The Beckett Boys- The Complete Series Box Set

by Olivia Chase

  “You can have me as much as you want,” I say, moaning as he slides the tip of his cock against my slit from behind. I arch up and into him, swaying my hips, trying to convince him to fill me right away.

  But Jamison is teasing me. He slips the swollen head of his dick into my folds, rubbing it against my clit and stimulating me as my legs shudder.

  His hands are on my hips now, controlling me from behind as he does what he wants with me. He’s so strong, so in control, and dirty. But I have every confidence that he would never do anything I didn’t like or want.

  This comfort makes the sex even hotter, somehow. I can fully relax and be myself, knowing he wants me for who I am.

  Wants me totally and completely.

  And I feel the same way about him.

  Suddenly, he’s opening me as he slips his thick cock inside my sopping wet pussy, and now he’s filling me just the way I wanted. I cry out, and then his mouth is covering mine as I moan into him.

  He kisses me as he fucks me slowly and deeply.

  His body collapses onto mine, pressing heavily down as he drills into me from behind, his hips rocking against my ass. His long, thick cock is sliding deeply into my wet hole, and my walls are clinging to him tightly.

  “Fuck, Red, you’re so goddamn tight, you make me want to come.”

  “I’m going to come soon too,” I tell him, as he slides in and out of me again and again.

  And already the orgasm is building again, and it feels stronger than ever, like an earthquake about to shake me off my axis.

  “Oh my God, oh…oh God, I’m…I’m coming again,” I cry out hoarsely, my voice shaking with emotion and intensity from the pure ecstasy that’s overwhelming my entire body.

  “Shit,” Jamison groans, and I feel him spurting as his huge cock throbs and pulses, my walls grabbing and squeezing him.

  He stays in me, whispering his love in my ear and all I can do is smile.

  Especially because I know we’ll be doing a lot more of this in the hours to come, and I can’t wait.

  Jamison

  “What do you think about this set of dishes?” Claire asks, holding up an overly floral pattern in a heinous shade of yellow. She’s trying to keep her face straight, but I can see the light dancing in her eyes. So Red wants to tease me, huh?

  I stalk over to her and pretend to study the dishes seriously. “Perfect. Let’s get them.” I take the box and put it in our shopping cart.

  She squeals and yanks them out. “No, you ass. I was just kidding! These are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen.” She reaches over and slugs me in the arm, and I fake like it hurt, rubbing the spot.

  Red rolls her eyes. “Come on, don’t be a wimp. I see the guys at work punching you harder than that.”

  “Violence gets us nowhere,” I intone in a pious manner.

  That earns me another eye roll and a genuine slug this time. “And mocking me gets you a night alone,” she teases.

  We walk down the aisle to check out other dishware. Claire’s lease is up next month, so last week, we talked about it and decided she’s going to move in with me. I’m so fucking ready for it I can’t stand it. We spend every night together anyway. And we’re ready for this next step.

  I’m ready to be official.

  Today, we’re shopping for new dishware. Because apparently, if you’re having people over, they want to eat on matching shit. My cobbled-together eclectic plates and bowls won’t cut it to impress her sisters, whom I’m going to meet for the first time.

  The last three months we’ve spent together have been almost perfect. My job is going well, and I’ve been taken on full-time with the construction firm. Randall is talking about giving me more responsibility. The man genuinely trusts me.

  Claire and I have even gone to a couple of parties held by my coworkers. Granted, she does most of the talking, since she’s better at socializing than I am. But I’m learning. Getting over being suspicious and cynical. With her, I’ve found a reason to believe in life.

  We both stop when we see a dark green set. The plates and bowls are square, as are the mugs. They’re simple but still nice.

  She looks at me. I look at her.

  “I like this one,” she says shyly. Her eyes are full of hesitation when she looks at me. “But you don’t have to do this. Your stuff is just fine. They’re not going to judge you based on what kind of plates they eat off of.”

