Chapter 18 #2
The possessiveness in his voice is palpable.
I can feel the grip he has on me, and for once in my life I welcome it.
I want to belong to Beckett, every single piece of me.
Because I want all of him to belong to me, too.
But time and time again, Beck has proven to me that I’m the one he wants.
He’s told me hundreds of times since we met how obsessed with me he is.
As insecure as I feel about myself sometimes, I’ve seen the way the man looks at me.
He loves what he sees. So, I decide to let the jealousy fall to the ground a thousand feet below us.
“I know you’re mine, Beck. I don’t doubt that. Sometimes I find it hard to believe, but I do believe it.” I give him a small smile, gripping my harness tightly. “Mysterious last-minute helicopter flight to an unknown location? This all feels very Christian Grey of you, Mr. Hayes.”
He laughs, and the deep timber of his voice floats through the headphones. I could listen to that sound forever and never get tired of it.
“Christian Grey, huh? Not my style, baby. I want my hands around your throat, not leather or ropes.” He smirks, and goosebumps roll across my skin.
“Besides, I don’t think Ol’ Chris ever flew through enemy territory laying down heavy suppressive fire, hovering ten feet above the ground with a tail-gunner hanging out the side door pulling men out of a FUBAR situation.
I like to think I’m a little more talented than he is. ”
“Always trying to stay on top, huh?” I laugh, and he nods with a smile.
“You know it, pretty girl.” His hands grip the controls, his thick forearms making my mouth water.
I never thought forearms could be the sexiest part of a man’s body until I met Beck.
Something about the corded muscle covered in ink, flying this aircraft with such ease, makes my core clench.
I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate some of the ache.
I’ve never been a conventionally “pretty girl”.
My thighs are thick, and my ass is even thicker.
But Beckett, this perfect walking thirst trap of a man, looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And I believe him.
“Where are we going, Beck?” Curiosity builds in my chest, begging to be set free.
“It’s a surprise. I promise you’ll be happy.” He says, grinning that panty-melting grin of his.
The world below us is black, all shadowed textures and the whirring of helicopter blades.
I can smell the sea air around us, so I know we must me very close to the coast. Which coast?
Who knows. We’ve only been in the air for around half an hour before Beck rattles off a few more directions to air traffic control, indicating our landing somewhere.
I don’t see any airports or hangars anywhere near us, but I’m not really sure what I should be looking for anyway.
Putting my trust in Beck, I just enjoy the scenery.
We descend, the lights of a private helipad coming into view.
There is a house about five hundred yards from the concrete pad, beautiful but unassuming.
Nothing near the size of the estate but still well kept and gorgeous, almost like a coastal cabin.
The helicopter touches down on the pad, the blades slowing as the deafening sound eases.
After flipping a few switches, the engine dies.
Beck hangs his headphones up, opening his door and climbing out of the cockpit.
Grabbing his duffle bag from behind his seat, he makes his way around to my side, opening the door for me.
At this height, my seat is level with his chest, just the right height for him to reach through the doors and grip my hips, sliding me towards him and out of the seat.
He catches me before my feet hit the ground, sliding my body against his.
My heart pounds in my chest at the way he makes even the simplest things so fucking sexy.
“Let’s get inside the house before I say fuck this and bend you over in the back of this helicopter.
Never done that before but that’s a fantasy I’m more than happy to bring to life.
” He says, a shiver wracking my body as he kisses me.
It’s not a desperate kiss. If anything, it’s almost sweet.
Which makes it even harder to break away from.
This isn’t a hurried kiss from a man trying to prove I belong to him.
This is the confidence of a man who knows without a single doubt no one else will ever kiss me the way he can. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Too soon, he breaks the kiss, lacing his fingers with mine and guiding me towards the gravel path leading from the helicopter to the house.
We walk in silence, just basking in each other’s company.
Something I never thought I would experience is a comfortable silence, yet here we are.
Too soon we come up to the beautiful, modern coastal-style home that radiates peace and elegance.
It has clean lines, large triangular windows, and tan siding.
It’s small, but still has two levels. There’s a wide raised deck around the second level with several rocking chairs and a large outdoor dining area shaded by an umbrella.
It’s so quaint, and part of me hopes Beckett owns this too so we can come back here over and over again.
A light illuminates the front room, but I can’t see anything else inside.
Beckett opens the front door without knocking, letting us both in. A delicious smell fills the air, like garlic and onion sweating in a skillet, savory and delicious. My mouth is practically watering just walking through to the kitchen.
“Oh my god, that smells incredible! Do you have a chef or something?” I ask, Beck squeezing my hand lightly with a smile.
“Or something,” he smirks, pushing the door to the kitchen open.
A woman who looks to be in her late fifties stands at the stove with her back to us as Beck creeps up on her. He brings a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, stirring up trouble.
“What are you doin?!” he shouts, and the woman nearly jumps out of her skin, spinning with a spatula in one hand and the other clenched in a tight fist.
“Beckett Hayes, damn it! You scared the daylights out of me!” She says, swatting him away as he throws his head back laughing. “You know better than to sneak up on an old woman like that, boy!”
“I couldn’t help myself!” He laughs, his face almost boyish like this.
“Oh, shut up. Come hug my neck, I missed ya.” She opens her arms to him, squeezing him tightly. I know that smile she wears, I feel the love that causes it every single day. Every time I wrap my arms around my boy.
“Hey, mama” he says, squeezing her back.
And my stomach drops to the floor.