Beckham, Hannah

by Packing Up (lit)

  “Uh-hum.” Nurse Good-n-Ready shook her head and left the area.

  Maya didn’t give the woman another thought. “I need you both.”

  “I know.” He stroked his fingers across her jaw line.

  She shivered. “I’m in pain and all I can think about is tearing your clothes off.”

  “Is that a bad thing?”

  Shrugging, Maya eased down off the bed. As tall as she was, she still had to tiptoe to kiss Stephen. His tongue slipped past her lips, running along her teeth. She opened for him, devouring his mouth with her own. The pain in her ribs and arm lulled to a dull ache under the heaviness of his lust.

  Matt pulled back the curtain. “Are you all right?”

  Dropping back down on her heels, Maya broke from the kiss and turned to her lycan lover. She smiled, holding out her left hand to him. “I am now.”

  Without hesitation, he took it. “I’m sorry it took so long to get here. I had my cell phone off. I was taking pictures of a cheating husband for one of the firm’s clients. I didn’t get the message until I got back to the truck.” He propped his head against her shoulder. “They tell me you stopped breathing…” His voice choked up.

  Maya caressed his face. “I’m fine now, honest. Just a broken arm and cracked ribs. I’m going to be okay.”

  Stephen and Matt both had an arm around her, tense with the need to touch her. Matt’s body felt so warm against her, his full lips red and flushed. She ached to kiss him. Dipping her head, she brushed her mouth against his. He responded with hunger and need. Leaning over, Stephen kissed her neck. Soft kisses, meant to be reassuring, but her body reacted with more than comfort.

  Moving in closer to Stephen, she ignored her slinged arm, and pressed her lower body against his. His cock pushed against her hip, thick and hard with desire. Slick heat swelled her pussy until she didn’t care where she was anymore.

  Matt moved behind her, still kissing her as his hand slid up her side to her breast. She moaned into his mouth. Stephen’s fingers dipped down under her hospital gown, slipping along the band of her panties.

  “Oh, I like the gown. Easy access.” The tip of Stephen’s forefinger grazed against her clit.

  “Oh, shit,” she groaned. Closing her eyes, Maya leaned her head back against Matt. He moved away from her mouth, lifting her off the floor. The lycan laid her across the hospital bed. He was careful, so careful. She looked up at his face. His eyes had already shifted to amber. The strain showed. He was fighting his wolf, working at being gentle, so scared to do her more harm.

  Stephen leaned between her legs, his teeth tugging at her sodden panties. His green eyes were hungry with lust, but also… worry. She’d been scared, but in that moment, she realized they were afraid as well. They needed to touch her, to make certain she was real and whole. Lifting her legs, the incubus took her panties off. He placed one leg over his shoulder. The glide of his tongue along the slick, swollen fold of her pussy rushed instant warmth to her lower stomach.

  Matt nibbled her ear, working his way to her neck. His hands massaged her breasts, kneading their way down her abdomen. She lifted her hips to meet his fingers as they slid over her clit.

  Stephen’s tongue delved into her channel while Matt manipulated her inflamed button. The lycan kissed down her chest, sliding the gown up so he could get to her nipples. He laved the sensitive tips, his teeth scraping the tightly drawn nubs. Maya moaned. She felt alive. Alive and on fire. “You feel so good. You both feel so fucking good.”

  Stephen inserted his finger into her pussy, then another. His mouth covered Matt’s finger, his tongue snaking around to her clitoris as both men worked together to bring her pleasure. Matt took his hand away and rubbed her slick juices across her nipples, as Stephen sucked her into his mouth, milking her until she cried out for more.

  Matt’s hand joined the incubus’, his fingers sliding into her channel, both of them finger fucking her as her hips rose and fell with their thrusts. Her pussy clenched, and the pressure inside bubbled. “I’m going to come,” she panted. Their thrusting, licking, sucking, nibbling. It all became more insistent. Urgent.

  “Oh, God. God. Ahh!” Her whole body bucked forward, but the men, her men, were relentless. She cried out again. “Fuck!” Her thighs squeezed involuntarily, trapping Stephen’s face between her legs. She grabbed Matt’s head, holding it tight against her breast as he bit, gently but firm.

