Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EVERLY
My words hung in the air between us for only a moment before Beck’s right hand covered mine and he squeezed on the upstroke, harder than I would’ve dared, his groan echoing against the tile walls.
“Like that?” I asked, loving that he was taking his pleasure from me. Loving that I was witnessing this part of him.
“Just like that.”
“Is this enough?”
“It’s never enough with you.” He rolled his forehead against mine and closed his eyes as we continued to pump his length. “I want it all—your hands and your mouth and your pussy. Want every fucking inch of you all for myself.”
A shiver stole through me at his words, my nipples tight and hard, my body thrumming with desire.
I’d never felt this before. Never had this overwhelming need to be with someone, especially after I’d already come.
Usually for me, it was one-and-done—actually, it was usually none-and-done, and then I had to figure it out for myself after.
But with Beck, I felt insatiable, this need building inside me that wasn’t satisfied even though he’d just made me see stars.
I pressed up on my toes, my hand still wrapped around his cock, and tugged his bottom lip with my teeth. “I want you to take it.”
With a groan, he jerked out of my hand and spun me around, my cheek pressed against the wall, my back presented to him.
He ran his hand down my spine, then cupped my ass and squeezed, gripping me harder than I thought I’d like, but I couldn’t deny how my pussy throbbed in response.
“You can’t tell me things like that, baby. ”
“Why not?” I asked, breathless.
“Because I’ll take and take and take.”
God, I wanted that. Beck normally gave and gave and gave—in every aspect of his life.
He worked long hours, put in extra time, helped out his siblings, fixed things at my house without my even asking.
He always did what needed to be done without thought of what he was giving of himself.
But here, now…I wanted him to be selfish. I wanted him to be selfish with me.
“I want you to. I want you inside me.”
“Fuck.” He slapped his hand on the wall next to my head, his fingers digging into my ass as he sank his teeth into my neck. “I can’t fuck you. Not now. Not like this.”
“But I—” My words cut off on a gasp as he shifted forward, sliding his cock through my slit, the head bumping against my clit.
“You need another one, greedy girl?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to take care of you. Put your legs together, baby.” He adjusted his stance behind me and squeezed my hips. “Make it nice and tight for me.”
I did as he asked, standing on tiptoe and arching my back, presenting my ass to him in hopes that he’d do whatever it was he was planning on because I was dying for more. For his words and his touch. For every bit of him I’d never known before this moment.
And then he gave it to me.
He dragged his erection down the cleft of my ass, bending at the knees so he could slide his cock into the slick, tight space between my legs.
I moaned, long and low, as he withdrew and thrust forward again, the thick length of him sliding through my slit, the head of his cock bumping against my clit with each pass.
“Jesus Christ,” Beck growled, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I ached with need, his thrusts picking up speed. “You feel so fucking good, and I’m not even inside you yet. Your pussy’s going to ruin me, isn’t it, sunshine? Never gonna be the same after I slide inside this tight little cunt.”
His words ignited something inside me, the heat building in my core until it felt like every inch of me was a live wire, primed for detonation. I trailed my hand down the front of my body, not stopping until I could feel him sliding through my pussy lips.
“Beck,” I breathed, dropping my forehead to the tile, my eyes fluttering closed. I rocked my hips back to meet his thrusts and cupped his pumping cock with my hand, adding more pressure with each pass of it against my clit.
“That’s it, baby.” He brushed his lips against my shoulder, his fingers digging into my hip as he pressed his other hand on top of mine between my legs. “Use my cock to get yourself off. Show me what you like. Slide that pussy over me and mark me as yours.”
Oh God… That thought sent a shudder rippling through me.
My body was already cresting the wave again, and I couldn’t believe it.
I’d never in my life come more than once during sex—had never even tried because it’d been such a pipe dream.
But the tingle in my limbs and the flutter in my stomach and the throb of my pussy told me that previously unreachable orgasm wasn’t far off.
