Chapter 32
BECKETT
“Aria’s going to do something…and it’s going to be big,” Dominic rants, pacing. He repeatedly rakes his fingers through his platinum-blond hair, disrupting the strands and making them stick in every direction. “There’s a reason she’s been quiet the last week.”
“At least someone can be quiet,” Zane murmurs, a hint of a pout in his voice.
All our eyes flick in the direction of the hallway, where Ellie is with Landon.
What was the wanker thinking, sneaking into Aria’s home?
Nothing. He was thinking of nothing except Ellie.
A part of me can’t even blame him. Heaven only knows I’m the exact same way when it comes to our girl.
But still. It’s bloody insane. Idiotic. Stupid.
And…
I swallow around the lump in my throat and slowly push to my feet. “I’m going to check on them.”
Real subtle, Beckett. Real fucking subtle.
Dominic quirks an unimpressed eyebrow. “Really?”
Zane grins and rubs his hands together. “Can I come too?”
“I’m just going to check on them,” I reiterate, my skin itching with the need to see Ellie with my own two eyes. And Landon, too, admittedly.
The fucker thought he was being so sly and sneaky. I knew he was here the moment he stepped foot on the property. It’s almost as if I have a sixth sense when it comes to Mania and Ellie. My body is intimately attuned to theirs.
Thank fuck Aria and Fischer aren’t here.
Again, how could Landon be so reckless?
“He must’ve had an important reason for coming here,” I tell the others.
Dominic and Zane both stare at me as if I’m daft.
“Yes. Super important.” Zane nods with feigned seriousness. “I always say that a pussy a day keeps the doctor away.”
“Any pussy?” Dom drawls, folding his arms over his chest, an arrogant grin stretching his lips.
Zane dramatically clutches at his chest. “Of course not. I’m a one-pussy type of man, even if my girl is a five-cock type of woman.”
Dominic rolls his eyes before turning toward me. “Check on them. Figure out why Landon’s here. We’ll hold down the fort, so to speak, and let you know if Aria or Fischer returns.”
Flashing him a grateful smile, I hurry down the hallway, to the room that still doesn’t feel like ours, even after all this time.
My heart hammers in restless anticipation as I forgo knocking. I need to see her, see them. That’s the only thing that will appease my erratic pulse.
Landon and Ellie are asleep and naked in the bed, the covers tangled around their legs. A desperate thrum resonates through me as I take in her perfect curves, those tight pink nipples begging to be sucked.
It’s been too long since I’ve had her.
All rational thoughts dissipate. The only one that remains is my need to claim her. Possess her. Love her.
Slowly, carefully, my eyes never leaving her, I begin to strip off my clothes until I’m as naked as the two of them.
Landon stirs as I climb onto the bed, his eyes meeting mine with a challenge. Ignoring him, I lean down and capture Ellie’s mouth in a kiss that’s a promise, a demand, and a question all rolled into one.
My body brushes against her, and she finally stirs, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
I pull away to smile at her and whisper a raspy, “Hi,” before capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss once more, my tongue demanding entrance.
She opens to me, her hands reaching up to grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I groan, the slight pain only serving to heighten my arousal.
My hands roam over her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts. I palm one, my thumb brushing against her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.
I break the kiss and trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and eliciting a gasp from her. I continue my descent until I’m able to reach her breast, my tongue circling her nipple before I take it into my mouth, sucking, teasing. She arches her back, pressing herself closer.
Landon watches, his breath coming in short gasps, his hand wrapped around his hardness.
I glance at him, a silent invitation, and he moves, pressing his body against Ellie’s side.
He mirrors my actions, his mouth finding her neglected breast, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers brushing against her curls.
Ellie moans, and her body writhes as we touch her, our hands and mouths exploring every inch of her. I move lower, my tongue tracing a path down her stomach, dipping into her navel. Then lower still.
I can smell her arousal, see the evidence of it glistening on her thighs.
I pause and look up at her, my breath hot on her skin.
“Tell me what you want, Ellie,” I demand, my voice rough.
“I…I want you to touch me,” she stammers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire, even after everything we’ve done over the months. I love that every interaction with her is like the first time, that she can still blush and flutter her lashes like a meek virgin, when she’s anything but.
I smile a slow, predatory smile and lower my head, my tongue finding her clit, circling it, teasing her. I taste her…and something else, something salty and unfamiliar.
Landon.
Fuck.
Ellie cries out, her hands fisting the sheets, her body squirming as I lick and suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you like that, love?” I lift my face from her perfect pussy and replace it with my hand, sliding two fingers into her wetness.
“God, yes, Beckett. Yes,” she whimpers, writhing on the bed, her perfect breasts bouncing.
Landon’s hand joins mine, his fingers slipping inside her, curling up to stroke that sensitive spot. She moans, her body tensing as we bring her to the brink and then push her over. She cries out, her body convulsing, her hands gripping our hair as she rides out her orgasm.
But we’re not done with her yet.
