Chapter 3 #2
“No,” he snorts, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”
I let out a dramatic sigh. “Now I’m disappointed.”
He gives me a long look. “You’re a horrible liar, Maddy.”
I grin, feeling the buzz of the alcohol taking full effect. “You know, it’s been a while since I was good at anything.”
He leans back, stretching and showing off his toned body beneath his suit. “I don’t believe that. I think you’re probably good at a lot of things. You just don’t like to brag.”
“Ha,” I tip my head back, “Yeah, right.”
Beck holds my gaze for a moment and then downs the rest of his drink, leaving the empty glass on the bar. “I’ve got a room here for the night. You want to join me?”
My heart jumps into my throat.
That escalated quickly.
I know I should say no. For a second, I think this is the world’s worst mistake, and maybe it is, but maybe that’s exactly what I need. I look at him, at the way he’s smiling at me. Like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Um, okay,” I say, voice steadier than I expect. “But only if you promise not to be a serial killer who’s going to murder me.”
He bursts into laughter and offers his arm. “Deal, no murder tonight.”
I slip my hand into the crook of his elbow. And it feels strangely safe.
Shit, I need to tell Riley what I’m doing.
As we walk toward the elevator, I dig my phone out and ignore the multiple messages and phone calls from Wes. I navigate clumsily to our text thread, drop a pin, and then type out a message.
Me: Staying here tonight. Don’t ask. I’ll tell you tomorrow.
I’m positive she’s going to freak out when she reads that.
The elevator ride is so quiet, except for the shitty background music. Beck pushes the button for the ninth floor, then leans against the far wall, looking at me, arms crossed. He doesn’t say a word. It should be awkward, but the silence is electrifying.
I try to keep it cool, but the anticipation is too much.
“You’re very calm,” I finally blurt out. The words come out too loudly.
He shrugs, a smirk on his mouth. “You look like you could use a little calm right now. You’ve clearly had a bad night.”
The doors open before I can respond. His room is two doors from the end, and he walks ahead of me, checking to make sure I’m following.
I do, obviously. Even if a bit drunkenly.
The inside is the same as every hotel room—king bed, TV, mini bar—but the view from the window is all city lights, clusters of white and yellow blinking against the night.
For a second, I stand in the doorway, uncertain what to do with my hands or the feeling that this could end even worse than the wedding reception did.
Beck kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed. He gestures for me to do the same, and I do, sinking into the mattress with a bounce. For a moment there’s silence, then we both start talking at the same time.
“You don’t have—”
“Only if you—”
We laugh, and I feel my face grow hot.
“Go ahead,” he nudges my arm with his shoulder. “You first.”
I take a deep breath, holding his gaze with a confidence I don’t feel. “It’s just that… you don’t have to be so nice. I mean, I know what this is.”
He looks at me for a few beats. “I think you do. But also, you’re not very good at hiding your feelings.”
Oh my god. I look away, now certain my face is bright red. “Is that a bad thing?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. I find it sweet.” He gently pushes some of my hair behind my ear and then tips my chin back to him. “And sexy.”
I hold my breath for a moment. Then he leans over and kisses me, slow and almost cautious, like he’s waiting for me to change my mind.
But I don’t. The taste of him ignites something desperate in me.
My mouth finds his, and I let him slip his tongue in, tasting the bourbon. His fingers slide up my thighs, squeezing as they stop at the top. My hands find his shoulders, and then press against his suit jacket.
He chuckles as our kiss breaks, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re something else, Maddy.”
“So are you,” I pant, helping him tug his jacket off. “And I need you to help me forget just how fucking bad this night has been.”
“Deal.” Beck throws his suit jacket onto an armchair, and then does the same with his shirt. I reach for the button on his slacks, feeling almost crazy for being here and doing this.
It’s not my thing to have a one-night stand.
But I’d never met Beck before.
My guilt immediately dissipates.
Beck stands and drops his pants, his cock pressing against his boxer briefs. He kicks them to the side, and then smirks down at me. “Let’s get that fucking hideous dress off you.”
I giggle, standing to my feet. He places his hands on my shoulders and spins me around. He works the zipper down, and the dress drops to my ankles. The heat of his body sends a shiver down my spine.
And I catch my breath as his fingertips run along my skin.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” The words come out clumsy, but he doesn’t miss a beat, unhooking my bra as he plants a kiss on my shoulder. His hands guide my bra down my arms, and as it drops to the floor, he spins me back around to face him.
