Chapter 18 - Beckham
BECKHAM
Icould still smell Parker in the hallway when I left my room shortly after our run-in. I’d pinched myself just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming, because no amount of time in her presence would convince me this was real. That I was this lucky to have her back in Bell Buckle.
She was making me crazy, yet I didn’t want her anywhere else but here.
Sure, maybe I had to lock my door at night to stop me from crossing the hall and reminding her how good we were together.
And maybe I regularly jacked off in the shower solely to alleviate the pain she was putting me through. But that didn’t mean I wanted her gone.
I only wanted the invisible line between us to disappear.
For her to give in like I wanted to.
What were we waiting for? Parker and I were written in the goddamn stars, and here she was sleeping in an entirely separate room.
That reason alone was why I was currently up for the second time tonight, refilling my reusable bottle with ice-cold water.
I’d had to have chugged more than a gallon over the last couple of hours in an attempt to distract myself from the idea of barging into her room and telling her she was never leaving again.
Being in such close proximity to her earlier had not been a smart move—I could admit that.
All it’d done was dig up the memory of her little gasps when I touched her body.
The sight of her mouth had me remembering her lips parting when she came.
The scent of her dredged up how she’d coat my sheets and old shirts for weeks.
Parker was everywhere then, and she was everywhere now.
After taking the biggest swig known to mankind and capping my water bottle, I headed back down the hall, clicking off the kitchen light on my way. My hand had just closed around the knob on my bedroom door when I paused at the sound coming from behind Parker’s door.
A gasp echoed in the still night, causing me to set my bottle on the floor and cross the hall. I leaned an ear against her door—to make sure she was okay, of course—and waited. Seconds later, another gasp, this one louder and a bit quicker.
Without thinking, I tried the handle, and when it turned, I shoved open the door. My feet moved three steps before I stopped. And nearly fell.
Parker shot up in bed, the blanket grasped to her chest. “Beckham!”
“Are you okay? Were you having a nightmare?” My eyes scanned her for any signs of distress, and when they found her other arm was hidden beneath the blanket, I choked. “Were you…?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
My cheeks lit up like fire. “Oh.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what I knew was under the blankets. Her hand, right between those legs I knew so well. Did she have a toy? Why did I want to find out?
“Do you need help?” I croaked.
Her jaw nearly unhinged itself as her eyes widened. She snapped her mouth closed before wiping the look of shock off her face.
“I think I can do this by myself.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just better at it.”
Her brows shot up.
“Don’t you remember, Park?” I asked, my voice taking on a husky, raspy edge.
Her throat bobbed on a swallow, her lashes fluttering.
The corner of my mouth hitched up. “You do.”
My feet began moving, and I nearly forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt. My gray sweats hung low, and without the presence of underwear, I was certain my erection was no secret.
I reached the side of the bed, sliding a finger along the comforter. Parker looked at me through hooded eyes as I wrapped my fingers around the edge.
“Do you still like being played with?”
“Beckham.” Her voice was a warning and a plea.
I began slipping the blanket over her legs, exposing her bare thighs to me. She wore an oversized T-shirt, but with what she’d been doing moments ago, the hem was up past her hips.
As soon as the blanket exposed her, her breath hitched. I think mine stopped altogether.
But I didn’t look. Not yet. Instead, I used my other hand to tip her chin up. Her lips parted as I leaned closer, all while my fingers released the comforter and slid up her smooth inner thigh.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured.
Not a single sound passed those plump lips.
“Tell me you don’t want my help getting you off.”
This time, she let out a soft, barely audible moan. Her head tilted back more, our noses nearly touching now.
“Tell me, Parker.”
Her eyes moved between mine. “Don’t kiss me.”
My forehead creased in question.
“Kissing is too much, Beckham,” she admitted, quieter this time.
“Is this too much?” My hand bumped hers out of the way, and I fucking whimpered when I felt how wet she was.
She’d dragged her hand up to her clit while playing with herself, so I did the same.
My pointer finger circled the rim of her entrance before sliding up the center of her pussy.
As soon as I reached her clit, she was gasping.
“No,” she panted, utterly breathless. Breathtaking. All of it.
Fuck.
