Chapter 56
VINNY
I walk across town slowly, even as the storm rolls in, and rain starts to pelt down on me.
It’s freezing cold, but it’s welcomed. It’s refreshing, like I’m washing away the bad and letting the good back in.
The sky has turned a dark grey that blocks the sun and makes it feel later than it is, and even without the rain, the thunder overhead would be enough to clear the trees of birds.
Lightning splits the sky in two, and the rain comes down harder, soaking me as I walk down the middle of the road slowly. My body is freezing, and every drop of rain feels like a pellet of ice hitting my tender skin.
Since Beckham hasn’t returned to school either, he’s not staying at the dorms anymore, turning what would’ve been a short walk into a much longer, wetter one.
When I reach his house, I’m drenched to the point my hair and clothes are all dripping, my eyes blurry from the rain, and my teeth chattering from the cold. Wrapping my arms around myself, I make it to the front door and hit the doorbell with my shoulder.
Beckham opens the front door a moment later. “Oh my god! What are you doing? You’re going to freeze to death, get in here!”
He holds the door open, ushering me inside, and I shiver as I step into the house. I’m thankful he typically runs cold, because his heat is on inside, and it feels good against my cold face.
“Stay there,” Beckham says, shuffling quickly through the house. When he comes back, he throws a towel at me, and I wrap it around my shoulders. “What’re you doing here, V?”
“I miss you.” My teeth chatter as I wipe the towel over my face. “I needed to see you.”
He sighs, looking off into the distance. “Vinny–”
“I know, you hate me, I know,” I say, cutting him off. “But I fucking love you, Beckham Bentley, and I can’t stay away anymore. I need you.”
Beckham’s mouth pulls down into a frown, and he presses his eyes closed. “You really fucking hurt me.”
“I know,” I say in a rush, and he looks at me with searing anger in his eyes.
“How am I supposed to forgive you?”
“You just are,” I answer, swallowing roughly.
“Because I love you, and you love me, and we’re meant to be together.
We’re meant to use each other for strength right now, because we lost our girl, and we can’t just let everything go that we’ve built together.
You’re my best friend, my soulmate, my whole life, and without you, I have no one else.
Without you, I don’t want anyone else. Because you are my world. ”
His gaze slowly lifts to mine, and as I find tears in his deep-blue eyes, I realize my chest is heaving. He moves toward me, his hands sliding into my wet hair and squeezing. He doesn’t do anything else, though, still scared and hurt.
I drop my eyes closed, breathing through my lips as I whisper. “I love you, Beckham. I’m so sorry for everything I did. I’ll never fucking hurt you again, baby...”
His mouth finds mine, pressing softly, and I freeze in place.
He hesitates at first, nipping my bottom lip a few times before he uses more pressure and kisses me harder.
When his tongue slides against mine, I grab his sides and squeeze his shirt between my fingers as I moan.
His hand goes around my jaw, and he turns my head so he can deepen our kiss, then he’s feasting on my lips like he’s been starving, like the time we spent apart turned him ravenous and malnourished for my kiss.
Groaning deep in his throat, his tongue plays with mine as he grabs me by the shirt.
As he pulls back, he looks me up and down. “C’mon, let’s get you outta these freezing clothes.”
Nodding, I let him grab my hand and drag me through the house into the bathroom. He turns on the water, then pulls the shower curtain straight before looking back at me. As Beckham prowls closer, he smiles.
Fuck, I’ve missed seeing that smile.
Beckham unbuttons my shirt slowly, his eyes locked on mine, making my heart race. When he’s undone the last button, he slides his hands under the fabric and pushes it over my shoulders and down my arms until it falls to the ground.
Before I can reach for him, he drops to a crouch and starts to unlace my sneakers, then he looks up at me as he pats my foot. “Up.”
I lift my feet one by one so he can pull off my shoes and socks, then he reaches for the button on my jeans and unfastens it.
My cock thickens and hardens as he drags the zipper down, then he’s yanking the denim over my hips.
My cock pushes on the thin material of my boxers, and Beck’s eyes flick back up to mine as he pulls on the waistband of my underwear and lowers them down to my knees with my jeans.
Before he continues, he licks a line up my shaft, then suctions around the head of my cock, making me hiss between my teeth. “Becks.”
His eyes are still on me, even as he slides down on my cock and swallows me whole, and I thread my fingers into the back of his curly hair. Moaning as he bobs his head, he grabs my balls and rolls them in one hand.
“Fuck, B,” I moan, my head dropping back as ecstasy covers my vision.
He can read my body better than anyone, so when I thrust my hips against his mouth, he knows that I’m chasing my release, and he pulls away. Groaning, I squeeze his hair.
“Not yet,” he says, pushing my jeans and underwear down over my knees to my ankles, then he lets me step out of them before he stands up and yanks his shirt over his head. “Get in the shower.”
I nod, grabbing his sweatpants and yanking them down until he can step out of them, too, then I follow him into the hot spray, pulling the shower curtain back into place behind us.
Threading his hands into my hair, he leans my head back as he massages my scalp. “Are you warming up, baby?”
I grin, looking at him under heavy eyelids. “Definitely.”
Chuckling, he grabs a bottle of shampoo and squeezes some onto his palm, then he massages it into my hair. My cock is pulsing with pleasure, precum coating the head and growing messy as he teases me with his touch.
After he’s rinsed my hair, he grabs the conditioner and squeezes some into his palm. His gaze finds mine, then he grins. “Turn around.”
I watch as he uses the conditioner to make his cock slippery, then I turn around quickly and brace myself against the wall, arching my back and looking over my shoulder as water rains down on my backside.
