Wild as Her (Beckett Family #2)

Chapter 17

Wild

“ T his is just sex.”

Indie’s words lack any sincerity as her teeth bite into her plump lower lip. The shirt I put her in after our shower last night drapes loosely off her pale shoulder while her hair hangs messily to one side. She was too tired from the multiple orgasms I gave her in the shower to hardly even stand afterward. I didn’t mind offering my assistance—or clothing.

Unbothered by her words, I pull my shirt over my head and slip my shoes on next.

“Hey, all I know is, by the time I get back in here, those bottoms better be touchin’ your ankles. I’m ready for breakfast, and they’re blockin’ my meal.”

A blush coats the apples of her cheeks as she worries her lip.

“If they ain’t?” she challenges.

She’s giving me sass, and I’m ready for it. I fucking love her snarky attitude. Makes me want to fuck it right out of her.

“Test it and find out,” I challenge back before turning to walk out the door.

The elevator dings and the large metal doors slide open. Stepping inside, I smile to myself, wondering which path she’s going to choose—you never know with this girl.

Today is her birthday. I know she’s hoping I forgot, but fat chance of that happening.

Opening the latch on the back of the SUV, my breath comes out in a white cloud in front of me. The chill in the air is growing more intense in the mornings the deeper into the season we get.

Reaching in, I grab the flannel jacket I put in here yesterday before we left. I give it a quick sniff, checking to make sure it’s clean enough to offer her. Feeling satisfied with the quality, I shut the glass and go back inside the hotel.

During my trip up in the elevator, my mind races. On one hand, all I can think about is what happened last night and what’s about to happen again in that room when I get there.

On the other hand, dread fills me at the thought of this ending. I know Indie—like myself—doesn’t do anything serious or long-term. I’ve personally never wanted it. But something has changed in me during the time Indie and I have been living together. Sometimes I think it’s changed in her too, but then anytime I get close, she runs or puts up those damn walls again. All I know is I’ve changed, and I’m not afraid of it like she is.

Maybe it’s seeing my brother happy and wanting something like that myself. Or perhaps I’m just growing and changing in my old damn age. But I know what I want. And what I want is that feisty little spitfire that’s in my hotel room right now. I’ve never felt with anyone else the way I feel when I’m with her.

Indie’s got a strong will, and I know I have my work cut out for me trying to convince her that this is what’s meant to be. I’m always up for a challenge, though. I’ve been patient with her so far, and I can keep being so, but it might be time to push a little harder.

Opening our hotel room door, I keep my eyes down as I shut it softly behind me. When I turn, I spot her standing at the edge of the bed, fully clothed.

“Oh, little Wildflower. Always the fun way, huh?”

Feeling the fire roar to life inside of me, I toss the jacket onto the tan chair placed in the corner of the room.

I stride over to her in three quick steps, and she gulps. When she notices that I saw the involuntary action, she tries to play it off, shifting from foot to foot, feigning indifference as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“I don’t know wha?—”

Reaching out, I rip her shorts down in one quick movement and spin her around as she gasps, laying her over the bed and presenting her ass to me.

Whack!

My hand lands on the center of her ass cheek, leaving a faint red mark.

“Ouch!” she cries, quickly trying to stand back up.

I block her and gently push her back over the bed. Leaning down over the top of her, I fist her soft hair in my hand.

“I don’t think so, sugar. You wanted to test it. So let’s find out what happens when we don’t listen,” I say next to her ear—the smell of coconut in her hair filling my nose.

The scent causes my already hard cock to twitch in anticipation as my hand lands on her ass cheek again, making the spot a brighter shade of red.

“Birthday girls need their spankings. Especially ones that don’t listen.” I bite her ear, and a low moan comes from her parted lips as she grinds back against me.

I know she can feel my hard length straining in my jeans as she pushes herself harder against me and proceeds to move up and down, searching for the pleasure she wants.

“You want me, baby?” I ask, grinding myself into her as well, pulling harder on the hair wrapped in my fist.

Being the stubborn woman she is, she says nothing but backs herself against me as much as she can.

“Alright, birthday girl,” I respond, grabbing her hip with my free hand, my fingers digging into the smooth skin as I place a kiss below her ear. “I’ll give you what you want.”

A whimper passes her lips when I release her hair, her head falling forward to the mattress.

“I’m not usin’ a condom. You fine with that?” I question, still leaning into her ear and praying with everything in me she says yes.

She nods her head once, and it’s all the answer I need.

My finger runs up her slit as she’s bent over the bed. Little goosebumps prickle her skin at my touch.

My girl is wet as fuck for me already.

“You like this, don’t you, little firecracker?” I rub my fingers playfully over her greedy pussy.

Another soft moan passes her lips, and I reach up, gripping her hair tighter this time, and smack her ass again. “Answer me, or this all stops here.”

“Yes,” she huffs through gritted teeth.

I’m starting to piss her off, and I fucking love it.

Her eyes jump back over her shoulder when she hears my zipper drop.

“Eyes forward,” I demand.

