26
Beckett
A few hours later, I’m opening the door at the cabin and smiling as I walk inside. The house is quiet and dark, and I leave the lights off, taking the suitcases with me as I go to check on everyone.
Dragana is peacefully asleep in her room, so I leave her suitcase inside and head down the hallway to Edisons room. His projection night light is on, and his ceiling is swimming in stars, and planets, while the glow from the moon outside filters in through one of his windows.
I walk inside quietly and smile when I see him sleeping peacefully with Ruffy tucked under the sheets with him. My heart swells with pride looking down at him, seeing how content and safe he feels now. I know that I am going to do everything I can to make sure he feels like that for as long as I can.
I finally make my way to the primary bedroom and my pulse speeds up as I stand outside of the door. I hear the muffled sound of music coming from inside and pause with my hand on the doorknob.
I crack open the door and notice the light shining from the tv on the wall, and see Selah sitting on the bed, still wide awake.
She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt and some pajama shorts that are peaking through from the bottom of them. Her hair is wrapped in a brightly colored scarf that I’ve never seen her wear before. Her legs are folded underneath her, and she is eating something from a bowl in her hands.
When I look at the tv, I see Strawberry Shortcake playing.
I push the door open further and she shrieks and fumbles with the remote, quickly trying to shut off the tv as I step inside. She sits up on her knees, moving the bowl to the nightstand beside her and looking over at me.
“Beckett?! I um..I thought you were c-coming in the morning?” she sputters, pulling down the bottom of her shirt.
“I caught an earlier flight,” I respond, stalking closer to her as she backs herself up higher on the bed.
She keeps going like she believes she can somehow go through the headboard and disappear. Her attempt to turn off the tv failed, and her show is still playing in front of us, making her glance nervously at the screen.
I step next to the bed, my eyes scanning over her bare legs, and traveling over the “ Upwood Elementary ” t-shirt she’s wearing. “What are you watching, angel?”
She rubs her arm, avoiding my gaze. “I.. couldn’t sleep, so I got some grapes to eat, then I was looking for a show and.. nothing was on, really. So I ended up watching some cartoons for a while. You know, just to pass the time until I could sleep again,” she rambles, her eyebrows pinching together.
I tilt my head at her, smiling at her obvious lie. She’s embarrassed and thinks I don’t remember the fact that I found her Strawberry Shortcake doll at her house. I stare at her until she finally meets my eyes, her expression guarded.
“I don’t care if you like to watch cartoons, Selah. You can like whatever you want, Angel. I told you that at your house, remember?” I ask, running my fingers over her leg.
She slowly nods, the corner of her mouth lifting, “Yes, I remember,” she responds quietly. “I’m glad you’re back.”
I lean down to give her a kiss, my body relaxing finally being reconnected with hers. I cup her face with my hand and nibble on her bottom lip before letting go. “I’m glad I’m back too, sweetheart. I’m going to shower. Just watch your show and I’ll be right back.”
She settles herself back under the sheets, watching me as I go into a drawer to grab some briefs, then go to the bathroom.
I shower quickly and brush my teeth, then pull on my briefs. When I open the bathroom door, she’s still sitting in the same spot I left her, but the tv is off and she is sitting there looking nervous.
Her eyes scan over my bare chest, and arms, turning away quickly when she gets to my briefs. It’s obvious how happy I am to be back with her.
She rubs her eyebrow, “I-I can go sleep somewhere else if you’d like. Now that you’re back I don’t have to-“
“No,” I respond, tossing the sheets off of her legs and moving closer to her. “You stay right here with me.”
She presses her thighs together and whispers, “Ok.”
I move over her body, leaning down to gently kiss her, then pull back to study her beautiful face.
She squirms underneath me, the attention I’m giving her obviously making her flustered. “Why are you staring at me?” she whispers.
I run my finger over her full lips, “I’m wondering what you taste like,” I mutter.
She blinks at me, “You know what I taste like. You just kissed me,” she says, moving her hand to play with my damp hair. “I’m guessing that I must taste like grapes.”
I lower my lips, brushing them over hers, “I’m not talking about your mouth, Selah.”
She intakes a sharp breath as my mouth descends on hers again, swallowing her gasp. She whimpers as my tongue wraps around hers, taking everything it’s been yearning for since the last time we kissed.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck as I press my body against hers, my lips moving down to her throat.
I suck on the tender skin of her neck, nicking her flesh with my teeth, a sudden determination to mark her taking over me. She writhes underneath me her fingers still threading through my hair as I hold her still and leave my mark on her delicate skin.
When I’m satisfied with the purple bruise that is forming there, I move my fingers under her shirt, marveling at how well her body responds to my touch.
Her brown skin is so soft and smooth, and when I look into her heavy-lidded eyes, they are filled with the same need and craving that is coursing through my veins.
“Let me touch you angel,” I rasp, my fingers skimming over the bottom of her bra.
