29. Beck
CHAPTER 29
Beck
“Good.”
It was like I had a steel pipe in my pants. The woman was pure sin. A goddess in her signature silk robe. Her hair was unbound and wild. Not the perfectly coiffed hairdo she usually wore.
I released a hand from its hold on her hips and drove it through her strands. She practically purred as she leaned into the touch.
“You're distracting me.”
Luna leaned in and nipped at my ear. “No idea what you're talking about.”
“Liar.”
The smile that touched her lips was a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. The exhaustion from a long day of new, demanding clients and shifting of staff to accommodate the chaotic schedules of the people we protected. She extinguished that all with one twitch of her lips, one broad smile. Suddenly everything was a little bit better.
I’d do everything in my power to hold onto that feeling. To hold onto her.
“Come with us tomorrow.” I barely managed the words as she proceeded to cup the back of my neck and drive her fingers through the bottom of my shortly cropped hair, her fingernails sending a shiver down my spine and straight to my hard dick.
There was no world in which she couldn’t feel it harden beneath her. Suddenly, she pulled back, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she rocked back and slid her hands down the front of my shirt. I wore my signature black tee, having shucked the leather jacket the second I arrived home earlier in the evening. Now I wish I still wore it to put an extra layer between us. Well, my brain wanted that, my lower half wanted other things.
Luna rocked one more time against my dick, this time harder, the rocking, not the dick, before slipping off me.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. The woman dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Luna—”
She ran her hands along my thighs and the sight of her down there, showered in moonlight, her wide eyes on me made me crave things, dirty things.
I made to stand, and Luna stopped me, her hands holding my thighs firmly in place. If I wanted to, I could break the connection. There was a war between my head, my heart, and my dick and I wasn’t sure which one would win. “Are you sure?”
Her fingers toyed with the button that held my dark-wash jeans together. The button came undone with a pop, and her gaze never left mine as she drew down the zipper. I gently wrapped my hands around her wrists. “You don’t have to do this.”
She lifted a solitary brow. “I know.”
Then, after a little coaxing, I lifted my hips so she could easily get me free. The second she had my dick out her eyes doubled in size. “Jesus, Bennet. You’re packing. How could I have forgotten?”
My dick twitched. “Take what you can.”
“Challenge accepted,” she said breathless as her hands clasped around the base of my erection, her grip firm. I immediately tilted my head back, swearing up at the stars above. This was the single greatest sensation I’d felt in my life, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.
Luna licked her lips as her hands began their work, twisting and tugging. Then she lifted one hand and dragged her tongue along the palm to wet it. The little gesture had me panting for her.
“Please,” I begged, no longer interested in games. I wanted those pouty lips around my dick, and I wanted them now.
Luna bent down even lower, and I could feel her warm breath on me.
“Breathe, Bennet.”
“Not likely,” I hissed.
She chuckled, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue slowly from base to tip, taking her goddamn time.
I white-knuckled the armrests, keeping my hands firmly in their place.
Then, the teasing stopped, and Luna took me deep into her throat, taking me as far as she could go. The moment she gagged, I tried pulling out, but Luna’s fingers dug into my thighs so hard they’d leave a mark.
I almost forgot to breathe as she added her hands back to the base, gently twisting and tugging in an easy rhythm with her mouth. It was as if we'd done this dance a thousand times before.
In just a few strokes, the sensations threatened to consume me and there was no way in fuck I was going to blow after ten seconds like some sort of virgin.
Through hooded eyes, I stared at the woman who would surely be my undoing and tried to distract myself with unsexy thoughts.
Then she dragged a fingertip underneath my balls, and I was done for. “Fuck, woman. If you don't stop that, I'm going to come down the back of that pretty throat of yours.”
A look of pure victory crossed her face. She doubled down.
In a few seconds, I started panting, the wood of the chair cracking beneath my palms.
“Luna,” I growled in warning.
A warning she didn't heed.
Well, fuck. That very decision on her part sent me over the edge. Before I knew it, my cum was spilling down the back of her throat. Her hand milked me, and she took it all.
And my hand fell away, the wood shattering under my grip.
With my cum still in her mouth, she glared at me. “You had to go and break my chair.”
Her glare wiped away in an instant, and the ridiculousness of it all came crashing down on us as I zipped my pants.
Luna shifted as she tried to get to her feet. I reached out to help her when she started swearing.
“Shit, my knee.”
I swept her up and sure enough there was wood embedded in her knee. “You have a splinter. At least one. There must have been something already on the ground.”
“If I knew giving you blow jobs was this dangerous, I might have chosen to go inside the second I heard your back door open.”
I tilted her chin up. “Would you have changed what we did just now? Do you regret it?”
Her face softened, and she must have known exactly where my head was . This time, she slid her hands into mine. “I wouldn’t change a thing.” Then she snapped out of the softness. “But if you don’t get this splinter out of my knee, I might reconsider going down on you in the future.”
“We can’t have that. It would ruin the whole orgasm thing.”
Her lips twitched. “I think you should carry me.”
I couldn’t agree more. Bending at the knee, I lifted her up, her legs handing over my arm and her head cradled near my shoulder.
