Wild as Her (Beckett Family #2)

Chapter 23

Wild

P ulling myself off of Indie was the hardest thing I’ve had to do on this trip thus far. After I made her come all over my tongue, I wanted to be deep inside of her and watch her eyes roll back.

Though we were both sweating from our activities, it was cold outside, and I didn’t want to risk someone pulling over to check on us.

Now, as I’m driving down the highway, my thoughts are going back to our time in the back seat, and I’m starting to get hard again. I need to find something—anything—else to talk about and get my mind off of her perfect, naked, squirming body.

“We never talked about your visit with your mom. Everything go good? Anything you wanna talk about?” I ask.

“What?” Her brows scrunch as she peeks her eyes open.

My random question has obviously caught her off guard. I knew she wasn’t asleep; she’s been tapping her hand against her lap for the last twenty minutes to the beat of the music.

Her head shakes. “No, nothin’ to talk about. I just sit and talk to her.” She shrugs and sits up in her seat, turning slightly to watch out the window now.

“Alright, just checkin’. I told you I’m here for you. This trip is all about you, sweet cheeks,” I smirk.

Her face grows scarlet as she playfully swats at my arm. “Why do you keep callin’ me all these names?”

I could avoid the question but decide to answer it honestly.

“I like watchin’ your face. See which ones you like. Which ones turn it as red as your hair… And which ones get me one of them eye rolls you’re so fond of givin’ me.”

That plump lip rolls between her teeth as she bites back her reaction. Her eyes roll like I knew they would, and she rests her head back against the seat.

“I don’t know how you can keep track of ‘em all,” she laughs. “I know I’ve heard you repeat some of ‘em before.”

“I repeat the ones I like.”

“And which ones are those?” she asks, glancing back over at me shyly.

My eyes roam over her face, taking in every perfect detail.

“The ones that make you smile. They turn your cheeks rosy pink and make you bite that lip,” I answer, my attention going straight to the lip in question as she wedges it between her teeth. “You try to hide it from me, but those pretty brown eyes give you away.”

Silently she watches me like she’s trying to find any hint of bullshit in my words. It’s a fruitless endeavor, however. I mean every damn word I say—especially to her. There’s nothing more beautiful than this woman beside me and her reactions to me.

“Still, seems like it’d be hard to remember them all,” she says, fighting a blush.

“Trust me, when it comes to you, my brown-eyed girl , this thing’s a vault.” I tap the side of my head.

And it’s not a lie. There isn’t anything I don’t remember where it concerns her. From the day I met her our senior year by the river and held her hand in mine for the first time after she threatened to kick my ass, all the way up to today, when she spasmed on my tongue while screaming my name, I remember it all.

Feeling myself growing hard again at the memory of her taste, I get the subject back to where it was quickly.

“I’m sorry you never got to meet your mom. I only knew mine for a little while, but I can’t imagine not gettin’ to know her at all.”

Indie’s face softens, and she looks down to her lap, twirling her fingers together.

“It’s okay. Can’t really miss somethin’ you never knew.” She shrugs like this doesn’t affect her as much as I know it does.

“Sure you can. I didn’t know my grandpa, but my dad constantly talks about him. Makes me miss him more, I think. Or maybe it’s just a different kind of missin’ someone. Hurts a little different. Like I missed out on somethin’ great, and nothin’ I do can change it. Really makes me wish I could have known such a great man.” I glance over to see Indie watching me with glossy eyes. “They’re a part of us. It’s only natural to miss ‘em, Ind. Even if we didn’t get to know them like we wish we could have.”

A lone tear slips free from her lid, and I worry that I said or did something wrong.

“Sorry, Ind. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Dammit.

I just wanted her to know that I understood the pain of missing your mom and struggling with not knowing someone you wished you had gotten a chance to. If I’d have known I’d cause this reaction, I’d have kept my damn mouth shut. One thing I never want to see is her upset—especially by my doing.

“Ignore me.” She reaches into the glove box and pulls out a packet of tissue. “I don’t know what the hell is the matter with me lately.” She dabs the tissue under her eyes, then closes it into her hand tightly.

“We don’t have to talk about this anymore if you don’t want to,” I reassure her, softly rubbing my hand across her knee.

“I’ll be fine. Just havin’ a lot more emotions than usual this week for some reason.” She lightly chuckles and wipes the tissue under her eyes again. “Do you want me to drive for a little while?” she asks, facing me—her eyes shining with the lingering tears.

“No, I’m good for a while longer. You might wanna sleep, though. Once we get home, it’ll be late, but I’ve got some plans for you.”

I peek over, and her face turns scarlet again as the light returns to her eyes from the smile she can’t control.

Fuck I love how she reacts to me.

She swallows it down and pulls her serious mask on again.

“Wild, I said this was over when we got home. You know we can’t keep doin’ this. Things won’t be the same once we get back.” There’s an uncertainty in her voice that I don’t miss, and I grab onto it. Letting all my hope of a chance at us rest on the wavering words.

“Yeah, I know what you said. But here’s what I’m sayin’,” I come to a stop at the red light and fully face her. “We ain’t done.”

I turn up the music and keep my gaze forward. This woman will fight me until she’s blue in the face. I know she feels the same way I do—she’s just afraid. Afraid of the feelings and where this all leads. Hell, I’m scared too. But I’ll be strong enough for both of us until I can help her see this is happening. Until she understands that she has me and that I’m not giving up on her or us.

“I don’t want kids,” she announces loudly over the radio.

Confused, I reach over and turn down the music.

“Umm. Oo…kay …?” I respond, unsure why she just said that.

“That’s why this won’t work,” she admits, facing me. “Besides the obvious reason that we would eventually end up killin’ each other.”

“When the hell did I say I wanted kids?” I ask, my brows pulled tight together.

She lets out an annoyed sigh. “Everyone wants kids. You might say you don’t right now, but down the road, you will.” Her eyes dig into mine. “I will never have kids, Wild. Never. I don’t want them. It’s just not for me.”

Why the hell this woman thinks I’m interested in kids is beyond me. I know for a fact I’ve never said a damn word about having a kid. But I can see from the deadset look on her face that this is a serious matter to her, and she’s not budging.

“Well,” I rest my hand back over on her knee and meet her stare, “it’s a damn good thing all I want is you then, ain’t it?”