David got up, put his hand on Beckett’s shoulder. “I owe you one, Son. I was just about to insist Vivian use one of our spare cars so Greer could take hers. You saved me the stubbornness you are facing now.”
Beckett groaned, “Thanks, Dad.”
David turned serious, “Don’t mess with her anymore, Beckett.” He turned and walked away, leaving Beckett to figure out how to get Greer over this latest hurdle of stubbornness.
He probably shouldn’t have demanded she take his truck, but dammit, she drove him crazy. He had at least five friends who lived within a five-mile radius that could pick him up. Then he grinned, and he had no qualms about taking one of his dad’s extra cars.
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It had been a long, stressful day and Greer was more than ready for bed, but she couldn’t seem to get past her irritation with Beckett. She couldn’t believe he had basically ordered her to use his truck and that her mom agreed. A soft knock on the door raised her head and she eagerly went over to open it. If it was Beckett, she could give him a piece of her mind without the parents being around.
“Mom,” she said, surprised.
Vivian chuckled at her response, “Surprised to see me?”
Greer decided it was best not to answer the question. She moved away from the door and sat on her bed. “Sorry I stormed off.”
Vivian followed her and sat on the edge of the bed. “You thought I was Beckett, didn’t you?”
Greer grumbled and folded her arms under her breasts. “Maybe.”
Her mom’s laugh soothed her frayed nerves. “It’s so good to see you laugh, mom. I’m sorry I’ve been such a basket case.”
Vivian turned thoughtful and ran her hand soothingly over Greer’s forehead pushing back errant strands of hair. Greer sank back into her pillow and felt her whole body relaxing.
“Oh Greer, I would never sacrifice your happiness for mine.”
Her mom lightly laid a finger across her lips when she went to interject. “I want you to think about what you really want and I will make it happen. This is your senior year.”
Vivian sat back with her against the headboard and softly said. “I was laughing because you and Beckett were acting like David and I do sometimes.”
Greer peeked over at her mom who was staring up at her canopy, lost in thought. She smiled over at Greer and continued.
“I know I drive David crazy with my need to be independent, but it has been just us for so long it is hard to accept help. And quite frankly it all seems too good to be true.” Vivian put her hand over Greer’s.
“We both need to let go of some of our pride and let David and Beckett help. Because that is what Beckett was trying to do, was help.”
“I know mom, it’s just the way he goes about it.”
Vivian studied her in only a way a mom can before cautiously saying. “He has feelings for you Greer and it looks like you return those. I can’t say I’m surprised. He is so much like his dad, and I love David.”
Greer didn’t want to throw Beckett under the bus, but she needed to clear this up. “I do have feelings for him, but his are because of guilt.”
She tensed under the covers as her mom studied her and then she smiled. “When Beckett told us what he did, no one was more upset than me. He was also genuinely distraught about it. So, I think you have a good reason for thinking his feelings aren’t genuine, but I don’t think you are right.”
With that bombshell, Vivian dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be around tonight if you need me. Love you.”
“Love you, Mom.”
Her mom left, leaving Greer with a whirl of thoughts. Eventually, she climbed into bed for the night determined not to think anymore.
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Terror was holding her captive. Greer’s heart was beating out of her chest as she stared through her rearview mirror at Brittany. She was standing behind her car, slowly pushing the car closer to a cliff overlooking the ocean. Both of Greer’s feet were frantically trying to push the brake pedal closer to the floor, but the car was still inching forward as Brittany taunted her.
“Beckett doesn’t seem to care that you are about to go off a cliff.”
With joy alighting her face, Brittany cackled and inched the car forward. Pushing back against her seat Greer desperately tried for more leverage to depress the brake further while her head started swiveling, looking for Beckett.
There. There he was. A flare of hope sparked. All she had to do was scream to get his attention off of his phone and turn around. She opened her mouth and nothing. Not one squeak escaped her. Try the horn her brain frantically told her as the car moved another inch. She couldn’t lift her hands. Frantically, she opened her mouth and tried, again and again, to push the scream up past her throat. Tears of frustration blurred her vision and she couldn’t draw a breath.
Brittany’s joyous howl drew her attention back to her rearview mirror. Before Greer’s blurry eyes Brittany turned into a fire-breathing dragon. With her wings spread the dragon lifted the back of her car and gave it the final push and then flew in front of the car to watch her descent over the cliff.
The terrified scream was finally pushed from her. The last thing Greer saw was Beckett casually turning around before she was falling through the air.
Strong, warm arms embraced her. Stopping her fall. It sounded like Beckett in her ear.
“Greer, wake up. Wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open and all of the emotion trapped in her chest poured out, all over Beckett’s bare chest.
“It’s okay, Greer. It was just a dream.”
The steady beat of Beckett’s heart, his deep even reassurances, and the hand soothing her hair gradually brought her back to the present. Even as her sobs stopped and her heartbeat returned to normal, Greer was reluctant to leave Beckett’s embrace. Somewhere during her turmoil, Beckett scooted against the headboard and she was sitting across his legs.
