Beck

by Toye Lawson Brown

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Beck

  “Do you mind? I was watching that,” Stella said.

  “You didn’t look like you were watching TV. Next time, open your mouth,” Zane replied.

  I rubbed where a headache had crept across my forehead. Stella and Zane were in the next room, and I could hear them as if they were sitting right next to me.

  Stella and Zane had been going at it for two fucking days. Their bickering reminded me of how quiet it used to be when Zane didn’t talk. Somehow, Stella got him riled up in the worst way.

  “They are really at each other this morning,” Abbie said.

  Her fingers were warm on my bare skin as she gently massaged my neck. She took care with my left shoulder, which was sore as hell today. It didn’t hurt as much from the gunshot, but from my arm strapped to my body, immobilizing it.

  “Yeah, and I’m ready for both of them to be gone. Davonte said Stella should be good to go home. They hadn’t noticed any suspicious activity around her house.”

  “What about me? Can I at least check on my condo?”

  I nodded. “We’ll check it out later today. I want to look for clues.”

  Abbie knelt in front of me. “Are you crazy? You’ve been out of the hospital for two days. You are not going anywhere.”

  “I have work to do. Sitting on my ass won’t solve your case.”

  “Beck, listen to me. You came this close to dying.” She held her thumb and forefinger close together. “I don’t want to take that chance again.”

  “Okay, if that’s how you feel. Why didn’t you tell me about the argument with your stepmother?”

  She blinked rapidly. “How did you hear about that?”

  “I know a lot that you think I don’t know about. Your place holds the key to what I’m looking for. I need to go there, so don’t stand in my way.”

  I saw the shock on her face when she stood up. “Fine. I have to work in the morning. Will you be accompanying me then too?”

  “You bet your pretty face I’ll be lingering in the background. You aren’t getting rid of me, Abbie.”

  She was quiet as she stared at me. The sun caught the different shades of brown that made up her beautiful eyes. My heart rate had already increased. I couldn’t help it. My adrenaline spiked each time I thought of us together.

  She pressed her hands on her hips. “You are impossible to argue with, so I won’t. Are you hungry?”

  “Actually, I am.”

  “I’ll fix lunch, then I want to get your opinion on the swimsuit I bought for tomorrow’s segment at a new water park.”

  I grinned and rubbed my hands together. “You’re going to model for me?”

  Abbie wagged a finger at me. “Don’t even think about sex.”

  “Why not? My shoulder is hurt, not my—”

  “I get it.” She walked to the door then stopped. “You hear that?”

  I turned down the television. “I don’t hear anything.”

  “Exactly. Stella and Zane were fighting like children a second ago, and now they’re quiet.”

  “Maybe they called a truce. What do you think is going on?” I asked. Zane was a man of few words, but I didn’t know how quickly he fell into bed with a woman.

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “You don’t think they are… you know.”

  “She’s your friend,” I said.

  Fuck, I loved how shy Abbie could be—however, any signs of that disappeared when we hit the sheets.

  “Stella doesn’t have a problem flirting with a man. Unlike me, she is upfront and in your face. Zane will have his hands full with her.”

  I got up and went to where she stood. “I’d love to get a handful of you.”

  “Oh yeah. Would you like to hold these?” She pulled at the hem of her tank top as if to expose her breasts, then stopped.

  “Why are you teasing me, woman?”

  “Tell me what you want.” She licked around her full lips.

  I ached to reach for her, but the sling cock-blocked me. Would I let a damn shoulder injury stand between sinking my dick into Abbie’s warm wetness? Right now, I guessed she was wet; it didn’t take long to get her juices flowing.

  I backed her against the door. She was trapped. Her sultry eyes rose to meet mine, and there went my resolve. I had to have her even if Zane and Stella were in the next room. Even if they heard me fucking her.

  They had gone quiet after arguing all morning. Unless one of them had left the house, which was not the case, I had to assume they were going at it too. Zane was not the type to play games, and I was sure it hadn’t taken Stella long to figure that out.

