Protecting His Home

by Ember Davis

  I get it, but I’m determined to get her to see herself like I see her so I try and capture little moments when she takes my breath away when I can. I post them on social media because I want how beautiful she is to be public record and I don’t ever want her to think my life with her is a secret. I got the guys in on it and they’ve snapped some great pics of her or the two of us. Troy has always been a big picture taker and he’s taken this on like a personal assignment.

  Posting more on social media beyond my tattoos and my art feels good, like I’m getting back to myself more. That I’m more than my art. There’s been a few trolling asshats, but I delete those fucking comments as soon as I see them and hopefully not much of that has touched Amelia. She hasn’t said anything if it has.

  I’ve printed out a few of the pics and added them to the mantle or picture wall. The smile she gets on her face every time she notices a new photo makes my heart soar. She’ll smile like that every day for the rest of our lives; it’s my mission in life.

  I’m waiting for the right time to tell her I love her; it’s been on the tip of my tongue so many times, but I want to be sure she’s right there with me. I don’t want to scare her or demand to much from her. Soon. It has to be soon. Or I’ll just blurt it out at the worst time.

  CHAPTER 11

  BECKETT

  Amelia’s not distracted today when I walk in our home. Her eyes sparkle and her smile lights up the whole room. “Hi, Love! What amazing art did you make today?”

  I toe my shoes off and put my keys up on the hook next to the door. I pull my hat off, the one she made, and tuck it in my jacket pocket before I shrug it off to hang it up. I never take my eyes off her. I grin at her and I know that it isn’t sweet by the way her eyes dilate and her breathing picks up. She places her project down into the basket at her feet and scoots it to the side with her foot.

  “Good girl,” I husk as I stalk over to her.

  My eyes rove over her body, she’s wearing pb&j pajama pants with some sort of pun on them and a purple tank top. The j of the pb&j is purple, so grape, which I’ve learned is her jelly preference across the board. I made sure to pick up a jar last time we went grocery shopping since I’ve always been a strawberry kind of guy. I watch her nipples pebble under her tank top and groan; she rarely wears a bra when at home and today is no exception.

  She bites her lip, her eyes wide, “Did you have a good day today?”

  I lean down and pick her up, cradling her in my arms. I nip at her ear, “Oh yeah, Baby, I had a good day.” She smiles and runs her fingers through my hair. “I want to see this table and then I’m going to bend you over it and fuck you before we get dressed to go to the bar.”

  She hums her approval and I carry her into the dining room area and use my foot to scoot one of the chairs away from the middle of the table. I take a moment to look at the table in person; it’s beautiful. I set her on the ground and wrap her up in my arms, kissing her hungrily.

  She breathes against my lips, “The table is beautiful.”

  I grin, “You’re beautiful.”

  She blushes and I growl, pushing her tank top up until her breasts pop free right into my hands and I knead them in my palms. I capture her nipples between my fingers and pinch. She whimpers my name.

  I kiss down her neck, “I’ve been thinking about sinking into your hot pussy all day.”

  She arches an eyebrow and a wicked smile plays on her lips, “Beckett Banks, I’m scandalized.”

  I nip at her collarbone and she moans. Fuck. This woman. “Oh, Baby, you don’t know the half of scandalized yet.”

  She giggles and my cock twitches in my jeans. Her giggle falls away when I turn her by her shoulders a little more roughly than I intended and press her down against the table with my hand between her shoulder blades.

  I pitch my voice low, “Stretch across the table and hold onto the other side, Amelia.”

  She moans and follows my command without hesitation. I push her pajama pants and panties down to her ankles before I squeeze her ass cheeks. She pushes back into my hands, but she doesn’t have much room to maneuver with her stretched across the table.

  I bark, “Fuck.” My fingers slide through her folds and she is soaked for me already. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and slurp her juices up loudly; she groans. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Baby. You can’t wait for me to fuck you across our table, can you?”

  She whines, “Please, Beck.”

  I chuckle and smack one of her ass cheeks and then the other. She gasps at the first one and groans on the second. I unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans, pushing them down my hips quickly. I take my thick cock in my hand and rub the head up and down her wet slit.

  Amelia tries to push back, but I don’t give up even a little bit of the control here. I run my other hand up her spine and press her firmly down on the table. She huffs a frustrated breath. “All I could think about when we were making this was you fucking me on it, like you promised.” She turns her head to try and look at me, her voice is a challenge, “You are a man of your word, aren’t you, Beckett?”

  I drape myself over her back and bite the nape of her neck as I plunge my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I groan in her ear, “You better fucking believe it, Baby.” I grip her hip and start fucking her hard and fast. Her moans get louder with every thrust and I stand up and grip her hips as I plow into her.

  She groans, “You gonna fill me up, Beck?”

  I growl, “Fuck, yes, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, Baby. You want that?” I reach forward and grab her messy bun and pull so she has to adjust and rise up on her tiptoes to angle her neck back and still hold onto the table.

  She whimpers, “Please, Beckett. Please.” The last one comes out as a long moan.