The sigh she released sounded like heaven.
“By the way, I’m invoicing you for that chair. I can’t have you going all hulk on my furniture.”
I chuckled. “These muscles aren’t just for show, you know.”
“Awfully cocky there, aren’t you?”
“Confident, Marks. I’m confident. Let’s not get it twisted.” I knocked the door between our backyards closed with my foot before bringing her into my house, being extra careful not to bump her feet on the door. I would never hear the end of it.
“Can you confidently get this tiny piece of wood out of my knee before morning because it really feels like you’re stalling and I need my beauty sleep,” she said on a yawn. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you’re bringing me back to your house and not mine.”
“I know where my medicine cabinet is, Marks. Besides, this is starting to feel like our schtick.”
“You wish.”
I kissed her temple. “I do.”
Luna lifted her head from its place in my nook. “Are you trying to kidnap me again?”
“What will you do if I say yes?”
She cocked her head, then shook it as if shaking off whatever thought had popped into her head. I wanted to tease out that thought, whatever it had been.
I clutched her closer to my chest, before setting her down on the closed toilet seat in the downstairs bathroom. The loss of her warmth made me stumble back a step before I got back to the task at hand. Luna gestured toward the drawers in the vanity, amusement flashing in her hooded eyes.
The woman was clearly exhausted and needed sleep, so I got to work and when her knee was clean and splinter free—with only minor bouts of cursing from my patient—I put a Bluey bandage on her knee for good measure, certain that Alice would berate me if I didn’t.
Rather than taking her back to her place, I lifted her again, bringing her back to my guest room, Luna nearly asleep in my arms.
Just before setting her on the bed, she shook her head vehemently and tightened her grip around my neck. “Not this bed.”
My heart stopped, and I hovered over the plush floral comforter. “I’m not taking you home. It’s late, and I’d feel better if you were here with me.”
“Your room,” she said, her voice a little louder, and a lot firmer than before. “I want to sleep in your bed.”
“Luna—”
“I’ll make sure to wake up before Alice does.”
“This isn’t about Alice.” Although I appreciated that she considered what it might be like for my daughter to find a woman in my bed. Alice loved Luna. If anything, she’d probably be thrilled to have Luna in our house in the morning. I’d never brought a woman around my daughter before. I’d been very careful about that.
“This is about me not taking advantage of you,” he confided.
Luna cupped my cheek. “I’m pretty sure I just took advantage of you .”
“This body is yours. You can take advantage of me whenever and however you want.”
I watched the long lines of her neck as she swallowed hard. Then I remembered her swallowing something else just a few minutes ago and remembered once again that having her share a bed with me was a terrible idea.
Luna tapped my shoulder. “Is that an invitation for round two?
I could feel myself getting hard again. This woman had my body reacting like a teenage boy.
“Take me to your room, Beck. Hurry before all the blood rushes to my head.”
That’s when I realized she was still hovered over the bed. Come to think of it, my arms were starting to feel the strain of the awkward angle. “Fine.”
I walked down the hall and placed her in my bed, carefully bringing the sheets and comforter up to her neck. The woman would be well covered if I had anything to say about it.
Then I snagged a few extra pillows from the linen closet in my oversized bathroom and lined them down the center of the bed. Luna turned over, one hand under the pillow as she examined me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I shoved one final pillow between the head pillows. “Fixing the bed.”
She lifted a brow, her face steeped in skepticism. “Is that so?”
Hands on my hips, I scanned the room to see if there was anything else I should add. Happy with the results, I headed to the bathroom where I grabbed a clean pair of athletic shorts and brushed my teeth. The day had been long and the last thing I wanted while also being the only thing I wanted to do was crawl into bed. I took my time washing my face, reapplying deodorant and making sure I flossed so thoroughly my dentist would be forced to give me a gold star.
I was stalling.
The sheets rustled. “Do you plan on joining me at all? Perhaps sometime before the sun rises?”
“Go to sleep,” I said from the confines of my bathroom, making sure to use mouthwash. You could never be too careful when it comes to dental hygiene.
Luna muttered something unintelligible. I could only imagine it carried a few expletives.
Finally, I’d run out of tactics and swayed on my feet, the long day catching up to me. “Fuck it.”
I exited the bathroom to find a mound of pillows on the ground, my hard work undone. “Luna?—”
“Beck—” she countered easily. “You’re a grown up. You can handle it.” There was nothing quite like having your own words thrown back in your face.
I scrubbed a hand down my face then slid into the California King.
Luna chuckled sleepily and patted the bed. “There’s plenty of room.”
I’d kept my body firmly along the edge of the bed, trying to take up as little space as my massive body could manage.
“I gave you a blow job. You can lay next to me like a normal human.”
I bristled at that. “And nothing else is going to happen tonight.”
Luna kept her eyes closed as she smiled. “Technically, it’s morning.”
I pulled the blankets over me, effectively tucking myself in and said, as pointedly as possible, “Good night, Marks.”
“Good night, Bennet. By the way, get your suit ready, you’re taking me to the gala.”