Page 39 of Dibs
A wave of heat washes over me. I bend, capturing Beck's lips in a possessive brand. My teeth graze her lower lip, biting gently, a sharp contrast to the soft, soothing kisses I give her afterward. Her fingers, always chilly, seek the warmth of my chest beneath my shirt, and she makes a playful dance to my pectoral muscles and back again, sending shivers down my spine.
I want her so bad it hurts.
Beck pulls back and whispers, “I’m only nineteen. I’m so new at this stuff. Honestly, I should tell you goodnight, let you walk me home.”
But her hazel eyes smolder with desire, and I’m not sure if I should play along with this one or challenge her.
“You belong with me, Beck,” I tell her honestly. “Bring your pillows. Your smutty books. Your bedside lip balm and night moisturizer. Come to my room tonight. Live with me for real.”
“Okay. And hey, I also read fiction.” She rolls her eyes and adds, “Give a girl a few minutes. I have loads of stuff. What kind of thread count are your sheets sporting?” Her eyes narrow like there’s a very definitive bar set, and I don’t want to fail.
“A thousand. They’re antimicrobial with silver in them, and they’re clean, crisp, and ready to smell like you.” I cup her cheek. “Now, go get your things, Beck. I’ve been sleeping alone for too long and so have you.”
I get to work cleaning out the bedside table on her side.
She manages to tear herself away from me, runs back up the stairs, and then calls me up. She places an armful of pillows, tops it with her satiny purple robe, and a pair of matching plush slippers. Meanwhile, she’s loaded up a canvas bin full of books, face and hair products, supplements, and even a toothbrush.
When we get to my room, I tell her, “This is your home too, Beck.” She notices the roses immediately. She sets her bin down on my bed, picks up a handful of roses, and releases them over her head as she twirls.
“So romantic. And this is the only place I want to be. Here with you,” she practically hums. “I suppose you thought you were getting lucky tonight, huh?”
“I had hope.” I flash her a grin.
“Give me just a minute to put these things away, babe,” she tells me as she unloads her things and arranges them quickly on the bedside table.
I notice the books on top in a stack.
“Mmm, I don’t think there’s one fiction book amongst these.” I glance at the titles. “Hockey romance. Dark romance. Romantasy. Best friend’s father. More hockey.”
Grabbing one, I flip open to page fifty-nine, and I get the gist immediately. “This one is interesting. He’s set to marry this girl’s sister, but when she doesn’t show up, this girl takes her sister’s place. Only they’ve secretly been in love since they were children. I’m sure this is steamy as hell.”
I turn the page. Boom. There’s the sex.
“I’m not sure how a cock quivers, but this is some filthy shit, my saucy little minx,” I tell Beck, who grabs a pillow and chucks it at my head.
“I love my filth, thank you very much.” Beck smacks my arm and removes the book from my hands. “But I’m also not sure how his member quivers. Can’t picture it. Either way, the smut works and has kept me company on many lonely nights.”
“No more of those for you,” I tell her.
“Good. Wow, I love this fireplace,” Beck tells me, leaving the bedside and walking over to the two-sided fireplace to the left of the bed, which separates the room from the adjoining bathroom. A giant soaking tub sits on the other side, and I can picture Beck there in the winter, submersed in bubbles, reading her filthy books.
“You’ll adore the tub. It’s deep enough to cover my whole body, and the fireplace puts out great heat,” I tell her. We have beautiful but short autumns, and we’re no stranger to early snowfalls. The fluffy white stuff is expected to arrive by the end of this month. “Let me flip it on now. It’s only forty-five degrees tonight, and your fingers are cold.”
I click a button to turn on the fire, and it roars to life, making shadows dance along the walls. I light a few candles and turn out the lights before I take a handful of rose petals and dump them over her head.
Then, Beck grabs me by the Henley and tugs me to her, melting her mouth into mine for another sweet kiss. “Thank you for the roses.”
“Anything for you, Beck,” I whisper before I slide my tongue into her willing mouth and savor the way she tastes. Her eyes fill with tears, and she gives me a nod filled with acceptance and bravery. She’s taking the next step. Beck climbs up on the bed, and I get a great view of her backside as she crawls to the top and slides beneath the sheet and comforter. With a happy sigh, Beck leans back against her pillows that have taken over the bed.
“Jesus, Beck. You’re in my bed.” I can’t believe my luck as she lies there, her arms above her head, stretching out comfortably. “I mean, you were in my bed once before, and I wanted to touch you, but I knew you were just lonely. I didn’t want to cross lines that night.”
Beck snorts with an eye roll. “The next morning was when I realized my feelings for you. It was so hard not to beg you to touch me. I woke up with your hard dick against my ass, and I wanted to get on top of you and fuck you senseless.”
The confession stuns me. My mouth drops open, astounded to hear her dirty thoughts about me.
“But I just ran to my room and got myself off quick, because it was moving day.” Beck gives me a sexy wink.
I groan. “Oh, to be a fly on that wall…Beck, the thought of you fingering yourself makes me want to explode.”
