When I get close, I hear someone talking. I peer through the door and there he is, giving Riot a molasses treat.
Riot's ear flicks forward, and I press myself against the wall to listen.
"...not gonna lie to you, bud," he's saying. "I don't know what to do."
Riot huffs.
"Yeah, exactly." Beck rubs the soft parts of Riot's muzzle. "She's something really special. And I don't even know if I deserve that yet. Hell of a thing."
Riot bobs his head.
"I know."
He laughs, and my heart aches.
I move my foot, and a twig snaps under my boot.
Beck's shoulders drop, but he doesn't turn around right away. He pats Riot’s neck, and finally looks over toward me.
He doesn't ask how much I heard.
I think he can tell from my face.
I cross the rest of the distance and walk right up to him, taking his face in both hands, and kiss him.
He doesn’t skip a beat. His hands slide down my back to grab my ass, hauling me against him. And the kiss goes from one to ten in the space of one breath.
Our mouths are open, tongues tangling, and I’m trembling. My fingers slide into his hair, and the groan he lets go, rattles my entire body.
Riot snorts and stomps off toward the run-in shed, miffed at suddenly being ignored.
I press Beck back into the wall, and one of his hands pulls on my braid so I’ll drop my head back. Then his mouth descends to my throat, and I’m spiraling into oblivion.
His teeth graze my skin and I gasp.
"Laurel."
It's a wreck of a word. All gravel and desperation.
His thigh slides between mine as one of his rough hands slips under my tank top, his fingers on the bare skin of my waist, thumb dragging up along my ribs, and every nerve I have lights up at once.
I roll my hips against his thigh and he shudders. He kisses back up to my mouth and we sink into one another.
One hand squeezes my ass, and he's lifting?—
"Beck,wait."
He stops instantly, breath sawing in and out at my ear, hand on my waist.
I press my forehead to his neck.
My pulse is running wild. My mouth is swollen. And my pussy is throbbing. "I'm sorry?—"
"Don't be sorry."
"I just…" My hands slide down from his hair. "I came out here to ask you about something I wrote down in my notebook. But now, I can’t remember what it was for the life of me."
He laughs into my temple, low and raw.