  I stroke her luscious hair. I can’t get enough of her curls. “I want to impress them. And if you’re coming to live with me, I want to give you the best of everything. And that includes plates. So we’re getting the damn plates, Red. No more arguments.” I kiss her brow and smack her ass.

  She squeals and jumps. “Fine, fine! So touchy…”

  We find silverware and pick out another simple but good pattern, and then we ring out and head to my place. All week, I’ve been cleaning up after work, vacuuming, dusting. I even bought fucking throw pillows for my couch. A new one, thank you very much, that’s low and comfy but modern.

  Apparently I have a style. Who the fuck knew.

  Claire and I prepare dinner side by side, working in tandem and laughing as we work. We decided to go for simple—pasta and meatballs with a big hunk of French bread and a side salad. She swore her sisters would like it. I still can’t help but wonder if I should have just ordered delivery.

  “Stop second-guessing everything. It’ll mean more if we make the meal, I promise,” she says, obviously reading my mind. She’s getting good at that lately. She bumps my hip and smiles at me. “They’re going to love you.”

  I hate admitting that I’m nervous. But I’ve been on edge all day. At work, Len asked me how big the stick in my ass was.

  I’m not used to giving a shit what anyone else thinks—but I prefer how I feel now, even if it is weird. In the past, I never had anyone around me whose opinions were worth caring about.

  Butch was just busting my chops about my rep, and my brothers just cared about the next fight and the next fuck. I could never take any of them seriously.

  But Claire is way different—it means a lot to me that she’s happy and safe and believes in who I am now. And if my rep in the old neighborhood suffers—fuck it. Good riddance.

  The sauce is cooking nicely. The meatballs are sizzling in the oven. The pasta is finished, and the salad is tossed. Of course, the entire time I tossed it, I made lewd comments about salad-tossing to Claire, who threw the cucumber at me.

  The doorbell rings. She wipes her hands on her jean-clad thighs. “I’ll get it!” When the door opens, there’s a whole fuckload of squealing as the girls hug each other and talk a mile a minute.

  Claire leads her sisters into the kitchen. I stand there casually, watching as both their gazes turn shrewd, examining. Fuck. They aren’t going to miss a thing.

  “This is Geneva,” she says, pointing to a redhead who’s slightly taller than Claire. “And this is Sasha.” The other one is shorter with a bit rounder face. But they’re all three stunning redheads.

  I stick out my hands to them. “Pleased to meet you both. Thanks for coming.”

  “We wouldn’t have missed it.” Geneva shakes my hand heartily, then pauses, and an awkward expression flicks across her face. “Um, sorry our parents aren’t here. I…” She casts a glance at Claire.

  “It’s okay,” Red says gently. “He knows.”

  Claire’s parents were both invited here to meet me—she was on the fence about it, but her sisters convinced her to give it a shot. They both refused. Truthfully, they sound like total assholes, but every family has their issues.

  I should know. Mine isn’t talking to me.

  The day I moved out, all of my brothers were missing from the house. Not one of them told me goodbye. And not one of them have contact me since I left. I guess I know where that leaves me.

  I shouldn’t be hurt by it. I expected it. But I gave them so many years, and because I decided to do something better for myself, they turned their back
s on me. Guess I wasn’t important to them unless I was helping them earn money and hold down the Beckett name around town.

  “Can I get you guys wine?” I ask. “Claire said you both love Chianti, so I got a couple of bottles to go with the pasta.”

  All three sisters move through my kitchen, finding the wine glasses that Claire found on clearance yesterday. She opens the bottle and pours. I move over to the radio and flick on some music for the background. Then I get dinner loaded onto plates and served on the table.

  Claire shoots me an appreciative look, and the sisters sit down, all three surrounding me.

  “So. You’re in construction, right?” Geneva asks, sipping her wine.

  I nod. “Been there a few months now.”

  She twines a fork into the pasta and takes a bite. “Okay, this is really good.” Her smile is genuine.

