The Beckett Boys- The Complete Series Box Set

by Olivia Chase

  Fuck yes. Fuck. I love making my baby come for me. I don’t stop fucking her as she comes and comes, her cunt gushing around my dick, her walls squeezing me, her nails digging into my back so hard I’m going to have scratch marks on my back.

  I fucking don’t care. I want them.

  She finally slumps, gives a soft exhale, and I slow my pace down to leisurely strokes inside her. “Oh wow.” She wipes her brow, beaded with sweat. “That was… Wow.” Through hooded eyes, she looks up at me, all innocence. “Will you…would you come inside me?”

  Just the way she asks me pushes me right to the edge. My dick is already harder than a hammer. “You sure you want that?”

  She nods and kisses me, her mouth relaxed against mine from the aftermath of her orgasm. Like every muscle in her body has been fucked into compliance. “Yes, please,” she murmurs.

  I grip the back of her neck, and she sucks in a sharp breath, coming to life again. Her nipples bead instantly. “You want me to come inside this soaking-wet cunt, Red?”

  “God, yes,” she whimpers. “Please.”

  I resume fucking her hard, closing my eyes, squeezing her neck, listening to her breathy pleas. My cock pulses as I think about releasing my load inside her. Fuck me. My entire body is vibrating. I’m already so close.

  “Spray it in me, Daddy,” she whispers in my ear, and something about the naughty request pushes me right there. My balls tighten, my spine stiffens, and I cry out loud as I spill my seed into her. Fuck. Fuck. She caresses the back of my neck, her fingers delicate and inviting. My cock pours for several seconds, and pleasure pulses through my entire body.

  Unfuckingbelievably sexy.

  She takes every last bit of it, takes all of my come into her hot wet pussy, and it feels so incredible, I keep fucking her even after I’m done coming.

  When I feel like I’ve drained my entire body of fluid, I gasp in a much-needed breath and slide out of her. She scoots over, and I curl up on the outer edge of the couch, pressing a kiss to her brow.

  I’m so overwhelmed with everything I’m feeling right now—the intensity of the sex, the dirtiness and goodness of it all…and mostly, the love for her.

  This is what I have to look forward to when she moves in with me? Plus she wants to stay here in town…because of me?

  I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest fucking bastard in the universe.

  Claire

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask Jamison, trying to calm my rampant heartbeat. I wrap my hand in his and stare up into his eyes. “There’s still time to back out,” I tease.

  He looks down at me, his hand tightening on mine. “Are you trying to back out, Red? Because if you do, I may never recover.” His tone has a lilt of lightness to it, but I see more in his eyes. He’s actually concerned I don’t want to do this.

  I reach up and smooth the line from his brow. “Baby, no, I don’t want to back out. I love you. Though…I am nervous.” I give a shaky smile.

  “We’re going to be great.” He kisses one of my eyelids, then the other. “If you don’t know how much I love you, I don’t know how to get it across to you. There’s nothing to be nervous about. We’re going to be so fucking happy, you’ll puke.”

  “Well in that case, sign me up.” That makes me laugh and eases some of the tension from my chest.

  The double doors open, and the man in the black shirt and plaid pants comes over to us. “Okay, we’re ready for you two now.”

  I swallow and clench Jamison’s hand in mine. Look over at him, the man about to become my husband. This past weekend, Jamison and I woke up in his bed—no, wait, our bed…I’m still growing used to saying that. And he reached over, stroked a lock of hair out of my face, then said, “Marry me.”

  Of course, I said yes. It’s crazy and I don’t even care, because I’m so in love with him I can’t see straight. But the thing is? I trust him. Over the last few months, he’s proven himself to me. He’s been steadfast. Right by my side. He hasn’t gone back to any of his old life patterns. He left it all behind, and he meant it.

  When he said he didn’t want to wait to marry me, I suggested we go elope. Rebecca and my sisters are probably gonna be shocked, but they’ll understand. We’ll have a belated bachelorette party or something. Surely that will assuage their hurt feelings.

