Chapter Thirteen
Beckett
The woman has twisted me into knots. God, she feels so good.
I love her snarky little mouth and her inability to let me win.
I’ll surely grow tired of it, but for the time being, I enjoy every second I am in her world.
I've always had tons of money, and every woman—including eight-year-old Haley Green in my third-grade class with her lovely blonde pigtails—bowed to me because of my wealth and status.
But even adorable little Haley, who gave me the cookie from her lunch, had ulterior motives. Most women and some daring men want more from me than I am willing or able to give. I need space. I am not somebody who likes people very much.
I am interested in bodies. As a scientist in my role as a doctor, and in sex in my role as the dominant partner, I like a person’s body.
Scarlett, of course, has the most beautiful body I’ve ever beheld, and it has become even more beautiful after Rayne’s birth.
I love the little curves she now possesses and the lovely testimony to all she’d endured to create a human being.
On the whole, however, I think humans are despicable, horrific abominations.
The despicable, horrific abomination in my arms right now is fucked to hell and back.
Her damp cheek is pressed against my bicep, and all I want to do is fuck her again and hold her forever.
She is the only one who didn’t want me, and that is the wickedest game of all to play because suddenly, I am mad for her.
She is an intoxicant, a feisty, strong, irresistible potion who is also the gorgeous mother of my child. There is absolute magic in that truth.
Lying there both thoroughly spent, we don't say anything to one another. She is facing away from me, but her perfect ass is melded to my still-erect cock. I have a lot of sexual stamina; however, Scarlett is wrung out. Just holding her is enough. Despite our differences, she strokes the arm that holds her. I don’t think she even knows she is doing it; she seems a little lost and distant in a dreamy way.
I am experiencing a rare moment of adoration.
“How are you feeling?” I whisper seductively into her ear. I am still pretty revved up, evidenced by my hard cock.
She turns and looks up at me with her sapphire-blue eyes and asks, with an edge of snark but not full scorpion mode, “Are you asking as a doctor, a husband, or a billionaire?”
I draw her closer by pulling her to me by her ass because I want to touch it. I could hold her ass forever. “All three.” I am not interested in engaging her in conversation. I just want to touch her and kiss… perhaps.
“I’m sore.” She slides her hand down the plane of my body and curls her fingers around my cock, then kisses my chest, which I find fascinating. “But I want you inside of me again. Maybe less piston engine and more bicycle built for two.” She strokes me, and I halt her hand.
“If you want me to take you slowly and not come all over your lovely fingers, don’t touch.” I glare down at her.
Just at that moment, my phone chimes. The sound is for CSS correspondence, and without acknowledging her, I check and see that it is Carl calling. We have a meeting the next day which I am dreading.
“Do you need to leave?” she asks, sounding disappointed.
“No.” I return to her. “I need to kiss you.” And there it is—a hint of a smile. I lean in and kiss her.
This is something she does well with her mouth.
Sassing at me is entertaining, but our kissing levels the playing field.
She is more vulnerable and honest when her tongue is tangling with mine.
Since I am still so fucking hard, I check her and she is plenty wet, but as she flinches when I touch her, she is also still very sensitive.
I draw back and peck her lips, then her nose.
“I’ll be gentle,” I say as I nudge her entrance with my piercing.
She undulates on me, and I look upon her—so fucking gorgeous.
I love the way she grits through my invasion, and I don’t relent, but as she requested, I do go slow.
She caresses my hip and touches my ass, and I love the feeling of her hand.
Holding her up with the arm that is under her side, I bring her leg over my hip and she removes her hand, but I put mine on her ass.
I tempt her back hole, and she glares at me as I fully enter her. “It feels good, I’ve been told,” I say, explaining why my finger is in her asshole.
“Great, write a medical paper about it.” Snarky little vixen.
I hold her as I make love with all the care I am able to muster, but her pussy grips me and is so much tighter after coming as many times as she has.
She puts her head on my chest and moans while I slowly take her cunt.
Since I, too, am sensitive, I don’t last long and come softly after she shivers and bucks through yet another orgasm.
Her breaths are heavy as she descends from euphoria.
“Why do you feel so good?” she asks, come-drunk and sleepily euphoric.
“Because I’ve been doing this a long time and I’m good at it.” I kiss her forehead and gently pull out of her. “You need to go to sleep,” I tell her, being her doctor and protector again.
“Are you staying?” she asks, and I sort of hate telling her that I wasn’t.
“If you want to share a bed sometimes, I can arrange my schedule for that, but for now you need your rest. Sleeping with me means bearing my cock when I want you,” I say, laughing at myself because she wasn’t going to go for that. However, I try because I love the look of shock on her face.
“Oh, Master, may I bear your cock?”
“Fuck off,” I say gently, tickled by her boldness.
“I believe I just did.”
