Chapter Three #2
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, B.” She shakes her head at me, brushing it off.
“It’s okay, I’ll go change.” Before I can say anything more, she turns and walks quickly into the house.
Blake heads in her direction, but I stop him with my hand.
“I’ll go check on her. I need to break away for a moment, anyway.
” Blake gives me a concerning nod, but walks back over, sitting down beside Andrea.
As I head toward the house, I hear Blake and Andrea snapping at Tristan.
Once I’m in the garage, I pull out my phone to check the time. It’s after ten o’clock already. I send a quick text to my mom, just feeling the need to check in on her since I haven’t yet today.
Me: Hey Mom, are you doing okay?
Mom: Hey, Ezra, I am. I’ve been reading a little and cleaning around the house. Uncle Jesse will be here soon. How has your day been? I hope you’ve had a little fun for your birthday.
Me: I have. You know Blake and Beck keep me busy.
Mom: It wouldn’t be them if not. lol
Me: I’ll see you at 11 or before, okay?
Mom: See you then, honey. I love you.
Me: I love you too, Mom.
Relief blankets over me, knowing that Jesse is almost there.
I walk in through the garage door that leads to the kitchen, and turn down the hall before stopping at Beck’s room.
She has the door shut. I hesitate at first, but I have to make sure she’s okay before I head home.
I lightly knock on her bedroom door. “It’s me, Beck.
” I hear shuffling in her room. “Come in,” she answers.
I walk in, quietly shutting the door behind me and leaning up against it.
Beck turns and looks at me. She’s removed her shirt, still wearing the blue bathing suit underneath.
I catch the massive beer stain on her shorts.
I pinch my lips together. “Sorry about your clothes, that wasn’t meant to happen.
” She squints at me. “Was any of that supposed to happen?” I ponder which part she’s referring to.
“I didn’t mean to snap…it just happened.
No one is allowed to disrespect you like that. Not when I’m around.”
She nods, looking down at the floor before giving me a quick smile.
I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth.
“So…Davis?” She flinches at his name, then lets out a hard sigh.
“Yeah, well—I—it just happened, okay?” A weird ping of jealousy surges through me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She brings her eyes to me with a look of guilt.
“I just, I don’t know.” She turns and sits on the edge of her bed.
“I guess I was ashamed. Or maybe just scared that you’d look at me differently.
” She picks at her nails, refusing to look up at me.
“All the other girls at school had lost their virginity, and here I was, graduated and still a virgin.” She laughs through her nose.
“We went to a party the following weekend to celebrate graduation. I drank way too much, and Davis was there showing me attention, and I-I got lost in it. I regretted it instantly, it happened so fast.”
I cross my arms and stay silent, feeling there is more she wants to say.
She eventually brings her eyes to mine, and I can see the struggle within them.
She bites on her bottom lip, shaking her head.
“You know, I always fantasized that it would be you. That you would be my first. Ever since I knew what sex was and what it truly meant, I told myself I’d have that with you.
I-I wanted us to be that for each other.
Because—well, who else would it be? You were Ezra, the boy down the street, my best friend.
You were my Ezra, no one else’s. But I realized as I got older, you were my brother’s best friend, too.
And well, it was just a fairy tale I made up in my mind.
” She pauses and rubs her temples with her fingers.
Something ignites inside of me at her confession; it felt like she had held it in for so long.
How did I not know these things? I always thought I knew her more than anyone.
But I somehow missed this massive piece.
I knew something had recently shifted between us, but I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t realized it was so much more.
I lift myself from the door and walk over to her.
She stays seated, but observes me. I stand in front of her, grabbing her hands to pull her up.
She doesn’t resist, and we stand just inches apart while she looks up at me.
Her eyes dance across my face in curiosity while my hand trails up and down her arm, goosebumps rising beneath my fingertips.
All these years, growing up together, so close to being young adults. It all clicks into place.
Her breathing becomes shallow as I continue to rub her arm lightly.
