6. Beck

6

BECK

" I 'll hold the board in place and you hit it with that rubber mallet," I instruct, nodding toward the tool lying next to Bea. She picks it up, testing the weight in her hands before lining it up with the edge of the board. She strikes the wood tentatively at first, but then she gains confidence and gives it a few good knocks. "Perfect," I praise.

Beatrix beams up at me, her green eyes sparkling with pride. I can't help but lean over and taste her smile. She opens up for me, her silky tongue gliding against mine as I cup the side of her neck and brush my thumb against her pulse point. This elicits a wanton moan, letting me know she likes it.

The kiss is over all too soon, but I suppose we both need to breathe at some point.

"What was that for?" Bea asks, still catching her breath.

"You looked so happy and joyful, I needed some of your light as my own," I tell her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Beatrix sighs and snuggles further into me. "Where did you come from?" she whispers. "You're like, perfect."

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart."

"So, how many more floorboards do we have to lay?" Bea asks as she sits back and rests against the wall behind her.

I look over the entryway and dining room, admiring the work we did yesterday. Bea was by my side, tearing out the old flooring and helping me haul in all the supplies for the new flooring. We've been working on the house for three days now, and while there are at least a hundred more projects left to do, I'm amazed at what we've accomplished so far.

Bea wasn't satisfied letting me do everything. She shocked me and made me fall even more in love with her when she said she wanted to learn what I was doing. I admire the hell out of this woman, not only for her resilience through what I know was a traumatic childhood, but for the strength and courage she displays every single day.

"At least three hundred," I estimate, knowing we still need to tear up and redo the floors in the main living room as well.

"Whooo-boy," she says with exasperation. Bea blows a breath out, making a few wisps of her light blonde hair dance around her lovely face. "No wonder your muscles are so… muscly," she says, her cheeks slightly flushed. I prowl toward her on my hands and knees, watching her eyes light up with desire as I approach. I rub my nose against hers, then sip at her lips, taking my time to appreciate how soft and sweet they are.

Just then, my phone rings. I ignore it, deepening our kiss. Bea combs her fingers through my hair and cups the back of my neck, opening her mouth wider so I can take more, more, more.

My stupid fucking phone rings again, and Bea breaks the kiss. I grunt and nuzzle into the side of her neck, not wanting it to ever end.

"Go ahead and answer," she says with a laugh. "I'll be here installing brand-new hardwood floors in my home!" She's so adorable with her excitement, which is equal parts owning a home after spending her life in foster care and also being able to help restore it and make it her own.

When my phone rings a third time, I curse and finally fish it out of my pocket. While I don't like being interrupted when I'm spending time with my woman, I must admit I'm curious as to why Domino is calling me.

"Hey man, what's up?" I answer once I'm in a different room. There are about a dozen of them to choose from.

"Beck, it's been too long," Domino says over the roar of a motorcycle in the background. He must be at the Deviant Souls clubhouse. "Some shit went down a few months ago and I've been trying to pick up the pieces. Sorry, I haven't checked in as often."

"It's on me, too," I tell my friend. Domino and I went through basic training and did our first deployment together. Our careers took us down different paths, but we've tried to stay in touch over the years. "I could have just as easily picked up the phone to call you."

"Well, either way, we're here now," he says matter-of-factly. I grin at his response.

"What's been going on? Anything I can help with?"

Domino gives me a quick rundown of everything happening with his MC, Deviant Souls. To my shock, he's now the president of the club.

"Congrats, man," I tell him. "I mean, it sounds like it was a hell of a time getting there, but I'm glad you're getting a fresh start."

"Yeah, about that," he hedges. Aha. I knew there was a reason for this call. Not that I mind. This is the kind of friendship we have. "I've been looking at new places for the clubhouse. New era and all that shit," he adds. "Would you be available for some custom work for the bar? I'm thinking a live edge oak bar top and matching shelves behind the bar."

"Fuck yeah, that sounds classy as hell. Do you have the dimensions ready for me now?"

"No, I still haven't settled on a location. Calista still hasn't met all the requirements I've asked for," he grumbles.

"Calista?" I ask, intrigued by hearing him talk about a woman.

"The real estate agent. She's something else."

"I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing," I tease.

Domino lets out a heavy sigh. "I don't either, at this point." Interesting. "Ah, shit. Speak of the devil. She's calling me right now."

"Take the call, buddy. Also, make sure to find out if she's the good kind of trouble or the bad kind. You might need a bit of both in your woman."

"She's not my… whatever, I have to go."

I laugh as my old friend hangs up. I'll have to check in on him later to get more info about Calista. Right now, I have my own woman to take care of.

As I step into the entryway where Bea and I have been working, I see the most scrumptious sight. My woman is bent over, her shorts riding up and giving me an incredible view of her legs and ass.

"Like what you see?" she asks, wiggling her ass and making my dick twitch.

"With you? Always."

I step up behind her, gripping her hips and grinding her soft, juicy ass against my thick, throbbing cock. Bea slowly straightens up, placing her hands on the wall in front of her while I slide my hands across her chest and down her torso.

