Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sloan
Beck and I are lying in my bed fast asleep when an alarm blaring has us both groaning and he reaches over to shut it off. Rolling on his side, Beck tugs me close to him, burying his face in my neck.
“If this knife training wasn’t so important, I’d skip the gym and go back to sleep,” I groan.
“Mmm… I have a knife for you to train with, Little Dove.” Beck flexes his hips into my ass groaning.
“How much time do we have?” I flirt back, feeling bold.
Something I never would have asked James. I snuck out of bed before him every chance I got so he wouldn’t touch me.
“Mmm… If you allow me to eat you for breakfast, we have fifteen minutes.” Beck nips my neck with his teeth before he lifts up the blankets. Crawling down my body, he scoots down the bed.
“Yes or no, Little Dove?” Beck makes his way from my neck down to my inner thighs.
“Yes, please,” I whimper.
“That’s my good girl,” Beck groans, sucking hard on my clit through my panties. “You taste so sweet this morning.”
“Ahh…” I moan. “So, the pineapple…mmm”—his tongue traces me through my underwear—“actually works.”
Beck growls, pulling my panties down with his teeth. “Fuck, yes. So fucking sweet, baby.”
Fuck. Why is that so hot?
“Can I touch you please?”
“Yes, Little Dove,” Beck assures me before swiping his tongue through my soaking wet folds.
I can’t help but thrust my pelvis up and grind against his face because of how good it feels.
Beck’s large hands spread me wider, digging his fingers into my thighs, holding me open for him, as he devours me.
Running my hands through his hair, I grip and tug on it, grinding into his face, as he eats me like I’m his breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“Ahh. Fuck. Beck, that’s so…” I moan, my breath catching when Beck slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them upward and thrusts hard. I almost see stars.
Beck’s mouth leaves my pussy, as he kisses his way up my stomach to my breasts. Taking one of my pert nipples into his mouth, sucking and then nipping it with his teeth, as he continues to thrust two fingers inside me.
He kisses his way up my neck, nibbling my ear with his teeth.
“Such a good fucking girl for me, Little Dove. Now come.” Before he slams his lips on mine, hitting my G-spot just right with his fingers. He muffles my screams with his lips on mine, as my orgasm comes barreling out of me. Electricity shooting down my limbs. Lights flashing before my eyes.
Beck pulls away, staring in my eyes.
“You’re so good. So responsive, baby.” He kisses me softly.
“Mmm…your turn.” I smile lazily up at him, reaching out for him.
“Later, baby. We have to get to the gym.” Beck kisses me one last time, before he climbs out of bed.
His hard cock standing at attention in his boxers has my mouth salivating at the sight of it.
“Please?” I lick my lips eyeing his cock.
“Keep staring at him like that and you’ll be choking on him, Little Dove.”
My eyes go wide but I’m suddenly so turned on all over again. All the butterflies go straight to my pussy. Staring at Beck, in nothing but his boxers, is a religious experience.
The girls at work always joked and referred to James as a “Silver Daddy,” but I never really saw it. Looking at Beck, it’s evident the heavens took their time sculpting every inch of him. Beck’s seriously the most divine of all daddies. I could stare at him for an eternity and never get tired.
“Baby,” Beck rumbles.
“Okay, later. We don’t have time to shower huh?” I ask still in a daze.
“No, but you already gave me a shower so I’m good. I’ll get to smell you on me all day,” Beck growls, licking his lips.
The way Beck’s looking at me, has me clenching my thighs together.
Hopping out of bed, I scurry to the closet and pull out a sweatshirt and pair of leggings to throw on. Trying to hide just how much I still want Beck.
He watches my every move, but I’m watching him too, as he pulls on a pair of gray sweats that show the outline of his still hard cock. I pout when he pulls on a navy blue sweatshirt hiding his chiseled abs from me.
“Baby, eyes up here,” Beck quips.
“I could say the same to you, Beckett. I see you staring at my ass,” I tease back.
“It’s a great ass, Little Dove.” Beck winks, walking over giving my ass a little love tap.
“Are you ready? I don’t think we have time for coffee,” Beck says almost apologetically.
“Yep, I’ll drink some when we get back.” I smile at him, going up on my tippy toes giving him a chaste kiss.
Beck holds me to him, kissing me harder with more hunger. I groan into his mouth and he scoops me up by my thighs. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Loving the feel of his arms flexing against my skin as he holds me close to him.
I pull away chuckling. “I thought we had to leave, Beckett.”
“We do.” He pulls the bedroom door open and everyone is sitting at the island waiting for us.
All eyes are on us. Devious smirks on Sutton and Quinn’s faces, like they know what we were up to. Even Asher looks happy, maybe?
“Good morning, love birds,” Quinn chirps.
Beck and I both chuckle. “Morning, Q. Are you guys ready?”
“Is anyone ever ready this early in the morning?” Sutton groans.
“We were just waiting on you guys,” Asher offers slyly. “Is Sloan injured?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Beck can’t seem to keep your feet on the ground. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t injured.” Asher eyes Beck, smirking.
“I’m not injured. I like being carried. It’s nice to be held and not weighed down for once,” I respond to Ash, smiling at Beck.
“All right, let’s get to it. We have a busy day,” Sutton announces. She and Quinn smiles at me with so much love in their eyes.