  “Jamison made the sauce,” Claire interjects, with a proud smile. She reaches over and squeezes my hand. Her gentle support of me makes me feel warm and loved. God, I’m so glad that everything worked out the way it did, even if it ended up causing issues with my family. She’s worth all of it and more.

  I shrug and turn my attention back to Geneva. “Admittedly, I can’t cook a lot. But I did learn how to make a good sauce for cheap. With as many brothers as I had, we did a lot of bulk meals.”

  “Claire told us you used to do a lot of illegal stuff,” Sasha says, then cuts a meatball in half and chews on it. “Oh, these are definitely my sister’s recipe. She knows just how we like them.”

  Claire shoots her sister a glare, but I say, “No, it’s fine. I can’t take back the things I did. But your sister dumping me was the wakeup call I needed. I had to make a choice.” I look over at the woman who stole my heart, who inspires me to be the best version of myself I can be. “I chose her, and I’d choose her again every fucking time.”

  The sisters sighing draws my attention away from Claire. Both of their faces have this gooey look.

  “That’s the sweetest fucking damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Sasha says. She claps her hands to her heart.

  I laugh. “You curse like I do. I like your style.”

  Geneva bites her lower lip. “You know,” she said eventually, “I had my doubts about you. But seeing the way you look at my sister…” Her eyes mist, and she blinks them away, laughing and wiping at the tears. “It’s beautiful. It makes me believe in the power of love, as clichéd as that is.”

  Her family knows the truth about me. They know, and they accept me, as I am. I might not have my own siblings, but I have other people in my life now. My coworkers. Claire. Her sisters.

  Family isn’t just blood. It’s the people who commit to you and believe in you.

  We finish our meal, chatting about this and that. Her sisters are witty, just like her, and I love seeing this new side to her, how she interacts with them. The way they tease each other is fun, but it’s clear there’s a lot of affection.

  When the meal is over, we linger for a good couple of hours talking. I’m surprised at how much they draw me out, make me want to get them to laugh. But eventually, they leave, giving me a big hug on their way out and whispering stuff in Claire’s ear. She blushes and rolls her eyes, but kisses their cheeks.

  We close the door behind them.

  I take her hand and lead her to the couch. “We’ll do the dishes later. For now, we sit. Entertaining is hard. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had a person over to my house just to visit and eat. In our neighborhood, that shit didn’t happen—especially not with us. People were afraid of the Becketts.”

  Still are, I think, but don’t say.

  I rub her shoulders with one hand and we stretch out.

  “They like you,” she says with her eyes closed. There’s a small smile on her face.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. They’re honest to a fault and very protective of me. We all are of each other. They think you’re a good guy.”

  I laugh. “Red, I’ve never heard anyone say that about me in my entire life.”

  She grins. “Well, it’s true. Look at you. Are you happy?”

  I nod. “Of course.”

  “Maybe you’re a good guy, Jamison. It’s time you accept that about yourself.” She says this so sweetly, so surely. As if she is 100% sure. As if she never doubted it.

  I’m touched. I reach over and take her hand. Press a kiss to her palm. “Is it any wonder I’m crazy in love with you?”

  She bites her lip and looks at me with emotion flooding her eyes. “I’m in love with you, too. And, um, I made a decision about something.”

  “Yeah? What?”

  “When I finally finish the bar in a couple of months, assuming I pass it…I’m staying here in Rock Bridge. I’m going to take the position George offered me.”

  It wasn’t until a couple of weeks into our renewed relationship that Red finally confessed what happened with her exam, how she missed it because of the incident with the fight. I felt so shitty for days afterward that she had to put her foot down and tell me to stop blaming myself.

  I made her swear that if she wanted to move to New York City still, she’d do it. I love her too much to hold her back. I’d come with her, find work there somewhere. We’d figure it out.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask her. “You had your heart set on moving to the city.”

  “My heart was set on fleeing Rock Bridge.” Her words are honest, and she speaks slowly. “But I’ve come to realize that I have a home here. My friends are here. My sisters. I have a steady job with good potential and the ability to start finding clients in my own way once I’m promoted.”

