Loving Kate Beckett (The Loving Series Book 2)

by CC Monroe

  “You feel so damn good. You take my cock like you were made for me.” I can’t give him words or my eyes, so I slide my hand down his forearm and wrap my fingers between his. “Goddammit, I love you so fucking much, Kate Beckett.”

  I wish I could repeat the words, but I can’t. All I can do is show him with the grip of my hand in his and the movements of my tongue bringing him pleasure.

  “Take over. Suck me the way I like.”

  I do just that, swirling my tongue, wrapping my lips tight around him as he begins to thrust in and out slowly. With his free hand, he takes my neck and holds me in place so he can thrust in with steady motions. The sensation is intoxicating, swallowing me up. His body is invading my mouth, but his love and connection are invading my soul.

  “Fuck, I can’t come, not yet.” Just as I’m starting to get into rhythm with him, he pulls out, and I gasp for air on a hallow cry.

  My chest heaves up and down rapidly, my core practically pulsing with the need to come, and I can’t help myself. I grip one breast and put my other hand between my legs to play with my clit.

  “Beautiful. Please yourself. Keep going.” He rounds the bed to my feet and climbs up over me, hovering above me on his outstretched arms. When I go to stop, he warns me, “No, I want you to play with your juicy clit while I enter you. Don’t stop until I’m fully inside you.”

  “What’s happening? You’re driving me mad. I can’t take— Oh! I can’t take much more. I’m going to come.”

  “Good, come then. Come as much as you want. The wetter this pretty pussy gets for me, the more lube I’ll have to take your ass next.”

  I gulp, and he slams inside me, my finger still pressed down tight on my clit, and I scream out. Not just a normal scream, a tortured yell, a pleasured howl. I come hard, pulsing violently around his thick cock. A bolt of electricity sparks at the top of my head and down to the tips of my toes where they curl.

  “Keep coming. You have another one; I know it.”

  I don’t disagree. Nick could make me reach my peak multiple times in this moment. He kisses me, then our noses smashing against one another, our tongues dancing with erotic rhythm, and my moans mix with his groans as he pounds into me with so much force the headboard bangs the wall louder and louder each time.

  “I can’t believe this is mine now. You’re mine. I’m never going to stop loving you like this. I’m never going to let you go. You understand that?”

  I nod rapidly.

  “No, say it, Kate. Out loud, tell me I’m the only man who you think about. Tell me I haunt you.”

  “Oh fuck. Nick! You own me, in every way. I love you! Shit.” I explode then. My head falls back over the side of the bed as I let out porn-star-like moans, the kind that seems fake, but these aren't. The only thing I can do is scream and moan his name. “Nick! Baby. Fuck me harder!”

  “Yes, baby, take it. Take this fat cock in your tight pussy.”

  Oh God, that dirty talk. It’s filthy and still endearing. How? I don’t know, but it makes the orgasm that much more intense, lasting for long, drawn-out seconds.

  “Beautiful,” he groans as we come down, slowly drawing out of me, and I’m spent. “Don’t settle yet, kitten.”

  “What?” I ask, exasperated.

  Pulling me onto his chest as he rolls over, he laughs. “You and I have a few more hours left of tonight before we have to get back to reality. I’m taking this time to get lost.”

  He’s right. Why have the night end when we still have the time to go at one another like this?

  Kissing and sucking on his neck, I smile against the lightly damp skin. “You haven’t come yet, and I really want you to. I love the way it feels when you come inside me.”

  “Naughty girl.” He slaps my ass lightly, and I giggle.

  “What else do you have planned? You said you want to take me there.”

  He knows what I mean.

  “That’s right. Once you catch your breath, I’m going to own every damn part of this body.”

  I gulp. That’s something I’ve never done, and the thought alone excites yet frightens me.

  “Be gentle with me.” My fear outshines the excitement.

  Straining his neck, he looks down at me. “You’ve never been touched there?”

  “No. No man has ever wanted me like you do. Or been as insatiable as you.”

