Sixteen
Beckett
S adie is the most beautiful woman here.
I knew she was stunning before tonight. That wasn’t new. But this—the way she moves in that black dress, the slit teasing just enough skin to drive me mad, the way her hair spills down her back in those soft curls—this is something else entirely.
Sultry. Sophisticated. Sexy.
And somehow still entirely Sadie.
Half the room can’t stop staring. The other half is pretending they aren’t.
I’ve shaken more hands than I can count tonight, men who glanced at her twice before even saying hello.
But she held her own, never once flinching.
When people stopped to compliment her work on the auction, she smiled graciously and deflected with humor and ease.
It’s like she’s used to being in the spotlight, even when I know she isn’t.
I’m not an insecure man, but damn if I don’t feel like I’m walking around with a crown jewel on my arm.
And the best part?
She has no idea what kind of power she holds.
Dinner’s long over now, the wine has mostly disappeared, and the band has transitioned into a sultry version of an old jazz standard. The lights dim to shift the mood. The dance floor is filling.
I lean toward her. “Dance with me.”
She looks up, the softest question in her eyes. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.” I offer my hand. “Please.”
She hesitates for half a heartbeat, and then slides her fingers into mine. They’re warm and sure, and I swear my pulse jumps at the contact.
I lead her to the floor, anchoring a hand at the small of her back. Her body settles easily against mine, like this is where she’s always belonged. Her eyes focus on my chest, then move up to my face, and everything inside me goes still.
“I’m the envy of every man in this room,” I murmur near her ear.
She lets out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t say that…”
“I mean it.” I lean back to catch her eyes. “You blew me away tonight.”
Her cheeks flush. That same blush that made me say things I’m still thinking about. I’d love to see where it goes . Still true. Maybe more so now.
We fall into a slow rhythm. One song blends into another. Her head tips closer, and for a few minutes the excitement of the event—the buzz, the noise, the pressure—fades out. It’s just her, warm in my arms, glowing under the lights.
When the music winds down, my mother steps back up to the microphone with her signature charm and commanding presence.
“I want to thank everyone who made tonight possible,” she says.
“Our donors, our volunteers, and our auction coordinators…especially Sadie Calloway, who took a short list for the silent auction and tripled the donations.” She gestures toward us, and Sadie stiffens slightly, then smiles as polite applause fills the room.
“Before you go, just a quick reminder,” Mom continues. “We take cash, credit cards, and checks. Yes, those still exist. Don’t let your silent auction winnings sit lonely and unclaimed!”
Everyone laughs, and soon the cashiers are doing a brisk business.
As we file out of the ballroom, it takes forever to reach the door. I have my auction confirmations in hand—several trips I probably won’t take but bid on anyway.
Sadie glances at the paperwork. “You won more than a few of those.”
“Yeah,” I say, holding the door for her. “Looks like I did. I got it all paid for and told Mom to just get them to her house, and I’ll go through them there.”
When we get to the limo, the driver is already waiting. Sadie slides in, her dress shifting with the motion, and I follow, settling beside her as the door shuts and the hotel disappears behind us.
“So,” she says cautiously, looking at the list in my lap. “When are you going to find time to go on all those trips?”
I glance over. “They’re not for me.”
She looks up sharply. “What do you mean?”
“I bought them for you and Rosie, so you can check some things off her bucket list.”
Her eyes widen. “Beckett, no. I can’t—”
“You can,” I say simply.
She shakes her head. “That’s—that’s too much. I can’t accept that.”
I shrug. “We’ll see.”
Silence falls between us, but it’s not awkward.
It’s charged. We’re not touching, but I can feel her like a live wire, every shift of fabric, every breath.
Her thigh is inches from mine, the slit in her dress still dangerously high.
Her perfume encircles me—subtle, warm, something like vanilla and summer heat—making it nearly impossible to think straight.
The city races past the windows. The driver says nothing, and the hum of the engine is the only sound. I can’t look away from her.
The car drops us at my house, and the door clicks shut, leaving the night outside. I feel every breath she takes, every movement.
“Beckett,” she whispers, and her voice fills my ears like a melody I’ve forgotten but longed to hear. It’s both a plea and a challenge.