  Abbie licked her lips once more.

  “Don’t do that again.”

  She pinned me with a glare. “Why not?”

  I pressed into her so she felt how hard my cock was on her stomach. “Do you really need an answer for that silly question?”

  “Too bad. The doctor wants you to rest.”

  “I don’t give a rat’s ass what the doctor wants,” I growled.

  She smiled. “You are the boss.”

  Her hands were on me now, soft and feminine, right down to her red-manicured nails. My cock jerked in response, hardening to stone. She pushed me back to give her room to slide down between us.

  I felt her breath on my skin as she lifted my shirt, placing kisses on my stomach. Her tongue was soft, warm, and exciting. My head went back when I heard the zipper of my jeans lowering and her hands pushing the fabric down over my hips.

  Damn, if only she would open those gorgeous lips and— Crap! Even as I fantasized about it, she guided the head of my cock into her mouth, sealing her lips delicately over the head. A tortured groan escaped my lips.

  In response, she took more of me into her mouth. For a moment, the room shrank to a few square inches, encompassing nothing more than my cock and the hot, wet section of her mouth.

  It was so. Damned. Good.

  Abbie knew what got to me. She ran her tongue up my rigid length, the moisture from her mouth glistening on the thick veins. My breath caught in my chest when she sucked the pearlescent drop that sat on the tip of my cock.

  “Abbie, baby.” I tangled a hand in her hair. “You have to stop, baby. I won’t be able to control what happens next.”

  She grinned. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

  “I know how you like to play. But I want to be inside you. I need to feel you around me when you come.”

  “I know; I want that too. But first things first.”

  She slowly stood up and led me to the bed. I sat on the edge, and she stood between my legs. Abbie gently removed the straps of the sling and pulled my T-shirt over my head.

  “Did that hurt?” she asked in a soft voice.

  I shook my head. It did hurt a little, but I didn’t fucking care. “No. Keep going.”

  Next went my shoes and pants. Holding my breath, I watched as she rolled the condom down my shaft. The moment it was in place, she scooted back to remove her clothes.

  My heart slammed in my chest at the sight of her. If her body were classified a food, I’d eat every part of her. Her skin looked terrific in the sunlight bathing the room. Rich tones of brown, soft and supple. Her breasts were perfect for my hands, nipples thick, dark, and ripe for suckling.

  Abbie had those Michelle Obama arms. I had never noticed the former First Lady’s arms before, but Abbie had them. Her arms were toned and muscular in a feminine way. Her stomach was flat, with six-pack abs, thanks to her swimming. Luscious, round hips, muscular thighs, and the treasure that lay between them was my personal heaven.

  She did a little pose. “You like my body?”

  “I more than like—I love your body,” I said. I had to stop myself from panting.

  She moved to the center of the bed. I followed her down, lying beside her. In a gratifying display of eagerness, she tried to pull me on top of her.

  “Not yet, baby.” She might think she was ready, but wi
th my fuse being this short, I needed her to be more than ready.

  Abbie was eager to get to the main event, but she was content to enjoy and let me play on her with my lips. Yeah, that eased my eagerness to get inside her, too.

  I’d fantasized about kissing her since the wild dreams I had while under anesthesia. They were weird, and she would blush if she knew about them. This uptight rich girl shed any inhibitions she had in those dreams. I’d never been into bondage—however, in my dream, we did it all.

  I poured all of that yearning into the kiss. She took it all and demanded more. When she grew restless again, I palmed her breast, drawing a gasp from her. When I pulled my fingers together to gently pinch and roll her stiffened nipple, she caught fire, straining against me.

  “Please, Beck. Now.”

  “Soon, baby,” I promised, then swooped to catch her nipple in my mouth.

  She whimpered, and again when I used my teeth. Abbie made a mewling sound, and it shuddered right through me. I wanted to draw it from her again and again and again.