  He growls, flips us over again, making sure to be careful of the baby. “Their loss, my gain.” Nipping at my lips, his kisses start there and move up to my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, and anywhere his lips can go from our position. “You scared of me touching you like that?” Cupping my face, his eyes bore into mine.

  “No. I just don’t want it to hurt.”

  “You know I’ll take care of you. I would never let my touch hurt you unless you wanted it too.”

  “No. I’ve only ever had hurtful touches. Don’t ruin our bond. Don’t break what we share.” My words are vulnerable. I’m cut open and bleeding.

  “Never. I respect and love you too much. I’m erasing every other man’s touch.”

  I smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Before we do that, can I have you one more time, face-to-face? I’m weak for you.”

  “What do you mean, kitten?” He looks worried. Moving to stand up, he looks me over.

  “I’ll explain when I have you. Please, sit on the bed.”

  Hesitating for just a moment, he finally concedes. I maneuver myself and straddle him. He sits on the edge of the bed with his feet planted, giving us perfect stability.

  He’s still hard, but not as much as he was moments ago. Reaching between us, I rectify that, slowly stroking his cock back to full-mast. He groans, throwing his head back.

  “Help me?” My voice is low and soft.

  “Yes, sweet baby.” Lifting my hips effortlessly, he slowly slides me down his cock. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I run my fingers up the nape of his neck and up into his hair. He keeps his hands on my hips as I start rocking, rising, falling, then circling.

  “You’re so warm,” he breathes. “Tell me what you meant when you said you’re weak.” He gets that sentence out, but it was a struggle for him to do so in the middle of his pleasure.

  I cup his face, bringing us to the moment completely. “For the first time in my life, I’m weak for a man in all the right ways.”

  Nick’s brows furrow, his lips pulling into a genuine smile. “That’s not weak, Kate. That’s love. That vulnerable, all-encompassing love.”

  My rhythm doesn’t falter; it only stays steady.

  “You saved me, Nick. You’re my salvation. Shit!” I cry this time, not attempting to hold it back. I sob loudly, my chest heaving as I drop my forehead to his and let myself succumb to a safe love. A protected, untouchable love that has no darkness.

  “You’re my soul, Kate.” No more words need to be shared; that was more than enough. In fact, if that is the last thing we could ever say to one another, it would have been enough to keep me breathing the rest of my life.

  I finally found what I wanted and needed all along. Eric will always have my past, and it was a broken one at that, but he gave me our future child, and that is one thing that makes the entire toxic relationship worth it. Nick, our baby, and soon Josie, we will be a family, and nothing can ever muddy the water that got us there. No matter how bad it was, it still brought me to here.

  Nick helps me come again, massaging my upper inner thighs, and with that last one, I know I'm ready to give him that final part of me that he will claim as his. Each movement is slow when he positions us. Easy and effortless, romantic and controlled.

  “You will need to bare down, baby, and let me move. Don’t try to push back on me. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Okay?” On all fours, I flip my hair to one side and look over my shoulder.

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.” Hearing him take some lubricant out of the drawer right next to the bed, I hear the squirting sound of the bottle, and my insides run crazy
. I grow more nervous by the second.

  “My finger will be first, so don’t worry. Nice and easy.”

  Closing my eyes, I anticipate the intrusion, and against what I was told, I jolt forward when his thumb circles my anus.

  “You can’t react too fast, kitten. You trust me?”

  Nodding rapidly, I relax my body again and release a deep breath. He signals he will be doing it again after a pause. When his lubricated thumb circles my entrance, I feel another sensation. Using his other hand, his pointer and middle finger circle my clit, helping me to focus on another area of pleasure.

  “Yes, just like that, baby,” he praises as his thumb slowly glides in. I feel full, and that’s just his thumb. Suddenly, I realize I’m in for a wild time. How will I adjust to his large cock if his thumb makes me feel this way?

  Massaging both my clit and the inner walls of my ass, he praises me, telling me I’m such a good girl, I’m beautiful, and he loves me. This may be the most raw and vulnerable I’ve been during sex.

  Scratch that—it is. The sensation in my clit is getting stronger, and I cry out. “Can I come?”