Beck removed his hand from on top of mine, trailing it up my body, between my breasts, until he cupped my throat, and my breath caught.
Just last week, I’d flagged a scene like this in the book we were reading.
And while it wasn’t exactly the same—that had been full-on breath play, where the hero choked the heroine to near unconsciousness as she came—it was still enough to get my attention. Enough to spark my curiosity to try it.
He tightened his fingers, not cutting off my air supply, but enough to be noticed, and my eyes popped open. “What about this? You like my hand on your throat?”
I bit my lip and nodded, my pussy thrumming as I swallowed against the slight pressure from his hand.
“Fuck, you’re my sweet, greedy girl, aren’t you?
So desperate to come again.” With his fingers still wrapped around my throat, he pressed his thumb to my chin, turning my head toward him so he could capture my mouth in a kiss.
He thrust his cock faster against me, his hips slapping my ass as he kissed me and tightened his fingers on my throat.
He was everywhere all at once—pressing me against the shower wall, arms caging me in, fingers wrapped around my neck, body crowding me and making me feel safe and secure and warm.
Cared for, even while he used me to get off.
While he pumped his cock between my legs, driving us both toward an ecstasy I’d never known.
I was close. So close, so close… And then he squeezed my throat and tugged my nipple just hard enough that a jolt of pain shot through me, and I exploded.
He groaned into my mouth as I came against his cock, his movements growing jerky until he stilled, his hot come spilling out over my hand and my pussy.
He kissed me then, a slow, deep slide of his tongue, his hand still cupping my throat, though gentler now, thumb brushing softly along the column of my neck, and I wondered if it could really be this easy.
If Beck and I could really become something more.
But a tiny part—the barest whisper in the back of my mind—worried we’d just taken a step we could never come back from.
Beck
I’d just come—twice—and my cock was still half hard as I wrapped a towel around myself after handing one to Everly.
I wanted to carry her to my room, lay her out on my bed, and spend hours worshipping her body.
I wanted to know what every moan, every gasp, every sigh meant and how to elicit them over and over and over again. But I’d already screwed up.
I may not have fucked her in the shower, but I might as well have.
I’d spun her around, shoved her into the tile wall, and then jacked myself off against her pussy, all with my hand wrapped around her throat.
I’d taken her like she was a one-night stand I didn’t care about, instead of one of only two girls in existence I would give the world to.
And considering the other was my sister, she didn’t count.
I’d used Everly as my own personal sex toy when she deserved to be worshipped.
I could barely look at her, too disgusted with what I’d done to her to meet her eyes. So instead, I mumbled something about getting dressed and stepped out of the bathroom. I’d barely made it into the main living area when a throat clearing stopped me dead in my tracks.
I snapped my head up, and there my sister stood, leaning back against the counter, not a care in the world.
“How’s Everly?” she asked without preamble.
Ford had told me not to worry about opening the diner this morning—that he’d talk to Addison and Aiden and get it taken care of.
And with the way Addison’s gaze was pinging around the space, it was clear she knew Everly had stayed with me last night and was trying to figure out what was going on between us.
So this was going to be fucking fantastic.
I narrowed my eyes at her, then back to my door that had most definitely been locked. “How’d you get in here?”
She lifted her hand and waved, a key ring with a single key hanging from her middle finger. “Magic.”
“I took all your extra keys.” After I’d had a close call when she’d nearly walked in on me jacking off—to thoughts of Everly, no doubt—a few months back, I’d ransacked her room at the inn and taken every spare key of mine she’d had—all four of them.
Addison rolled her eyes. “Obviously not.”
Before I could respond, Everly strolled out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, and even though it was long on her, it still left little to the imagination. And now, after seeing every inch of her, I’d be able to imagine her in great, Technicolor detail.
I closed my eyes and scrubbed a hand through my hair, preparing myself for Addison’s reaction.