  Fuck, I love it when she begs for my cum and she knows it. I pound into her hard and let go of her hip and my hand roves over her back. Her body shudders and the walls of her pussy clench around my cock. I know she’s close, so the fuck am I.

  I groan, “You’re going to tell me before you fill your birth control next time and we’re going to talk about skipping it. Aren’t we, Amelia?”

  For a heartbeat she completely freezes, but I pound into her harder and spank her. I lean forward and nip at her ear before demanding, “Aren’t we, Amelia?”

  She lets out a breath on a moan, “Yessss, Beckett.”

  I nip her ear again before straightening and wedging my hand between her and the table to rub circles around her clit. “Good girl.”

  She shudders and chants my name. Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect. My love for her grows and grows every day. I let go of her hair and grip her hip, popping her ass up a little bit more and I’m able to reach even deeper inside her hot center.

  My spine begins to tingle. I know that my orgasm is bearing down on me quickly and I won’t be able to stop it. Not that I want to, but damn if I don’t want to stay buried in my girl all the time.

  I clench my jaw and grit out, “Come for me, Amelia.” I pinch her clit and bark out, “Now!”

  Like the good girl she is I feel her walls spasm around me immediately, milking my cock. The tingle in my spine overtakes me and I bury myself deep inside her as I come.

  I grunt, “Fuck, Amelia.”

  She’s panting, her forehead pressed against the table and my heart is pounding in my chest. I lay my body down on top of hers while we come down from our high. I reach across the table and release her fingers that are still curled over the edge, her knuckles white.

  I pull out of her and plop down on one of the dining room chairs, pulling her into my lap when I do. I cradle her against me as our breathing goes from ragged to normal. She has a blissed-out smile on her face which causes pride and contentment flow through me because I can so thoroughly please my woman.

  I run my fingers up and down her spine and then over the rest of her back, now slicked with a thin layer of sweat. Amelia snuggles into the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath before kissing my neck.r />
  I clear my throat; I don’t know why I’m nervous about what I’m going to tell her. “I was able to fit in my one client from Sunday into another day and clear the day. There’s a much more important tattoo that I want to start…on you.”

  She shifts and looks up into my eyes, full of hope and wonder. “Really?”

  I cup her cheek and smile down at her. “I told you I was going to tattoo you and I meant it. I can’t wait to put my art on your beautiful body.”

  A huge smile spreads across her face, “Okay, Beckett.” She cocks her head to the side and bites her lip, “You aren’t going to tell me what you have planned, are you?”

  I smirk at her. “Nope,” and I pop the p.

  She sighs in contentment and tucks her head back against my chest, “I love you, Beckett Banks. I have since the moment I saw your art and I’ve fallen harder for you every moment I spend with you.”

  Everything freezes, except for my heart which starts racing. I’ve thought about telling her I love her so many times, but I didn’t want to scare her off or move too fast for her. I was just waiting for the right time. I push her off my chest just a little so that I can tip her chin up and look into her eyes. I can see nervousness, hope and a little fear in her eyes and her whole body is tense. No, that’s unacceptable.

  I run my fingers along her facial features, wanting to memorize this moment for the rest of my life. I kiss her lips softly. When I speak, my voice is thick with emotion, “Amelia Wheeler, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and not just because of what you look like, but because of the person you are.” Her eyes search mine and a small smile quirks her lips, but she still looks a little afraid that I’m going to reject her. “I’ve wanted to tell you I love you since I realized it the night of Dex’s BBQ even though I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment I heard you laugh. I love you so much, Baby.”

  A radiant smile lights up her face and I feel her entire body relax. I pepper her with kisses anywhere I can reach. I pull back and look down into her eyes and they’re wet with unshed tears. She’s an emotional crier; I’ve even caught her wiping a tear away watching a commercial. So fucking adorable.

  I run my thumb along her cheekbone and grin, “Don’t cry Baby, you know I can’t stand it when you do.”

  She lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I know, Love,” she shrugs, “but I can’t help it.”

  I kiss her temple and whisper, “Just one of the many things I love about you.”

  We sit there and I hold her against me for I don’t even know how long. I can’t wait for her to tell me ‘kerfuffle’ and she moves in here permanently. She already has a bunch of her stuff over here. I smile at every item because I know that gets her one step closer to being in our home permanently and being my wife.

  Not enough time passes with us curled up with each other when she kisses my neck again. “Come on, I need to shower before we head out to the bar.”

  Amelia moves to get off my lap, but I hold her firmly against me. “No way, Baby. I want you to smell like me so all those other fuckers at the bar know that you’re mine.”

  She narrows her eyes at me, like she’s going to argue with me, but she must see that I’m not going to be taking no for an answer. She sighs, “Okay, Beck.”

  I pick her up off my lap and set her on her feet. I smack her ass playfully, “Good girl.”

  She rolls her eyes and picks up her clothes before swaying her hips the whole way to our room. Before she walks through door, she looks back at me, catching me watching her ass. She winks at me and I already can’t wait to get her in bed tonight.

  Another thing I love about Amelia is that she doesn’t take an hour to get ready. Less than 30 minutes later we’re out the door to meet up with our friends. I did take a quick shower and change my jeans because I didn’t want any jackass to smell my woman on me and get any ideas. She quirked her eyebrow at me when I explained and mumbled under her breath about double standards. I just chuckled.

