He waited until I slowed, then flipped us over and reclaimedhisplace. The dominant one. Controlling fucker.
Beck’s hands pressed down on my thighs, spreading me wide and pinning me down as he re-entered my tight, post-orgasm core. Hissed curses fell from his sexy lips as he thrust into me, and I arched my back. It made it an even tighter fit for him, seeing as he still held my thighs pinned wide apart, but it also meant that as he fucked me, his hard dick rubbed my clit.
Selfish? Fuck yes, but if I could milk a double orgasm before school, I damn well would.
We fucked harder now. Within moments I scored that second climax and screamed my satisfaction while my good hand tangled in the sheets at my side. Apparently that was the last straw on Beck’s will-power and seconds later he hurriedly pulled out of me and spilled his hot load all over my stomach.
Thank fuck he’d understood what I meant. Accidental pregnancy wasnoton my to-do list, and I already had plans of sorting out some birth control asap.
We stared at each other for a long moment, both panting and sweaty, then Beck leaned down in a stupidly sexy push up to kiss me.
“Good morning, Butterfly,” he whispered, then hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I figured when I heard the water running that he was taking a shower, so color me surprised when he returned with a warm cloth for me to clean up with.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking it from him. Beck just gave me this weird sort of half smile, then sauntered his tight, naked ass back into my bathroom.
I wiped up and tossed the cloth into my washing basket, then sat on the edge of my bed and scrubbed my face with my hands. What the fuck had that all been about? Was he going to ice me at school again today? I had to be honest with myself, if he let that Brittley slut hang all over him again, I’d probably bitch slap her. Then throat punch him. And thanks to Dylan, I could now hit damn hard.
“Butterfly!” Beck called from the bathroom, and my blood ran cold. Was this the part where he told me to keep this our dirty little secret and not tell anyone? “Get that gorgeous ass in here.”
I froze. What? Did he just ... hesitantly, I wandered over to the open bathroom door and peered inside. Beck met my curious gaze through the steamy shower door and raised his brows.
“Well?” he prompted me. “Are you joining me?”
It was probably a terrible decision, but a huge part of me wanted this. I ignored all the warning bells in my head, telling me I was heading straight for a broken heart. My heart could only be broken if I fell in love with him, and that was insanity. Beck was just ...Beck. So I threw caution and common sense to the wind and stepped into the shower with him.
21
The surprises continued after our shower, with Beck declaring that he was driving me to school, and that he’d already told Eddy not to stop by.
“Possessive much?” I muttered, pulling up my knee high socks and arching a brow at him. “You know people are going totalkif I turn up to school in your car?”
His gaze heated, running over the length of my leg that I had propped up on a chair. “Good,” he growled. “It’s time they know you belong to me.” I spluttered a noise, and his eyes darted away from me. “Us.Delta, I mean. Anyway, go have some coffee and breakfast, I’ll be back in fifteen to pick you up.”
I assumed he needed to go and get his car, or a change of clothes, seeing as he had literally climbed through my window the night before. Whatever, the double-O before breakfast had me in too good of a mood to argue with him.
A stupid grin seemed glued to my face as I headed into the kitchen after Beck left. I couldn’t seem to wipe it off, but no one else was around to see me looking like a fool, so who cared?
“Oh, uh, good morning,” Richard said as I walked into the kitchen, and my smile slipped off my face. He and Catherine were seated at the elaborately laid breakfast table and Catherine was glaring at me like I was dog shit stuck to her Jimmy Choos.
“Hi...” I dragged the word out, awkwardly assessing how I could get the fuck out of there without being too obvious?
Richard gave me a tight smile and indicated to a third place set at the table. “Please, join us. Breakfast is such an important meal for a growing teenager.” His face was drawn, his words underscored with sadness and my heart went out to him a bit. Catherine was evil to the core, there was no doubt about that, but Richard just seemed like a grieving father.
I hesitated, rocking on my stupid heels for a moment, but my mind was made up by the subtle headshake Catherine gave me.
Oh, what’s that? Don’t want me to join you? Suck my dick, Debitch.
Smiling sweetly at my birth mother, I politely accepted Richard’s offer and sat down for breakfast.
She scowled at me like she was plotting my death, and it only made me want to piss her off even more. If I’d been a more callous person, I’d have asked about Oscar. But I sensed that Catherine didn’t care much for her son as anything more than the Deboise legacy. A title I now held. No, bringing up my dead brother would only hurt Richard and so far I didn’t see how he deserved that from me.
“Riley,” Catherine started, clearing her throat and folding her hands in front of her. “I don’t know what sort of loose morals your adoptive parents raised you with, but you’re part of a very respected company now. That comes with certain expectations ofbehavior.” She said this last word like it was distasteful, and I suspected she was talking about my less than subtle fuck session with Beck this morning.
Ordinarily, I’d have been mortified. Or, I would have been if myrealparents had heard me getting my freak on. I shuddered even thinking about it. But Catherine’s insinuation that my parents were irresponsible or just generally shitty parents, made me see red.
“Insult my parents one more time, Catherine,” I spat at her. “I fucking dare you.”
My cursing made her jaw clench, and I watched her fists tighten on the table. She wanted to hit me so badly, but was holding back for some reason. Because of Richard? Or because I’d fought back last time?