I had no idea what was going on with Everly and me—if anything would happen beyond what already had—but having my sister walk in on us before we’d managed to discuss any of it between ourselves was about as bad as it could get.
Addison’s gaze bounced between Everly and me, her eyes gleaming and looking downright devilish. “Well…” she said, dragging out the word.
I stabbed a finger in her direction. “Not one fucking word.”
Either my sister was suddenly taking my threats seriously or she was in an exceptionally good mood this morning, because instead of taunting me like I expected, she mimed zipping her lips and tossing away the key.
“Kinda cranky this morning,” Everly said. “I figured you’d be in a better mood after…you know.”
I snapped my head in her direction, narrowing my eyes, which only pulled a laugh from her.
“Well, I didn’t need to hear that.” Addison shuddered, then looked at Everly, her eyes heavy with concern. “But apparently my brother is good for something, because you’re in better spirits than I thought you’d be.”
The smile melted from Everly’s face, and she sank into one of the leather chairs, tucking her wet hair behind her ear. “I don’t think it’s really set in yet, honestly.”
“You got out. You got Chuckanut out,” Addison said. “That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah.” Everly nodded. “You’re right. It could’ve been worse.”
“So much worse. Everything else is replaceable.”
If my gaze hadn’t been glued to Everly, I might have missed the brief flicker of despair that flashed across her face at Addison’s words.
True, she’d gotten herself and Chuck out, but that home and everything in it were the last things she had of her aunt.
The only things that had brought her to Starlight Cove in the first place.
“Yeah,” Everly said, her voice scratchy and raw. Her throat was probably still killing her, thanks to the smoke inhalation. Not to mention her reactions in the shower. At least I hadn’t shoved my cock down her throat like I’d wanted to. I had something going in my favor.
I gripped my towel—God knew I didn’t need a wardrobe malfunction with my sister in the room—as I grabbed Everly another water before thrusting the bottle at her. “Drink.”
She glanced up at me, the corner of her mouth tipping up. “Back to single syllables, I see.”
Her eyes held a sadness I’d never seen from her before—she could find the silver lining in a hurricane—but even that didn’t diminish how gorgeous she was.
I scanned her face, cataloguing every inch of her.
Drops of water dotted her shoulders, drawing my gaze to the expanse of skin on display, and my cock twitched beneath my towel.
Great. Not only was I getting hard with my sister in the room, but I was doing so as my best friend was reeling from the fire that’d cost her everything. Apparently I’d turned into a fifteen-year-old boy who only cared about his needs and who popped boners thanks to a gust of wind.
Suddenly very aware of the fact that I was standing three feet away from my sister with only a thin piece of terry cloth covering my junk, I twisted back to glare at her. “Why are you still here?”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s rude.”
“Oh good, then it is coming across.”
Everly laughed and slapped my leg with the back of her hand. “Don’t be mean to your sister.”
Addison waved off her concern. “After growing up with these assholes, I learned not to take shit personally.”
“Can you take your shit elsewhere, then?”
“Point taken—you don’t want me here. Can’t imagine why…” She very pointedly glanced between Everly and me, her grin wide.
I blew out a long-suffering sigh. “What the hell do you want, Addison?”
“Right. Well, I had a little break in my schedule, so I came up to see if maybe Everly wanted me to take her shopping to pick up a few things since she…”
Addison let the words trail off, and I slid my gaze to Everly, watching as realization dawned on her face.
Since she didn’t have anything left.
When she’d moved to Starlight Cove two years ago, she’d only done so because her aunt had bequeathed her the clinic and attached home.
And now, those things were ruined. Who knew if the clinic could be salvaged.
If by some miracle, her home was able to be, it would still take substantial remodeling to get it livable again.
Her entire family was clear across the country, and I knew how much she missed them.
Washington to her was like Starlight Cove to me.
I didn’t make sense anywhere else. Would it be worth the effort for her to fix up a home, a business, she hadn’t planned on in the first place?
To plant roots when she no longer had anything holding her here?