Biting back a smile the best she can, I nearly lean in to bite her bottom lip myself, but I’m not done taking in this view.
Jensen’s hands pull at my torso. “God, Beck, get down here.”
I love her.
Our kiss fuels my soul a little more.
I. Love. Her.
Rocking back and forth ever so slightly, I know my piercing is giving her quite the tease. I know she’s wanting me to move, but it wouldn’t be us if I didn’t edge her a little.
“Beckham,” she groans in warning against my mouth as she hooks her ankles around my ass.
I pepper a few kisses on her face. “You’re going to have to give me a second. Kissing you is about to send me over the edge.”
Jensen’s nails dig into my back with a soft moan. “Believe me, I’m hanging on by a thread, Beck.”
I capture her mouth again as I slide all the way in with ease. My thrusts start slow, but nowhere near lazy. Each drive into her carries the promises I can’t voice right now.
I wish I could fucking say them. I want to, and part of me is terrified that not getting them out will be my downfall, butpraying with each second that she can feel what she means to me.
Jensen’s nails continue to claw at my back and she loses the rhythm of our kiss. I know my ring is right where she likes it on her clit and with the way she’s squeezing my cock she’s close.
Wrapping my arms under her, I pull her tighter against me and kiss her neck, letting every moan of hers come out crystal clear. The force of my thrusts increase but I don’t dare change our pace.
“Come with me, Beck,” she whispers.
I nip at her ear. “I’m always coming with you, Jen.”
Every time. Everywhere. In bed. In life. Just with her.
It doesn’t take but a few more strokes in and out before we’re both falling over the edge.
I want to take that as a good sign, but as our highs come down I’m afraid it won’t be enough.
Her legs unhook and entangle in mine. I place one then two kisses on her collarbone before going up her neck, and giving one more sensual kiss to her lips.
She hums softly. “I knew if I kissed you I’d be fucked.”
My head goes back with a laugh. Rolling off to the side I pull Jensen to me. Her head rests perfectly on my chest as I brush my fingers through her hair softly. For the first time in years, I’m not afraid of what my future will look like. I just see her.
Jensen and I spent the rest of the night in my bed with a lazy naked make-out session to make up for lost time. When Dottie whines outside our door, I throw on some sweats to take her outone more time before bringing her back up with me and falling asleep with Jensen in my arms.
Everything feels so right when I shut my eyes, but then that bubble pops.
I know I couldn’t have slept for more than an hour, and Jensen’s still cuddled close to me when Dottie starts pawing at my leg.
“Dot, go back to bed. I already took you out,” I grumble, snuggling deeper into Jensen.
Dottie paws at my legs again, but then I hear it: my phone ringing from downstairs. Getting up to answer my phone is the very last thing I want to do, but know I have to look at who’s calling.
Sliding out of the bed, I pull my sweatpants back on, then pat Dottie’s head.
Once I make it downstairs the ringing stops, and for a second I pray it doesn’t ring again, but then it lights back up and my stomach drops.
Racing over, I see the name I really didn’t want to see. Answering, I can’t even get a hello out before I hear everything in my dad’s voice.
“Beck, your mom?—”