  This is something he and I need to do alone, though.

  We walk down the aisle together. The chapel is actually rather sweet, with simple decorations and fresh flowers. In my other hand, I’m holding a lily bouquet. My favorite flower. And I’m wearing that white dress that Rebecca convinced me to buy. I have a couple of lilies entwined in my hair in loose braids. For once, I don’t hate my hair. It’s pretty, almost medieval-looking.

  “Did I tell you how stunning you are?” Jamison says to me.

  “You’re the stunning one.” He has on a suit that looks tailored to him. Black, with a pristine white dress shirt and a deep red tie. God, he’s so ridiculously hot. For the thousandth time, I wonder why a guy like him would find me attractive.

  Then I remember all the ways he looks at me. How he laughs at my jokes. Loves to reach out and touch my hand.

  How he spoons me when we sleep, and asks me my opinion.

  Jamison loves me. Values me. Respects me.

  “Let’s do this,” he whispers, and we face the front of the altar.

  The officiate marrying us is probably in his eighties, but he has a kind smile. His wife is playing the organ softly in the background. As he talks about the importance of marriage and commitment, I can’t help but wonder how they met. How long they’ve been married. I look at Jamison. I want us to be like that. Old and wrinkled and happy with each other.

  At the appropriate time, Jamison slides a gold wedding band on my finger and says, “I take you as my lawful wife.”

  I take the band from his hand and slide it on his finger. My throat is tight, and I’m dangerously close to crying. I’m filled with so much emotion as I recite my vows, then say, “I take you as my lawful husband.”

  The officiate says a few more lines about the blessings of marriage. Then he declares us man and wife.

  Wow.

  It’s done.

  Jamison breaks out into possibly the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him. He lifts me by my waist, crushing me against him, and spins me in circles.

  I laugh and cling to his neck so as not to fall.

  When he lets me down, the guy marrying us says, “You may now kiss the bride.”

  Our first kiss as man and wife is so intimate, so deep and sexy, I almost want to strip off my clothes right here. My whole body tightens for him, my pussy aching to be filled.

  I need my husband.

  My husband.

  “Mrs. Beckett,” he growls in a low tone, taking my hand. “We need to get the fuck out of here. I need to take my wife.”

  We linger long enough to sign whatever we need to, and then Jamison drags me out of the chapel, out into the hot Vegas air, down the street, both of us needing to get to a place where we can have some much needed privacy.

  So back to the hotel we go, and quickly up our room.

  We make love for a good solid hour—on the bed, on the floor, on the chair, even with me bent over the dresser.

  By the time we’re done, I’m gasping for breath and sagging on the ground, my bones pure liquid.

  He drops down beside me. His body is glistening with sweat.

  “My God,” I finally manage to say. “You just set the bar high for married sex.”

  He laughs, a throaty chuckle that makes me laugh in response. “Red, if you want sex like that every day, I’ll do my best. But I do have to work sometimes.” He rolls onto his side and strokes my hair away from my face. I hate to even see how wrecked I look right now.

  Eh, who cares? I’m a newlywed. We’re supposed to be crazy-looking, right?

  We lie on the carpet for several minutes in companionable silence, our hands linked, shit-eating grins on our faces.


  “I love you, Mr. Beckett,” I say.

  His eyes open and he stares at me, so deeply that I feel like he can see right through me. “I love you so insanely much, Mrs. Beckett. You’ve changed my life in all the best ways.”

  I bite my lower lip. “Are you…okay with how things are with your brothers?”

  He sighs. “I admit, I don’t like it. When you spend your entire life close to your blood, it’s hard when they can’t accept you for who you are. They probably won’t be happy about our wedding. But ask me how much I care.”

  “I understand.” I stroke his firm jaw, staring into his eyes. “My mom threw a fit when I said we were moving in together.”

  “You never told me.” He frowns.

  “Because it doesn’t matter. Our family will feel how they feel. But the people who love us and support us are the ones who matter. My sisters and Rebecca are a hundred percent behind us. They’re my family. I don’t need anyone else.”