"Beck," she whimpers, tilting her head back and exposing her neck to me. I lick her sensitive skin and suck on her pulse point before nipping and kissing her flesh.

"Yeah, beautiful?" I rasp against the shell of her ear.

She turns around in my arms, her green eyes meeting mine. She's desperate, hungry, and ready for me to take her to the next level. I can see it all in her clear, vulnerable gaze. Still, I need to hear her say it.

"I… I want…"

I kiss down her neck as I grab a handful of her ass, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh while she whimpers and grinds against me. "You want…?" I practically growl.

"I want you… I want you to touch me. Everywhere. I… I want it all, Beck. And I want it with you."

"Fuck me," I groan, seconds before I scoop my woman up in my arms. She's perfect.

I take the stairs two at a time, dodging any broken boards so I can carry my princess safely to bed. As soon as I set her down, Bea strips off her shirt and bra.

"Wait," I tell her, stopping her motion. "Let me take my time with you, sweetheart. I want this to be everything you've been waiting for. It has to be perfect for you."

Beatrix stares at me, her eyes filling with tears. For a moment, I worry I fucked this all up, but then she places her hand over my heart. "No one has ever cared about me like that. No one has ever taken care of me the way you have."

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her slowly, tenderly, showing her how precious she is to me. When we break apart, I guide her to lie down on the bed. She gives me a questioning look, but the doubts clear from her eyes when I crawl over her and gather her hands up in one of mine. I pin them above her head and tuck her hair behind her ear with the other hand. I let my fingertips trail down her jaw, the side of her neck, and her collarbone until I lay my hand right over her heart. I can feel it thundering in her chest, giving away her nerves.

"You're perfect," I whisper, my lips barely touching hers. "Every single part of you. Every dip and curve, every inch of your soft skin." My hand trails lower, the pad of my thumb rubbing light, teasing circles over her nipple. Bea arches her back, shoving her tits further into my hand. I don't think she's even aware she's doing it, which makes my cock swell up almost painfully. My girl lets out a breathy whimper, and fuck, I can't wait to show her how much pleasure she's capable of feeling.

"Beck," Bea moans softly. My lips follow the same path as my fingers, peppering her skin with lingering, open-mouthed kisses. When I get to her breasts, I look up at my beautiful girl, capturing her gaze. Our eyes lock, and I never look away as I slowly drag my tongue over her hardened nipple. "Beck!" she cries out, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body.

I groan, wrapping my lips around her tight little peak and sucking. Hard. "These tits are perfect," I growl, palming her other breast and pinching her nipple. She squirms beneath me, spreading her legs and grinding her hot little pussy against my angry, aching cock. "We fit, baby. We fit together. Don't you feel it?"

"Show me," she whispers, almost too softly for me to hear. I look up, training my eyes on hers. Bea nibbles on the corner of her lip, her cheeks turning bright red. Her eyes though… goddamn. They're glowing green lights, and like a moth, I'm inexplicably drawn to her energy. Her beauty. Her mesmerizing aura.

"Are you sure you're ready for that?"

She immediately nods her head, her thighs trembling and tightening around me. "Unless...unless you're not?—"

"I am," I growl, taking her lips in a claiming kiss. "I've been ready since I first saw you, Bea. I wanted to rip that towel off and fuck you against the wall until you drenched my cock with your release. God, Bea, I still want that. I want to give you every kind of pleasure with my fingers, my tongue, my hard as fuck dick. But I need you to know this is forever. Right here, you and me. We're forever."

"Really?" she asks on a quiet, shaky breath. The doubt in her voice twists me up inside.

"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm so far gone for you it's kind of ridiculous," I tell her with a grin. She returns it, then nibbles on her bottom lip. My eyes are drawn there, wanting a taste for myself.

"Show me," Bea says again, her gorgeous eyes pleading with me to prove my words.

Leaning back on my heels, I let go of her wrists so I can peel the rest of her clothes off. I trail my lips up the inside of her right leg, pausing briefly to kiss behind her knee. Bea inhales sharply, making me grin wickedly at how well I can read her. I continue placing featherlight kisses up her thigh, nuzzling into her soaking wet pussy.

"Jesus," I groan, unable to resist the urge to lick her from bottom to top. My girl is fucking delicious and I'll never get enough of her.

"More," she whimpers. "I need more. I need it all."

I growl into her cunt, then scrape my teeth along her clit. She lifts her hips and spreads her legs wider. I press my tongue against her tight as fuck entrance, groaning when I feel her little hole pulse and release a shot of cream into my mouth.

Bea lets out a pained cry as she rubs her cunt against my face, coating me in her juices. That's my tipping point. Knowing she marked me, that she's as desperate and needy as I am, and that I'm the only one who can satisfy her, has me tearing my clothes off, needing to be in her right the fuck now.

My greedy girl whimpers and reaches out for me as I crawl up her sexy as fuck body. I groan when her delicate fingers trail over my shoulders, my chest, my abs, then lower. Resting my forehead on hers, I hiss out a breath when she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes me up and down.