“What was it about Greer?” Even though it was softly asked she could feel the vibrations in his chest. She brought her hand up and placed it flat between his pecs to have another piece of her connected to him.
The first thing her hand registered was Beckett’s rock-hard chest and the steady beat of his heart. Vaguely, she wondered how it could be so comfortable. When he spoke, she could feel the vibrations rumble through her hand and cheek.
“Greer,” Beckett’s voice was a cross between a warning and a plea. She lifted her cheek from his chest, enough to gaze up at him curiously.
Beckett just shook his head, took the hand on his chest and interlaced their fingers. He brought them down to rest on one of her legs.
“My real-life nightmares are emerging in my dreams.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Explain.”
Greer could still feel residual terror, but saying what happened out loud seemed stupid. “It’s silly.”
Beckett unlinked their fingers and cupped her jaw forcing her to look into his determined gaze. “It’s not silly if you are still trembling Greer. Tell me.”
Slowly, hesitantly she began the tale. When she got to the end, she leaned her cheek into his chest and revealed that Brittany was a dragon.
Beckett’s arms tightened. “Shit, Greer, you weren’t kidding. Although your subconscious is spot on in labeling Brittany as a dragon.”
While Beckett was talking her hand came back to his chest. It soothed her to feel the soft rumble of his words. It was like some of his strength was flowing into her each time he spoke. She had always thought of herself as strong, but her confidence had taken a beating.
The next few minutes they sat there, Greer felt his warmth start to flow through her. Gradually it dawned on her that her hand had started exploring the contours of Beckett’s chest, the heartbeat under her ear had accelerated, and his whole body had tensed up.
She stilled and slowly lifted her head and was met with the flickering heat in Beckett’s restrained stare.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Not breaking their connection Beckett shifted her closer to him until she felt his hardness on her thigh. Greer was suddenly very aware that all she was wearing was an oversized t-shirt and white, cotton panties.
“And I’m loving every minute of it,” Beckett rumbled.
“What?” she breathed out.
“I love that you trust me enough to hold you. Anything you need, I am here for you.”
She licked her lips on his emphasis on anything. Beckett’s eyes flared, and a couple of heartbeats later he reached for her wrist.
Inch by inch, Beckett’s hand guided her hand lower and lower over his chest. She could feel his lower abs contract under her touch and then his hand left her wrist. “Anything, Greer. But it is up to you.”
His voice sounded tortured, but she was so busy looking at the bulge in Beckett’s boxer briefs it didn’t register with her. Her stomach was clenched with anticipation and her eyes widened when she swore it grew.
Greer’s hand moved down the final two inches before it was stopped by Beckett’s waistband. She bit her lip with indecision and decided to move over the material. Anticipation was making her blood pound through her and then all thoughts left her head. Her hand was loosely molded around Beckett’s cock. Beckett let out a tortured moan and she raised her head.
She sucked in a startled breath. His face looked tortured, but his eyes were blazing. There was a flush rising in his face and his muscles were locked. When he raised his hips and let out a stuttered exhale, Greer’s attention went back down to Beckett’s cock hardening in her hand.
Her hand tightened and she started moving it up and down. Beckett’s hips followed her movements and she could hear his breathing become labored. Greer looked up under her lashes and was enchanted. Beckett’s face was flushed, he had closed his eyes, and his eyebrows were pulled together chasing his release. She was making him lose his mask, his control. Greer tightened her grip and saw the shudder run through him and his mouth open on a growled “More.”
Greer quickly inserted her hands under the material before she thought about it too much. Surprisingly, his cock was smooth, a contrast to the hardness and strength she could feel pulsating between her fist. She started pulling her hand away and was forestalled. Beckett’s hand was once again gripping her wrist, but it was his growl that made her own body pulse with increased awareness.
“Don’t stop, Greer.”
She looked up and met his black, dilated eyes, his face strained, “I’m not, I want to see it.”
Beckett’s eyes turned black and then started shooting flames. “What do you want to see, Greer?”
When she started sitting up, Beckett’s eyes followed her movements, but he didn’t stop her. Greer put both hands on Beckett’s chest, for leverage, and maneuvered until her knees were on either side of his legs. She looked down and caught her breath.
The bulbous tip was peeking out from his waistband. Her breasts became heavy and needy and the need to scoot up Beckett’s legs and use his cock to release the pressure between her legs was strong.
Beckett’s hand entered her line of vision and it formed a vice grip on himself and started stroking. Greer could feel her heart slamming into her chest, and she had a hard time breathing at the erotic site. Beckett’s hypnotic voice only added to the fire zipping through her at an uncontrolled pace.
“It’s my cock, Greer. Ask for what you want.”
Greer licked her lips and his groan had her looking up. “I’m going to make you pay for all the torture you are putting me through,” he gritted out.
‘Torture?’
“That’s right Greer. Torture. I want your hands on me.”
His growled words made her chest constrict and she attempted to move her hand down, only to have Beckett’s hand tighten over it.
“I want the words first, Greer.”
At this moment Greer thought she would do almost anything to get her hands on him. Her voice came out wispy, “Beckett, I want your briefs down and I want my hands on your cock.”
