Mia
Beckett and I just left a meeting with his siblings. The FBI agents, Chloe Drake and Javier Lòpez, were also there. Beckett told Gracie, Gabriella, and Connor the truth about why he was in prison for ten years and never claimed his innocence, but all it did was anger them further.
"I can't believe they got mad at you. You only kept things a secret to protect them. How can they act like that about the truth?"
"You were upset with me," Beckett says.
"Not once you told me the truth. I understood why you did what you did."
"They need time to process. It'll all blow over in a few days."
"How do you know?"
He grunts. "We're blood and live on a seven mile long island. They don't have a choice."
"That's not funny."
He tugs me on his lap. His warm brown eyes twinkle. "You're going to be stuck with me too."
"Is that what you think?"
"Nope. It's what I know." He lowers the spaghetti strap of my tank top and kisses my shoulder.
Like anytime Beckett touches me, my body lights up.
His lips inch lower. "I think it's time I show you my new skills."
"New skills?"
"Mm-hmm." He lowers my bra and teases my areola with his tongue.
"Have you been studying pornos or something?"
He freezes. "Pornos?"
"Yeah. New skills?"
"Nope. Ryland told me about something."
My mouth hangs open. "You had Ryland give you sex tips about me?"
"No. Yes. I don't know." He laughs then lightly sucks. "You don't want to know what he said to do?"
I avoid the question. "I'm not sure. What kind of stuff is Ryland into?"
"Not answering that."
"Ummm..what does that mean?"
"I have to show you. Pretty sure you'll like it." He moves to my other breast.
My butterflies skyrocket, and my breathing picks up.
"Well? Should I show you or no?"
"Yes," I whisper.
He lifts his head. "What do you want the safeword to be?"
"Safeword? Why do we need a safeword?" I shriek.
He softly chuckles. "So I stop if you want me to."
"Why can't I say stop?”
"Mmm...not sure, but Ryland said we can't use the word stop. It has to be something you would never say during sex."
"What exactly is your brother into?"
"Let's not talk anymore about anyone in my family." He nibbles on my lobe and murmurs, "Concentrate, Mia. Pick a safeword."
Something I wouldn't say during sex...
I look at the counter. "Peanut butter."
Beckett busts out laughing. "Peanut butter?"
"What?"
"How did you come up with that?"
I point.
He snorts. "Okay. Peanut butter it is."
"Is that not a good safeword?"
"How do I know?"
I twirl my hair around my finger. "Should I pick a different one?"
"No. Peanut butter is the safeword. Now let's get down to business."
My stomach flips. "Should I be nervous? I'm kind of nervous."
"Don't be nervous."
I exhale. "Okay."
He rises with me in his arms and steps toward the bedroom.
"Peanut butter, peanut butter, peanut butter," I yell out.
He freezes.
"Just checking," I chirp.
"Mia, you cannot abuse our safeword."
"I did not abuse it."
"You did. You didn't show it any respect."
"Our safeword needs respect?"
He tries to keep a straight face. "Yep."
"Okay. I will not disrespect our safeword again." I zip my lips and pretend to throw away the key.
He carries me into our room and sets me down. "Strip."
"Like sexy strip, or quick strip?"
He steps back and crosses his arms. "Let me see the sexy strip."
"Can I get some music?"
He taps a button on his phone, and hip hop blares out. He sets it on the dresser.
Okay. If I was a stripper...
I push Beckett on the bed and crawl up his body while removing my clothes. The heat in his eyes that I love comes to life, and he licks his lips.
I twirl my bra in my hand and let it fly into the air while straddling him and grinding on his erection.
As soon as I'm naked, he spins me on the bed, so I'm face down. "Don't move, Mia."
"Okay."
"Shh." He turns the lights out, lights a candle, and turns down the music. "Close your eyes."
I shut them. After a few minutes, something silky covers my eyes before Beckett grasps my wrists, puts them over my head, and ties them with something similar to my blindfold.
"You okay, my Angel?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Good. Get on your knees and spread your legs."
I obey.
Something races down my back, and I shiver from the sensation.
"What's that?"
"Shh." He does it again, and again, while playing with my pebbled nipples until my lower body is pulsing and I'm moaning like a porn star...or what I imagine a porn star sounds like since I've never seen one.
His lips brush against my neck, near my ear. "You're making me so hard, my Angel."
"Good. I'm ready for you," I pant.
"Patience," he whispers, and moves his lips down my spine, on my ass cheeks, then spreads my legs further. His fingers graze my sex, and I whimper.
He softly chuckles before sliding under my body and gliding his hands on my thighs and up to my hips.
"Oh, God!" I cry out when he slowly makes me his dinner.
I can't see. I try to move my hands, but all I can do is grasp onto the silky material.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls my body as close to him as possible while making every cell in my body combust.
I spiral, screaming out his name, trembling on his face, surging with so much adrenaline I turn dizzy.
And he doesn't stop. Over and over, I fly. Before I come fully down, he brings me back up in a sea of shattering bliss.
The moment he releases me, he slides his hard cock in me, filling my body.
"Beckett, oh God, Beckett!"
He doesn't show me any mercy. His hand wraps around my waist, and he circles my clit as he pounds against me, holding onto my hip with his other hand.
"I love you, Mia," he murmurs in my ear, leaning his warm, rock hard torso on my back.
"Yes...oh...yes...love...oh Beckett!" I cry out as endorphins tornado through my body.
"I can't wait till you’re my wife," he continues.
"Yes...oh..."
His lips are an electrical current on my neck and cheek until I turn enough into him and our tongues connect in a raging inferno of lust, and need, and love.
He thrusts harder and cries out my name, stretching my spasming walls and toppling me over the edge once more.
I'm still shaking when he collapses on me, wrapping his arms under my body, breathing into my neck.
"Peanut butter," I whisper.
He laughs, removes my blindfold, and unties my wrists.
I spin on my back. "What else does Ryland say we should do?"