Her response comes back soft and needy, “Yes please, Beckett.”
I groan, burying my nose into her neck, “Such good manners,” I praise.
I kiss her on the mark I left behind, then push her shirt up. I move the cups of her bra down one at a time exposing her supple breasts.
Her hands slowly move to cover her stomach, and I frown at them obstructing my view.
“Move your hands Selah. I want to see all of what’s mine,” I snarl.
Her eyes widen, and she timidly removes her hands, her mouth twisting into a frown.
She is so self-conscious but I have absolutely no clue why. Her body is an immaculate work of curves and beautiful skin. It should be revered and appreciated, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Right now.
I run my fingers over her dark nipples one at a time, and her chest begins to rise and fall faster.
“So beautiful,” I mutter, watching how her nipples harden under my touch.
I lean down and kiss her nipples with the same attention and eagerness I kissed her lips with. I feel starved for this woman in a way that is almost frightening. Part of me wants to consume her, while another part of me wants to hold her in my arms and keep her from anything that could make her unhappy.
Her back rises from the bed as I suck one dark nipple into my mouth, groaning as a soft moan escapes her lips. I do the same to the next nipple, using my hand to continue to tease the other one so it doesn’t lack any attention.
“Oh my gosh. Beck, please ,” she whines under me, her fingers tugging my hair harder.
“Mmm. My little touch starved Angel. You’ve just been waiting for me to show up at your door and take care of you in every single way, hmm? Haven’t you?” I ask, lifting from her breasts and looking up at her.
She holds my face in her hands, smiling shyly at me. Our eyes stay locked for a moment before she pulls me down for another kiss.
I break my mouth from hers and kiss my way down her stomach until I get to her tiny shorts. I hook my thumbs into the sides of them, and look up at her for confirmation to continue.
She lifts her hips and I pull them off eagerly.
“Fuck, Selah,” I mutter, finding her bare pussy underneath her frilly shorts. I toss the shorts over my shoulder, throwing them into oblivion and eagerly spreading her open for me with my fingers.
Her pussy is more magnificent than the wildest dreams I’ve had of her.
“So pretty,” I mutter, though the words don’t seem adequate.
She goes to respond, but I’m already putting her legs over my shoulders and diving down between her legs, my tongue dying to taste her. Her body tenses for a moment before melting into the bed as I eat her like a four-course meal.
And what a delicious meal she is.
The sweet taste of her makes precum leak from my cock, and it swells against the briefs I want to yank off. She makes a mewling noise that makes my head spin as I fuck her with my tongue, and I palm my hard cock as I suck on her clit, then lap through her folds.
There’s no rhythm or finesse to the way I’m eating her pussy. I feel like I’ve become unhinged with the need to make her come, my body needing to drink her pleasure like I need my next breath.
“Beck,” she whines, twisting underneath me. I grip her ass tighter with my fingers, digging them into her flesh.
I lift my eyes from her pussy, and look up at her, “I need you to come, Selah. Be a good girl, for me.”
I lower my head and go back to work, entering a finger inside of her soaking pussy to accompany my tongue. I grip her ass and pull her into me and she begins to grind against my face, making me chuckle.
“Hmm, little innocent Selah. Not so innocent when you’re getting finger fucked, are you?” I taunt.
Her pussy pulses around my finger, and I realize how much she loves being talked through her pleasure.
“You feel so good,” she moans, and I can tell by the tremble in her voice that she is close to exploding. And I want it all.
More than I wanted to make this multimillion dollar deal yesterday.
More than I wanted to make the Forbes list.
More than I wanted the private jet that I fly around in.
I want her cum more than I want my next fucking breath.
I push another finger inside of her and curl them, searching for that sweet spot to take her over the edge, and when I find it, she detonates.
There’s no better word for what happens.
She cries out helplessly, arching her body and drenching my fingers in her release. I pull out my fingers and replace them with my mouth, greedily sucking her pussy and drinking every drop of her cum while I sooth her pulsing clit with my tongue.
After a few moments, her hips finally still, and her body goes limb as I finish cleaning her up. I lick my lips as I rise from between her legs moving up her body.
Her eyes lazily watch me as I come to give her another kiss, sharing her sweetness with her, and drawing another moan from her mouth.
“Beckett..that was unbelievable,” she whispers, smiling sleepily.
I press a kiss to her forehead, then another gentle kiss to her delicious lips. “It really was, angel. You are so beautiful. In every way.”
She smiles at me, but there’s still a lingering doubt in her eyes that I know will take more time to erase. I know that one day she’s going to believe everything I believe about her.
I lay down next to her and wrap her in my arms, finally feeling content as she lays her head on my chest.
“This was worth every second of traveling tonight,” I mumble.
“I’m so glad you came back,” she whispers, turning her head to place a kiss on my chest.
“Go to sleep, angel. We still have tomorrow together,” I assure her, closing my eyes, and pulling her closer to me.