Chapter 15 Beckett
BECKETT
She giggles as we work together. She bumps me with her hip. I wrap an arm around her and pull her closer to me.
“Thank you for taking the time to teach me,” she whispers.
I cup her cheek with one of my hands and smile down at her. “I’ll teach you everything that you want to know,” I profess. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing a kiss to the underside of my jaw.
She giggles again as I capture her lips in mine. I like kissing her softly. Nothing about what I want to do with her should be rushed. I like the way she moves against me when I kiss her slow. It’s my favorite feeling ever.
“We should never leave the garage.”
“You think so, huh?” I ask. She nods, kissing my cheek before letting me go and turning back to the task that I had given her.
“Oh shit, the draft,” she says, looking down at her phone. Today is the day we find out if Kaden is getting drafted to the NBA or not. I look at the clock, and my eyes widen. I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten.
“I have to go shower,” she mumbles to herself.
We’d planned to just watch the draft on TV. Her parents and sister flew out to California to be with Kaden.
Sloane, however, didn’t, and that is either because A, she didn’t want to go, or B, the more likely reason, she wasn’t invited.
The thought hurts my heart for her. I grip the wrench in my hand tighter than normal as I think about them not inviting her to something like this, especially since I know how much Kaden means to her. How much all of them mean to her.
I clean up our mess and close up the shop. When I get inside, she’s making us finger food, including the smokies she put on this morning, and dips and chips, before taking pictures of everything.
She gives me a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I can tell that she’s trying to hold it all together, trying to pretend like this isn’t killing her.
“I’m going to go clean up, I’ll be right back,” I say, and she nods wordlessly.
I take a quick shower before putting on some sweats and a t-shirt.
When I get back downstairs, she’s put the food on the coffee table and is switching through the channels as she sits on the couch, dressed in one of Kaden’s college hoodies and some loose shorts.
She bites her thumb as she finds the right one and sets the remote down, bringing her knees up to her chest.
“Blanket?”
“No thanks,” she whispers, her eyes glued to the screen.
We sit in silence as the program starts. I eat a little and drink a beer. She just stares at the screen, looking more nervous than I think I’ve ever seen her.
I’ve always known that Sloane has a big heart. She always cared so much, even when she didn’t get much back in return. And right now, while I watch her sit here and stare at the TV, I’m hit with how much she loves her family.
“Round two, pick number forty-five. The Athens City Dolphins select Senior from California University, Kaden Monroe.”
She gets a big smile on her face as his name is called. I see a wave of tension roll off her. Then I watch her smile drop. My head turns towards the TV to see Kaden, his parents, and Lottie all standing there smiling while their picture is being taken. Kaden in the middle, holding up a jersey.
She looks so devastated. Absolutely broken. Her eyes look glassy, and her shoulders slump. She tries to hide it, but she doesn’t do a very good job of it.
I don’t know what to do, so I do the only thing I can think of. I grab her and pull her into my lap. She doesn’t fight me, just buries her face into my chest.
She doesn’t make a single sound as her tears wet my shirt, all for people who don’t deserve a beautiful soul like her in their lives.
“It’s ok, I’m here,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.
“I just don’t understand what I ever did wrong,” she whispers, her voice broken.
“You’ve never been the problem, Sloane.”
“Then why does no one ever want me?” she asks, and my heart aches for her.
“That’s not true,” I whisper, lifting her chin and making her look at me. I cup her cheeks with my hands, brushing her tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
“Yes, it is,” she mumbles, her eyes looking anywhere but at me.
“Look at me,” I gently command.
It takes her a second, but she slowly raises her eyes to mine. Despite everything, she still looks beautiful.
“No, it’s not true,” I try to reason with her.
“How do you know?” she whispers, her eyes searching mine.
“Because I want you.” Her breath catches, and she stares at me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m lying to her or not.
“Despite all the reasons telling me to run away, to leave you alone. I can’t.
Because even though I can never have you, Sloane, I want you anyway,” I whisper, bringing our foreheads together.
I don’t give her the opportunity to reply, I just press my lips to hers in a soft, needy kiss. Her fingers quickly tangle into my hair, and I take my opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth.
“Beckett…” she whispers, and I pull away to find her eyes.
“Yeah, baby, what do you want?” I ask, and her cheeks turn pink. Her hands pull at my shirt. I let her pull it up and over my head. Her eyes wander over my body, and my hands find her waist.