  Their fingers continued working in and out of her, rubbing against the bundle of skin just inside her canal. They brought her to climax once more, and she jerked against the spasms, moaning through the rapture.

  Matt and Stephen gently kissed her sensitive areas when a loud clang sounded. Maya scrambled up on the bed, while Matt and Stephen jerked upright in response. The blonde nurse stood in front of the curtain. Dumbfounded.

  Maya pulled the hospital gown down with her good arm, covering herself as best she could. Stephen’s face glistened, wet with her juices, and he grinned at the nurse, unashamed.

  The crash had been the casting kit she’d dropped on the floor upon entering. “Wow, I think you just broke about a dozen hospital regulations.” The nurse’s nipples stood erect, pushing through her peach scrub top. “I’m definitely jealous.” She shook her head. “The doctor will be here shortly. I’ll just go get a new kit.”

  Maya, Matt, and Stephen stared numbly at the closed curtain for a moment. “That was embarrassing,” Maya finally said, more than a little mortified.

  “Ya think?” Matt grinned. “At least I’m not a junior partner in a big fancy architect firm. Something like a three-way in the emergency room could really make for bad publicity.”

  “They don’t care what kind of deviant I am, as long as I keep cranking out the designs, wolf breath.”

  Maya groaned. “I can’t take you guys anywhere.”

  Ignoring Maya completely, Matt directed his comment to Stephen. “True. I guess they don’t care who you’re screwing as long as your clients are good and screwed as well, demon boy.”

  Maya frowned at her men. “Hey. I better be the only one getting screwed around here.” That didn’t come out right.

  Stephen and Matt were still laughing when the fidgety-fudgety old doctor got there. “Well, Ms. Eddings. I hear you’re ready to be reasonable.”

  “If you call being blackmailed into taking a shot against my will reasonable, then yeah, I’m all about the reasonable.” Maya sighed, wishing she had her gun. Then she’d show the doctor reasonable. Okay, she probably wouldn’t shoot him, but giving him a barrel enema seemed like a good plan.

  He looked on the floor in front of the hospital bed. A strange expression came over his face. “Why are there underwear on the floor, Nurse Jenkins?” the doctor asked as he readied the syringe.

  The nurse blushed, and Maya thought she’d drop the equipment again. She cleared her throat and glared at Maya. “I have no idea, Doctor.”

  Chapter 3

  There hadn’t been much they could do about her ribs, and the truth was, they didn’t really hurt. Not like they should’ve. Even the bruising on her back had all but disappeared. The cast on her right forearm, however, bugged the shit out of Maya. Which was why she sat on the sofa in her apartment with a chopstick, trying to scratch the impossible itch about four inches down under the plaster and gauze.

  Stephen took her chopstick away. “Stop that.” Matt had gone back to work, but Stephen took the day off to baby sit.

  Maya glared at him, then down at her pork lo mein. “How am I supposed to eat now?”

  “If you can’t keep shit out of your cast, you’re going to be eating with your fingers.”

  “How’d you like me to break your fingers? Then we’ll see how well you eat with them.”

  “All I need is my mouth, babe.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “I’ve got your babe…” Although she said it halfheartedly. Because, really, he could do some fantastic eating with his mouth. “You know, it’s a good thing you’re cute.”
r />   “Yep.” He stripped off his shirt, throwing it in the laundry basket near the hallway.

  “You want to wash my clothes?”

  “I could.” He disappeared for a moment in the bathroom. Maya heard the water turn on. When Stephen reappeared, he said, “But I’d rather wash you.”

  “I can wash myself.”

  “Nonsense. The doctor said you had to keep your cast dry. It’ll be easier if you let me help.” He dragged a hand down his firm, hard, deliciously sculpted chest until it rested on his abdomen.

  Maya’s body reacted instantly. “Somehow, I don’t think anything would stay dry around you.”

  “Here’s the plan.” Stephen picked her up from the couch.

  “My legs aren’t broken, you know.”

  “Shush. I’ll give you a nice hot bath, and then we’ll take care of whatever stays wet afterward.”