She glares at me but doesn’t look away. Instead, her view goes down to my hard, pierced cock. Her mouth opens as she ghosts her tongue across her bottom lip. Memories of those plump lips sucking me down last night in the shower fill my mind, and I become a man possessed.

Fuck, I’m gonna blow before I even get inside of her.

“ Turn around. Now … or I’m not lettin’ you finish.”

Her head snaps forward, causing the corner of my lip to lift.

“Good girl, Indie,” I praise—knowing what the words do to her.

My fingers slowly dip inside of her, the wet sounds of her arousal letting me know she’s ready for me.

Without any warning, as I’m standing behind her, I line up at her entrance and bottom out inside of her in one quick motion.

Her hands spring out to grip the sheets beneath her as we both let out a loud moan of pleasure at the incredible feel of me being all the way inside of her.

Last night, we surprisingly didn’t have sex. We enjoyed a hot shower together after pleasuring each other, and I ate her out again—once in the shower and once more when I carried her to bed. She passed out a few minutes later when I went down to the lobby to grab us some ice. I wanted to wake her when I returned, but I knew I’d have plenty of time with her over the next couple of days. So, I let her get some sleep while she had the chance.

My hand caresses up the curve of Indie’s spine as I watch her hands kneed into the crisp white sheets. When I hold still a little too long for her liking, she gently rocks back and forth on my hard length. Grabbing hold of her hips, I stop her before I lose my train of thought.

“I know you’re eager for me, baby, but bad girls that don’t do as they’re told don’t get to run this show. I do ,” I add as I run my fingers down to her round bottom and squeeze hard, needing to leave my mark on her.

Ever since I saw her in that damn new red bikini this past summer, this perfect ass has been the primary occupier of my thoughts every night when I’m alone in the shower.

Indie lets out a frustrated growl, laying her head on the mattress and shimmying her lower half impatiently.

Pulling out of her completely, I cave to temptation and bite down hard on the ass she’s presenting to me. Like a perfectly sweet apple in the Garden of Eden, it sits there, enticing me—waiting for me to have a taste of the forbidden fruit I’ve only been able to fantasize about until now.

Running my tongue over the mark I left, her lust-filled cry of pain and pleasure has me straightening and lining back up at her entrance quickly. If she wants to guarantee I’ll fuck her, she just needs to make those sweet fucking sounds.

I push myself almost all the way in before slowly sliding back out of her. In and out, I go at a steady pace, her moans growing louder and more urgent as I watch her ass bounce against my cock.

Her head falls to the bed beneath her again as my fingers release her hair and dig deeper into her hips, fighting the urge to lose control inside of her. I want this to last as long as it possibly can, but it’s been an embarrassing amount of months since I’ve had sex, and she feels fucking incredible .

“Harder, you pussy,” she taunts me, and I let out a laugh from my nose.

Challenge accepted, Indie Jones.

I barrel inside of her at a breakneck pace, sweat trickling down my back.

“ Holy fuck —” Indie’s cries of pleasure grow deeper and louder the harder I thrust inside of her.

Watching her round ass continue to bounce against my cock even harder now has me close to the edge, but I’m not finishing without her.

Feeling her walls beginning to clench around my cock, I sense her climax coming. My hand reaches to her clit, rubbing quick circles as I whisper in her ear all of the depraved things I have planned for her ass later. The moans from her throat grow heavier with every detail I give her.

My other hand grips around her neck and squeezes, remembering how much she liked this the last time. And from the raising pulse beneath my fingertips that matches my own, I can tell she still does.

She begins to lose all control beneath me as her pussy swallows my dick. The sight is all I need to explode over the edge right alongside her as I release her throat.

“Fuck!” We scream in unison, the sound echoing off the walls, her tight pussy clenching down hard on me while she comes, milking every drop out of me.

“Your pulsin’ pussy feels so goddamn good ,” I grit out into her ear as I ride out the waves of pleasure, hunched over her, one hand on either side of her head on the mattress.

She collapses down onto the bed completely, and I fall beside her, my hand resting above my head as I try to catch my breath.

“Fucking… Hell…” she pants beside me, her chest rising and lowering quickly. “I ain’t had sex in months—but that was… somethin’ else,” she breathes out.

I knew I didn’t imagine how good we were together all those years ago. The way our bodies respond to each other… she’s fucking perfect.

I sit up and stand from the bed. Knowing that if I don’t, I’ll be going for round two.

“C’mon, little firecracker. We’ve got places to be and things to do,” I say, buttoning my pants.

“Give me five. I think I might be dyin’,” she pants, closing her eyes.

I laugh. “See, this is why I work out. Good to have that high cardio.” I pat her arched knee. “C’mon, birthday girl.” I hold my hand out for her to take. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She glares up at me before pulling herself from the bed and moseying into the bathroom. My eyes stay glued to her ass the whole time. I know she knows it, too, by the way she’s swaying her hips with each step she takes. That sassy attitude has me thirsting for her again.

Fuck it. There’s always time for one more.

I knock lightly on the bathroom door with one knuckle and turn the handle. When I push the door open, I’m greeted by a wide smile before soft pink lips crash into mine, and she slams the door shut behind me.