I move my hand slightly and push two fingers into her, and her gasps turn into little moans with every thrust of my hand.
Every breath between moans is her broken begging.
Please.
Beckett.
Don’t.
Fucking.
Stop.
I’m going —
I’m going to fucking come, Beckett.
I’m going to come on your tongue, Beckett, don’t stop.
Her thighs are tensing around my head, and I feel her clenching her perfect, drenched pussy around my fingers. I lift my gaze to watch her, to see her back arch off the bed. Her legs start to shake, and I hum in encouragement. There’s no fucking way I’m taking my mouth off of her. Not until I have the taste of her coming on my tongue permanently etched into every cell of my body.
“Yes—” she starts, and I grin wickedly, waiting for it.
The flash of light that fills the room isn’t from her orgasm, though.
The world stops when the loudest boom I’ve ever heard comes from directly outside the window, the world goes dark, and a blood-curdling scream comes from one floor below.
“Daddy, help!”
CLOVER
Ifreeze. I don’t just tense up; it’s a whole-body adrenaline freeze that is incredibly unhelpful in stressful situations. My heart is pounding in my chest.
“Lennon,” Beckett says sharply, jumping to his feet.
“I can’t see,” I whisper, panic gripping my throat. “I can’t see, Beck.”
“It’s okay, Clover. I’ve got you,” he assures me, his voice low. He pulls me close to him, and my fingers curl into his shirt, grounding me. I hear the bedside drawer sliding open, and a beam flashes on, lighting up a small area. A flashlight. He presses it into my hand and is on the move, already halfway to the stairs, when another small cry comes from the floor below. I quickly jump into the sweats he had brought in for me, and pull his hoodie over my head.
“I’m coming, Lennon,” he calls to her. “Stay with me, Clover,” he tells me, and I do.
Lennon is standing in her doorway, crying, when we reach her hallway, her bottom lip quivering, her hands wringing in front of her. I know this way too well. I drop to my knees in front of her without even thinking, pulling her into my arms.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, rocking her gently. “It’s just the power. You’re safe, Lenny. You’re safe.”
Beckett disappears for a minute and comes back to us, a camping lantern and another flashlight in his hands. He sets the lantern down with us.
“Would you be okay to stay here with her?” He asks me.
“Of course,” I respond, immediately. “Yes.”
He nods and turns to Lennon. “I’ve gotta go start the generator, Beetlebug, Clover’s got ya though, okay?”
Lennon nods, still clinging to my neck. “You’ll come back though, right, Daddy?” She asks him.
“I will always be back for my girl,” he tells her. There’s no doubt behind his words, and it makes my heart ache.
He heads off, but hesitates at the top of the stairs. He comes back to us and runs his hand down Lennon’s hair lovingly, and quickly, gently, kisses the top of my head.