  Every night. All night. Lust hazing my brain, I rolled her under me, letting our lower bodies tangle while keeping my upper body propped above her. The position sent pain rocking through my shoulder, but I bit it back, determined nothing was going to stop me—stop this from happening.

  She splayed her legs, making a cradle for my aching cock. Her hands roamed my chest feverishly, and I gazed down at her breasts, her slender neck, her face, wanting to memorize exactly what she looked like at this moment.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  Something flickered in her eyes. Then she closed them, shutting me out even as she slid her hands around me to squeeze my ass.

  “Please.” She undulated beneath me. “I’m ready. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  I didn’t. I entered her slowly, carefully, gritting my teeth against the urge to seat myself fully. Still, it wrenched a sob from her.

  I froze. “Baby, are you okay?”

  “Yes, don’t stop!”

  I drew out and pushed in a little further. The hot, wet clasp of Abbie’s pussy was pure madness, inviting me to let go of all my restraint, but I didn’t dare. Abbie was a small woman. Her pussy was so snug, so fucking hot!

  Despite myself, I rocked into her a little harder.

  “Yes! Yes!” She arched up, trying to take more of me.

  My control was gone. I surged into her, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out again, but there was no mistaking her approval. Needing no further urging, I started to move against her, fucking her with long, slow strokes, pulling out almost all the way only to push home again. For long moments, there was nothing but the sound of sex: the slap of flesh against flesh, the harshness of our breathing.

  My excitement rose higher, coiled tighter. When she begged for more, I gathered her close, switching to a grinding, purposeful, insistent rhythm. Beneath me, she made that mewling sound again and angled her hips to maximize the friction against her clit.

  I thought about how her bud felt in my mouth when it was aroused, how she’d tasted, and how her legs had trembled when I’d licked and sucked that sweet bundle of nerves until it throbbed against my tongue in pure bliss.

  Dammit, I shouldn’t have gone there. “Abbie. Come with me, baby.”

  Even as I said it, I realized she didn’t need any urging. She was already flying apart, her internal muscles clamping me like a vise. I let go, pumping into her until my orgasm exploded, shattering every nerve in my body to a million pieces.

  My shoulder ached like hell when I was done. I lowered my weight to rest on her body, long enough to catch my breath. I would pay for it later, but it was worth it.

  Abbie wiggled under me. I had rested long enough and was probably heavy. I rolled off her and onto my back.

  “You should get that sling back on,” she said. “You’re in pain.”

  I winced as I moved to a comfortable position on the bed. “It’s not that bad.” I felt her tugging at the condom and opened my eyes. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting rid of this. I’ll get you something to eat and your pain meds. Then you will sleep for at least an hour.”

  I couldn’t argue with her. She had tired me out, but I only needed a few minutes to recover. There was more I intended to do to her.

  Abbie got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom wearing my T-shirt. It came to rest at her thighs, barely covering her assets. If Zane was in the other room, I didn’t want him to see her wearing my shirt. Stella was pretty, but she wasn’t Abbie pretty.

  She handed me a warm washcloth and said, “I’ll only be a minute.”

  “Wait,” I said. “Don’t you want to put on a robe or a pair of shorts?”

  She chewed her lip then said, “I could get dressed completely, but think how hard it will be for you to undress me again.”

  I raised a brow. “Makes sense. Hurry up before Zane gets any ideas.”

  “Aw, are you being possessive? Keep that up, and I’ll believe you actually care about me.”

  I did care about her, which was stupid. It was too soon to give my heart to a woman again. It was too early for her to give her heart to me. We were moving too fast, and that meant mistakes would be made.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Beck

  The office was full of people and noisy. That was unusual since I’d been here. The only sound usually came from the gym or the media room when training videos were playing. A full office meant business was up for GDB Security, which meant work for me.

  Davonte came into the office, closing the door behind him. “Hey, Beck, sorry to keep you waiting. It’s crazy around here today.”