“What do you want, Sloane?” I repeat, her eyes finding mine, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You, I…I want you,” She whispers, and I pull her closer.
“Use your words, baby, what do you want me to do?”
“Make me forget, please,” she whispers.
“Make you forget, huh?”
My lips dance over the skin of her neck. She nods, letting her head fall back as her arms wrap around my neck, pulling us impossibly closer.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you into doing something when you’re hurt,” I murmur, pulling away once again until our eyes meet. She doesn’t have to say anything. I can see it in her eyes; she needs this.
“I’m sure. Please, Beckett,” she whispers.
“If you ever want to stop, you have to tell me,” I whisper, kissing her forehead as she nods.
I press her into the couch with my body, my lips on her skin. All I want to do is worship her and give her everything I can.
Her breathing is erratic, and her heart beats fast against mine.
“Fuck them, you only need me,” I whisper, and she whimpers into my mouth.
“Beck,” She gasps, her body arching into mine as my lips leave hers. They trail down what little space of her neck I can reach because of the hoodie.
“Can I take this off?” I whisper, pulling on the hoodie. She nods and arches her back, letting me take it off her.
“God, you are so beautiful, baby,” I whisper, dipping my head and pressing a kiss between the valley of her breasts. I suck lightly on the skin, and she lets out another little whimper.
The noises she makes drive me wild. I kiss down her body, lightly nipping and sucking down to her shorts.
I run my tongue along her waist, and she moans. I tug on the shorts, my eyes finding hers, pleading for permission. She nods, and I pull them off, letting them join our shirts on the floor.
“You’re so good for me, baby.”
Her fingers pull at my hair as I kiss her thighs. “Please,” she begs. Her head falls back, her eyes flutter close, and her lips part. She looks so fucking sinful, it’s driving me crazy.
“Please what, baby?” I whisper, my fingers tracing tantalizing shapes into her skin. My lips brush across her inner thighs, so close to where she wants me that I can almost taste her.
“Please,” she begs.
“Use your words, baby. I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”
“I want you to taste me,” she whispers, her voice shaky. I growl against her.
“Are you sure? If you want me to stop, say so now,” I say.
“I’m sure, Beckett. I want this, I want you.”
I press my nose to her, letting my lips graze her sensitive skin through the fabric. Her legs come up, her thighs holding my head in place as I nip at her through her panties.
“Mmmm,” she moans, as I use my finger to move her panties to the side, pressing a gentle kiss to her smooth skin.
“Did you shave for me?” I ask, my hands pulling her panties off and discarding them.
She nods, her eyes closed. Her lips part for me as I slowly slide a finger through her wetness. “Mmmm.”
“You’re such a good girl for me, Sloane,” I whisper, finally giving in to what we both want and pressing my mouth to her core.
She lets out little breathy moans as I let my mouth do all the work. My tongue laps at her as my lips suck, my hands holding her down so she can’t wiggle out of my grasp.
“Beckett…”
She tastes so good, and I think that I could come just from this alone. I don’t think that I’d be ashamed if I did.
I feel like a teenager as I suck on her, my hips dry humping the couch. The more I build her up, the closer I feel myself getting to the edge.
I let my tongue flick her little nub while my finger slides inside her. She cries out, her hands pulling harshly at my hair.
My finger grazes the spot inside her that drives her wild. I stroke it, my eyes never leaving her as I let my tongue flick and suck on that little bundle of nerves.
I can feel how close she is. Her body is trembling, her toes curling. “Let go for me, baby,” I whisper, giving her permission to finally come.
“Ahhh!” she cries after a few more strokes of my finger and flicks of my tongue. Her body collapses against the couch.
I pull my finger out and replace it with my tongue, letting her ride it out ‘til there’s nothing left.
I let out a groan of my own as I feel my own orgasm hit me, my hips stuttering as I spill into my boxers.
I collapse on top of her, my head resting on her lower belly as we both breath heavy, trying to come down from whatever the fuck that was.
“You ok?” I whisper, looking up at her after I catch my breath. She nods, her eyes still closed.
I scoot her over to the edge of the couch and adjust myself so that I’m lying on my back before pulling her on top of me, draping her leg over my hips and her arm across my bare chest.
“Do you need anything?” she questions, her eyes opening and meeting mine.