Chapter 12 #3
The way she nips at me drives me wild. Nearly as crazy as the way she drags her nails over my skin, raking down my back to dig into the top of my ass as she pulls my hips between her legs.
I groan into her mouth, grinding against her as best I can, being careful not to put too much pressure on her stomach.
“I won’t break, Blue, I promise,” she pants against my lips. “Neither will she. Believe me.” She brings her lips to my ear, adding in a whisper that destroys my last rational brain cell, “I had my vibrator in deep last night. I came so hard, imagining you inside me again.”
A primal sound of surrender rips from my chest as I drop to my knees in front of her, shoving her skirt up and reaching for her panties with shaking hands.
“Tell me. Please,” I beg like that penitent I am, here on my knees for the goddess who rips my world apart. “Tell me what you imagined. Tell me how I fucked you in your fantasy.”
Her breath hitches, her breasts rising and falling faster as she watches me drag her panties down her thighs. “You were coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. I was waiting naked for you in bed, already soaked from playing with my nipples while I watched you in the shower.”
I toss her underwear aside and curl my fingers into her bare hips, tugging her to the edge of the cushion. “Then what?”
“I told you to come fuck me,” she says, her breath ragged.
I groan as the salty smell of her hits my nose. “Did I do as I was told?” I ask, my gaze dropping to her pussy. Her lush, drenched, sexy as hell pussy… “Damn, Bea. Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Prove it,” she whispers, a challenge in the words. I don’t hesitate to accept.
I press open-mouthed kisses up her inner thighs, kneading the strong muscles of her ass as I move, silently encouraging her to scoot even lower. Spread herself wider.
Let me see—and taste—every inch.
“And, yes,” she breathes, her hands sliding into my hair. “You did exactly as you were told. You were a very good boy. So…”
Her words dissolve into a moan as I take my first taste of her.
Her silk. Her salt. Her soft, hot, oh-so-responsive pussy, the one I’ve been dreaming about since the last time I was lucky enough to be inside her.
I fuck her with my tongue, slow and steady, deliberate and deep, drawing it out for both of us as long as I can.
A part of me can’t believe this is real. That I’m this lucky.
“I want to be your good boy,” I confess, rubbing my thumbs in circles deep on either side of her swollen sex, getting into the root of her clit, making her squirm and gasp for me.
“Your good man. Your good friend.” My voice catches as I add, “And a good father. If you’ll let me try. I’ll try so hard, I promise.”
“Blue. Oh yes, Blue. Yes!” She cries out, her back arching, her entire body shaking as I seal my lips around her clit and suck.
I take her up and over, groaning my encouragement as she grinds against my face, her inner walls throbbing on my tongue. Then I take her up again, waiting until she’s clawing at the cushions before I glide two fingers inside her.
She’s even louder this time, the sound of her crying out as she comes a sweet song, I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear again.
“Fuck, I love it when you come for me,” I rumble, my voice so deep it vibrates my ribs, the same ones our baby kicked while I was kissing her mama.
My baby.
My woman.
In my mind, I stake claims I have no right to make, but I can’t stop the thoughts any more than I can stop the choked sound that escapes my throat as Bea pushes at my shoulders and demands, “Your pants. God, Blue, get your pants off. Now. Please, now.”
I rise on unsteady legs. She’s on me before I can drop my hands, ripping open the button at the top of my jeans and fumbling with my zipper. Her hands shake, and her breath is still coming fast, making her larger-than-usual breasts threaten to heave out of the top of that dress.
I suddenly want my mouth on her breasts, on her nipples, want it so desperately that my mouth floods. I want her naked and under me or on top of me or however my girl wants it, with her nipples in my mouth, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
But we shouldn’t do that here.
“Wait,” I say, covering her hand with mine. “Let me take you to your room. To the bed.”
“Don’t want a bed. Don’t need one,” she says, tugging my jeans and underwear down enough to free my cock, making me gasp as the cool air hits my painfully swollen length. “Clover can’t get out of bed without help. No one’s going to see us, and I need you. Now. Right now.”
She strokes me up and down, making my head fall back and the room spin.
“Look at you, so hard you’re purple,” she murmurs, clearly approving of how shameless I am for her. “I love seeing how much you want me, Archer. I love it so much.”
I feel her hot tongue swirl around my tip and go out of my head for a second.