  He cups my jaw, strokes his thumb along my lower lip. “You have no idea how earth-shatteringly beautiful you are. I’m so humbled by you. Wife.”

  I grin. “Husband.” That’s going to take some getting used to. I sit up, so full of happiness that I don’t know how to handle it. “Do you know what I want right now?”

  He flinches. “If you say ice cream…”

  I laugh, reach over and kiss him full on the mouth. “I mean, I always want ice cream. But I think we should go downstairs and do a little gambling. But just to warn you, I don’t know how to play most of the games in the casino.”

  He blinks. “Wait, what? You’ve never played blackjack or hold ‘em or anything?”

  “Nope. Will you teach an innocent young poker virgin how to work the cards?” I bat my eyelashes.

  He gets a wicked grin on his face. “Maybe we should have a bet just between us.”

  “What are the rules?” I arch a brow. We’ve done a lot of exploration in the months we’ve been together, though I’m sure there’s much more I don’t even know about. I have to admit, I love it when he shows me something new, exposes me to sensations I’ve never experienced before.

  He taps his lower lip. “Okay, we’ll each start with a set amount of money. The person who comes back with the most after an hour is the winner.”

  I nod. “That’s fair. What’s at stake?”

  His eyes grow dark, almost evil with the sexual hunger in them. “If I win, I want you up against that huge glass wall, no curtains.”

  I glance over. Our hotel room has floor-to-ceiling walls that peer over the main strip. Shit. And we’re only a few floors up. It would be easy for someone on the street to peer up and see my breasts pressed against the glass… My pussy grows wet at the thought. My hands slammed on the glass as Jamison fucks me from behind, clenching my hair, exposing me to all those strangers below to see… It’s so wicked, definitely pushing the boundaries of my limitations. I want it, but I’m afraid of it at the same time.

  He must see my squirm, because he gives me a knowing look. “Okay, and what do you want if you win?”

  I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. What more could I possibly want from him that I don’t already have?

  And then it hits me. “I want us to go shopping with my sisters.”

  He groans. “That’s just cruel, Red.” Poor Jamison. He tries, but he really hates shopping. It’s fun to drag him to places. But making him deal with three of us Osgood sisters? That’s gonna push his limits for sure.

  I smirk and roll over to see him. “Then I guess you’d better win,” I toss out in a sassy tone.

  “And when I do, I’m going to fucking destroy your pussy until you can’t walk.”

  The way he says it makes me want him to.

  In the end, Smith wins by fifty dollars. It’s a close call. But he drags me upstairs to our room, strips me naked, then proceeds to fuck me so hard against our window that I come twice. I’m almost afraid we’re going to push through the glass, he’s fucking me so hard. He comes, his cock pulsing in me, and when he withdraws, I feel his semen dripping down my thigh. It’s so fucking hot that I stroke my fingers across my drenched pussy.

  When I finally pry my body from the glass, there’s an imprint of my skin against it. We both chuckle, spent. Collapse into bed, with Jamison holding me so tightly, I can feel his chest rhythmically moving against my back.

  I’ve never felt so happy and so safe and good.

  The hum or the air conditioner is soothing to my ears and the room is dark. Outside, I can hear the occasional murmur of voices in the hall and the opening or closing of a door. But that’s all.

  It’s like we’re in our own little bubble, our own beautiful little world together.

  I fall asleep with a huge smile on my face.

  Our long weekend in Vegas was amazing. We pretty much did nothing but eat, gamble (Jamison taught me blackjack and craps enough to get by), and have copious amounts of sex. Way to celebrate our marriage.

  When we get home, we each grab our phones and start calling people to let them know. Both of our lists are short, but important. I’m in the kitchen, calling Geneva, and I can hear him talking to his cousin Smith from the living room.

  My sister is shocked, to be sure. And a little hurt that she wasn’t invited. I try to explain why we felt the need to do this ourselves. The end of our call is a little stiff, and I apologize for hurting her feelings. Sasha is the same, but when we hang up, she’s a lot more accepting.

