Chapter 53
VINNY
I hate the pleasure rocking through me, I hate the fact it’s from him, Beckham, and I hate that I’m enjoying taking something from him that he didn’t want to give me.
I hate that I hurt him, and I hate that I fucking loved it.
I want to scream, pound into him harder, faster, until my orgasm barrels through me and makes me shake.
It isn’t fair that, even as I destroy him, I still fucking love him, still hate myself. Every single moment, every single thrust of my hips feels wrong and right at the same time.
Becks cries under me, his body trembling, his strangled voice making my heart pound. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. It’s okay, okay? It’s okay.”
My hips thrust harder, my cock driving into his ass until finally my climax slams into me, making me grab his thick ass and hips, a loud groan pouring from my mouth.
After his ass is full of cum, I pull out and smack his ass harshly before I pull my pants up and walk across the room.
“Let him go.”
Kaiden looks at me, still sitting atop Becks and holding his wrists in place, even as Beckham doesn’t struggle to free himself. “You’re done?”
“I’m fucking done. Let’s go,” I say, unable to look at either of them. “I don’t want to see him ever again.”
Kaiden lets go, then comes and stands next to me. He grabs the back of my head, and he puts his forehead to mine. “Do you feel better?”
Tears fill my eyes, and I shake my head. “I feel worse.”
Kai sighs, his lips twitching. “Maybe you should hit him again.”
“No,” I say, barely holding myself together. “Can we just go?”
I hear Beckham crying through the white noise in my mind, so I look over at him.
He’s pulled his sweats back up, and he’s sitting upright on the couch.
When his ocean eyes find mine, my heart cracks in half.
He has blood on his face, from his nose and mouth and a small cut on his cheekbone, and I want to cross the space and wipe him clean.
I want to kiss him, lick away the blood and heal him.
I don’t, though, even as tears make clean lines in the blood.
“Let’s go,” Kai says, slapping a hand down on my shoulder.
I nod, but then the doorbell rings, making all three of us look at the front door. In a panic, Beckham jumps up and runs to the bathroom, and a second later, he’s coming out with a wet towel against his face in an effort to clean off the blood.
“Go sit down,” Beckham growls to us as he passes, nodding to the couch as he throws the bloody towel on the floor against the wall. My heart pounds, and my legs turn to frozen blocks, so Kai has to drag me the short distance to the couch.
When Beckham opens the front door, I spot an older man on the porch dressed in a dark blue suit who I don’t recognize.
“Marten,” Beckham greets the man. “What’s up?”
“I called your dad, but wanted to tell you in person,” the man, Marten, says. “Can I come in?”
Becks holds the door open and steps to the side. “Sure.”
Marten eyes me and Kai, and I feel nervous as he turns back to Beckham, clearly taking in his injured face. “Could we talk in private?”
“Just tell me, Marten.” Beckham sighs, closing the front door and facing all of us.
“Well, I have some great news!” Marten says, his tone turning cheerful. “The murder charges have been dropped! You’ll only be charged with arson, and that’ll be easy to get rid of in court, since there’s no real proof you lit the fire!”
“Wait, what?” Becks questions, stuttering. “Start over? Why are they dropping the murder charges?”
Marten sits down at one of the chairs at the little table in the room, then pulls a folder out of the briefcase I didn’t notice he was carrying. As he opens the folder, he holds a piece of paper out to Becks. “Sage Blackmore’s autopsy. She was already dead when the fire started.”
“What?!” I shout, Kai and I both shooting up from our seats at the same time, but Becks walks to the table and grabs the piece of paper with shaking hands.
“How did she die?” Kai asks, voice tense, his hand turning into a fist at his side. We both walk to where Beckham’s reading the autopsy and look over his shoulder to read alongside him.
AUTOPSY REPORT
PATIENT NAME: Sage Grace Blackmore
DOB: 01/14
DOD: 12/31
CAUSE OF DEATH: Gunshot wound to the chest.
NOTES: Although there was present burning on 60% of the body, there was no indication of smoke inhalation. Victim was deceased at the time of fire.
Before I can read any more, I feel bile climbing up my throat.
“I didn’t kill Sage,” Beckham breathes, dropping the piece of paper to the ground. “I didn’t kill Sage.”
Kai shoves past me, out the front door, then I hear him throwing up onto the grass.
I can’t breathe, oxygen feeling too far and too thick and my lungs shrinking and drenched in anxiety.
Beckham whispers again, turning to look at me. “I didn’t kill Sage.”
I find his blue eyes filled with tears, and then I take a step away from him, shaking my head. “You didn’t kill Sage.”
Beckham turns to look at Marten, who’s sitting at the table, watching this information destroy our reality, and he clears his throat.
“Thanks for letting me know, Marten.”
Marten nods as he stands up to leave. “Sure, son. Your house arrest was terminated. Just don’t leave the county till we get you into court for the arson, got it?”
“Sure,” Becks says, walking Marten to the door as Kai comes back inside, his arm over his mouth. “Thank you again.”
Marten turns to look inside before Becks closes the front door, and it feels like he’s looking at all three of us when he speaks now. “Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”
“You got it,” Becks says, his voice still shaking from shock, then he closes the front door and puts his back to it. “I didn’t kill Sage.”
“You didn’t fucking kill Sage, but who did?” Kaiden says, his features showing his renewed rage.
“Oh my god,” I say, putting my fingers to my lips. “Oh my god.”
They both look at me, and my eyes fill with tears as another wave of anxiety passes through me. “Oh my fucking god, what did I do?”
I look across the room at Beckham, and his eyes are an ocean of sadness and pain. Taking a step toward him, tears stream down my face. “Becks.”
“Don’t,” he says, shaking his head, trying to back up away from me, but he’s already against the door. I feel a stabbing pain slice through my chest, and then Kai’s hand comes down on my shoulder.
“Go sit down, Vincent.”
Shaking my head, I look at Kai and find something serious in his eyes, so I turn and go to sit on the couch.
“Becks,” Kaiden says, walking toward Beckham. “Let’s talk, okay?”
“No.” Becks shakes his head. “Can you guys leave? I don’t want to do this.”
“Beckham,” I plead from the couch, and his eyes find me. “Please.”
“What’s there to say?” Beckham asks, putting his arms around his torso. “You can’t just expect me to be okay right now, not after everything.”
“I know,” Kaiden says. “We know. But we need to talk about this, and we all need to stick together and figure out who killed our girl.”
My lungs are burning with panic, and I gasp for air.
“Just…please, leave,” Beckham says quietly, sidestepping both of us and walking backwards to the hallway, like he can’t take his eyes off us, like he’s worried we’re going to attack him. My head feels light and dizzy, and I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Digging my nails into my palms to feel the sting, I stand up again. “Beckham, I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t.” He stops me before I can say any more, shaking his head as he continues to back away.
As Becks disappears into the bathroom, Kaiden looks at me, and I notice his face has gone pale. He doesn’t say anything, just lets me read the pain and confusion and silent words in his eyes, then we both sit on the couch and take a deep breath.