  I give her a look. “No more ambulance chasing.”

  “No more ambulance chasing,” she confirms.

  “And you’ll stay and be all mine,” I whisper, reaching down and touching her stomach, caressing it through her thin shirt. She shudders and closes her eyes.

  “All yours,” she agrees.

  “No one else can make you feel the way I do. No one will ever worship your body like I will. You and I were meant to be, and I will spend every day I can showing you how beautiful you are.”

  Her lips part, and when she looks at me, her eyes are glowing with a sexual haze. “You make me crave so many dirty things.”

  “Oh, is that right? Like what?” This sounds interesting. I lean forward and slide my tongue along her throat. I can never get enough of her. My dick is already pounding to push inside her.

  Her hand reaches between my legs and she cups my hardness. Her mouth forms a delicate O. “For starters, I want to feel this in my ass,” she admits on a soft exhale.

  Fuck. I can so make that happen.

  Before I can say anything, she continues. “And…I want it inside my pussy. With nothing between us.” She swallows and glances away. “I know we haven’t talked about that, but I’m on the pill, and I’ve never had unprotected sex before. In fact…well, you know.”

  We talked about our sexual pasts, and both of us have been tested since we started seeing each other exclusively. She confessed she’d only had sex a couple of times. It just makes me want to treasure her more.

  “Red, I want that too, if you’re sure.” My voice is ragged as fuck, because right now I want to push my dick inside her and feel how tight and wet she is with no condom on. God. I’ve never had sex that way, either. Been too scared about making someone pregnant.

  But the thought of Claire ripe with my baby…my dick is so hard it physically hurts. I’d cherish her. Take care of her.

  I’m fucking ready to commit to her, and I don’t care how insane that sounds. I love this woman with everything in me.

  I reach down and unfasten her jeans, then rip them off. She moves with me, tossing off her panties, shirt, and bra. Then she’s naked on the couch, staring at me with her gorgeous red hair spilling all over the pillow.

  I strip too. Lay down on top of her. My heart is racing. Our eyes are locked, and I see the heat
and love in her eyes. She strips me bare, right down to my very soul. Sees deep inside me. The man I was, the man I am, the man I want to be. And here she is, trusting me, giving me a shot to prove myself to her.

  That I’m a man who’s worthy of her.

  I spread her thighs apart. Push in painfully slow. I want to let myself relish it. When the tip of my dick breaches her, I give a low, slow groan. Her own breathing matches mine.

  I pull back until I’m almost out. Fuck, she’s soaked. Her pussy is aching for me, turned on by the thought of me riding her bareback.

  “I love you,” I tell her, then thrust back in. My God, it’s better than I could ever have imagined. Feeling her inner walls hug me…the slickness of her come on my cock…she drives me wild.

  “I love you too.” Her words are little more than a breath. But I feel the emotion in them. She really loves me.

  I begin to fuck her in earnest. She wraps her thighs around me, digs her heels into my ass. Arches that pelvis up so she can take me deeper. Oh, fuck yes. I bend down to take her tit into my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on her skin later. She gasps, her body convulsing, but the way she’s digging her nails into me tells me she loves it.

  “I need to feel you come on my cock, Red. I want my dick slick with your juices.” I slam into her, my breathing hard, watching her lovely pale skin flush from our fucking.

  She meets me thrust for thrust. Claire is a tigress, hungry for me. Her eagerness spurs me on, and I jackhammer her cunt, savor the way her skin heats beneath me. I lick her other nipple, bite across the delicate flesh, drop one hand between us and finger her soaked clit.

  It grows hard beneath my digit.

  She pushes her head back in the pillow, breasts thrust in the air. “God, yes, please, Jamison. Don’t stop. You feel so good inside me. So unbelievably…God, so good.”

  I drill her hard, relentless, until I see the telltale signs of her orgasm looming. I double my efforts on her clit, pounding, and when she gasps and stiffens and then cries out, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.