29. Willow
Willow
Being back in Beck’s bedroom fills me with so many memories. I haven’t been able to forget the way his hands felt on me, the way our bodies worked together, the way he felt inside me. I’ve been dreaming of this since the day I walked out of here.
For awhile, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be here again.
Between being gone and the drama with Sawyer, it seemed like the universe was against us.
I’ve questioned everything more than once.
But being back in Blue Haven with Jade and Beck has just reiterated the fact that this is where I belong.
And not necessarily in Blue Haven. It could be anywhere. But with Beck and Jade… this is home.
Beck twists the lock on his bedroom door, and before I even get a chance to turn around on my own, he’s spinning me toward him and pulling me into his lips.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says in between kisses.
“I’ve missed you too.”
His hands roam up my shirt. “Can I? Is this ok?”
“My body is yours, Beck. Do with me whatever you want. I promise I want it too.”
He curses under his breath right before his thumb rubs across my pointed nipple.
My body has been on edge all day thinking about what might happen tonight.
While I had potentially hoped that some of our long-distance phone calls might have turned a little spicier, we never seemed to have the time between the time difference and me having a roommate.
It just never worked. But now he’s here, and he’s touching me again, and my stomach is swirling with butterflies as if it were our first time all over again.
He tugs my shirt up over my head and then unhooks my bra, tossing both items across the room. He leans down to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Perfect, baby. So damn perfect,” he says before he moves to the other one.
“Beck,” I moan, my brain unable to think of anything else to say in this moment.
He pulls away abruptly before lifting me up and putting me on the bed. He tugs my pants down and throws them somewhere behind him.
He pushes my legs apart and situates himself between them. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be in this position again,” he says, looking up at me. “But I’m so fucking glad I am.”
He doesn’t waste any more time diving in, licking me up and down.
I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from moaning too loudly.
He circles my clit with his tongue, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it.
He slides one finger and then another inside me, curling them upward, hitting just the right spot.
I’ve been so deprived of his touch (or any touch) for so long that it takes me hardly any time to reach my peak.
My body goes rigid as pleasure washes over me.
“Beck!”
He smirks up at me from between my thighs. “God, I love when you come for me.”
“You’re so good at that,” I tell him breathlessly.
“I am available for your service whenever you need,” he says with a confident smirk.
I watch as he strips his sweater off and kicks his jeans across the room. He climbs over me and leans down to kiss me as he slowly slides inside me, stretching me perfectly. He moves so slowly that I dig my nails into his back to urge him to go faster.
He chuckles, his breath tickling my lips. “What do you need, baby?”
“I need you to move. I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I say.
“Yes, ma’am. I can do that.”
He sits up and angles my hips up. His cock hits even deeper inside me, and my eyes roll back. He picks up his pace, and it feels so damn good. He knows what he’s doing with a woman’s body, and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to experience him.
I glance up at him to find him watching me. His eyes are glued to my body and how I move against him. How my breasts bounce with each thrust. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust, and it makes me feel so beautiful.
One of his hands travels up my leg and grips onto my hip while his other hand goes to where we’re joined and his thumb presses into my swollen clit.
“Beck, I can’t. . .”
“Yes, you can, baby. I need you to come with me.”
He circles my clit and thrusts into me until my body feels like it physically can’t handle it anymore.
My orgasm hits me so hard and fast that it feels like an out of body experience.
Beck thrusts a few more times before he freezes and I can feel him pulsing inside me.
He looks down at me with wide eyes, just as out of breath as I am.
“I, um, I didn’t use a condom,” he admits.
“I can feel that,” I say as he slowly slides out of me. “It’s ok. I’m on birth control.”
“Still, I should’ve asked you first.”
“I would’ve said yes. I like there being nothing between us,” I tell him.
He looks down in between my legs where his release is trickling out of me. He takes two fingers and gently presses his cum back inside. “I like seeing this.”
My face heats at the thought of what it must look like, but if Beck likes it, then I guess I do too.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He helps me off the bed and into his bathroom. I use the toilet quickly while he gets the shower started. We climb in together and let the warm water rinse over both of us.
“Sorry, I only have manly scented body wash,” Beck says as he picks up the bottle.
“That’s alright. I don’t mind smelling like you.”
The corner of his mouth tips up in a smile, and I can tell he likes the idea of me smelling like him. I think he’s trying not to be too possessive for my sake, but I wish he would let it show. I want nothing more than to be his.
He rubs the body wash all over me, making sure to clean every inch.
Then he washes my hair, which feels so nice.
I’ve been running around all week in Italy trying to finish exams and get packed, so showers were quick and never satisfying.
Beck takes his time, massaging my head and taking the shower head off the hook to make sure he rinses me thoroughly.
By the time we’re both washed up and dried, the jet lag officially hits me. I’m exhausted. Between the long flight, the drive to Blue Haven, the full day with Beck and Jade, and then the orgasms, I feel like I’m about to crash.
Beck must notice because he finds one of his shirts in his dresser and pulls it over my head before he pulls the covers back.
“Get in. You need sleep. I’ll get your phone charger and some water for you. You just go to bed.”
“Thanks, Beck.”
When I climb into his bed this time, I know I won’t be running out in the middle of the night. He tucks me in and then gently kisses my lips.
“Willow?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
“Sleep good, baby. I love you.” He’s told me he loves me every time we got off the phone, but nothing compared to hearing him say it in person.
“I love you too.”
With one more kiss on my forehead, he leaves me to fall asleep.
I wake up extra early the next morning. I blame the jet lag.
My body is still on European time. But I’m glad I’m up early.
It gives me a chance to catch my breath from the whirlwind of the last forty-eight hours.
I was so nervous to come back to Blue Haven.
I was especially nervous about showing up on Beck’s doorstep.
We talked about me coming here next week when I was originally planning to come home, so I knew he wanted me here.
But I think deep down, I was worried he would see me and tell me to leave.
That I wasn’t worth it or that he’d changed his mind.
I was so relieved when I saw him smile as he realized it was me standing on his front porch. He kissed me immediately. No questions asked. He wants this just as much as I do. I’m sure of it now.
If only we could get Sawyer on our team. Sawyer and I have talked at least once a week. It’s strained to say the least, and Beck has not come up in conversation once since our initial discussion about it. I only know from Beck that he and Sawyer haven’t spoken since the night everything came out.
I hate that I came between their friendship. I’m hoping that we can all work through it during the few weeks I’m home before spring semester.
But right now, all that matters is the sleeping man beside me.
His arm is draped over my body, and I’m pretty sure it’s been like that all night.
He looks so peaceful in his sleep. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
So beautiful that I can’t help but reach out and lightly touch his face. His eyes flutter open.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper.
In response, he just pulls me closer. So close I have to slide one of my legs over his waist.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he says muffled into his pillow.
“I won’t.” I can say that with all honesty. I want to be with Beck. I want it all with him. This house. The ranch. Jade. Blue Haven. Being in Italy has really shown me exactly what I want. While I’d love to travel and see the world, I want to do it with the people I love. That’s what’s important.
I shift my hips and feel his erection. I move again, and he groans. “Willow,” he warns.
But I do it again and again until he’s pushing down his boxers and sliding inside of me. This time he’s slow. He takes his time with me, keeping us close as we both slowly make our way to our orgasms.
It’s one of the best mornings of my life, and I can’t wait to have more like this.