  “No, not yet. Let me get inside you.” When he removes his fingers from my clit, I cry out at the loss.

  “No crying now. It’s time for you to really feel it. Suck your juices off my fingers.” As he brings the two fingers he had on my clit to my mouth, I turn my head to take them in my mouth. He growls in appreciation, and I lose his thumb. I gasp around his fingers and listen to him use his other hand to cover his cock in lube. Here we go.

  Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. You got this. You’re safe. Trust him.

  I chant this in my head as his cock nudges my anus. “Bare down, baby. We’re going to do the first inch.” Removing his fingers from my mouth, he waits for my response, once again letting me have control over my body.

  “I’m ready.” With my approval, I bare down, the feeling uncomfortable as he slowly starts to enter me. “Oh God! Ow.” Nick is large, and I’m convinced this is going against what is anatomically correct. How is this going to happen?

  “Keep baring down. The deeper I go, the less it will hurt. I’ll go slow, but you have to keep letting me in.” Biting my lip, I take inch by inch. It takes a few minutes, some adjusting, and more reassurance, but once he’s inside me to the hilt, I start to lose the burn and feel that fullness.

  “Look back at me while I start.”

  I appreciate the way he walks me through it. When I look back, he begins to rock in and out slowly, and I feel every vein, edge, and the thick tip of him. I want it faster, and I try to push back, but he tsks at me, gently slapping then squeezing my ass. I groan, feeling like there is something missing. A sensation I need and need now. He begins to pick up the pace the more comfortable I get. Reaching around me, Nick’s solid, damp chest sculpts to my back, his hand going between my legs. He stays seated, giving small but powerful thrusts.

  “You ready to feel really fucking good, kitten? I need to come, and I can’t do that without you.” Biting my earlobe, he growls this in my ear.

  “Yes, God, yes.” Reaching between us, he takes those same fingers that massaged my clit and taps the tight bud, traveling down then slamming up into my pussy. Curling them, he hits my G-spot and pushes with force, and I explode around his fingers, feeling full in both my ass and sex.

  “Oh God! Nick! Nick! Don’t stop! Oh!”

  “Fuck, you sound hot when you’re getting fucked.” Slapping my thigh then gripping it, he groans my name in my ear as hot jets of his cum fill me. Both of us moan, falling into our orgasms. Turning my head, we kiss lazily and in a sloppy manner, our orgasms too intense to do much better than that.

  And just like he said, he owns every part of me, from body, to heart, and to soul.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Nick

  Waking up before Kate, I head to the kitchen in my sweats and start myself some coffee and eggs. Today, we have the home study, and I need to run to get a few things for Josie’s bedroom. Which only reminds me that once the baby comes, we will have outgrown this apartment, and it’s time we look into the next step.

  A home. For us and our family.

  How in the hell am I even saying that? I am starting a family with Kate. Just mere months ago, this was a dream; now, it’s a reality. Someone, wake me up. Actually, don’t, because this can’t end. I don’t ever want it to.

  “Morning.”

  Turning around, I find Kate with her hair in a wild mess, in just my tee and her flushed cheeks. That’s my woman. Recently fucked and bashful about it. Damn, that’s fucking hot.

  “Good morning, kitten. How did you sleep?”

  Walking into my waiting open arms, she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my chest. “Really good, but I’m a little… ya know.” She blushes again.

  Is it her mission to get me riled up over her innocent shyness?

  “Sore. It will be that way for a little while, but it will stop soon. You want me to distract you?”

  “How would you do that?” She giggles, scratching her nails against the muscles of my lower back.

  “We have a few hours, and I wouldn’t mind if you rode my face on the couch.”

  “Oh my hell! You are something else. No, we have a big day, fiend, and we need to get a move on.”

  “Suit yourself. However, feel free to retract that at any time today.”

  Unfolding herself from me, she steps back with a roll of her eyes and goes to the fridge to grab orange juice. Preparing our plates for breakfast, we sit down and go over the list we have for the prep week before we go get Josie, and I swear it’s as if we have to build Rome in a week.

