35. Elouise
Elouise
Light filtering through a gap in the curtains flickers across my closed eyes.
Morning.
Habit has me trying to roll out of bed, but the arm tucked around my waist tightens, keeping me secured to the warm body behind me.
Fingers rub against the soft cotton covering my body, “When’d you put this on?”
Beckett’s voice is rough from sleep, making me smile. He sounds adorable like this.
Relaxing back, I answer him, “When I got up to use the bathroom.”
“Hmm,” I feel him nuzzle the back of my head, “I prefer you naked.”
My mouth pulls into a grin, “Is that right?”
A low sound leaves Beckett before he slips his hand up my shirt, cupping my breast, while pressing his erection against my ass.
I automatically arch into the pressure, moaning in response.
“God damn, Smoky. I don’t know what I like better.” His hand slips down until his fingers dip under the band of the thin sleep pants I pulled on. “The way you feel.” One finger slips between my folds, brushing against my clit. “Or the sounds you make.”
Right on cue I groan at his touch.
His teeth drag down the side of my neck, “Yeah, just like that. ”
My hand reaches back, searching for skin, wanting to feel him like he’s feeling me.
He pushes my hand away and moves his hips back enough to grab the top of my pants and pull them down below my ass. “I need to have you.”
It’s like each word he speaks arrows straight to my core. “I’m ready.”
His fingers glide over my slit, testing the truthfulness of my statement and he lets out his own groan. The rumble deep against my back.
But then the rumbling continues…
My eyes flutter back open.
The sound is coming from outside and… And it’s getting louder as it gets closer.
And closer.
Oh no.
Alarm bells start sounding off in the back of my brain.
Oh hell no.
My body tenses.
Beckett’s hand drops away from my pussy as he pushes up onto one arm. “What is it?”
The rumbling stops, and a sick feeling of oh-please-no fills my gut.
Frantically, I squirm myself out of bed, tugging my pants back up as I rush to the window.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no…”
Sure enough, when I pull the edge of the curtain aside, I see exactly what I’d feared.
My parent’s RV. Parked in my driveway.
“Babe?” I can hear Beckett climbing out of bed behind me.
But I can’t answer him. I’m too busy freaking out.
“Lou, what’s wrong?”
Quickly turning, I lodge my hands against his chest to keep him away from the window.
The slap of my hands against flesh reminds me that he’s naked. Unbidden, my eyes drop to his cock and a pulse throbs through my body.
He’s entirely naked and still hard .
No time! I mentally shout at my libido.
I shake my head and force my eyes back up to his. “You have to go.”
“Go?” the sound of a slamming door filters into the house and his eyes narrow. “Elouise, who’s out there?” his tone has shifted from concern to anger, and I realize he must think I’m hiding him from another man.
Only it’s worse. So much worse than that.
“My parents are here!” I hiss, giving him a shove. “Put your clothes on!”
“Your parents?” Beckett’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Yes!”
I stand frozen for half a heartbeat, watching Beckett scoop his pants off the floor, before darting into my closet, ripping off my pajamas as I go.
In record time, I’ve switched to leggings, a sports bra, and an old college hoodie. I don’t look like I’m ready for the day, but hopefully I don’t look like I just rolled out of bed with Beckett.
Beckett!
Rushing back out of the closet, I find him pulling his shirt on.
A glance at the clock tells me it’s not even 8:00, but years of being a teacher means my parents know that I don’t sleep in.
And then the knocking starts.
Shit! Shit!
“Out!” I almost shout it at Beckett, then lower my voice. “You have to get out!”
Another round of knocking.
I groan, and briefly pretend I’m in a world where I’m still fast asleep, wrapped warmly in Beckett’s arms.
Clearly done with knocking, the doorbell chimes throughout the house.
Thankfully, my parents insisted on me changing the locks when I bought the house. Their reasoning was that it would stop them from coming in unannounced. But that obviously didn’t translate to them not showing up unannounced .
Beckett steps in front of me and grips my upper arms, holding me still, “Elouise, you need to relax. I’ve met your parents before.”
A small strangled sound leaves my throat, “Not like this!” I wave my hand around the room.
Oh god, I’m panicking.
The doorbell sounds again.
“Maybe you can hide?”
Beckett grins. “Nah, I think I’ll just go let them in.”
Before I register his ridiculous words, he’s striding out of my room.
“What!?” I chase after him, “Beckett, you can’t do that!”
“Why not?” he doesn’t slow down, tossing the question over his shoulder as he descends the stairs.
I hurry to catch up, “Because you don’t get how they are! They’ll get the wrong idea!”
He stops at the bottom of the stairs and spins to face me; my momentum sends me crashing into his chest. Thankfully, he’s rooted in place and doesn’t so much as budge with the impact.
The seriousness in his eyes makes me feel like I’m about to get scolded, “Babe, they’ll get the right idea.”
Then he leans down, presses his lips to my forehead, and heads back towards the door.
Tingles from his stupid kiss zip over my skin distracting me.
But he doesn’t get it. He thinks they’ll get the idea that we’re dating, which I think we are. But in reality, my mother will jump straight to oh-my-god-they’re-getting-married idea.
Snapping out of my daze, I run the last few yards between myself and Beckett, “Wait!” but before I reach him, he unlocks the front door and swings it open.