  She walks out of our bedroom in a denim pencil skirt along with a shirt that says: ‘can’t we all just get a bong’. She paired that with a purple cardigan. That shouldn’t be sexy, but it is. Especially with her hair still piled on top of her head and her neck exposed. She put on a little makeup, but the only thing I notice are her bright red lips. Fuck.

  She put on a pair of purple Doc Martens. She’s not a heel kind of girl and I don’t mind at all. Would heels be sexy as fuck on her? No doubt, but she doesn’t need them to be the sexiest woman in the room as far as I’m concerned. She’s not even trying, it’s just natural for her. I have to force myself to lead her out the front door.

  When I open the passenger door of my car for her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me. I kiss her gently. “You look beautiful, Baby. I love you.”

  She grins at me and blushes. “I love you too, Beck.”

  I’ve always hated when people have called me Beck before, I don’t know why. I guess I felt that it wasn’t hard to say my whole name, but I don’t mind it one bit when Amelia says it. Just another piece of her magic.

  We make our way to the bar and her phone chimes. She pulls up something on her phone and her brows knit together, she types out a few words and then puts her phone in her lap. A few moments later her phone chimes again. She looks at it for a long time before she shoves her phone in her purse. I can feel her shrinking as waves of anxiety come off her.

  I reach over the console and interlace our fingers and I give a squeeze. “Everything okay?”

  She glances at me and gives me a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, everything’s great.” She’s lying.

  “Amelia,” there’s a warning in my tone that I don’t even try to hide, “you’re lying and not only does that surprise me, but it hurts. I love you and I want to spend the rest of our lives together. So, you’re going to tell me what’s going on. I can feel how anxious you are.”

  She lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Just some messages on my business Instagram today. It’s a private account and the profile picture is black, not even an animal or something; it’s just black. I don’t recognize the username.” She tries to sound confident with her next words, but it’s forced, “It’s probably just a troll.” She narrows her eyes, “I’ve seen some of the hateful comments on some of the pictures you’ve posted before you can delete them, just so you know.”

  I rub the back of her hand with my thumb, “You don’t need to give headspace to their hate. I won’t apologize for deleting them.”

  She gives my hand a little squeeze, “I know, Love. It’s better that you delete them. What they say about me doesn’t matter, I know you and our family have my back.”

  I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, “Good girl.” I glance at her and she blushes before she looks out the window. There’s a palpable tension around her and I don’t like it one bit. “You’re hiding something. What makes these messages stand out? What do they say?”

  She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “Um…they’re just different.”

  I let her have the deflection as we pull into the parking lot of the bar. Once I’m parked, I turn toward her and give her my full attention, but she stubbornly continues to stare out the window. “Amelia, tell me what they said.”

  She sighs again and pulls her phone out. My girl doesn’t have any password on her phone. I asked her about it after Dex’s BBQ when I made sure she had all my information in her contacts. I stopped just short of making sure she had my social security number, but just barely. She said she doesn’t have anything to hide so why bother.

  I unlock her phone and smile at her wallpaper; it’s the picture Troy took where I’m kissing her shoulder. I pull up the app, make sure I’m looking at her business page and pull up the messages.

  Amelia, you’re looking good.

  Thanks? I’m sorry, do I know you? Was there something you’d like to order from me?

  You used to. No, I don’t want a
ny of your little crafts.

  Okay. Who is this?

  Not to worry, Cupcake, you’ll be seeing me again soon. I’ll make sure that it’s a reunion you’ll never forget. Not even that piece of trash you’re slumming it with will be able to stop it. You know he doesn’t really want you, right? Have you seen yourself?

  I read through the short message string once, twice and on the third pass I have to make a concerted effort not to crush her phone because I’m gripping it so hard. What the fuck? The first message was sent while I was fucking her on the table. She didn’t reply until she was getting dressed, obviously, and the last three while we were in the car just now. I hand her phone back to her and she stuffs it into the bottom of her purse.

  I look up at her and she’s staring back at me with so much fear in her eyes it makes my heart stop. “You know who it is, don’t you Amelia?” She nods her head and I have a sinking feeling in my gut that I’m not going to like the answer to my next question. “Who used to call you Cupcake?”

  Amelia pales and her grip on my fingers tightens to the point of pain, but if that’s what she needs then I’m not going to deny her. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Her whisper is barely audible, “Caleb.”

  CHAPTER 12

  BECKETT

  Even though Amelia whispered his name, it might as well be as loud as a gunshot because it slices through me and seems to reverberate around us.

  My eyebrows shoot up, “Your ex? That fucker?”

  My rage is almost too much to contain, but I take a deep breath trying to rein it in. She hasn’t opened her eyes and my heart aches for her. A single tear races down her cheek and I reach out and capture it with my thumb and take her face in my hands.

  Her whisper is hoarse, “At first when he called me Cupcake, I thought it was cute. Who doesn’t like cupcakes? One night he told me he called me that as a reminder of how fat and weak I am.”