Ah, I never wanted to be connected to anyone, but having this woman next door to my bedroom might prove to be a lot of fun. I kiss her one last time and slip out of her bed.
“Technically, I was the one who fucked you off.” I kiss her once more, going in passionately, with tongues and teeth, and she meets my energy.
“That’s some goodnight kiss,” she says when our lips unlock.
“I want you to dream of me,” I tell her.
“Well, nightmares are still dreams, so there’s that.” She yawns; her sparky energy is waning. “I should probably say good night to the Raybie…” She cringes as she tries to sit up.
“I’ll have Gloria bring her in, but don’t you dare get out of that bed.” I offer her a stern glance.
“What about brushing my teeth, Igor?” She continues to sit up.
“Ugh, you are infuriating.” I go to her en-suite, put toothpaste on her toothbrush, and pick up one of the plastic hospital pans we are still using for bed baths.
“Open your mouth,” I say when I come back to her, but she has already put on a robe and is standing up. “No, you don’t. No standing.” I set the pan I am carrying down and place her back in the bed.
“Are you going to brush my teeth too, Daddy?” She purrs over the words, and I gently take her chin in my hands.
“Call me Daddy again and I’ll put restrictions on you that you will hate.”
She takes the toothbrush from my hand and starts brushing her teeth, shooting daggers out of her defiant blue eyes.
“Do you ever think that I might have your best interest at heart?”
“Perhaps, but you also get off on power.” She wasn’t wrong.
“I just got off on your pussy, so many things get me off. You did a fine job tonight, wife. I’d say you’re a natural, considering this is only your second sexual experience.
I’ll enjoy getting off on you more than I will wielding power.
” I think I mean that, but she is right—I do like controlling her. But I prefer it when she fights back.
She yawns and her eyes close. She almost falls asleep without a comeback… almost. “Since you’re such an expert.” She yawns again. “Why don’t we call men sluts?”
And then her head drops. She is out. I stand there watching her for a moment. What have I gotten myself into?
While Scarlett sleeps, I return Carl’s call.
“What did you need?” I hope I sound irritated on the phone because I don’t like Carl.
Especially because he wants me to alter my cancer drug by deconstructing it and recoding the chemistry into something they can use as a weapon.
Since the secret society funded a good portion of my research, they are due a return on their investment.
A cure can't be used in an arms negotiation or to buy a small failing country. It certainly wouldn’t be helpful when trying to assassinate people in power.
It is only useful to people who are ailing, but that wasn’t valuable enough for CSS.
“Like I said months ago, Carl,” I raise my voice when he brings the subject up again.
“The drug you are suggesting I design, in the wrong hands, could kill every single human being in the world. There is no good use for the kind of drug you are asking me to create and it is my right and a requirement of my Hippocratic oath that I refuse your request.”
“This is what CSS wants, Beckett. They funded your project and you’ve only delivered half of what Christopher Street has paid for. Time to show us a good faith investment on the rest.”
Carl remains calm, but I don’t. I raise my voice to the roof. Calmness is a CSS tactic. Keep it civil, understated, and lethal. I, on the other hand, know how to work within CSS's pressure protocols.
“If this is what you want to discuss tomorrow, consider our meeting canceled. My final answer is no. Threats and coercion will not make me capitulate. You don’t think I have power and options?
Don’t play with me, old man. I might be a doctor and I may have my ethics, but I’m not above finding a way to end your career or worse. ”
“That’s unfortunate,” Carl continues. “I heard you just married a lovely wife and have a beautiful daughter. Congratulations.”
Mother fucker. If he gets anywhere near them.
“I did. Pity you never married. Family life makes the bitter much sweeter. But I run a tight ship here, including the bug that is recording this phone call. I know I can’t enter this conversation as evidence in a court of law, but I can use it for other things.
The World Wide Web is a very big place with lots of interesting places to plant evidence where needed.
So if I just heard you threaten my wife and child, I’ll make sure the www and more hear it too. ”
“Not at all, Beckett. Your dad would be proud of your new family, that’s all I’m implying.” Smarmy condescending bastard.
“My dad was a womanizing pig who had several children he never met. There would have been no desire to meet a grandchild he told me not to have. Good evening, Carl. Best you get laid tonight, just in case it’s your last chance.” I hang up on him.
He won't dare call back. The pressure he is putting on me to create a weapon of mass destruction is disturbing.
I have the Quattro. I could definitely reach out to them for advice, but they try to stay on the right side of the law.
I don't like getting entangled in illegal activities.
My father, on the other hand, was deep in the CSS trenches and often employed hitmen, thugs, and manipulators to get what he wanted and work his way through the ranks.
One of the reasons my father refused to consider a family was because they could be used against him.
He only had me because I was an accident born into a legitimate family.
The only one who can truly help me with this situation is my father's former bodyguard, Trevor Blaine, one of the most dangerous men in New York City.