’s a look of disgust growing on his face as his eyebrows knit together.

“First of all, that woman fuckin’ disgusts me.” His eyes roam my face as a slow smirk appears. “And I’m not the one with a thing for blondes.”

My jaw clenches as I bite back the words I want to say. But he’s right; I’m clearly the one with a damn thing for a blonde.

When I remain quiet, his gaze drifts up from mine. “I much prefer redheads,” he admits with a Cheshire cat grin, showing off that dimple on his left cheek.

The site of that stubbly jaw this close to me is so tempting I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to run my hands over it again.

Sandalwood surrounds me as he leans in even closer and whispers in my ear, “One in particular.”

I think back to the women I’ve seen him with over the years. Not one single redhead pops into my mind.

“Coulda fooled me,” I mutter.

He pulls back from me, and the smug, cocky look on his face is enough to piss me off.

“Since when do you care so much about the women I’m with?” he asks with a mischievous smile, meeting my gaze again. “Didn’t know you were keepin’ tabs.”

“Shut up, Wild,” I bite, growing irritated and side-stepping around him. “You can stick your dick in whatever you want when I’m done with you. But when you’re with me, it’s only me,” I clarify again.

“ Ohh , brought out the fire, did we, baby?” he teases, stepping in close again, causing the air to leave my lungs as soon as I get another whiff of that warm, delicious smell that is Wilder Beckett.

Strong arms wrap around my middle as his mouth ghosts above my ear, sending a chill down my body. “Don’t worry, Wildflower, I’m all yours.”

His lips take mine in another hot, wet kiss. I can’t get enough of his taste as our tongues tangle, and my hands run over his scratchy day-old scruff, pulling him closer.

We make quick work of ripping at each other’s clothes with no regard for any damage we may do to them. We just need the damn things off.

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, our lips never parting, his warm skin pressed tight against mine.

The countertop feels like ice as he sits me down to turn on the shower. Hazel-green eyes penetrate me when he turns back to stalk my way.

“Show me that pretty pink pussy you’ve been keepin’ from me.” His eyes stay pinned on mine as he pushes my legs apart, his want for me doing something feral to my confidence.

Placing my feet on the countertop, I fully expose myself to him, ready for whatever comes next.

Slowly, his hungry gaze trails down, and he inhales sharply when his eyes find what he’s looking for.

“Fuck.”

The site of his tongue ghosting his bottom lip sends an even stronger jolt of desire through me.

His breathy exhale causes a new chill to swim down my spine. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, even though the room is quickly growing hot from the steam pouring out of the shower beside us.

Patiently, he bends down, never taking his eyes off what I’m showing him. When he reaches the edge of the counter, I lean back, my head resting on the mirror behind me.

“You’re in control, Ind,” he breathes out. “Grab on and show me what you want.”

Leaning in, he darts his tongue across my sex in a move that causes me to instantly jolt up.

“No, no, my wild girl.” Slightly sitting up again, his palm pushes me back, my head returning to rest on the mirror. “You stay right there.”

His eyes lock with mine as he runs his thumb over my lower lip and then drags it down my body, circling one nipple and then the other.

With our eyes still locked, he crouches again, sticking his tongue out but not quite touching me like I want. He’s teasing me, causing my irritation to grow.

“Fuckin’ do it, Wild,” I bite out through gritted teeth.

He smiles a devilish smile, the gold dancing in the green of his hazel eyes.

“Show me what you want, baby,” he replies, making a motion with his tongue that has heat growing inside of me at a rapid pace.

Without another second of thought, my hand shoots out, and I grab his blonde, disheveled hair between my fingers. The sinister look on his face causes a small moan to pass my lips as I push him right where I want him.

His tongue devours me in long strokes and quick flicks. A small zing goes through me when I feel his teeth nip at my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I moan loud, the sound echoing in the small room.

Impatiently, I push him harder into me, feeling the burn of his sandpaper-rough, day-old stubble scraping across my thighs. I’m already so close to finishing it’s a little embarrassing, but I’m not ashamed to say I want all he has to give me.

“Sweet as fuckin’ honey,” he murmurs from between my parted thighs as he takes his time tasting every inch of me.

When I look down, I see that damn mustache is wet with my arousal. His eyes jump up to mine as he takes his hand that has been squeezing my thigh and pushes two fingers inside of me.

“Oh God, Wild,” I moan louder, feeling the warm tingle at the base of my spine begin to shoot up as his fingers curl inside of me, hitting just the right spot.

He repeats the move over and over, causing me to momentarily forget how to breath.

