19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Beckett
W e polished off the last of the soup, bread, and two cookies I had leftover from yesterday’s sweet tooth attack.
With our bellies full, I tossed the extra pillows and back cushions off the couch, turning it into the perfect cuddle furniture. Not giving Lola a choice, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her down with me. She giggled but never once made any attempts to move.
In fact, we made it about halfway through the ghostly horrors of the asylum before she was softly snoring in my arms. Content in my position and unable to reach the remotes, I simply let myself sink in and fell asleep as well.
My alarm sounds weird.
It almost sounds like the annoying non-stop ring of a telephone.
Grumbling in my arms has me cracking open my eyelids. Lola shifts and growls.
“Make it stop.”
I laugh, which jostles her a little, and she peeks at me with one eye. “It’s too early for you to be so chipper there, bud.”
Her grumpy attitude makes me laugh even harder. I pull my dead arm out from underneath her, and everything in my body cracks and pops as I attempt to move to my phone. Sadly, I didn't make it before my answering machine.
Caught in that odd limbo of being unable to fuck with the phone to see the caller ID and waiting for the robotic machine voice to give you instructions on how to leave a message, I simply stand there with my hands on my hips. When the beep sounds, I hear Marina’s voice.
“Hey, guys. I hope I’m not interrupting, but, um…”
Her timid tone is not typical of Marina and it has me quickly snatching the phone up and hitting the answer button.
“Hey, Marina. What’s up?”
“Beckett! Oh good. You’re awake. Is Lola awake, too?”
I nod my head like an idiot as I walk back to the couch, where Lola is now sitting up and fully alert. “Yes.” I hit the speaker button and Lola chimes in.
“I’m here, Marina. What’s going on?”
“Oh, darlin. I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to poo on your time together, but there was a phone call this morning.”
When I glance at the clock on the microwave, I see that it’s only a little after eight in the morning. Who could have possibly called so—
“The attorney said there was an open spot available, and they snatched it up. Honey bunches, you have to be there to do this thing tomorrow morning at nine o’clock sharp.”
My head snaps to Lola, who has gone a little pale and simply stares at the device in my hand while nodding her head. Taking point, I let Marina know I would get some breakfast for our girl and get her home. With a thanks, Marina ends the call.
Tossing the handheld on the sofa chair, I turn back to Lola and pull her against me. She is shaking, and I know if I can’t get her calm, she is going to have another panic attack.
“I can’t believe you fell asleep during the movie.”
She stops shaking and pulls back a little to look up at me with confusion on her face. “What?”
“It was the most intense scene ever, and you just fell asleep. The lady was getting ripped open by that ghost, and you went to sleep as if her screams were a morbid lullaby. If you are secretly a serial killer, can you make sure to do me in after I get this book to the publisher?”
She throws her head back and laughs. The sight makes me smile and I know that my trick worked.
When she catches her breath, she looks me straight in the eyes as she talks. “Beck. You fucked me silly, bathed me, fed me, and then cuddled me. Of course, I fell asleep! And, I’ve seen the movie already, so I know that at the end she gets—”
I move like lightning and cover her mouth with my hand. “No! Don’t say it! I haven’t seen the end yet.”
Her whole body shakes as she erupts into another fit of laughter. Taking the open door, I tackle her onto her back and proceed to tickle her sides.
In the perfect scenario, she would be laughing and swatting at me. Telling me to stop and threatening to pee herself. Nope, not Lola. She just lays there with an eyebrow quirked at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am? She brings out some new side of me.
I kinda like it.
“Whenever you are done.”
“You mean you are seriously not ticklish? At all?”
“Not on my sides.”
I smile and lean in close. “Where are you ticklish, Lola?”
Her eyes glitter with mischief. “Do you really want to know?”
I nod, and she raises a little off the couch, coming close to my ear as she whispers, “On my gums.”
“On your what?!” She falls back and laughs harder.
“I’m serious. My dentist hates me because I wiggle the whole time they are doing my cleaning. My gums are terribly ticklish.”
I shake my head and slide back on the couch, pulling her with me so she is sitting up beside me again. “You are one weird cookie, Lola. I think I’ll keep you.”
A brief moment of fear seizes my lungs as I worry my casual affections may put her off. Last night, I told her I would never push myself on her. I would take whatever she chose to give me and be thankful. But her smile stays in place as she stands from the couch and walks to the bedroom.
“Keep it up, Beck, and I just might let you.”
I hop up and chase after her, which results in her running and laughing. She makes it to the bedroom first and slams it shut in my face.
“If you leave me out here, I’ll just have to stroke my cock to the vision of you from last night!”
I hear her walk back to the door and stop in front of it, but she still doesn’t open it as she tosses the casual dare, “I don’t believe you.”
Never one to back down, I take off my shirt and sweatpants. Standing there bare ass naked in the hallway, I lean on the door frame and begin tugging on my cock, adding in a few exaggerated moans for good measure. Things remain quiet on the other side of the door, but in my head, I see her peeking out of the little crack, nearly face-to-face with my dick as she watches.
The whole thing has me far too hot, too fast, and before I know it, I am stroking myself faster and faster, chasing my release. I bite my lips when the door cracks open. When a very naked Lola falls to her knees and sucks my cock all the way into her mouth in one quick motion, I nearly lose it.
The drive is too much. It’s too intense. I grab Lola’s hair and scream an apology in my head as I begin fucking her face. Her hands reach up and smack both of my ass cheeks at the same time before she gives them a squeeze and pulls me closer. Two more quick thrusts have me coming hard to the sounds of her gagging.
She swallows me down and hums in appreciation. It drives me wild.
I pull her head off my dick with a pop and pick her up. My mouth slams against hers, and I lose all sense of direction. When we land on the bed, it’s by some miracle that my cock goes right into her channel with no resistance.
This is home.
She is my home.