All I know is by the time the doorbell rings, I’m braced against the back of the couch with one hand and about to guide my dick into Beatrice with the other.
At the sound of the buzzing, we both freeze, our wide eyes locking as she whispers, “Ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away.”
Before I can reply, the doorbell rings again, followed by a familiar voice calling, “Bea? You home? It’s Baylor. Charlotte said you guys would be back from the hospital by now.”
Nix.
Fuck.
Fuck and double fuck.
I scramble back like a teenager caught making out behind the barn during morning chores. Bea yanks her skirt down, running a shaking hand through her hair, while I fumble with my zipper, willing my raging hard-on into submission.
“Yeah, we’re here. Just a second!” she calls out, her voice an octave too high. She glances around, struggling to see past her belly as she hisses, “Any idea where my panties are?”
I spot them on the floor by the coffee table and scoop them up, pressing them into her hand. “I’ll get the door.”
“Not yet, wait,” she whispers, before adding in a louder voice as I help her to her feet.
“Just making a mess in the kitchen, and my hands are soaking wet. One second. Hey, Blue, are you in the shower yet?” She widens her eyes at me as she balances on one leg, wiggling her panties up her thighs as she wills me to play along.
“Blue’s getting settled in the guest room.
He’s going to be staying with us for a while to help out with Clover. ”
“Yeah, Charlotte told me,” Nix says. “That’s great.”
“It is,” Bea agrees, before adding, “oh, hey, Blue. There you are.”
“Yeah, hi, what’s up?” I say, in the most stilted voice ever, making Beatrice roll her eyes before jabbing a finger to her crutches.
I lunge for them, ashamed that I needed direction.
But then, I don’t have much blood headed to my brain at the moment.
“Can you let Bay in? He’s at the door,” she says, accepting the crutches I’ve fetched.
“We didn’t expect you until tomorrow, Baylor.
Did you get in early from the trip?” To me, she murmurs, “I’ll pull myself together in the kitchen.
Go slow.” She casts a pointed glance at my fly before adding, “Don’t open the door until you’re not on the verge of poking his eye out, okay? ”
I nod, exhaling a rush of breath. “I’ll try.”
I swallow, doing my best to shift gears as I head for the door.
I think about all the expenses I haven’t categorized in my bookkeeping software.
I think about the ice bath in the physical therapy room.
I think about the sewer smell that’s been drifting into my apartment ever since the city started replacing the pipes nearby, and the potentially rabid possum spotted in my neighbor’s trash.
Anything but the taste of Beatrice still sweet and wild on my tongue.
By the time I reach for the door, I’m decent. Not flaccid, but not “about to poke an eye out,” either.
With a bracing breath, I open the door, revealing Nix in the hall outside. He’s still in his designer three-piece suit from the plane, the one Charlotte picked out last year that makes him look way more put together than the rest of us.
“Hey, Blue. What’s up? Charlotte told me you were moving in for a while to spare Bea the heavy lifting with Clover.” He smiles as he reaches out to clasp my shoulder. “Thank you, man. Seriously.”
The guilt hits like a punch to the solar plexus.
I nod, gaze dropping to the floor as I step back to let him in. “Yeah. Of course. Happy to help.”
And I am. But lying isn’t helping.
This is my best friend. The man who’s had my back since we both joined the team, the man who trusts me to protect his sister, not fuck her without protection, then botch Surprise Pregnancy Management like a test I forgot to study for.
“What about you?” he asks as he drops his duffel bag by the door. “How’s your head?”
“Good,” I say. “I’m fine.”
But I’m not fine.
I’m even less fine as I watch Nix pull Beatrice in for a hug in the kitchen before they start to chat. I’m too distracted by the fear that he’s going to notice the sex smell lingering beneath the garlic and basil of the lasagna she’s just pulled from the oven.
“Earth to Blue,” Beatrice says, her smile tight, making me think it isn’t the first time she’s said my name.
I blink. “Sorry, what?”
“I asked if you want wine with dinner instead of a beer. Bay was thinking of opening a bottle,” she says. “But I can obviously only have a tiny glass, so… What about you? Up for a glass or two of wine?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
I don’t usually turn to alcohol or any other substance for help controlling myself, but tonight…
Well, maybe some wine will keep me from stressing so hard that I spill my guts at the dinner table. Bea’s calling the shots on when we tell her brother the truth.
I just hope she decides to tell him soon.
Before the guilt eats me alive.