Chapter 7
7
LINDSAY
I sat on the edge of Beck’s bed, staring at the closed door as though it might give me answers. My phone sat in my lap, but I hadn’t touched it beyond unlocking the screen and locking it again. Over and over.
There wasn’t anyone I could call to talk about this. My mom would freak, my friends from college wouldn’t understand, and I hadn’t really kept in touch with the kids I hung out with in high school.
Even if I knew who to call, I had no clue what I would say. Hey, I almost got kidnapped and now I’m hiding out in a biker’s bedroom. Also, we kissed, and he called me his.
Yeah, no. That wasn’t a conversation I was prepared to have. Not with my mom. Not with anyone.
I pulled my knees up and rested my chin on them, hugging them close. My shoulder still ached from where that guy had grabbed me, but I barely noticed because my brain wouldn’t shut up. It was spinning wildly.
Who were those guys?
Why did they come after me?
And why had Beck looked like he’d tear the world apart if anyone touched me again?
The questions went round and round inside my head while I curled up on Beck’s big bed, his masculine scent surrounding me. I stayed like that until the doorknob finally turned, and I sat up straight as Beck stepped into the room.
There was a tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there before. “Everything okay?”
“Could be worse,” he muttered, holding his hand out to me. “Save all those questions I see in your pretty eyes for after we eat.”
“Eat?” I echoed, my brows drawing together. Food was the last thing on my mind with everything going on, but my stomach betrayed me by choosing now to growl.
Beck’s lips curved, and he nodded. “Sounds like it was a good call.”
“I could probably eat,” I mumbled as he tugged me off the bed and kept hold of my hand as we walked into the hallway.
My gaze darted around the clubhouse as we made our way downstairs and into the lounge. I was surprised by how tidy everything was. With the black leather couches, pool table, big-screen televisions, poker table, and bar, the open space had a masculine vibe, but it was tempered by feminine touches like the red pillows and throw blankets on the couches.
The kitchen was empty when we got there. And huge.
Beck grabbed a container from the fridge, handed me a fork, and pointed at the nearest table.
I sat, and he set the food in front of me. I dug into the Italian pasta salad before I could overthink it. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the first bite hit my tongue.
My skin tingled and heated, feeling his eyes on me.
“You’re watching me eat,” I muttered between bites.
He grabbed a couple of Cokes from the fridge, popping the tab on one before handing it to me. Then he dropped onto the chair to my left and flung his arm over the back of mine. “I like seeing you in my space, enjoying something I gave you.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so I shifted my focus back to the food.
A thought occurred to me, and I swallowed my bite before asking, “Will you take me back to get my car tomorrow?”
I wasn’t excited about being away from Beck, but I didn’t want to be clingy. And I couldn’t leave my car in the hospital parking lot too long or it would be towed.
“Car’s already here, baby.”
I swiveled my head around to stare at him in surprise. “How did?—”
“Eat, baby,” he murmured, pushing the food closer, his expression making it clear that he wasn’t open to talking until I’d filled my stomach.
When I was done, Beck took the empty container from me and tossed it in the trash. He didn’t ask if I was ready to go back to his room—just tilted his head toward the door.
I followed without a word, too tired to argue and too aware that every step brought me closer to a bed I very much needed.
I lingered in the doorway, unsure what to do now that my stomach wasn’t screaming for attention.
“Get some sleep,” Beck said, crossing the room to grab a laptop off the desk. “I have work to do.”
I probably should’ve asked if what he had to do was connected to the community center, but now that my belly was full, I was feeling the adrenaline crash. “Okay.”
He quirked a brow. “You definitely need some rest if your sass is gone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry, it’ll be back.”
“Good.” He captured my mouth in a deep kiss that left me weak in the knees before stalking over to the closet to grab a big T-shirt that he tossed to me. “You’ll be more comfortable in this.”
“Thanks.”
It was still light outside, but after he left, I used the en suite bathroom to get ready for bed. Then I sent a quick text to my mom.
Me
Hey, I won’t be home tonight. Staying with a friend.
Since she always complained about me being too serious, I wasn’t surprised by her reply.
Mom
Thanks for letting me know. Have all the fun!
With that done, I walked over to the bed and climbed in, curling on my side with the blanket pulled tight around me. The sheets smelled like Beck—warm and clean, with a hint of something woodsy underneath. It brought more comfort than it probably should when I’d only known Beck for a day.
I thought I’d lie there for a while, eyes wide and thoughts racing. But my body had other ideas. I was asleep before I could second-guess it.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I woke up warm. Like really warm. And my whole body shook as if I were on the brink of exploding.
I felt something hot against me and immediately tried to push closer, my hips rotating to hit just the right spot between my legs. Then my eyes fluttered open to meet Beck’s hazel ones looking down at me. I blinked hard, trying to pull away, my body heated for a whole different reason now as I tried to hide my face flushed with embarrassment.
“Having a good dream, baby?” He pushed my hair out of my face, even as I tried to bury my head in the blanket.
His fingers slid under my chin, forcing me to meet his heated stare. “You don’t need to be shy with me, Lindsay.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to look away, but every time I tried, I found my gaze trailing back to his.
Even with only the moonlight coming in through the blinds, I could make out the outline of his body. The way he fit perfectly against mine under the covers.
“I practically just dry humped you in my sleep,” I mumbled.