“You’re telling me I can touch you?” I clarified. If she didn’t want this—want me—I’d stop. I’d lose my mind doing it, but I would.
She nodded.
“I need your words, Parker.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
With her permission, I began circling her bundle of nerves slowly, carefully at first before adding more pressure.
I wanted so badly to refresh my mind of the sight of her writhing beneath me, but I didn’t want this to end.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment driving her to wanting my hands on her, and if that was the case, I wanted to savor this moment and not miss a damn second of it.
So many things had been swiped out from underneath me in an instant—the body of a horse, the love of my life, my best friend. I couldn’t let this be one of them.
I’d worship her for hours if she’d let me. Teeter her on the edge only to bring her back down, over and over again.
Her eyelids fluttered closed for the briefest moment, lips parted, and a moan stuck in her throat before she pinned her eyes back on me. She looked wild and ravenous, and I wondered if she thought of our past as often as I did.
I braced my other hand beside her head, gaze roaming down every inch of her body until it stopped where my fingers disappeared between her legs.
She bent her knees slightly when she realized where I was looking, her thighs trying to press together.
“I-I have stretch marks now—”
My eyes flew to hers as my fingers stilled. “Don’t hide from me.”
Her lashes fluttered while those cheeks turned more rosy than before. “I just… I don’t look the same.”
“You think I do?”
She stared at me, seemingly speechless, so I reluctantly removed my hand to grab the waistband of my sweats. I tugged them down, exposing my hip bone farther, all the way, until the side of my thigh was showing. The gnarly scar was on full display.
She inhaled sharply before shoving up on her elbows. “What happened?”
“Was helping some buddies corral a loose bull. He charged me, sliced his horn right into my leg.”
So much concern shined in her eyes. Did things like this happen to her when she was gone? Had she been injured, and I’d been clueless?
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I shook my head, readjusting my sweats before leaning back into her space. “I didn’t show you to get your sorrow. I showed you because I want you to know that time changes us. You’re not judging me for that scar, are you?”
She shook her head. “I would never.”
“I lo—” I cleared my throat and set a palm over her bare thigh, erasing the word I was about to say from my vocabulary.
“I like your body because I like you, Parker. It’s not one or the other.
And these marks?” I squeezed her leg before climbing onto the bed and situating myself between her legs.
“I’m obsessed with them because they’re you. ”
I couldn’t help myself—not even her no kissing rule could stop me—as I dragged my tongue along her inner thigh.
Her little gasp, combined with the squirm of her body, had me pressing a hand to her belly on instinct to hold her in place.
For the briefest moment, I froze. And then the feral need to make Parker feel like she was caught in the goddamn clouds took over, and my other hand moved.
Two fingers slid inside her, and she arched her back.
I looked up to find her mouth parted while she watched me.
“Can I kiss you here?” I murmured, flattening my tongue against her pussy.
She hurriedly nodded, a breathy “yes” slipping out.
“What about here?” I circled her entrance.
Another desperate nod. “Yes. God, please.”
“And here?” I finally brought the pad of my tongue to her clit, and she arched farther toward me.
“Beckham.”
“Yes, Parker?”
“Just fucking touch me already.”
The corner of my mouth twitched with a smile knowing Parker Summerhill was begging for me. Almost ten years later, this hadn’t changed.
“If you insist.” My lips pressed to her clit and I sucked the bundle into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned louder this time, hands gripping the sheets before she brought them to my head and weaved her fingers into my hair.
“Your mustache—” she choked out.
I popped my mouth off her clit. “What about it, Park?”
Her head was resting back, her eyes closed like she was in heaven. “It feels so fucking good on my skin.”
“You should have told me sooner.” I lowered my mouth to her again, tongue dragging along her pussy before I found her entrance. I spit on her, and the gasp it elicited blended with her next moan.
I sat up on my knees, her hands skating down my chest, nails leaving marks behind.
My fingers never left her, and I watched as she writhed because of my touch.
I rooted myself in this moment and swore to never forget it as I watched her fingers tangle in the sheets, tugging and threatening to tear the fabric.
I slid two fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, knowing it was making her ache for more. Even when she came, I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. Touching Parker was addicting, and forcing myself to part from her would be punishing.
