Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“I have a question for you.” Beckett’s voice grows surprisingly tender.
I swallow. “What is it?”
“When you think about that night… when you think about both of us…kissing you, touching you…how does it make you feel?”
I don’t answer.
“How does it make you feel?” he repeats.
“Excited,” I confess. Then I let out a soft groan. “But I don’t know how to handle this. You guys keep telling me it’s not a big deal, but I feel conflicted about being attracted to both of you.”
“To us, it’s not a big deal. And you don’t have to handle it, Charlie. Just let it be what it is. No rules, no expectations.”
I stare up at him, my heart racing. It sounds so simple when he puts it that way, but I know it isn’t. Not really.
“What if someone gets hurt?”
“Then we deal with it when it happens. But for now, just enjoy it. No need to overthink.”
I nod, even as my mind continues to race. I’m out of my comfort zone, yet I can’t deny how much I want it. How much I want to be with them again. The lines are blurring, and I’m terrified of where this might lead.
My pulse quickens when Beckett steps toward the door—and locks it. Hearing my breath hitch, he glances over with a faint smile.
“We might not want anyone barging in for this part.”
I exhale in a wobbly rush. “Which part?”
He closes the distance between us, and I shiver as his lips travel over my jaw. He reaches my mouth and hovers there. “The part where I make you come.”
Before I can blink, he’s on his knees. He tips his head back, peering up at me, waiting for my signal.
I respond by spreading my legs.
He grins. “Really. Not even an illusion of protest?”
“No. I want this.”
His hands rest on my thighs, fingertips brushing the hem of my skirt. I’m not sure if it’s the way his hands are creeping upward or the lust swimming in his eyes, but every inch of me is awake, waiting. His fingers move higher, slipping beneath my skirt, grazing the soft skin of my inner thighs, and I gasp.
He smirks. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
But I have a card or two to play myself. “I don’t know if you’d be teasing me this way,” I warn him, “if you knew what you were missing.”
Smiling, I roll my skirt all the way up so he can see my panties.
His answering groan sets the air in this cramped space on fire. “Oh my fucking God. There’s a bow.”
“Nuh-uh. There’s two bows.”
I stroke the sides of my waistband, teasing the silky pink bows.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles. “I’m dead, Charlotte.”
“Don’t die yet. Let me come on your face first.”
He gives a deep laugh. “Christ. I can’t believe I’ve been sitting two rows ahead of you all semester without ever seeing this side of you. Why have you been hiding?”
“Social necessity.”
“Well, it’s a goddamn waste. I like this Charlotte.”
He strokes my thighs, sending a ripple of warmth up my body. Then he pushes the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my pussy.
Beckett hums a sound of approval. “Fuck. So pretty, baby. Can I kiss it?”
I nod wordlessly.
He leans in, but he doesn’t do anything just yet, his lips ghosting over my skin, so close but maddeningly far.
“Beckett…” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but he hears me.
He presses his mouth to my core, and a shiver of pleasure rolls through me. I want to close my eyes, to lose myself in the moment, but I can’t stop staring at him. At the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that matters.
And maybe that’s the thing that gets me—the way Beckett makes me feel like this. Like I can let go of everything, like it’s okay to be selfish for a minute. To just be here, with him, like this. He and Will are so good at that, pushing me to feel things I didn’t know I could feel and making me forget about everything else.
“You have to be quiet,” he warns against my heated flesh.
And then he starts to lick.
Lick and kiss and suck and tease until I can barely stay upright. I watch him as he pleasures me. He’s so focused, so devoted to making me feel good, like this is the only place he wants to be and the only task he wants to be doing.
My knees start trembling when he captures my clit between his lips and gently flicks his tongue over it. I almost keel over, so he brings one hand to my waist, holding me steady.
“I got you. Just keep grinding my face like that. That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”
Every part of me is tight and hot. My clit throbs painfully, pulsing when he swirls his tongue around it. One strong hand keeps me pinned against the wall. The other moves between my thighs, two fingers sliding inside me. I rock against his eager mouth and take every ounce of pleasure he has to offer, shuddering when the orgasm finally rolls through me. Beckett stays with me for it, nuzzling my thigh, lazily thrusting his fingers, until finally he gives me one last kiss and rises to his feet.