  Now how could a girl argue with that kind of logic? The warm water enveloped her skin, easing aches and pains she didn’t even realize she had. Maya hung her right forearm over the edge, keeping the plaster dry like a good little patient. Stephen soaped up her puffball shower watchamacallit with vanilla body wash. Maya’s favorite. “Lean forward.”

  He worked the soft scrubber in circles over her neck, shoulders, and down her back. After, he scooped water with his left hand, rinsing the creamy suds from her skin. “Wow, you do that great.”

  “I’m a man of many talents.” He lifted her chin until she looked into his eyes. “Lean back, now.”

  Smoothing the puffball across her chest, under her arms, he leaned in and kissed her. “You had me very worried.”

  “I’m fine. Really.” She wished she could take his sadness. “I know how to take care of myself.”

  “Do you?” A hint of anger tinged his words. “I wish you had a different job.”

  “Like a school teacher?” She shook her head, then relaxed back into the tub as he washed down her stomach. Maya had been a high school English teacher in her not so distant past. She’d hated almost every minute of the job. “I’ve gone that route before. Besides, I really like my work. It’s exciting.”

  “There are other ways, much more pleasurable ways of getting excited.” His voice grew heavy, and Maya recognized the lust. His pheromones were always present, but he could secrete more whenever he wanted, and at the moment, he wanted.

  “Fuckin’ A.” Her skin buzzed with desire. “The flesh is weak.”

  Stephen grinned. “Thank God. Huh?” His hand went between her legs, the slight roughness of the shower aid brushing against her pussy.

  “You’re preaching to the choir, babe.” Maya grabbed the back of his head with her left hand, pulling Stephen into a kiss. He tugged his jeans off, and it didn’t take long for the rest of him to join her in the tub.

  Water sloshed onto the floor as he worked his knees between her legs. Not much room for two, so Stephen pulled her up onto his thighs. She straddled his rigid cock, sinking down on top of him. “You’re so hard and ready. Feels so good inside me, so good.”

  She braced her casted arm against the back wall of the tub, as she held his face to her chest with her left hand. She rocked forward, her knees pressing hard onto the porcelain floor of the bath. Stephen’s rhythm joined her own. He had a way of making her feel every glorious inch of him, and making her come. God, how he could make her come. Over and over.

  He placed his hands on her buttocks, lifting her as he slid slowly in and out of her pussy. The head of his cock brushed all the right places. She raised her breast to his mouth. He took her taut nipple between his lips, sucking hard. Hard enough to hurt. Just the way she liked it. “Yes.”

  She ground her clit against his pelvis, relinquishing all control. Her pants and moans echoed off the bathroom walls.

  “I want to come,” Stephen said through gritted teeth. “I want to come in you so bad.”

  His passion triggered her orgasm. “Oh, God, yes. Yes!” Maya threw her head back as she rocked her hips forward, waves of pleasure riding her entire system.

  She stared at Stephen, his face determined as he quickened his thrusts, until… “Ahh!” His eyes squeezed shut as he trembled and shook.

  He eased Maya down into the water, still between her legs. She gazed at his face, studying every splendid feature. “You’re wonderful,” she whispered.

  “Thank you.” He grinned, kissing her cheek.

  Around them, the room began to darken. At first, Maya thought it was the afterglow of a really great orgasm causing her vision to dim. But the darkness began to swirl, like one of those sci-fi black hole thingies she’d seen on The Learning Channel. “Stephen?”

  The darkness sunk into his back, her incubus lover absorbing the entity like a sponge. His eyes filled with liquid black, the expression on his face softening. “It’s time,” he said, his voice vacant of its usual charm.

  Almost afraid to ask, she did anyway. “Time for what?”

  “To join.” Stephen’s arms slipped under Maya’s legs and he lifted, causing the upper part of her body, including her head, to drop under the water level.

  Water poured into her mouth, burning her throat when she tried to scream. She kicked her legs, but he was too strong. Frantically, she reached out to the edges of the tub, but the angle he had put her in made it impossible to get her head up. She stopped struggling and opened her eyes. Through the water she could see Stephen, his eyes still black as shiny tar. A perfect calm came over Maya as she pulled her arms into the water.

  Are you ready? the voice asked.

