Chapter Fourteen – Avery
Chapter Fourteen
AVERY
I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to avoid my parents when I got home, but they weren’t waiting for me. Dropping my mom’s keys in the bowl by the door, I quickly raced upstairs, quietly shut my bedroom door, then slid down it until my ass hit the floor.
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I giggled like a damn little girl. My fingers came up to my mouth, which was still swollen from Beck’s kisses. I dropped my head against the door and exhaled.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, as my body still felt like it was humming from the most amazing orgasm of my life.
My mind went over everything that had happened earlier. From his touch, to his kisses, to the way he rocked into me.
I chewed on my lower lip as his words replayed in my mind.
“I keep telling myself I need to stay away from you, to leave you alone, but I can’t. Last night, I dreamed about you. I think about you all day, and I want to sink myself into your body when I think about you at night.”
Even after the orgasm, I still felt like I needed a release. Moving my hands over my breasts, I gasped at the memory of his finger pinching my nipple when my palm grazed over it. The way he said he wanted to hear me say his name when I came.
“Oh my God,” I said as I dropped my legs out in front of me. “What are you doing to me, Beck Dahlstrom? What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?”
After sitting on the floor of my bedroom for entirely too long, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t want to shower because I could still smell Beck on my body. I made a mental note to buy the cologne he wears just so I could smell it. I brushed my teeth, pulled my hair up into a pony, then changed into sweats and a long-sleeve shirt.
Plugging my phone into the charger on the bedside table, I drew the covers back and crawled into bed. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to forget about Beck. It was easier said than done.
Just as I was falling to sleep, my cell buzzed with a notification.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I reached in the dark for my phone. I’d forgotten to text Lacey that I was home. After living in France for the last few years and really not having to answer to anyone, it was proving hard for me to alter my habits.
Swiping my phone, I blinked several times to let my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. It wasn’t Lacey who’d texted me, but Beck. I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.
Beck: Are you asleep?
My heart started to race as I considered whether to answer him or make him wait until tomorrow morning. When my fingers started to type, I laughed.
Me: I was starting to drift, but you woke me up.
I watched as the dots moved in the little bubble, smiling. I liked that Beck was thinking about me.
Beck: I’m sorry. So I shouldn’t mention I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about you.
Giggling, I quickly typed back my reply.
Me: You’re thinking about me, huh? Are you touching yourself?
I closed my eyes. “Avery, did you really just type that?”
Beck: I can be, if you want to.
“Holy hell.” I nearly dropped my phone. Could I do this? If things went well, this might be the only sex I’d be getting once Beck went back to Texas.
Chewing on my thumbnail, I decided to go for it. Instead of texting him, I hit his number. It only rang once.
“Avery.”
The sound of my name from his mouth caused my insides to tremble. “Beck.”
“Are you calling me for phone sex?”
I suddenly felt like a little girl, excited to be getting a new toy to play with.
“Considering I’ve never had phone sex before, it could be…fun. Have you?”
“Had phone sex?” he asked.
“Yes.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I silently prayed he would say no.
“I haven’t. I’m not sure how I feel about getting myself off in my newfound grandparents’ house.”
Laughing, I said, “Maybe you should look into that hotel you have sitting empty.”
I heard a low growl come from him. “We may have to swing by and make sure it’s okay.”
“So does this mean the age gap is no longer an issue?”
He let out a defeated-sounding breath. “Life is too short not to go after what you want.”
“I’m what you want?” I asked, feeling my cheeks heat.
“From the moment you first sat down next to me on the plane.”
My stomach dipped as if I was on a roller coaster. “I don’t suppose you’d want to come over and sneak into my room…”
Beck laughed. “I do not. I would like to live long enough to actually know what making love to you feels like.”
I swooned and placed my hand over my heart. “Are you touching yourself yet?”
“Avery, are you serious? Phone sex?”
“I’ll FaceTime you,” I quickly said, hanging up and calling him back before I lost my nerve. He answered, and I nearly let out a groan at how handsome he was.
“I pictured you as a flannel pants kind of guy. Are you?”
He turned the phone and pulled the covers back to reveal his naked body. But he went so fast, I hardly got a look at him.
“That’s not fair, Beck! I didn’t get to see.”
Grinning, he said, “I showed you what I sleep in. Your turn.”
I turned the phone around and swept it over my sweats and T-shirt. When I switched it back, he frowned.
“Seriously? You lived in France all those years and didn’t find yourself a decent piece of lingerie?”
Biting on my lip, I replied, “Oh, I have plenty of lingerie. Some from the finest designers in Europe. If I’d known you’d be calling for phone sex, I would have dressed appropriately.”
He laughed again. “I believe it was you who called me.”
“Hold on,” I said as I slid off the bed, set my phone up, and started to undress so he could see me.
“Avery,” he warned. “What are you…”
His voice trailed off when I pulled the T-shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts to him.
“Mother of all things,” he breathed.
“Are you touching yourself yet, Mr. Dahlstrom?”
He nodded.
