Chapter 21 Beck
Beck
We make it through dinner and three songs before Lucie’s pulling Jensen out to dance and the guys surround me at our table.
“So, you and Jensen?” Dex asks, taking the seat next to me.
“So, twins?” I match his tone with a cocky grin then turn to Will who’s now sitting on my other side. “Has it really sunk in yet? All the baby making—”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “Yeah, then I feel better when I remember that Adam has to experience it too.”
Adam holds his hands up across from me. “At least I got to guilt trip the fuck out of you. Had you running miles with you trying to sneak back in her apartment.”
Tripp laughs. “Gah, that was the best story, but we’re getting off topic. The girls sent us with a purpose.”
Yeah, I’m not surprised.
“Look, guys, it’s plain and simple. We’re not dating, we’re just doing no-strings attached while we live together. If you could all go ahead and accept it and move on, that would be great.”
Adam starts to laugh. “This is going to blow up in your face.”
“Lucie’s going to murder you.” Dex leans back in his chair. “Truly, if you make Jensen cry, she will.”
Tripp shrugs. “That will save us from having to pick sides when this all goes to shit.”
“It’s not going to go to shit or blow up in my face. Jensen and I are both on the same page here. Now can we all be grown-ups and stop acting like this is high school?”
Will shakes my shoulder. “I almost feel bad for you, but then again, no, I don’t. The girls will eat you alive if this goes south. I get you and Callie have this friendship, but she will help Lucie bury your body.”
Dex perks up. “Actually, you know what? With all the pushing you did with me and Lucie, keep doing what you’re doing.
Have your little benefits—whatever the fuck it is.
You remember that pass I gave you? Yeah, it’s over now.
I’ll be sure to point out all your bullshit and will say I told you so at the end of this. ”
I honestly shouldn’t have expected anything less with the pestering I gave him about Lucie, but hell. Shutting my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose and grit out, “It’s not like that between us, just drop it.”
Dex snorts. “Hey, déjà vu.”
Adam picks up his beer. “Alright, who wants to be in the pool this time?”
“I put a hundred that they crack within the month,” Tripp tosses out his bet.
Then Will. “I’ll put my money on New Year’s.”
Dex throws up his hand. “They won’t make it two weeks.”
And with that, I’m out of my chair. “Oh, fuck off.”
Walking away from this conversation might only encourage them more, but I don’t have to convince them. I’d love to tell them it’s none of their business, but that means jack shit to this group.
I barely make it past the tables before Jensen’s breaking away from the girls dancing in the middle.
Her smile tells me she was watching all that unfold. “How much shit did they give you, Stalker?”
I chuckle, stepping closer to her I already feel ten times better. My shoulders fall from being pinned up. “Enough. Our friends have lots of opinions.”
“And questions. They’ll get over it.” She sweeps her hair behind her shoulder. “Should I ask you if you’re sure, or are you going to come dance with me? Give them something else to have opinions on.”
Her hands reach for mine and every comment, bet, even the people around us seem to disappear.
“I have a better idea.”
“Oh, yeah?” A spark lights in her eyes as I pull her to me.
“If we’re going to give them something to have opinions on, might as well go all out.”
“Lead the way, Beckham.” One of Jensen’s hands trails up my shirt then slides her fingers in between the gaps of the buttons.
Any and every fuck to give in my body leaves at her touch. I’m damn near tempted to toss her over my shoulder and carry her—just for good measure—but I’m sure anyone looking at us right now will get the picture just fine.
My grip on her hand tightens slightly as I weave us through the table set up then slip through one of the curtains.
Jensen doesn’t ask any questions about where we’re going. She definitely doesn’t ask what we’re going to do when we get there either.
Pulling open the door to Dex’s former office, I prop the door with my foot and haul Jensen to me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her in and set her right on top of the desk.
My lips hover an inch or so away from hers. “In the spirit of communication, I really want to kiss you.”
Jensen hums while her fingers find their way back in between the gaps of my shirt. “Put that energy someplace else, Beckham, and don’t you dare rip this dress either.”
A small groan comes out at the thought, but then again, I have to agree with her.
“No, I want to fuck you in it.” I place a kiss on her shoulder.
“Have your legs shaking in it.” A kiss to the marigold on her collarbone then up her neck to her ear.
“I want to fuck you so good that whenever you wear this dress it reminds you of me.”
Jensen’s whole body quivers and her hands latch on to my biceps to steady herself. “You’re stealing a lot of my memories, Beck. First the window, now the dress…” Jensen lets out a breathy moan as I kiss her neck. “What’s next?”
“Let’s find out,” I whisper against her skin.
Jensen’s head tilts back and she arches her back. If I can’t kiss her lips, then I’ll happily cover her body with them. Trace every single tattoo she has with my tongue.
“Beck, for my sanity—remind me that you had a vasectomy.”
My body stills. My knee-jerk reaction is to be a little hurt that she thinks I’d lie about something like that, but when I lean back to meet her eyes I know that’s not what she meant.
“It’s done. Snipped. Doctor cleared, Jen. I swear.” She nods her head slowly and her hands reach out for my belt, but I capture her face with mine. “We don’t have to have sex. I can have your legs shaking and leave you with an orgasm to ruin this dress without it.”
“Always so cocky.” Jensen’s eyes nearly roll out of her head before she undoes my belt.
“I want to. I want to find out what piercings you’ve got down there.
” She pushes me back then sinks down to her knees.