"Fuck, Bea. You feel so good, baby. So damn good." I let her touch me and explore what now belongs to her. She shocks the hell out of me by guiding me to her entrance and rocking her hips. My eyes snap open, and I groan when I see her gaze burning with lust. "Do you trust me?" I murmur needing her permission one last time before I sink into her and make her mine for good.

"With all of me," she says with a nod. I close my eyes and let her words wash over me. She wiggles her hips, making us both groan.

"Need me to show you what it means to be mine, Bea?"

"Yes," she whispers. Her eyes are blazing, barely containing the raging fire within.

I push just the tip of my thickness inside her tight as fuck hole. Her pussy spasms, massaging the head of my cock. "Need me to show you how much you mean to me?" I ask, pushing in just a little further.

"Please," she moans, her fingers curling around my biceps as she spreads her legs open wider for me.

"Need me to make this pussy come? Need me to fill you up so you can fucking come all over me again and again?"

"Yes!" Bea cries out, thrusting her hips up, taking more of me.

I grunt and pull out, swallowing down her whimpers before shoving my cock all the way inside her tight little channel. I tear through her virginity, growling in feral satisfaction at claiming this woman as mine for all eternity.

"You did so good, Bea," I murmur, kissing the single tear that escaped.

"You too," she whispers, making me chuckle. Bea moans and her pussy flutters around me, coating me with more of her cream.

I pull out, looking down between us as I set a steady pace. "Look at us, Bea. Fucking look at your little pussy stretching around me, taking my cock like a good girl." I don't know where these filthy words are coming from, but I can't seem to keep them in my head. She doesn't seem to mind.

Bea whimpers and squeezes her inner muscles, making me growl as every part of my dick throbs in torturous pleasure. "More," she cries out, her lips seeking mine. She totally owns this kiss, nipping at me and sucking my tongue inside her mouth as her pussy sucks my cock deeper, deeper, so damn deep.

I pull out and slam back inside her, swallowing down her cries. God, I can feel her channel stretch and clench around me as I pick up speed. Her legs wrap around my torso, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

"Fuck, Bea. I don't want to hurt you," I grit out, though I don't slow down. Not for a second. I keep hammering into her over and over, tilting my hips and scraping my cock along her front wall in search of…

"Beck!" Bea shouts and claws at my back, clinging to me as I tear her apart. I can't stop. I know I should slow down, but I don't have control over anything anymore. My hands slip under her back and slide up, my fingers curling around her shoulders, giving me more leverage to fuck that tight little pussy.

Every time I hit the end of her, Bea jerks beneath me, letting out the sexiest whimper. I keep pounding into her as I bury my face into the side of her neck, sucking on her soft skin. I feel her entire body tighten around me, her muscles tensing, her pussy throbbing, pulsing, gushing for me.

I grunt with each savage stroke, more beast than man at the moment. I feel her breaking apart for me, her jagged cries and desperate moans growing louder by the second. She bows her back and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, sucking in a huge breath of air. Bea freezes, tenses, trembles…

And then fucking shatters so beautifully for me.

Her cries of pleasure echo around the room as her cunt snaps around me over and over. I sit back and grip her hips, fucking myself with her spasming pussy. Bea fists the comforter and thrashes her head back and forth as another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her breathless.

"Goddamn," I snarl, shoving my cock deep inside her and staying still. I tip my head back and feel, just fucking feel every ounce of her pleasure ripple around me.

She's still twitching and whimpering out the last of her release when I pull out of her and grab my dick, stroking myself roughly. The need to mark her is such a primal, caveman thing, but it can't be denied. It won't.

My orgasm slams into me, and I roar as I paint her tits and pussy with my cum. I grunt something unintelligible, squeezing my dick so damn hard as it jerks and empties more of my release all over her.

I'm about to collapse, but then my dirty fucking girl rubs my seed into her skin. She cups her breast, pinching her nipple as her other hand trails lower, gathering up my cum before she dips her fingers into her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," I growl, my body shaking with how turned on I still am, despite the intense, all-consuming orgasm I just had.

"Beck," Bea cries out. "God, Beck, I can't stop, I can't stop." Christ, she fucks her own hand while I hover over her, taking in this goddess. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, all the breath leaving her lungs as she comes again.

I swat her hand away, sliding down her body and prying her legs open. Flattening my tongue, I lick her up and down in frantic, feral strokes before spearing my tongue inside her entrance, scooping out more of her cream.

Bea winds her fingers in my hair, holding me still as she rubs her pussy against my lips and tongue. Her scream carves through the air as a fierce orgasm overwhelms her curvy body. I grip her thighs, pinning them down to the mattress as I drink down every last drop of her release.

I only stop when she goes completely limp. Looking up from between her legs, I see her head loll to the side as her chest heaves up and down. I crawl up her body, placing kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Collapsing beside her, I drape my Bea over my chest and hold her trembling body close. We're both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat as we cling to each other. I comb my fingers through her damp hair and place a kiss on top of her head.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I ask softly.

"I'm perfect," she sighs contentedly as she snuggles up closer. At some point, I need to grab a washcloth and clean Bea up, but for now, I'm happy to hold her in my arms. She truly is perfect. I hope she's starting to trust me with her heart the same way she trusts me with her body.