  I’m nervous about calling my mom and dad. I don’t know if they’ll care. What they’ll say. I don’t even know if I should bother.

  In the end, Jamison and I discuss it. We decide to not call my parents, or his brothers. Given the way they’re treating us, we don’t need to encounter any negativity right now. And if they get pissed for not knowing, well, they shouldn’t have been dicks to us before we got married.

  We cuddle on the couch, and I drop my head on his chest. Sigh and breathe in his scent. My husband. The man who’s going to spend the rest of his life by my side.

  “I love you,” he murmurs, stroking my hair and kissing my brow. “I’m always here for you.”

  “I’m here for you, too,” I say, closing my eyes and letting myself absorb his strength. I’m not alone. I have him now. Together, he and I can do anything.

  I smile and close my eyes, settle into the comfort of my new husband’s arms.

  I weave my hand in Jamison’s, and we head toward Outlaws’ front door. His cousin Smith called him yesterday, intimating there might be trouble and asking him to come. He didn’t get into details, but Jamison’s stiffness tells me he suspects it might be something with his brothers. God, I hope not.

  It took him a little bit to open up to me. But he told me what kinds of things he and his brothers had been up to. How they would charge to protect people in their neighborhood. How they were trying to get their cousins to relinquish Outlaws’ ownership. I know it had to be hard for him, revealing these darker sides to himself, but the fact that he shared it made me feel like he trusts me.

  I squeeze his hand. “I’m sure it’s okay.” When he got the call, Smith said he wanted me here, too. Maybe because I’m part of the family now.

  I may not know exactly what that means, but I’m by my husband’s side, supporting him fully.

  We open the door to the bar and hear someone yell, “Surprise!”

  The lights flick on, and a group of people are standing in the doorway, clapping and smiling at us.

  Jamison reels back in shock. “Uh, what?”

  I laugh. I realize instantly what’s going on. “Oh my God, this is a party.”

  Smith steps to the front of the group and extends a hand to Jamison. “Congrats on getting married. Since you assholes eloped, we decided to throw you a party. Can’t let you get away without a Beckett shindig.”

  Jamison’s jaw is still open in surprise.

  I walk over and hug Smith. “Thank you,” I say warmly, pulling back. “That’s so
nice of you.” I’ve only met Jamison’s extended family once or twice when we went to Outlaws for dinner, but they were always kind to me.

  I’m flooded by hugs from the wives and significant others of Jamison’s cousins. They all tell me congrats, then lead me inside the bar toward a row of tables bearing gifts and cake and food.

  My throat gets a lump and I find myself biting my lower lip. I look at them. “Oh my God. You guys did this for us?”

  Brooklyn comes over and rubs my upper arm. “You’re one of us. And we know that Jamison’s brothers weren’t going to celebrate your wedding, so we wanted to make sure you had a real party planned by family.”

  I’m so moved, I start crying. I can’t help it.

  She gives a soft coo and wraps me in a hug. “Aww, sweetie, it’s okay. Sorry we had to lie to get you guys here. We didn’t want to give away the surprise.”

  Aubrey comes over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “You’re good for Jamison. He’s so…happy.” She is genuinely warm and inviting, and it eases the lingering hurt I have over my parents being so rejecting of me.

  They don’t matter—not when they can’t see past their own bitter and petty gripes to show a little caring for their own daughter. I’m not going to waste my time fretting about people who don’t seem to want to show me any kindness.

  The people who do matter will show you they care. And despite the tension that started between Jamison and his cousins however long ago, they’re willing to accept him as a changed man and give him another chance. Not hold his past against him.

  I’ve married into a great family. How lucky am I?

  “So…I see cake,” I say slyly, and everyone starts laughing. “Do we get to cut that bitch up, or what?”

  “I’m just going to stick my face in it.” Jamison appears at my side. “I seem to recall that you like when I do that.”

  A hot flush spreads across my face and throat.

  His cousin Jax laughs and winks. “I recognize that look. They’re doing dirty newlywed talk. I approve.”