“Beckham,” she pleaded.
I’d missed my name coming out of those pretty lips like she couldn’t get enough of me.
I quickened my pace and added a third finger, dropping my gaze to watch as I fucked her with my hand. She was so fucking wet, her pussy glistening in the gold light of the bedside lamp. I crooked the ends of my fingers in a beckoning motion, and she arched her back farther.
“You still like that,” I murmured, a bead of sweat sliding down my forehead. I wasn’t overextending myself in any way, but fuck, she made me hot.
“Yes,” she panted.
I shoved in as far as I could, bending my fingers farther, and stroked that sweet spot deep inside her. The moan that erupted out of her was enough to have me going over the edge.
I shifted, my dick rubbing against the stretched fabric of my sweats. My hand shot out to the mattress to hold myself up. Parker hadn’t noticed, not with her eyes shut.
“Look at me.”
Her lids flew open and she met my heavy gaze. I shifted my hand, pressing the pad of my thumb to her clit.
That crease in her forehead deepened, her mouth parting farther. My other hand moved to grip her thigh, needing her to ground me before I lost it.
In seconds, she was clenching around me and throwing her head back. The sight of her was intoxicating, and when I shifted forward again, I knew there was no stopping it. Not with Parker unraveling because of me.
With her moans still echoing in the air, I loosened what little control I still had and came. I bent forward slightly, hanging my head as I tried to stifle my quickening breaths. My eyes pinched shut, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.
I was coming in my goddamn pants, and she hadn’t even touched me.
As her breathing settled, I forced myself to slide my fingers from her. I trailed the tip of my pointer down her inner thigh, painting a B into her delicate skin.
One glance down revealed evidence of what I’d done. How utterly feral she made me.
Internally, I cursed.
“What’s wrong?”
Her small voice had me moving my attention back to her, where she was now perched on her elbows and looking utterly spent.
I opened my mouth to tell her nothing was wrong, because really, nothing could be in this moment, but then her eyes fell to my lap.
Her brows rose. “Did you…?”
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair before dragging it over my mustache. I could still taste her sweetness there. “I did.”
The room was silent before she moved into a sitting position, pulling the blanket over her lap. The knowledge of that secret B still staining her skin had me hard all over again.
“Beck—”
“Don’t say that was a mistake,” I begged. I couldn’t handle it if she did.
Her lips smacked shut before she went on. “I wasn’t going to.”
I gave her an incredulous look.
“If this is going to become some sort of habit between us…” she went on. The flush of her cheeks was still bright and distracting, but I forced my brain to focus. “We have to set boundaries.”
I choked. “Boundaries?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
“You want to tell me not to touch you? Pass.”
She frowned. “Not like that, Beckham.”
“You can’t establish rules between us while you’re not wearing any pants.”
She crossed her arms, trying to look tough, but all it did was make me smile. “Maybe we can discuss this tomorrow, then. Besides, I can’t focus either when all I can think about is licking your cum off your thighs.”
Air caught in my throat and my eyes turned watery as I sputtered a cough.
She smirked, like her plan had worked.
“Fine. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss this.” I held up my fingers and slid them in my mouth. My tongue lapped up the remnants of her before I pulled them out with a pop and aimed them her way. “But mark my words, Parker. You’re not depriving me of this again.”
She rolled her eyes, her teasing clear on her face. “We’ll see.”
I shoved to a stand, planting my hands on my hips. Her eyes dipped to the impression of my hard dick through my sweatpants—and the wet spot that had formed there—before meeting my stare.
“It’s bedtime, Parker.”
“Is it?”
My brows lowered. “Test me tonight, and see just how much of a rule follower I am.”
“We haven’t established any yet,” she said.
“You said no kissing. Or have you forgotten?”
She plopped back on her pillows with a huff. Maybe she was as opposed to boundaries between us as I was. But if she thought it was best, I’d play along. I’d test her every second of our time together, but I could feign obedience.
For now.
“Goodnight, Park.”
“Goodnight, Beck.”
But I didn’t sleep after I left her room. Not until I came all over again in my shower, only the thought of her beneath me spurring me forward. I dreamed of her, too.
Dreamed of breaking every little rule she thought she could put between us.