“And after I’m done showing you how good of a girl I can be, you can fuck me against that window. ”
“Fuck…” I groan. My hands tangle in her hair as she pulls my pants down.
Her smirk grows as she sees the ring I have at the base of my shaft then a Prince Albert at the tip. “Please tell me a man did these.”
“You jealous, Jennie?”
Her eyes flash up. “Maybe.”
Oh, she is—I can see it—and fuck if I don’t want more of it. “Can’t say only women have touched my dick like you’re about to, Killer.”
Jensen smirks as her hand wraps tightly around my shaft. “Yeah? Well, I’m the only one who gets to touch it now.”
Before I can agree she has me in her mouth. “Fuck, Jensen.” My hips pulse forward ever so slightly and my grip tightens in her hair. “It’s only yours…” I grit out, and for some reason I can’t seem to add that it’s hers for now.
We might be temporary, but with a sweet moan from her as she takes me deeper, my dick might belong to Jensen forever after this.
My hips move a little more at the thought. My head tilts back when it draws more moans from her.
I can already feel my balls tightening and that tell of a tingle at the base of my spine with Jensen’s mouth taking me like the good girl she said she is, but then her hand slips back from my balls and lightly rims my ass.
I immediately pick her up from the floor and carry her back until I’ve got her fully pressed against the window. The look on her face tells me she got the reaction she wanted out of me.
“Got to work on that stamina, Mr. Pro Athlete.”
“You’re right.” I lift her dress slowly, letting my fingers tease her soft skin until I reach the lace of her underwear to slide it just as painfully slow back down. “You said you were a good girl, but that’s a lie.” My hands lift the back of her thighs. “You’re lethal, baby.”
Lining up with her entrance, I pause.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Never would have even considered it, but with you—”
“Beck…” she cuts me off, my name hushed as her hands hold tightly on my shoulders. “I’ll already think of you every time I put this dress on…make me feel you.”
Good god. I’m deep inside her before I can think twice. Both our heads tilt back with a moan as the sensation works its way through our bodies.
“Oh my god, that ring is right on my clit.”
My smirk grows as I lift her body then bring her back down. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I start to move her in quicker pulses.
“Fuck, Beck, that feels amazing.”
Her walls start to squeeze me like a vise and that tingly feeling from her mouth around my cock is now an electric shock. We’ve barely even started, and while I could blame my lack of control from it being a while since I’ve had sex, I don’t think that’s the case—it’s her.
Something about us feels so deep and connected, even though we both see an eventual end to whatever this is…the thought is enough to have my heart pounding and my grip on her tighten like I don’t want to let her go.
Fuck, I’m feeling way too much. This is supposed to be just sex…
“Deeper.” Jensen tugs at my shoulders bringing me back to the moment. “I need to feel more of you.”
Shit, the word feel is starting to lose all meaning.
I press her harder up against the window so my entire body is in line with hers. “Are you going to come all over this cock, baby?”
Jensen’s eyes lock with mine, this wicked grin on her lips. “Maybe, unless you come first again.”
Shit, she’s everything. Fuck all the overthinking, I just need to focus on this—on her and why we’re doing this in the first place.
My dick is absolutely raging as I slow down my thrusts. I move tortuously slow so that she feels every inch going in and out. All while that ring on my base teases her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut and her nails claw into my shoulders.
“We may not be in the typical missionary position, but I’ll still argue with you, Jen. So, go ahead, lie and say you aren’t going to come on this cock.”
Jensen’s head tilts back with a moan when I reach the hilt, but curses when I slowly pull back out. Her eyes latch back onto mine as her hands move to my face. “If I say it, will you go faster?”
“Maybe.” Fuck yes, I will. “I can see it in your eyes, baby. I can feel it in the way you’re squeezing me like a fist. Say it and we’ll both get that orgasm we’re wanting.”
“I’m going to come—” A moan of my name immediately comes as I thrust hard and fast into her. Her arms twist back around my neck. “You feel so damn good…I knew you would.”
All my sanity snaps, relentlessly pounding into her. There’s this feral need to consume her fully and while my first thought is to taste her lips on mine, I at least find enough sense to hold back.
Her head arches a bit and my mouth finds her neck to satisfy the need. I nip and suck at her neck until I’m positive there will be a mark left.
The sounds coming out of us both are nowhere near quiet but I don’t fucking care. It isn’t until Jensen’s sounds pause for two thrusts that I pull back, because on the third thrust her red lips form a nice O shape and her walls pulse around my shaft.
“That’s my girl.” I nip at the top of her tits and let myself go at the sound and feel of her release.
My hips slow in tandem with our plateau, then I slowly set her legs back down. Keeping my body pressed against hers until our breath evens out, I caress her cheek softly.
“You owe me a new dress,” she whispers in an exasperated breath.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear then place a kiss on her quickly forming hickey. “No way. I’m throwing out any other dresses you have actually, so you have to wear this one.”
Jensen giggles then rests her head on my shoulder. “Does sneaking off during Dex and Lucie’s big day make us bad friends?”
“Fuck no. Do you know how many times I’ve entertained Miles for Dex to do this exact thing? Asshole owes me.”
“Good.” Jensen lifts her head back up and this freshly fucked glint shines in her eyes. “Even if it did, I wouldn’t regret it.”
My heart pounds loudly in my chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever regret a single second with you.”
I’m terrified I might regret losing you.