I move back up her body, my hardness pressing against her thigh, and glance over my shoulder at Landon, a silent question in my eyes. He nods once.
Then, in a flurry of movements, I lift Ellie until she’s on her knees between us.
“Is this okay, kitten?” Landon purrs, his lips scraping her neck from behind.
Ellie’s blue-gray eyes, wide and guileless without her glasses, peer up at my face, and I’m struck dumb all over again at the sight of her. How did I get this lucky? I would fight off a thousand POP members if it means being here, with her.
“I want you, my love,” I tell her reverently, claiming her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Her tiny fingernails dig into my shoulders as she positions herself over my throbbing erection. “Yes, Beckett. Yes.”
I push inside, her tightness enveloping me, her body still pulsing from her first orgasm. I groan and close my eyes. All I want to do is savor the feeling of her around my cock.
She's still wet, still slick from him. The thought is a comfort. Her eyes are wide, locked on mine as I start to move, fucking her with deep, loving strokes. Each thrust is a promise. Each withdrawal a tease. This is our pussy. She's ours to love, ours to fuck, ours to cherish.
Her body arches into mine, her hips rising to meet me, taking everything I'm giving her. I can feel her getting closer, her inner muscles clenching around me. I move my hand from her mouth to her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles.
I stop before we can go any further. This isn’t just about the two of us. No. Not just us.
She whimpers and attempts to gyrate her hips again, but I place my hands on her waist, holding her still.
“Patience, love,” I purr. She cries out in denial, a sharp, ragged sound that I swallow with my mouth over hers. “Patience,” I repeat, pulling away.
Landon moves behind her, his body pressing against her back, his hand reaching between our bodies to touch her, prepare her.
She tenses slightly at the first flick of his fingers in her folds, the tip of them gliding along my cock, and shoots me a wide-eyed stare.
I nod reassuringly at her as Landon lathers up her juices.
Landon brings his fingers to Ellie’s back entrance and begins to circle it, rubbing her own arousal into the sensitive skin.
She tenses, her eyes meeting mine, a mix of fear and excitement percolating in their depths.
I lean down and capture her mouth in another reassuring kiss, my hand reaching up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Landon breathes as he presses one finger inside of her, no doubt feeling her resistance.
“Relax, love,” I coo, kneading Ellie’s tit. “Relax.”
Landon moves slowly, gently, his finger sliding in and out, stretching her, preparing her. Ellie moans, her body arching as I continue to tease her nipple, pulling it between my thumb and forefinger.
Landon adds another finger, and her body tenses briefly before relaxing again, her arousal coating his fingers. She gasps and pulls away from me to press against him, seeking more. I can sense her excitement, her desire, and it only serves to heighten my own.
Landon removes his fingers, and I feel him pressing his hardness against her back entrance, his body and hers coated with her arousal. He pushes, stopping only when she resists, and kisses her neck.
“You’re such a good girl, Ellie. I’m so proud of you,” he praises, his body sliding inside her, his hips pressing against mine.
We move together, our bodies creating a rhythm that’s slow and steady at first, allowing Ellie to adjust to the new sensation. Her moans fill the room, her body tensing and relaxing as we bring her closer to another orgasm.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can practically feel Landon’s cock rubbing against mine with each thrust of his hips, a mere thin sliver of skin separating us.
Pressure builds inside me, my own orgasm threatening to overwhelm me.
I lean down, and my mouth eagerly finds Ellie’s like a heat-seeking missile. If I’m going over the edge, I’ll be damned if I don’t take her with me.
My tongue prods the seam of her lips, demanding entrance, and she obliges with a strangled sound.
We begin to pound into her even harder, faster, the only sound that of skin slapping against skin.
She cries out abruptly, her pussy convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around me. Landon and I follow. My entire body tenses as if I’ve been electrocuted when I spill myself inside her, our shared groans of pleasure echoing through the room.
We collapse on the bed on either side of her, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, our hearts pounding in time with each other.
Landon speaks first. “There’s a lot we need to discuss before I leave.”
I throw a hand over my sweaty forehead, and Ellie takes the opportunity to curl against my bicep, her long lashes fluttering against my skin.
“Can it wait?” I ask, breathless.
“No,” Landon answers honestly. He peppers kisses on Ellie’s shoulder. “But…I suppose a few minutes won’t hurt.”
We each grab ahold of Ellie, our hands gliding over her smooth skin.
“I love you both so, so much,” she whispers, choked.
“We love you too.” Landon kisses her temple.
“More than anything,” I agree.
Silence descends, but it’s not uncomfortable. I feel at peace in a way I haven’t in who the fuck knows how long. I have Ellie in my arms, and that’s all that matters.
Then Ellie speaks.
“So, Jane is my aunt, huh?” A note of bitter, acerbic amusement laces her tone.
Wait…what?!
“Am I missing something?” I ask, staring over her mess of brown hair to meet Landon’s eyes.
“Maybe we should have that talk,” he muses.
Maybe we should.