“You are such a tease in this dress.” I close the space between us and grip her waist, pulling her tight against me.
Her body is hot, lighting up every part of me.
I pause just long enough to take her in—hair a little messy and wild, eyes burning with nerves and something bold and hungry.
The pull between us has always been strong, but right now, it’s like a fuse ready to blow. And I want the spark.
Before I can think, my lips are on hers.
The kiss starts rough—full of want—then slows, turning deep and hot, like it’s been building for years.
Our mouths move together like they already know the way, each touch electric.
Her tongue slides against mine, and I lose myself in the way she tastes—sweet, with a hint of fire.
She pulls back, and I see mischief dancing in her eyes.
She slides off my jacket, her fingers brushing my skin.
It hits the floor with a soft thud, and I laugh, the tension breaking for a second.
But it doesn’t last. She moves to my shirt, unbuttoning slowly, each touch a jolt, a promise of everything we’re about to become.
In one swift motion, I unzip the back of her dress, and the fabric piles at her feet.
My breath hitches as I look over her body, clad only in a delicate thong and those incredible stiletto sandals that elongate her legs in the most breathtaking way.
The sight before me is intoxicating, but the weight of this moment makes me hesitate.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask. I need to hear her say it, to know she’s ready for this leap, to grasp the gravity of our choices.
She nods, steady and sure, and it sets my pulse racing. I lift her into my arms, and she laughs, light and breathless. She fits against me like she belongs there, and I take the stairs without thinking, my mind full of everything that could happen next.
When we reach her room, it feels different. I set her gently on the bed, my fingers brushing her soft skin as I fumble with my shirt. I need it off. I need nothing between us. The fabric clings, and I rush to pull it away.
When I finally get it off, my heart pounds. I meet her eyes, hoping she sees there’s more than heat driving this. It’s trust. “If it ever feels like too much,” I tell her, “just say the word. I’ll stop. I promise.”
She holds my gaze. We’re choosing to step into something real, no matter how messy it might be.
And I can’t wait any longer.
I kneel on the bed, my eyes locked on hers as I kiss my way down her body.
Reaching the waistband of her thong, I take my time teasing her, tracing patterns along her stomach before slipping my hands around her hips to remove the final barrier.
I groan at the sight of her, soaked and swollen for me.
“God,” I breathe against her skin, “You’re so wet. ”
Her cheeks flush scarlet, but she doesn’t deny it.
Instead, she tangles her fingers in the sheets above her head, gripping them tightly as I explore her folds with one hand, stroking and teasing each sensitive spot.
She arches her back in response, a quiet moan escaping her full lips.
Emboldened by her reaction, I slide two fingers inside of her, reveling in the heat and wetness that greets me.
Her muscles clench around me, but instead of crying out, she moans, pushing herself against me.
“Beckett,” she whimpers, a desperate edge in her voice. Using my free hand, I spank her swollen clit.
Every part of me craves her, and I can’t resist any longer. I remove my boxers in record time, my dick at full attention. I give it a hard pull .
Sadie meets my gaze, her eyes glossy with pleasure. “Beckett…” she whispers, breathless and glowing, yet still draped in vulnerability that tugs at my heart. “I want you inside me.”
I have no idea how I’m going to face her brother after this. But all I care about is being with her, over and over.
My body’s shaking from how much I want her. I break long enough to race to my bedroom, my heart pounding as I grab a condom. Every nerve in me is lit up, and the feel of it sends a jolt through me.
Sadie watches, her eyes wide. “I’ve never seen anything like that before,” she breathes, her cheeks flushing even deeper. “That’s…definitely the biggest.”
Her honesty is a lightning bolt, and a playful grin breaks across my face. I stroke my cock slowly, savoring the tension in the air, cradling my balls with my other hand. “Well,” I say, voice low and teasing, “just wait until you see what it can do.”
That playful look flashes in her eyes as she bites her lip.
“Are you sure?” I ask again, but my heart already knows the answer. The way she nods, resolute yet a bit shy, tells me everything I need to know.
I position myself at her entrance, and my breath hitches as I feel her warmth surround me. I push inside, and the feeling is unreal. Her body pulls me in like a warm, welcome embrace. It’s everything. Every part of her surrounds me, causing sparks in places I didn’t even know could burn.