He twirled a lock of my hair around his finger and smirked. “You could show me your sassy side and ask me for the real thing.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of how to explain my predicament. “Um…I’ve never…”
“Never what, baby?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I blurted, “I’ve never slept in the same bed with a guy until tonight, let alone had sex.”
“Lindsay, baby. Look at me.” His thumb brushed the apple of my cheek, and I took a deep breath before opening my eyes again. “You mean I’m the first man who’s gotten to hold you like this in bed? That if you let me, I’ll be the first and only one to ever have you?”
“First and only?” I gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“When I take you, know that you’re mine.”
He sealed his words with a brush of his lips against mine, lighter than he’d done before. Probably because he didn’t want to pressure me into doing anything I wasn’t ready for yet. And any other day, I most likely would’ve backed off. But after what happened in the hospital parking lot, and earlier before he left to meet with his president, I wanted to grab life with both hands. So that was exactly what I did, letting my tongue slide along his as he let out a guttural groan from deep in his throat.
His palms slid down my side, warming me through the thin fabric of the shirt he’d given me to sleep in. Emboldened by his reaction, I slipped my own hands between us and bumped against his dick, which was already hard and stretching the front of his boxer briefs.
I may have been a virgin, but that didn’t mean I was completely unaware of what I wanted. But when I ran my fingers down his hard length, Beck didn’t react how I expected. He immediately stopped kissing me and grabbed my wrist.
I blinked hard as I tilted my head back to meet his heated stare. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “Hell no, baby. Your touch feels too damn good. If you are going to let me fuck you, I need to make sure you’re ready for me first. And if you touch me, I’ll lose control.”
“Oh.”
He let go of my hand and unwrapped his body from mine before sliding under the covers.
I couldn’t see where he moved, but I felt him as he pressed his hands to my thighs, rolling me onto my back before he tugged my panties down my legs. The fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing made his movements even more intoxicating.
There was a whisper of a touch to my thighs. His lips.
Then his finger hooked inside of my already wet entrance.
I gasped, my hips automatically pushing forward as if my body couldn’t wait to meet his.
“My good girl was having a very dirty dream.” He twisted his wrist with a deep chuckle. “Remind me to have you tell me all about it. Later. After I’ve made you scream my name at least a few times.”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to breathe, ready to agree to just about anything with how he was touching me.
“Gonna make you so fucking ready to take my cock,” he murmured, breathing on my dripping sex. “I have to taste this pretty pussy.”
My legs shook as he dove his head between my legs, with the right amount of pressure in the perfect spots as he devoured me with his lips and tongue.
I gripped hard onto the sheets, my thighs shaking as I felt my whole body light up.
“Beck, yes! Oh yes, I’m going to come,” I panted, bucking my hips forward to meet his face.
He didn’t stop his movements, only picking up the pace. His fingers and tongue moved in rapid succession as I exploded, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs before he lapped up every last bit of it.
But he didn’t stop there. He kept at me, adding his fingers into the mix until I was screaming his name. “Beck! Yes, oh yes!”
I was barely coming down from the high of my orgasms—the first ever given to me by someone else—when he slid upward. He trailed kisses along my stomach, and then my shirt was off, his tongue swirling around each of my pebbled nipples.
His hazel eyes met mine, filled with fierce desire. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good. Need to start every day with my mouth on your pussy.”
With the pleasure he’d just given me, I wasn’t going to argue. “If you keep making me feel like that, I’m on board with that plan.”
He chuckled, the stubble of his beard tickling my chest before he lifted his face, kissing me hard. “Ready to take my cock, baby?”
“Yes, please,” I panted.
“That’s my good girl.”
My inner walls clenched at his praise.
He sat up, tossing his boxer briefs to the side. His body looked even better naked than it felt under the covers. I leaned forward, tracing my tongue along the swirling, black lines on his left pec.
“Down, baby,” he commanded, nudging me onto my back and sliding just the tip of his dick against my drenched folds.
That was all the warning I got before he started to slide in slowly until he filled me to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
His gaze stayed on mine as he let my body adjust to his fullness.
I spread my legs wider, getting used to his massive size before I gripped his shoulders and moved my hips ever so slowly.
“That’s it, baby, take my cock,” he encouraged.
I ground against him, any hint of the earlier pain replaced by pleasure. “Feels so good.”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hips to pull me toward him with each thrust as he picked up the pace.
When my inner walls clamped around his hard length, he growled, “That’s it, baby. Give me another one. Come all over my cock.”
“Yessss,” I hissed.
My whole body hummed as I licked down his pec, retracing the lines of his tattoo. He breathed hard against me, and each time he moved, the glide of his thick dick sent another shock wave straight to my core.
His hand went between us, and I didn’t know I could get even more turned on until he rubbed my clit while continuing to pump in and out of me. That was all it took for me to explode, and I cried out his name. “Oh, my…Beck! Yes!”
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all, baby. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy. Yes! Fuck!”
I pumped my hips to meet his, taking in all of him as his orgasm followed mine.
Both our bodies finally stilled, and we stayed connected, our breathing in sync. I never wanted to move from that moment, but Beck eventually detached and got up.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispered, placing a light kiss on my cheek before he darted to the bathroom.
I heard the spray of the water, then he fumbled back into the dark room, and I felt a warm, wet cloth between my legs. He didn’t say anything as he cleaned me up, tossing the towel to the side before he wrapped his arms around me again, my back pressed against his chest.
I was safe and warm, and my eyes drifted closed as if they couldn’t stay open anymore.