“I wanted to make it perfect for you.”
“It was.” I kiss his beautiful lips as my fingers roam the curves and indents of his muscular stomach, before my hand slides down the gap between us. I grip him through his pants, and my core pulses with fresh need as I feel how long, thick, and hard he is.
Beck gently clasps my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Not today, honey.”
“Why not?” I gulp over the lump in my throat.
“I want it, but you’ve been through a lot today. You’re emotional and—”
“I know what I want, Beck. I want to taste you. I want to give you pleasure too.” I sit up, feeling on the verge of tears.
He curses under his breath, adjusting himself in his pants before he pulls himself up against the headboard. He lifts me up into his lap so I’m facing him. “Feel what you do to me. I’m like this all the time around you, Stevie. I’ve learned to live with it.”
“You don’t have to live with it anymore,” I say, planting my hands on his chest. “I want to take care of you.”
“And you shall. Just not now.” He sweeps his lips against mine. “Do you trust me, Stevie?”
“You know I do.”
“Then trust me with this.” He cups my face. “I love you so very much, and we’ll have the rest of our lives to do this. Tonight, just let me take care of you. Please.”
It’s hard to stay sulky when he says all the right things and looks at me with so much adoration it’s almost surreal. “Okay.” I lean down, resting my head against his chest and he holds me against him as we snuggle on the bed.
“I’m going to order takeout and grab a quick shower. Do you need me to get you anything now?”
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
He’s still sporting the tent in his pants when he climbs out of the bed to grab his phone and order food. I crawl out of his bed naked and head into my room to change into some sleep shorts and a top. When I return, his en suite door is closed, and the sounds of running water tickle my eardrums. Sliding under the covers, I wonder if he’s rubbing one out in the shower.
When Beck emerges a while later, he’s wearing cotton pajama pants, a plain white tee, and a soft smile when he sees me propped up in his bed, watching TV.
“Did you jerk off in the shower?” I ask, noticing his erection is gone.
“I did.” He sits on the edge of the bed beside me. “Does that bother you?”
“Yes,” I truthfully admit. “I wanted to suck your cock.”
He closes his eyes briefly, and his dick visibly jerks. “You make it so hard to be good, and I mean that intentionally.”
My lips curve as I slink into his lap. “I like that you’re the good guy. I know I need to say my final goodbyes to Garrick. I understand you are doing this for me, for us, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sulking about it.”
His face shines with love as he circles his arms around my waist. “We have waited this long; it won’t kill us to wait a little bit longer.”
“You’re amazing, Beck, and I love you very much.” I kiss him, but before it can turn into more, the doorbell chimes.
I pad into the kitchen to grab plates and silverware while Beck goes to the door to collect our takeout. We enjoy amicable silence as we eat, and I surprise myself by eating a full bellyful of delicious Chinese food. After, we climb into Beck’s bed and watch a movie. I’m tucked under his arm, feeling loved and protected, and it helps to offset the heartfelt pain searing my insides at the loss of my beloved grandmother.
I wake the next morning, still in Beck’s bed, facing the wall, with his warm body spooning me from behind. The hard length of his morning wood is strategically positioned against my ass to inject an instant shot of liquid lust straight to my core. Beck’s large warm palm is resting on my bare lower stomach, just above the waistband of my shorts, underneath my tank top.
I take a moment to savor his protective comfort before easing carefully out of his bed and heading to the bathroom. I attend to business and borrow his toothbrush to brush my teeth while cringing at my scary reflection in the mirror. I didn’t wash my hair last night, but it was damp getting out of the bath, and it’s a tangled mess.
Beck’s eyes light up when I enter the bedroom, and my heart ping-pongs around my chest. “Morning, honey,” he says, in a sleep-drenched tone. “Did you sleep okay?”
“I did.” I walk to his side and bend down to hug him. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. Not just last night but in the days since Nana passed.” I perch my butt on the edge of the bed.
“I love taking care of you. It’s what I was put on this earth to do.” His tender smile oozes sincerity.
“You look beautiful when you wake.” It’s true. His eyes are glistening, his skin is flushed, and there’s a sexy layer of stubble on his chin and cheeks.
