Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
RIAN
Having Rebekka naked in my arms, tucked against my torso, feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Hearing her cry out my name as she came on my fingers made me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman.
The memory will live rent-free in my head forever.
Whatever I gave her, she gave me enough material to abstain from all others for the rest of my fucking life.
I lower her onto the enormous suede couch carefully, while she balances our drinks in each hand.
It’s impossible to take my eyes off her.
I could stare at her for the rest of my life and never tire of the view.
Her hair is piled up on top of her head in some sort of updo showcasing her swan-like neck.
Her breasts, fuck, they’re even more fabulous than any of my wildest fantasies.
Full, round, pert perfection punctuated with rosebud nipples that I long to latch on to—again.
Her stomach is taut and flat. The junction between her legs is my favourite playground, but unfortunately for me, I’ve only got a one-day pass, but I plan on making the most of it.
The fire crackles behind me, the scent of burning wood floating through the air. I drop into the seat beside her, refusing to look at the mantlepiece where a framed photograph of her and Anthony on their wedding day stares back at me.
Fuck him.
I know what I’m doing is wrong, but he doesn’t deserve her.
He never did.
‘Am I allowed to put any clothes on?’ She passes me one of the glasses then motions to her naked body.
‘Absolutely not.’ I clink my glass against hers.
‘That doesn’t seem very fair,’ she pouts, eyeing my crotch.
‘Trust me, sweetheart, if I take my clothes off, this will only end one way.’ I exhale heavily, imagining sinking myself inside her slickness. My dick is rock solid in my suit already.
‘And you don’t want to?’ A sliver of doubt creeps into her voice.
‘I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my life—which is why I’m not going to take it.
Today is about me giving. I won’t take anything, not until you’re one hundred percent sure it’s what you want.
And not until you’re a hundred percent sure you’re not going to tell me I can only have it once. Because once will never be enough.’
She inhales sharply. ‘He’ll never let me go, you know.’ A sadness seeps into her tone.
‘Would you ever consider divorcing him?’ The words are out before I can stop them. It’s Christmas for fuck’s sake. I came here to cheer her up, not to depress her further.
‘I can’t.’ She shakes her head. ‘He’ll take Remington Publishing if we ever got divorced.’
‘Fuck,’ I spit, then take a gulp of my drink.
‘Fuck indeed,’ she stares broodily at the fire.
‘Do you feel bad?’ I motion to the space between us. ‘About…’ I don’t need to say the words. Besides, they wouldn’t justify what just happened between us.
‘I would if I were to think about it.’ She shrugs. ‘But I’m pretty sure he’s not feeling bad about me right now. As long as he doesn’t publicly humiliate me, I honestly don’t care where he sticks his dick anymore.’
‘Let’s not think about it. Let’s just enjoy this afternoon.’ I drop my hand onto her legs, running my fingers over her inner thigh.
‘Are you looking for trouble, Rian?’ Her head twists towards mine. ‘Because if you keep going that way, you’ll find it.’
‘I’m always in trouble when you’re around,’ I admit. ‘I’m surprised no one has clocked it, you know.’ A small laugh bursts from my lips.
‘Clocked what?’ She stares at me for a long beat.
‘That I’m fucking obsessed with you.’ It’s my turn to stare at her. ‘It’s so obvious, if anyone were to look for it.’
‘Oh, Ivy seems to have noticed. Avery too.’
Thankfully, I trust my sisters-in-law not to reveal my secret. Becketts loyalty is undisputable. It goes without saying we’d all lie for each other, die for each other, if it came to it.
And if my best friend discovers I spent Christmas with his wife, it might just.
Rebekka’s teeth dig into her lower lip. ‘You know,’ she says after a long pause, ‘I’m kind of obsessed with you too.’
It’s time to lighten the mood. ‘That’s because you know what I can do with my hands.’ I flash her a smile, drain my drink, place it on the nearby coffee table, then roll to my knees in front of her.
‘Now who’s using humour to deflect?’ She cocks her head to the side and reaches for my cheek, rubbing a thumb tenderly over my jaw.
‘You tell me how funny I am when my tongue is buried inside your pretty pussy.’ I arch an eyebrow at her.
She hisses, her eyes gleaming brighter than I’ve seen them in years. ‘Rian Beckett, you have a filthy mouth.’
‘I have a talented mouth, and I’m about to prove it.’ I position my hands under her taut, tanned thighs and tug until her backside is balancing at the edge of the couch.
She squeals in surprise, her champagne sloshing over her fabulous tits.
My tongue is on them in seconds, licking up every drop, inhaling the scent of her skin and committing every inch of it to memory.
I nudge her legs wider with my shoulders and stare at the wonder of her gorgeous, glistening cunt. Fuck. She’s beautiful.
I dip my face between her thighs and run my tongue over the length of her slit without breaking eye contact. ‘You taste sublime.’
‘Fuck.’ Her hips jolt upwards and more champagne goes flying.
I trail my tongue upwards to meet the trickling over her stomach and then make my way down again, this time flicking over her clit. She jolts again, and I snigger as the remainder of her champagne spills. I lick it up again, as our eyes burn into each other.
She tosses her empty glass to the other side of the couch.
‘This is the best day of my life,’ she pants, as I thrust my tongue into her core, then roll it upwards again.
She grinds her pussy against my face, one hand raking through my hair.
Nails scratch my scalp as her quads begin to shake and her green eyes glaze with lust.
I pause from fucking her with my tongue long enough to say, ‘Touch your tits for me, sweetheart.’
I watch as her fingers slide over her stomach to pinch her nipples.
She stares at me with those lust hued eyes, her breath coming in ragged pants now.
She’s close. And I’m determined to catapult her over the edge.
Catching her clit in my mouth, I tease it slowly with my tongue.
She moans and wriggles beneath me. When I suck, she screams in ecstasy. Satisfaction soars through my soul.
‘Rian. Rian. Rian.’ She bucks against my face like a wild animal, riding through her release. It occurs to me then, it might have been a while since she had one. I’m going to need to give her a gift she can keep here. One she can think of me when she uses it.
‘Oh. My. God.’ She moves her hands from my hair to cover her face. Her cheeks are flaming. I pull them away so I can see her.
‘Don’t hide from me.’
‘I can’t believe you did that.’ Her arms flop back above her head.
‘Why?’
She glances at the floor, then the ceiling, then finally her eyes drift to meet mine again. Her voice is low when she answers. ‘Because no one has ever done that to me before.’
Her husband is a bigger dick than I even imagined.
‘How is that even possible?’ I pull her down until she’s straddling me.
My cock is straining so hard to get inside her, but I refuse to go there today.
I might never recover if I do. I place my hands on her waist, steadying her, stroking my thumbs over her flesh.
‘If you were mine, I’d wake you up like that every morning. ’
She throws her head back and laughs. A real laugh. One that warms my insides all the way to my bones. ‘You know, who needs a publishing house anyway, right?’
‘My thoughts exactly.’
Who needs a best friend either?
Or a family, for that matter?
Because any of the above get wind of what occurred this afternoon—I won’t have anyone but her.
‘Let’s get another drink,’ she starts to wiggle from my lap.
‘Oh, I plan to,’ I grin, and reach between her legs again.