Before she had finished her wrist was released, Beckett urged her to her knees, and he shoved his briefs down and off. She felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, the raging cock was straining up his abdomen, almost reaching his belly button. Tentatively, she reached out to trace the distinctive purple veins. Her exploration was interrupted when her attention was snagged by the drop of clear liquid forming on the tip of his cock. Her finger slid back up and slid across the top. Beckett shuddered from the simple motion and Greer slowly raised her eyes to look at him and became fascinated all over again.
His hands were gripping the sheets next to him, his jaw was locked tight, and his eyes were wild. She had never seen an out of control Beckett and it was all from a simple touch. Her core constricted and keeping her eyes on him she raised her finger.
Immediately, his laser focus left her eyes and locked in on her finger. The closer it got to her mouth, the stiller he became. It was like the anticipation of the Super Bowl kickoff all in the power of her finger.
Sucking it like a lollipop, the salty, creamy mixture hit her tongue. As soon as she swallowed Beckett’s eyes closed and he attempted several deep breaths. The power in unraveling Beckett was intoxicating.
She wanted more. Greer started maneuvering down Beckett’s outstretched legs. Beckett’s eyes and hands pinned her to the spot before she could do anything else.
“What are you doing, Greer?” his voice was so thick she could barely hear him and a longing she had never had swept over her. “I want more.”
His eyes lit up, but a glint of reason came through as he studied her.
She attempted to pull her wrist out from under his hand. There was no give.
“Let me,” she whispered, earnestly, and she let him see her own desperation. In tiny increments, she felt his fingers loosen.
This time when she pulled her wrist was released. Greer slid a few more inches down his legs and looked down. Right before her eyes Beckett’s cock contracted and expanded. With her new position, Greer could easily grasp it. Her hand wrapped around the softly textured organ and Beckett’s hiss made her raise her head. Her delighted eyes found Beckett’s as her hand started moving up and down.
Her whole body was primed and she eagerly watched Beckett’s hands as they raised. She wanted them on her. One of his hands clasped her hip and his long fingers were almost to her aching core.
Beckett’s other hand wrapped around hers and encouraged hers to hold his cock tighter. Together they stroked up and down. This time when the pre-cum was on the tip Beckett guided their hands up and over, coating his length. Immediately she understood, now her hand glided in a smoother rhythm.
Their heavy breathing were the only sounds heard in the dead of the night. For the first time in her life, she understood the addiction of lust. A couple of boys had kissed her and wanted more, but she had not been interested. She had never understood the high school phenomena of sleeping around. Now she got it, but she also understood she would have a hard time finding this elusive connection and desire with anyone else.
Beckett’s hand left hers and Greer eagerly continued her strokes, but her body was hypersensitive and she tracked his hands with eager anticipation. For a minute, both hands were on her hips and then she held her breath when she felt them gliding up and under her shirt.
With her eyes closed, Greer let all of the new sensations wash over her. She concentrated on the slippery, smooth, cock under her hand and the way her breasts seem to be coming to life the closer Beckett got. He paused short of their fullness and she stilled, willing him to continue, “Greer, open your eyes.”
With no hesitation, they slid open. Holding her gaze, Beckett cupped the bottom of her breasts and swiped his thumbs around their fullness. She begged him with her eyes for more and when he didn’t give in to her, she slowly pushed forward into him. When his thumb final
ly brushed her nipple, the moan escaping her lips was completely involuntary.
When Beckett’s finger and thumb came together and pinched her greedy nipple Greer felt the shock all the way to her core and she immediately came to her knees and scooted forward. She reluctantly released her grip on Beckett’s cock, planted hands on Beckett’s shoulders, and started lowering herself.
Beckett pulled the bottom of her shirt up and Greer raised her hands, eager to have skin-to-skin contact. She rubbed herself like a cat on Beckett’s chest and all the points of contact converged in her core urging her to get back on her knees to give herself the ultimate pleasure.
Both of Beckett’s hands were back on her hips, steadying her frantic movements. She shuddered and moaned when her core made contact with his cock.
At first, she stilled all movement just enjoying his fullness and how it filled the ‘V’ between her legs, but Beckett’s hands were urging her to move, so she did. Her eyes closed and she continued grinding and circling anyway she could to meet the demands of her body. When she leaned back Beckett used the space between them to lower his head and pull her nipple between his teeth.
Little sounds were escaping her as she listened to the demands of her body. Beckett was more vocal and the huskiness and longing only added to her desperation for completion.
“That’s it, Greer. Take what you need.”
“Fuck, that’s it.”
“Come on, Greer, get there, I can’t do this much longer.”
With the last desperate command, Beckett reached between them, past the elastic of her panties, and began rubbing her clit. She came apart.
Greer was lost in the explosion of pleasure flooding her body. She was vaguely aware of Beckett covering her mouth. Her entire focus was on prolonging this cascade of power flowing through her.
When her orgasm slowed to pulses, she became aware of Beckett’s hand leaving her mouth and gripping her hips. Greer slid her eyes open and watched Beckett’s face. He was leaning back against her headboard his face a picture of fierce concentration. His hips were raising and grinding against her.
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