The orgasm rips through me like a crashing wave, and I ride his face to the end.

A moment later, he stands up and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth before leaning in and kissing me long and hard.

“I really like your voice when you sing,” he purrs, pushing the hair back from my face. “But I fuckin’ love it when you scream my name.”

Still coming down from the high of the orgasm, I pant in front of him, completely lost for words.

He straightens back up and lightly grips my hair in his hand, bringing me with him.

Like a man in full control, he gradually leans in. “ On your knees , good girl,” he commands in a deep whisper through my hair that hangs in a tousled mess around my face and down my shoulders.

One thing I’ve always hated is being told what to do. Even though we’ve only slept together one time, Wild seems to remember how much I love his domineering side in these moments. The way I crave his control over me so I can let go and get lost in the moment.

Scooting my ass off the countertop, I stand face-to-face with him, and he releases his grip on my hair. I instantly miss the burn.

He takes a step back, and I glance down to see his hard cock between us. I do a double-take when a flash of something shiny catches my eye.

“When did you get that?” I ask, pointing to the piercing.

“Couple years ago,” he replies uninterested. “Now, do as you’re told. On your fuckin’ knees.”

Gripping my jaw, he runs his thumb over my lips. “It’s my turn, and I’m gonna start by fuckin’ this sassy little mouth of yours.”

The stubborn part of me wants to argue and make a big deal about his demand. But a bigger part wants exactly what he does.

In most aspects of my life, I enjoy having the upper hand. But in these rare moments when only one person in the world can speak to me like this, I let my controlling nature go.

Obediently, I get down on the hard tile floor, never breaking eye contact with him while I slowly run my tongue over my lips.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, his lips parting to release a breath. The site does something powerful to my ego—I love affecting him like this.

“Open your mouth,” he instructs, grabbing ahold of my hair again.

He lightly tugs, and the burn is the most beautiful type of pain. I’ve always found pleasure in the pain, and he knows it.

The view before me is drool-worthy. This man never misses a workout, and it’s never been more apparent than it is right now as I stare at the chiseled muscles carved into his stomach.

I do as I’m told and slowly begin to slide each inch of him into my mouth, never taking my eyes off his.

“Fuckin’ hell, Ind,” he groans, snapping his eyes shut as his hold on my hair grows tighter.

I pull back and run my tongue over the slit that’s beaded with precum. My tongue swirls around the tip as I place my hands on his balls, cupping and lightly squeezing them.

“If you don’t quit teasin’ me…” he trails off, his heated eyes warning me.

I pull away again and give light, teasing licks across his shaft, playfully flicking the metal bar at the crown—seeing just how far I can push him until he can’t take it anymore.

“I warned you.” His grip tightens around my hair as he shoves his way into my mouth.

If I had a gag reflex, it would have been activated. His cock hits the back of my throat with full force. He throws his head back, his hips thrusting forward over and over as I suck.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he goes even further, sliding down my throat.

I begin to back off, his large size making it hard to breathe.

“You can take it, Wildflower,” he encourages with a voice full of grit, his fingers gripping tighter into the strands of my hair, causing the burn on my scalp to intensify.

Our pace picks up as I suck and lick, rubbing his balls in one hand, the gesture causing a slur of curses to pass his lips.

With my free hand, I reach over and grip his thigh, digging my nails into the large muscle and eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him.

“That’s right, baby, leave your mark on me,” he praises through gritted teeth.

Tears fill my eyes as he slams into my throat fully again, and I struggle for air. The droplets track down my cheeks, and a small moan passes my lips when I glance up to see Wild’s watchful gaze on me. The site has wetness growing between my legs again.

His face is slightly scrunched up while his mouth hangs partially open. Drool runs down my chin, and his eyes trail the liquid as it travels further down. I’m completely dissolved and at his mercy.

“ Oh fuck, ” he grunts as he shoots down my throat.

The warm, salty liquid fills my mouth, and I swallow it down, keeping my eyes set on his just the way he likes.

He pulls out of my mouth, leaving us both panting in the heated room as I rest back on my heels.

He props himself against the countertop, panting to catch his breath. The way his eyes jump down to me as his chest heaves has me wanting to start all over again.

“You look so pretty when you cry for me,” he murmurs, reaching down and wiping the tears from my cheeks.

Standing, I swipe my thumb across my bottom lip, doing my best to ignore the way his words affect me.

Wild places a palm on either side of my face and plants a long kiss on my lips. Our tastes collide on my tongue, and I feel that heat growing in my core again.

“Now, get in the shower.”

He playfully slaps my ass, and I turn to do as I’m told.