Beck holds my eyes for a moment and then takes in my breasts. “Fuck me. You just keep getting better and better.” He leans down and threads an arm around my waist, hoisting me up, and letting my legs wrap around him. His cock presses against my pussy, and I instantly lose it.
And start grinding against him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, spinning us around and gently placing me back down on the bed. He lands skillfully between my legs and uses his muscular quads to push me back further on the bed, as his mouth finds mine again.
We grind against each other as we get lost in a kiss, our hands brushing across each other’s skin.
Beck lets out a heavy breath as he trails away from my mouth, working his way down my neck, his hands on my breasts. He palms them as he continues lower, pausing only to suck my nipples for a few seconds.
“I need to taste you, Maddy,” he growls into my stomach, still kissing his way down. I squirm against him as his teeth latch onto the hem of my panties, pulling at them.
It’s so insane, how fucking slow he’s going.
I try to help him, pushing my white lace underwear down, but he swats my hand away.
“Don’t rush it, Maddy. Just lie back and enjoy the attention. Let me take my time with you.”
I release a groan that sounds so pathetic.
But Beck only chuckles at me, still taking his sweet time. Finally, a blast of cool air hits my wetness as Beck moves my panties to the side, and I gasp. He then pulls them off me fully. He kisses my inner thigh and then stops, peering up at me.
“Fuck the guy who gave this up,” Beck growls. “You’re gorgeous, Maddy.”
My lips part, but before I can say anything, he buries his face between my legs, his tongue everywhere all at once.
I gasp for air, my back naturally arching as his lips pull at my clit.
One of his hands squeezes my thigh, while the other slips up my body to grip my breast. I grind against his face, my eyes closing as I chase the pleasure building between my legs.
Whimpers and gasps slip from my lips as Beck stays consistent, building his pace to give me exactly what I need. He’s so fucking skilled, it should be a sin.
And Wes definitely never did this.
But the thought comes and goes, just as the final wave of arousal blasts over me, and I come hard, and then Beck drags it out, his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Holy fucking shit,” I cry out, my fingers fisting a handful of his hair. I can barely breathe as the orgasm rages through me, and Beck groans against me, lapping it up.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my pussy as he pulls away from between my legs. I force my hands to let him free and watch with a heaving chest as he slides his boxers off.
His engorged cock is oozing precum into the condom he stretches over it, and he strokes it a few times as he lines up to my entrance. He shifts his gaze to meet mine as he presses into me.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he rasps, as I nearly close them at the sensation. “I wanna fuck you with those baby blues where they belong.”
His words leave me in some sort of weird trance, as his hips start pumping against mine, filling me over and over. My head still buzzes from the alcohol, and I let myself get lost in the haze of this god of a man fucking Wes right out of my system.
Beck has an iron grip on my hips as he thrusts, and he holds me down while he rails me over and over—until he finally explodes inside of me. He leans over me then, kissing my lips with a gentleness he absolutely did not fuck me with.
“How was your orgasm on a scale of one to ten?”
My eyes go wide, and I nearly laugh. “Oh my god, are you taking a survey or something?”
He pulls out and drops down beside me. “I like to make sure I leave my customers completely satisfied.”
I can’t help but giggle at the goofy grin on his face, his hair disheveled from my hands running through it. “I was satisfied. Thank you, sir.”
“Good.” He then slings an arm heavy over my stomach and grabs the remote, turning on the TV. He flips through the channels until he stumbles across a romcom that I don’t recognize.
And don’t watch tonight either, thanks to my heavy eyelids.
When they flutter back open, Beck’s breaths have turned to a light snore and the city outside is still lit up like a pinball machine. A burst of panic surges through my chest, as I mentally recall what I’ve done.
I need to get out of here.
I slip out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and start collecting my dress and shoes. For a second, I consider leaving a note but then shake my head. That is not what you do after a random hookup, I’m pretty sure.
I flip through my phone, which is a total mess of notifications from Riley and Wes. I cringe at them and schedule an Uber home.
As I shove my phone back in my purse, I pause at the door, looking back at the bed. Beck is sprawled out, one arm where I used to be, mouth open a little.
He looks content. And so freaking hot I want to crawl back in bed with him.
I consider taking a picture just to prove I actually hooked up with that. But then opt out of being a total creep.
So, I slip into the hallway, shoes in hand, and tiptoe down the hallway like a thief. By the time I hit the lobby, the sun is just starting to come up. I walk out onto the sidewalk, spotting my Uber already waiting for me.
Twenty-four hours ago, I never would’ve imagined my day starting this way. But as I climb into the Uber, all I can think about is Beck’s face between my thighs.
What a fucking plot twist.