  He sat behind his desk, grabbed a file folder from the drawer, and placed it in front of me.

  “No problem. Ms. Parker is at work for another hour, and Zane is keeping an eye on her. Why did you need to see me?”

  He peered at me with piercing, dark eyes. “Zane is supposed to be on her detail instead of you. What are you doing? You got out of the hospital a couple days ago and decided to go straight to work without consulting me first?”

  I adjusted the sling on my shoulder. “I’m fine and capable of doing my duties. Besides, nothing has happened lately.”

  “I call that luck. Unfortunately, we have rules we have to follow. Gio is not happy you’re disregarding the seriousness of your injury. The guy who shot you hasn’t been caught. He is considered a threat to both you and Ms. Parker now.”

  “It’s the cop in me. I’m conditioned to take the pain and keep it moving,” I said, sounding cocky as shit.

  Davonte leaned his elbows on the desk. “It’s my responsibility to keep your ass alive. GDB doesn’t need daredevils working for us.”

  “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it that way. If I felt I wasn’t capable of protecting Ms. Parker, I would’ve been the first to let you know.”

  The leather chair squeaked under Davonte’s weight. “Okay, let’s start over. You have to take the required time off, or we have to put you on desk duty. The secretaries will make your life miserable if I do that. Do you know how to file or work the postage machine?”

  I chuckled. “Can’t say I do.”

  “Good. Then go home and rest the shoulder for another week, like the doctor ordered. After that, we’ll determine your ability to continue protecting Ms. Parker. Who knows, it might clear up before you get back.”

  That was my fear. I’d miss out on capturing the asshole who’d terrorized Abbie for the last month. I might agree to this temporary leave of absence bullshit, but I wouldn’t comply totally. Nothing would keep me from watching over Abbie.

  Davonte pushed the folder over to me. “Sign the paperwork where indicated and then go home. If you follow the rules, Beck, you’ll surely be one of our top bodyguards. Especially among women.”

  I opened the folder and signed where indicated. I respected Davonte’s praise, but the thought of guarding celebri
ties, businessmen, or rich people for the rest of my life? That was still up in the air.

  Somehow, Abbie was the only body I wanted to guard. But would she move forward with me if I decided to return to police work? We never did have that talk, and it had to happen soon.

  “Thanks for the confidence, Davonte. I just want to do right by the company,” I said.

  With that done, I left the office with one more stop to make. The mall was easy to tackle at this time of day. Most people were at work, and the typical teenager wasn’t up this early to stake a claim anywhere but the comfort of their bed.

  I entered the men’s store to grab the suit I’d bought for the birthday party. Mom had made the twins’ eighteenth birthday a bigger deal than it needed to be, but I wanted to look my best.

  What would make my new suit look better was Abbie on my arm. Her presence would definitely be the talk of the hour. But you’re too chicken shit to ask her to come along. It was a lot of that, and a little of introducing her to my family. That screamed commitment, and Abbie would feel pressured to admit we were in a relationship when that hadn’t been determined yet.

  Mr. Chong’s Menswear store came highly recommended by Declan. He was a snappy dresser for a former gang member, and Chong’s prices were reasonable. It was a family-run business that had been a staple in the mall for eons, according to Declan.

  “Beck, how are you today?”

  “I’m good. Is my suit ready?”

  Mr. Chong’s daughter nodded. “Yes. If you’d step into the dressing room with me, I’ll help you into it. I’ll check the final fit and ring you up if you like the suit the way it is.” She removed my suit from the black garment bag.

  The first time I’d met her, I had to do a double take to make sure she was an adult and not a kid playing dress-up. With heels on, she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach items on shelves. She barely reached five feet, and I could bench-press her entire body with one hand. That was how light she appeared.

  It was said Chong relied on his wife and daughters to take care of customers and provide them with excellent service at any cost. This daughter took her job seriously. I couldn’t pronounce her first name and refused to insult her by chopping it up. However, she knew mine and used it frequently.