Chapter 32
Lacey
When the screen door opens, I am expecting to see Beckett—alone.
Instead, my mother’s friend, who is more like an aunt to me, walks in with a wide smile, and Beckett is loaded down with trays that I can only imagine are nothing but sugary goods.
“How’s my girl?” Mrs. Mabel embraces me with a hug. “Oh, that smells delicious. What is it?”
“I am good.” I smile back, both of us ignoring Beckett who still stands with trays of food in his hand. “It’s tater-tot casserole.”
“Oh, I must stay and eat some.” She coos, looking back at Beckett, “You can set those down hun. You are acting like you don’t know where you are.”
I try my best to hide my laugh while Beckett blows out a groan and walks the trays to the end of the kitchen island, setting them down.
“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” I tell our new guest. I was expecting to eat this supper with Beckett and head off to my bedroom with him since the house was all to ourselves.
“I should have called, but Carson said you were all alone and asked me to check in on you.”
I hear a growl come from Beckett and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“Oh, he did? I know he gets so worried about me.” I try not to be suspicious.
“But he didn’t say anything about Beckett. You’re not alone,” she smirks.
I nod. “Nope. He has been a big help.”
“You used to be more talkative,” she tells him, and I have to turn my back to keep from laughing again.
“I am just tired,” he tells her. “Lacey has been working my ass off all day.”
“Good for you girl!” She winks at me.
Mrs. Mabel put out plates for all three of us and silverware, while I brought the dinner to the table and Beckett fixed us all sweet tea in a glass.
“This looks delicious, Lacey.” She coos, taking a big bite of her casserole. She swallows and Beckett takes a sip of his tea. “Now let’s talk about why you two were fucking in the barn earlier.”
Beckett’s drink flies out of his mouth, misting the entire table before us, and my mouth widens in horror.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell her.
She sighs. “Lacey, I am old, not blind. And you forgot there are cameras in the barn that I have access to.”
I sit back, my heart falling straight to my feet.
“Don’t worry, I am not mad. Holden and Jane would be so happy—well, maybe not about the PDA, but the fact that he loved you like a son, Beckett.” She turns to me. “You better tell your brother before he finds out on his own.”
“He doesn’t have access to the camera and neither do any of the cattlemen. I didn’t even know you did!” I am horrified.
She laughs. “Keep underestimating me, child, and I will keep surprising you.”
“Don’t tell Carson,” Beckett warns.
“I won’t say a word.” She eyes him sternly, “But you better do it yourself.”
“He has already warned me to stay away from her.”
Mrs. Mabel laughs. “What an asshole of a brother you have, Lace.” She takes another bite of food. “This tater-tot casserole is delicious. Not as delicious as you looked earlier though, Beckett King. Those abs.” she swoons.
I don’t have an appetite anymore.
* * *
“I cannot believe she saw us.” I laugh with my hands in the sink, washing the dishes from dinner. Beckett stands beside me with a towel, drying off the pieces I hand him.
“Last thing I needed is that woman seeing my bare ass.” He shakes his head as he puts up the plates in the cabinet.
As I wipe down the sink and dry it out with the towel Beckett was using, a warmth hits my neck, making me stop in my tracks.
“Your supper was good. Thank you,” he whispers.
I smile, turning to face him. “Thank you for eating it.”
He bends, picking me up by my waist, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. “There is something else I want to eat now.”
I giggle as the kitchen goes out of my sight, and he ascends the stairs, reaching my bedroom in record time. Beckett takes it all in, “This room looks different now.”
“What? My pop star posters and pink walls were supposed to stay around forever?” I tease.
“I mean, I always wanted Jessie McCartney looking at me while I had sex. Should have kept his poster up,” he smirks.
I am lowered down to the bed, and Beckett steps back, admiring me. “You sure are beautiful, Lacey Taylor.”
“You better get over here and kiss me, Beckett King.”
He grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, exposing his rich and defined muscles. Walking closer to the bed, he kisses me softly, while my hands find his jeans and unbutton them. I shimmy them the best I can, trying my best not to break our kiss.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him.
“You’re bossy, have you been told that before?”
I giggle, my teeth hitting his lips. “Maybe a time or two.”
He crawls beside me on the mattress, leaning back against my white pillows, pulling me up to him. But I shake my head, pulling back from him. “I am the one who gets to taste you, tonight.”
His eyes dilate, nostrils flare, and I grab the fabric of his boxers, pulling them off him while his hard dick springs out before me.
I run my tongue from his balls to his tip, making him hiss in appreciation and roll his head back. The reaction gives me the biggest confidence boost I have ever had, and I lower my mouth toward the precum leaking out.
I lick around the tip, his dick springs forward and backward, loving the warmth of my tongue. I open my mouth, lowering it down and taking him to the back of my throat.
He hisses again, this time his hands going to my hair and pulling lightly. “Fuck, Lace.”
My eyes sting, but I fight back the urge to gag, his dick taking up all the room I have to breathe. I muster through the feeling, watching his breathing labor and excitement rushes to my core, my own wetness pooling, watching him come undone.
“Lacey, fuck,” he growls. “You’re looking fucking perfect like that.”
I pick up my speed, moving my right hand to cup his balls and massage them as I continue sucking him down.
Beckett pulls me off fast, a groan coming from his chest, and lays me down on the mattress, spreading my legs. “I don’t come anywhere but inside of you.”
He enters me in one thrust, making my back buck, but thankfully, my walls stretch easier now that I have had him inside a few times.
“You are such a fucking good girl,” he purrs at me, losing himself in the pumps he gives me.
Placing his thumb on my clit, he pushes weight into the flesh, teasing circles around it. From his praises and having him at my mercy just a few minutes ago, it doesn’t take long for my own orgasm to build. My walls constrict him like a python sucking the life from its prey.
“Fucking hell, Lacey!” Beckett moans out and erupts inside me.
“Not so big and bad when that happens are you?” I tease when he falls on top of me.
He kisses my forehead. “Shut up.”