Chapter 29
Beckett
Two hours later, we have almost put the entire porch floor back. The fresh wood color makes a big difference to the way it looked before, and there is no fear of falling through it when you walk across.
I never put my shirt back on; no sense when I knew I would be back in the Georgia heat working. Lacey went up to the barn to grab a saw and brought it back down. She cut my pieces while I laid and hammered them into the deck.
Honestly, we fell into a perfect rhythm. This project did not take nearly as long as I thought it would. Having her help was better than I could have imagined.
“Here.” She hands me the last cut. “Last piece.” She smiles with pride.
Of course, we still have so much more to do, the railing needs to go back up, paint, and work on the exterior of the actual cottage, but this flooring was a good first choice to begin with.
“Thank you.” I take the board from her, reaching for a few nails from the box we picked up from the store, and hammer in the final piece.
“It looks so good.” Lacey beams with excitement. “This has needed to be done for a while. Thank you for doing it.”
“Well, I figured since it's mine now, I should take care of it,” I tell her.
She sighs, “It was a shock at first, but I know why Mama did it.”
“Why?”
She shrugs. “You’re family, Beckett. Always have been.”
She’s referring to me as a brother again. I don’t nod or say a word, just stand and walk over to the toolbox next to her and put the hammer inside. “Well, thank you for the help, Lace.”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Nope.”
“Beckett.” She sighs, reaching out and touching my forearm to get my attention. “What’s wrong?”
How can she not feel this? This electricity when we are around each other, the way we get along so well, the way I can’t even find an ounce of self-control to listen to her brother’s warning when it comes to being around her.
I stop in time to look at her, my eyes holding hers, and the look on her face making me lose all grip on reality and filter on my words.
“I am not your fucking brother.” Before I can stop myself, my hand grabs her waist, pulling her into me, and crashing my lips to hers.
I figured she would pull back from me, or maybe even slap me. Instead, her hands wrap around my neck, deepening our kiss even farther.
When my tongue slides past her lips, a whimper comes from her mouth, making me pull her even closer to my body.
She pulls back as quick as it started. “What-what was that?”
I grin at her. “I was tired of you placing me in the brother category, when I clearly am not.”
“I just thought that is what you wanted?” she whispers.
“No Lace. You’re not my sister. You’re the girl who makes my heart skip a beat and my brain disconnect from my mouth when you’re around.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and her gaze falls down to my jeans, there’s no hiding my excitement now. She leans into me, wiggling her finger at me to bend down so she could whisper into my ear. When I do, I hear her words. “So glad you can’t see my excitement. That’s something you’ll have to feel.”
My nostrils flare with arousal, all reserves flying out the window of my sanity and good choices. I smirk, bending and grabbing her by surprise, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. “Good, I need an appetizer before I have dinner.”
Her squeal of excitement drives the blood from my brain straight to my cock faster with every step. Fuck Carson: he can’t tell me or Lacey what to do.
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Lacey
We bypass the kitchen and living room, straight to the bedroom where Beckett lays me gently across the mattress.
Should you be doing this? My traitorous brain takes over and for a minute, I give in to it. That was until he zips off his jeans, pulling his boxers down with them, leaving me nothing but a very naked and a very handsome and LARGE Beckett before my eyes.
I am a grown-ass woman, and my mother did tell me to take care of him.
Why can’t I let him take care of me, too?
Excitement races through my body, my skin on fire watching him stalk over to me.
“Lacey Taylor, do you know how long I have wanted to do this?”
My heart hammers in my chest. “N-No?”
He smirks, leaning down to kiss me again, trailing kisses down my neck, stopping at my chest. His hands run up under my tank top and pulls it off over my head. He leans down again, trailing kisses down my breast, my breathing labors with each sensation.
“Since the moment you crashed into me at the cowboy church.”
Okay, the mention of my mother’s funeral should have been a turn off, but honestly, that run-in with him also made me hot and bothered.
I couldn’t think straight after leaving him in the hallway.
Ever since I was a little girl, he was attractive to me.
But he was also Beckett King, my brother’s best friend. Totally off limits.
So why is he taking my jeans off right now?
He throws them on the floor, my boots with them, while I lay at his mercy in my bra and panties.
“One thing you should know about me, Lace.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What? Oh, God. Should we not be doing this?”
He grins. “Oh, we should. And I just wanted you to know I am going to take my sweet time.”
In a flash, he is in between my legs, kneeling, hooking both thumbs around the fabric of my underwear and pulling them off my body, tossing them on the floor with my other clothes.
“I wonder how you taste.” His eyes never leave mine, but he bends down, swiping his tongue over my flesh, sending a current of electricity through me. Crawling up me, he kisses my lips. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”
My heart is racing at record speed because holy shit, this is hot.
He returns to the ache in between my legs, using his tongue to slowly taste me again, each flip intentional and savoring. I have never had a guy take his time doing this part.
He runs his fingers down below his tongue, sticking one inside me. I buck again at the sensation; I haven’t been filled there other than with my vibrator in about two years.
He growls. A full-on predatory growl. “Lacey, have you not been with anyone?”
“Not in a few years,” I tell him.
He picks his head up, nostril flaring, “You are so fucking tight—like a virgin.”
I look panicked. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
He laughs, bending back down to push his finger inside me—now two of them—pumping in and out of me. “Oh, sweetheart, I will fit. You underestimate my patience.”
That shouldn’t have made me hot and flustered, but holy hell, I almost came undone from his words alone.
After a few moments, he adds another finger. The stretching sensation making my eyes roll back in my head. Even my vibrator doesn’t stretch me that much or take that much time with me.
The full sensation makes my toes curl but doesn’t send me over the edge yet.
Beckett sits up, my wetness glistening on his lips, and he bends down near my face, kissing me deeply, his tongue invading my own, tangling and wrestling together deeply.
I can taste myself, and it is turning me on even more.
“I need you,” I whisper to him. “Please Beckett, I need you inside me.”
I can feel the son of a bitch smirk while he kisses me, disappointment flushing over me when he removes his fingers, making me feel empty.
Lining up his cock with my entrance, he wipes it through my wetness, mixing it with his precum that is already dripping over the tip. The moment of truth. This might be the death of me.
“Oh, shit. Condom!” I yell. “I am not on the pill.”
He shakes his head. “I am clean, and I had a vasectomy a few years ago.”
“Oh.” I don’t mean to, but my face falls in sadness for him. Why does he think he had to do that at such a young age?
The emotion quickly turns to pleasure as he pushes inside me, stretching me more than his fingers ever thought about. I cry out in euphoria.
“Open up for me, Lace.” He pushes in all the way, “Good girl. You are fucking amazing.”
He leans over me, rocking his hips as he pulls in and out of me with the force of his hips.
“Beckett,” I moan, and his thrust get faster.
“That’s it, Lace. Take me all the way.”
“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me, Beckett. Fuck me.”
He places his hands on the headboard, steadying himself as he gives me the ride of a lifetime. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on tighter and secretly not able to get close enough to him. I need to be closer.
He bends down, circling his thumb around the bundle of nerves above my entrance. All of the sensations collide a few minutes later. Beckett bends down when he notices I am close and takes my lips, allowing my moans to hum against him, and he drinks them down with his own.
My muscles contract, squeezing the life out of him inside me, milking him as much as he is me. Our orgasms crash together in the most poetic way.
Beckett falls over on me, his arm wraps around me, his dick still inside me, pulling me close to him and kissing my forehead.
“That was a turn of events.” He looks down at me with a grin.
I laugh, snuggling into his chest. “I’d say so.”