I hesitate for a moment, but the slight buzz I have gives me the push to speak.
“Do you still want that with me?” I breathe out.
Something sparks in her eyes, and she slowly nods her head.
I wet my lips, gently grabbing her with both hands, pulling her even closer.
I tilt my head down, my breath against her lips.
“Can I kiss you, Beck?” Her lips part, and I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Yes,” she whispers.
I place my hand along her jaw, gently pressing my thumb and forefinger underneath her chin.
I tilt her head back more to where our eyes meet again.
I can see the desire in her gaze, the blues in her eyes like rapid waves ready to crash at any moment.
I connect our mouths, first a slow, sensual peck—my chest flutters at the press of our lips.
For a moment, I wonder if hers does, too.
Our mouths open in sync and our tongues collide, tasting one another.
My eyes squeeze shut as we passionately explore each other’s mouths, taking our time like we’ve waited for this exact moment for so long.
The taste of her is something sweet that I want to savor and indulge in.
Beck lifts herself on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck as her fingers find their way into my hair, gently gripping the strands.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush to my body—the heat of us both like an inferno.
I pick her up from underneath her thighs, stepping toward the bed, our mouths never parting.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I kneel onto the bed, gently placing her underneath me.
I pull away, putting my forehead against hers.
We both pant, trying to catch our breath like we’ve just run a mile together.
I lift, gazing into her eyes. Beautiful, always beautiful.
I trail my hand along the side of her face, letting my fingers find her curls.
Her eyes flutter with every touch I give.
“You can still be that for me, Beck,” I rasp out.
A gasp leaves her throat as she searches my eyes, almost like she didn’t know whether I had already given myself to someone else.
Does she not know that I’ve touched no one like I’m touching her now?
Her hands find my hair, and she twirls dark strands around her fingers.
She pulls my head down and kisses me tenderly.
She then pauses for a moment, staring at me like she’s mentally noting my features and expression.
“I do want you, I always have.” She breathes.
“Let me do this for you.” I search her eyes, giving a slow nod, not knowing exactly what she means but trusting her words.
She places her hands along my chest, gesturing for me to let her up.
I lie back on the bed, watching her. She reaches beside her bed, grabs her purse, and retrieves something from the inside compartment—a condom.
My eyes scan her as she removes her shorts, slowly sliding them down her legs before she hooks her fingers beneath her bathing suit bottoms, pulling them down, too.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her lower half bare.
I take a deep breath, sit up, and remove my shirt, shorts, and boxers, throwing them beside the bed.
I prop up on my elbows, keeping my stare on her.
Beck runs her eyes down my body, stopping between my legs.
She sucks her lips into her mouth, biting down on them.
My heart pumps viciously as she crawls onto the bed between my legs.
I watch every detail and movement she makes.
She keeps our eyes connected as she brings the condom to her mouth, ripping it open with her teeth.
She sits back on her knees, leans forward, and takes a deep breath. She gently wraps her hands around my swollen length, causing my breath to hitch from her sudden touch. I’d thought about this moment so many times before, wondering what a woman’s touch would feel like—the intensity of it.
Beck brings her other hand down, clutching the condom, her hand trembling.
I reach over, wrapping my hand around her wrist, stopping her.
Her eyes jolt back and forth between mine.
“You don’t have to do this, B.” She shakes her head, sucking in her breath.
“No, I-I want to. It’s just that with Davis, I didn’t get to do this…
it was so fast. I want this to be perfect for you.
” I rub my thumb along her wrist before letting go.
“It’s good, Beck, you are good.” She gives me a nervous nod.
My lips separate as she slowly slides the condom down my length.
She sits up on her knees and scoots closer, climbing over my legs.
She then positions herself over my tip, using one hand to hold me in place, and the other gripping my shoulder.
She closes her eyes and slowly begins lowering herself down on me.
We both gasp at the same time. Pressure builds in my chest and stomach.
She pauses for a moment, biting down on her bottom lip.