His eyes darken as he grips himself roughly and positions the head of his cock at my asshole. “Take a breath, baby.”
I do as he says, breathing in, and then as I blow out, he slides into my ass slowly.
“Fuck!” I slap my palm down on the tiled wall, pushing back against him so he presses in farther.
Beckham’s hands grab my hips, then he kisses a line up my spine until he’s at the back of my neck. “I love you, Vincent.”
I moan at the sound of those words from his lips, grinding my ass against him. My voice is an indistinguishable noise that’s mainly moans and breathy pleas. “I love you so much.”
His hand glides up my side, over my shoulders and into my hair, then he grips the strands and yanks, pulling my head back as he starts to thrust his hips with more force.
“Fuck!” I yell again, feeling him stretch me from behind as his cock strokes against my prostate again and again.
He moans, his free hand reaching around and grabbing my pulsing cock, and it only takes three swipes of his fist before I’m coming, shooting my load onto the wall and floor, yelling and pounding my hand against the tiles.
“God, your fucking ass is so tight, baby. I’m gonna come. Do you want it?” he groans, and I’m blinded by my orgasm, so my answer is an unintelligible set of moans that has him pounding into me harder.
“Take it, take it, take it,” Beckham chants, spreading my ass cheeks and slamming into me through his climax, his cock filling me with his seed as he does. “There you go, take it.”
I feel his cock start to soften as he shoots the last of his release deep inside of me, then he’s pulling out and falling to his knees behind me.
“Can you come again for me, baby?” he asks, then he slides his tongue into my ass, his palms spreading me wide.
“Becks…” I moan, my whole body shivering at the sensation. Grinding my ass against his tongue, my cock fills with blood again as he starts to slurp down his own release.
Pulling back, he uses his hands to spin me around, then he’s sliding down my cock until I’m hitting the back of his throat.
I shout, the sensation too much and not enough and exactly perfect all at once as he bobs his head and gags around me.
My hands slide into his hair so I can hold him in place as I thrust my hips against him, my cock slamming into the back of his throat over and over, until a few minutes later, I’m exploding, shouting his name as my eyes water from pleasure and relief.
Later that night, Beckham and I are woken up by a loud bang on his bedroom window. The rain is still pelting down in sheets, thunder shaking the sky. As we both wipe sleep from our eyes, we sit up in bed and look at each other through the darkness.
Another bang on the window makes me jump, and Beckham jumps up to walk across the room. When he pulls the curtain back, Kaiden’s face comes into view. Unlocking the window, he lifts it so Kai can climb through.
“What’s with you two? You’re going to catch a fucking cold,” Beckham shouts.
Kai shakes his head as he steps into the room, kicking off his soaked shoes and ripping his shirt over his head. “You got a towel?”
Beckham laughs as he walks to where we left one of our towels from our shower earlier on the ground, then he throws it to Kai, who’s stripping out of the rest of his soaking wet clothes.
Walking back to the window, Beckham slams it closed as I shuffle back in bed, putting the blankets over my naked lower half. “What are you doing here, Kai?”
“You guys didn’t answer your phones, and this couldn’t wait,” he breathes, using the towel to dry his hair. It’s then I start to worry that something’s really wrong, wrong enough that he had to trek through the cold storm to talk to us in the middle of the night.
“What’s the matter?” Becks asks, sitting back down in bed as palpable fear passes over his features. “What happened?”
“Someone murdered Sage’s grandmother tonight,” Kaiden says, eyes distant, and my heart stops.
“What…?” Beckham sucks in a breath, his whole body going still at my side.
I’ve stopped breathing altogether, though, my mouth falling open as shock runs through me, and I try to speak. Nothing comes out as I just stare at Kai in disbelief, even as he continues.
“They think it’s the same person who killed Sage. Someone trying to wipe out the whole family, maybe,” Kai says, and I shake my head, finally finding words.
“Sage’s grandmother isn’t a Blackmore, though. She’s a Spencer. What’s the point in killing her?”
“What’s the point in killing Sage?” Kai asks, and it’s a good point. It’s not like anyone would’ve had a reason to kill our girl. She had just moved here; no one knew her.
Kai slips his boxers off, then wraps the towel around his waist before he comes to sit down in bed with us. “What the fuck is going on? That’s what I want to know. Who killed Sage, and who killed Joyce, and who’s next?”
“Who’s next?!” Beckham asks, scooting toward me an inch without realizing it. “You think someone else is going to get murdered? Like we have a serial killer or something?”
“We need to look at this logically,” Kai says, sighing. “Sage gets killed and Beckham gets blamed. Now Joyce has been killed—Sage’s grandmother. Maybe it has to do with the Hallows Games? Maybe someone’s wiping out anyone who has anything to do with the Games and the Blackmores.”
My brow furrows, eyes narrowing. “Which would mean we would be next.”
“That’s my theory,” Kai says, and Beckham scoffs.
“It’s a stretch, an assumption. You don’t actually know what the fuck is going on,” Becks says as he shakes his head. In a bit of denial, I think.
“That’s why I said theory,” Kai snaps, giving Beckham a dirty look.
“Okay.” I cut off the argument between them before it can begin. “We can’t do anything right now, so let’s sleep on this information, then start fresh tomorrow.”
They both nod, and I stand up to grab Kai a pair of sweatpants from one of the drawers in Becks’s dresser. Throwing it at him, I sigh. “Put some pants on and lie down.”
As Kai stands up and slips the sweatpants on, Becks gives me a look that tells me he’s scared and tired, and I think if one more fucked-up thing happens, he might completely lose it.
Sliding back into bed, I curl around Becks and kiss his forehead. “We’ll get it all figured out, baby. I promise.”