Chewing on my lip, I debated my next move. I swallowed the lump in my throat and said in a raspy voice, “Show me.”
He tapped his phone and the camera turned. I watched as he gripped his hard erection and pumped his hand slowly over his shaft. He was big and thick, and my body pulsed between my legs.
“Your…turn…” he gasped out.
I pushed my sweats down, then removed the little purple lace panties beneath.
“Get into bed, Avery.” Grabbing the phone, I did as he said. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”
“Um…” I said as I looked down. “How do I do that, exactly?”
“Show me.”
“My…my vajayjay? You want me to put my phone…down there?”
His phone was still on his hand, moving over his dick. “Avery.”
His voice sounded so raw and hot. I drew in a breath and slowly moved the phone down my body. I spread my legs and heard him moan. The sound vibrated over my body.
“Touch. Yourself.”
Trying not to giggle, I glanced at my bedroom door. It was unlocked, but it was too late to get back up now, and I knew my parents would be asleep.
My hand traveled down my body, and when I slipped my finger inside myself, I gasped.
“Are you wet?” he whispered.
“Yes. I am,” I replied, adding another finger and moving my hand at the same rate as Beck’s.
“Jesus, Avery. I want to taste you.”
My head dropped back, and I moaned.
“Let me see your face. I want to see you when you come.”
Dropping my phone, I fumbled for it as I kept moving my hand. I could hear the wetness of his own arousal, and I knew if I touched my clit, I would explode.
I looked into my phone to see his face. He looked so fucking good. His eyes were dark with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but smile. Something inside me bubbled to the surface as I asked, “What are you thinking about?”
He gulped. “You. I’m picturing being inside of you. Touching your body as I learn what makes you feel good.”
I nodded. “I like that. I mean, I would like that.”
He managed a grin. “Your…turn.”
“Well, I’m picturing my fingers as your—”
A knock on my bedroom door had me letting out a small scream. I hit End on the FaceTime and frantically got up and started to get dressed.
“Avery?” My mother’s muffled voice came through the closed door. “Who are you talking to?”
“Shit, shit, shit!” I whispered as I pushed one leg, then the other, into my sweats. My T-shirt was on backward but there was nothing I could do about it.
“Hold on, Mom!” I called out, heading to the door. Before I opened it, I glanced at my phone to make sure I had, indeed, ended the FaceTime.
With a deep breath in, I opened the door and saw my mother look past me and into the room.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“I thought I heard voices.”
Turning on my heels, I started back into my room and climbed into my bed. “You heard my audiobook. I couldn’t sleep.”
She nodded. “Oh, that explains it then. What time did you get back home?”
I shrugged, trying to keep my breathing even and controlled. “Maybe an hour or so ago. I saw Uncle Brock, Ty, and Tanner at the bar. Uncle Brock even talked them into letting in Josh and Nathan.”
Mom laughed. “Did you have fun seeing your friends?”
“It was okay. I don’t really have much in common with them anymore.”
She sat down on the bed. “That’s not surprising. You were gone for a few years. Everyone grew up and changed.”
“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “Why are you up? Surely you didn’t hear my audiobook down in your room.”
“No,” she said with a smile. “I woke up and checked to see if you were back. I came up to grab an extra blanket and heard muffled voices coming from your room.”
All I did was nod.
She stood. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your audiobook. Is it a good story?”
“Um, so far it is.”
“That’s nice,” she said, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. “Don’t stay up too late. Georgiana, Morgan, Lily, and Rose all want to see you. They mentioned going out to lunch with you and Mackenzie.”
“What about Emily? She’s in town.”
Mom looked back over her shoulder. “Of course they’d want her to come. ’Night, sweetheart. And don’t forget, your father and I will be gone when you wake up. We’re serving breakfast at the community center. We’ll be leaving here around six-thirty or earlier.”
“Okay. Be careful driving into town.”
“Sleep well.”
“You too, Mom. I love you.”
Her face beamed with happiness. “I love you too, and I’m so happy you’re home.”
“Me too.”
When she shut the door, I let out a long breath. My hands covered my face, and I stifled a laugh. Reaching for my phone, I saw I had a text from Beck. I opened it up and started to laugh. It was two blue balls.
Me: I’m so sorry!! My mother was at the door.
I waited for him to reply, and it took so long I thought for sure he’d fallen asleep.
Beck: Just got out of a cold shower.
Smiling, I typed back my response.
Me: I promise you I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.
Beck: Tomorrow? Where?
Me: I have to go to lunch with my cousins. How early can you be up?
Beck: I’m still up now.
Me: LOL! I meant wake up. Can you be here at 7?
Beck: Yes. Why am I coming to your house at 7?
Me: Because my mother and father will be gone by then. They’re volunteering at a food shelter in Hamilton tomorrow, serving breakfast to the homeless. They’ll be gone for at least three hours.
Beck: See you at 7. ’Night, princess.
My chest did a weird jump at the endearment.
Me: See you then. Good night, Beck.
I pulled the covers over me as I stared at his last text to me.
“Oh, Avery…don’t fall too hard, or your heart is going to break.”