  It was the same voice she’d heard when she’d flat lined in the ambulance. No, she answered. Her lungs burned, and ached. What little breath she managed to hold, she knew wouldn’t last much longer. Digging her elbows down, she pushed until her nose crested the surface.

  Whatever held possession of Stephen cocked its head sideways, looking confused. It leaned forward. In that moment, Maya lashed out with her casted arm, smashing Stephen across the bridge of his nose. His head snapped back for a moment, blood gushing from the force of the blow. He loosened his grip on her thighs, and gasping for breath, she scrambled up, pulling herself onto the ledge of the tub.

  He grabbed Maya, trying to pull her back. “Stop. Stephen.” She knew it wasn’t him anymore, but she hoped somewhere inside, her lover was there, fighting as hard as she was. She hit the linoleum floor on her left shoulder, kicking at any part of his body she could hit. “Oh, fuck!” Where was her gun when she needed it? In the living room, of course.

  She managed to free her ankle from his grasp, thank God for soapy hands, and she crawled like her life depended on it, which it did, out of the bathroom. She stood when she hit the carpet in the hallway, running naked to her coffee table to reach her weapon. Turning, she took the safety off and chambered a round. Waiting. Watching. Nothing.

  Cautiously, she stalked down the hall. “Stephen?” Again, nothing.

  Peeking around the open door, she expected a full on surprise attack, but still, nothing happened. She peered toward the tub. Stephen’s lanky legs perched at angles from the surface of the water, and as she stepped inside the door, gun carefully aimed and fully loaded, Maya saw him, slumped down, his head under the water, his body unmoving. “Oh, no. No.”

  She slid across the floor, dropped to her knees and pulled him out. He wasn’t breathing. “Stephen? Stephen!” Her alarm echoed against the walls.

  “Breathe, goddammit!” She yanked him out onto the floor, turning him on his stomach and pushing hard against his back. Water slushed from his mouth, and when it stopped coming, she turned him over and performed CPR. Tears streaked her face as she worked for twenty minutes, worn out, unable to get his heart started. “Stephen?” she whispered his name. Anguish, grief, disbelief -- they overwhelmed her senses as she collapsed into a fetal position next to her dead lover, who turned out not to be so impossible to kill.

  “Maya,” Stephen said hoarsely. She turned her head and watched in sheer amazement as his chest r
ose and fell with breath. He blinked, his eyes green again like emerald jewels.

  Reaching out, she ran her thumb against his lower lip, then slapped him hard across the face.

  “Ow!” he snapped sharply. “What the hell?”

  “That’s for scaring the shit out of me!” She grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely. “And that’s for being alive.” All in all, it’d been one tough fucking day.

  “Do you know your door’s unlocked?” A woman’s voice sounded in the hallway. Paula, Stephen’s sister and Maya’s best friend. “Is anyone home? I just stopped in to check on you…” She appeared in the doorway of the bathroom and her mouth dropped open. “Holy crap!” She ran up the hallway with a loud “Ewww!”

  Maya and Stephen looked at each other and shook their heads. “We’ll be out in a minute,” Maya called.

  “Take your time,” Paula answered back. “It’ll take me a moment to mentally scrub your naked bodies from my eyes.”

  Stephen rolled his eyes. “We better get dressed.”

  “We need to talk about what just happened.”

  “I agree, but with Paula here, it’ll have to wait.”

  He was right; with Paula there, they couldn’t discuss the new whacked out shit in her life. Their life, since it affected Stephen as well. Paula didn’t know that Stephen was part incubus.

  Paula Daniels lived in the world of humans that believed paranormals were just fun fiction. Stephen’s family worked very hard to keep the dirty little family secret that in every other generation a lusty pheromone-secreting demon would be born. Only the men were privy, while the women were kept blissfully unaware. Maya had almost told her once, but Paula’s fragility about normal everyday life kept her from revealing the truth.

  Really, how could she tell someone who had to be put on suicide watch over a hangnail that her brother was an incubus, and werewolves and other weird creatures truly existed? Maya didn’t want the responsibility. She loved Paula. They’d been best friends since junior high, but there were some things friendship would only carry so far.