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  That week flew by. From the home study, to extensive background checks, and submitting all the reference letters, and preparing Josie’s room, I don’t know how we even made time to eat or sleep. But as of thirty minutes ago, our social worker and lawyer let us know that everything is clear, and we are good to go forth with legal guardianship of Josie. Come Tuesday, just two days from now, we will have her here.

  Before I can get too into my own thoughts about what that means for us or how I’m feeling, there is a knock at the door. Kate comes bounding down the hall from the bedroom, hollering, “That’s them! I’ll get it!”

  “Kitten, careful. You know I don’t like you running around like that when you’re pregnant.”

  “Oh hush, caveman. Ah! You’re here! I missed you!” Kate squeals at Sadie, taking her in her arms for a bear hug, and Ben moves around them, looking to me and matching my shaking head.

  “I missed you too! Oh my gosh, I swear it’s only been a week, but I swear you’ve got that pregnancy glow!” Sadie compliments Kate. It's true; over the past week, it’s like a light turned on inside her. And I fucking love it. Can’t get enough of her being pregnant.

  “I know. And we find out in a few weeks it’s a boy or girl tomorrow. Low-key kind of freaking out.”

  “I bet. I still think it’s a girl,” Sadie reminds her. Ben and I laugh, ready to hear the same conversation we’ve heard on the phone each night between the two.

  “Anyway, brother. How’s it going on tour?”

  The girls get back to talking on the couch, and Ben joins me in the kitchen. I cooked one of Kate’s favorite Italian dishes tonight, and I’m just putting on the finishing touches.

  “Good, sucks I only get two days off, but Matt’s doing just fine. He’s been really awesome.”

  “Good, I miss being out on the road,” I admit.

  “I know. We miss you, but we understand. You need to be here to help get Josie settled. We’re good. Focus on you and your family.”

  Family. There’s that word again.

  “Hey, baby, is dinner ready? Little bean is getting hangry.” Kate joins us, coming to my side and wrapping her arm around my waist.

  “Yes, it is. Let’s go eat. I grab the main dish, Kate grabs the salad, and Ben takes the garlic bread bowl just next to
him.

  “I miss home-cooked meals.” Ben rubs his hands together, going to dig into the bread.

  “Ben Cooper. Grace?” Sadie chuckles, stopping his eager self from devouring the food. We entertain her and let her say Grace. The second she finishes, Ben dives in as if he hasn’t eaten days.

  “Slow down, bud. You might choke. The food will still be here.” I jostle him.

  “Dude, burgers and fast food every night gets really old.” That is one thing I don’t miss about being on the road.

  “He has a point. I’m getting a food baby,” Sadie remarks, pointing to her stomach.

  “No, you aren’t, woman. Your body is still fucking hot.” Ben gives her that look, and Kate intervenes before they climb across this table and have at one another.

  “Anyway. I’m so happy to see you guys. How’s the tour going?” Kate asks, taking a bite of the lasagna.

  “It’s going good. We only have four weeks until we head overseas,” Ben says around a mouth of food.

  “That will be fun. Nick should be ready to come back by then, yeah?”

  Looking to Kate, I shake my head. “No, I’m staying here as long as I need.” The thought of leaving her actually constricts my heart in my chest.

  “Baby, Sadie will be home, and Josie will have been with us for a bit. I can handle it. I have support.”

  “Yeah, we don’t like to take Melody that long on the road, so I will be here to help with any adjusting she needs. Josie is Melody’s age, so I think we got it.” Sadie winks at Nick, reaching across the table and squeezing his hand reassuringly.

  “We can talk about that later, kitten.” We eye each other, ending the stare-off with her waving me off. Doing my best not to growl or call her on it, I let it roll off my shoulders… for now.

  “So this is a big week. Tuesday, you go get Josie. Wow, I’m just still in shock that this is your life right now. How are you feeling? Both of you.” Sadie grabs Kate’s hand, her voice low and soft.

  “Not sure really how to feel. I’m anxious, overwhelmed, oddly calm. If it were just me, I would probably be stuck in panic mode, but I have Nick—and I feel secure in that.”