7. Bea

7

BEA

I stir awake, slowly opening my eyes and taking in the morning sun as it leaks through the curtains. Stretching out my deliciously sore muscles, I'm reminded of everything that happened last night.

"Morning, beautiful," comes Beck's muffled greeting. I open my eyes all the way and look over at Beck, who is face-down on a pillow. I laugh and snuggle up next to him, trying to wiggle my way under his arm to get to his face.

Beck suddenly flips over and starts tickling me, making me laugh and giggle as he rolls me on top of him. As soon as my laughter dies down, Beck leans up and kisses me, repositioning me on his lap so I'm straddling his naked body.

All too quickly, Beck pulls away from me, making me pout.

"I've got you, sweetheart. I know what you need," he murmurs. Beck gives me one last kiss and then gets out of bed, still holding me as he makes his way to the bathroom.

As soon as he sets me down, Beck turns the water on in the massive, luxurious shower he had his contractor friend install a few days ago. Water pours out from a rainfall shower head, filling the room with steam.

"What are you thinking about?" Beck asks from behind, trailing his fingers up my back and kissing me between my shoulder blades.

"Just thinking about all the fun we're going to have in this shower," I answer cheekily.

Beck groans, the sound painful as he spins me around and takes my lips in a punishing kiss. He backs me into the wall, grinding his body against mine as he squeezes my ass and rocks my pussy into his thick, rock-hard erection.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he rasps, resting his forehead on mine.

Beck helps me into the shower and I close my eyes, letting the hot water trickle down my body and over my sensitive skin. Beck lets out a satisfied grunt as he steps inside.

I open my eyes and see him standing right in front of me, his normally blue eyes a stormy gray. His fingertips follow the streams of water as they pour over my shoulders, breasts, torso, hips, and finally my throbbing pussy. I moan as his knuckles barely graze my mound before continuing down my inner thighs.

Beck's other hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. I open up for him, needing to taste and touch and feel him everywhere. He tugs my hair, pulling my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Two fingers dip into my slit and start circling my little bundle of nerves in slow, steady strokes.

I grip his biceps, digging my nails in as one finger pushes into my entrance, then two. Beck thrusts his large digits in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster, faster, faster, grinding his heel down on my clit all while devouring my lips.

Breaking the kiss, I bury my face in between his neck and shoulders as I cry out. I'm right there, so close to my much-needed release. He keeps pumping his fingers, twisting and curling them up to rub against my G-spot. Again, again, one more time…

Suddenly, his hand is gone. I nearly fall over at the loss of him, but I regain my composure and glare right at his stupidly handsome face. Beck just grins, which makes my pussy clench. God, this man. Frustrating, sweet, and sexy as hell.

"Not yet, baby. Patience."

With that, he spins me around, my back to his front, and starts massaging me everywhere. His large, calloused hands squeeze my breasts and hips before moving around to my soft, round belly that I've always been a little self-conscious of. Beck has made it clear that he loves every inch of me.

His hands trail lower, once again teasing my pussy lips. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, begging him to do something about the unbearable ache he's created.

"Beck…" I moan, wiggling my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me where I need him most.

"Not yet," he murmurs again, licking the shell of my ear before trailing kisses down my neck and shoulder.

His hard cock digs into my ass, so I wiggle a bit more until I feel his length nestle between my cheeks. Beck groans and rotates his hips, grinding his thick shaft against my ass.

"God, please, Beck," I beg. My legs start shaking, and I have to lean forward and brace myself against the wall.

A low growl rises up from deep in Beck's chest, the sound vibrating through me, nearly making me come on the spot. He grips my left leg just under my knee and lifts it so my foot is resting on the bench in the corner of the shower.

"That's it, fuck, love when you're spread out for me." He continues touching every inch of me, caressing my thighs and widening my stance a bit.

Beck gives me a satisfied grunt, which makes me giggle. My laughter is cut off when his cock slides up and down my slit. He taps my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. I'm so damn sensitive and ready to come I think I might die if he doesn't get inside of me this second.

"I've got you, Bea," he murmurs, lining himself up with my entrance.

I'm expecting him to thrust inside of me and fuck me hard. I know he's as desperate for me as I am for him. But Beck slowly inches inside of me, prolonging the sweet pain deep in my core. He grips my hips, holding me in place as he stretches me open. I hold my breath as he slides home, hitting the very end of me.

"Fucking Christ," he whispers. "So good, baby. You feel so damn good."

Beck pulls out, just as slowly, making me whine. I open my mouth to tell him to fuck me already, but then Beck slams his thick dick all the way inside, making me come instantly.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me up as I spasm around his cock. He fucks me through it, hammering into me over and over, as I continue to convulse and cry out his name. Beck grips the inner thigh of my leg that's propped up, spreading me wider and angling my hips so he's hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

"Y-y-yesss…" I manage to hiss out as I pound my fist against the wall and throw my head back against his shoulder. Beck wraps his hand around my throat, keeping my head tilted back as he splits me open with his dick.

"So fucking tight for me, love," he grits out.

I whimper in response, already feeling another orgasm rushing to the surface. He must sense it, too. Beck keeps a firm grip on my neck, which is hot as fuck, and then trails his other hand down my body, circling my clit and then pinching it.

My orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, ripping a scream from my lips. Beck growls and ruts into me, rubbing furious circles over my swollen, pulsing clit. A painful, delicious pleasure takes over every part of my body as I come again for him, sobbing his name.

Beck pulls out and spins me around, crashing his lips down on mine as he lifts me up and spears me with his cock. I wrap my legs around his hips and hang on for dear life as he pins me to the wall and fucks me like a man possessed.

"Mine, mine, fucking mine . Say it, Bea. Tell me, sweetheart."

"Y-yours," I whisper, my voice scratchy from screaming his name.

"Louder," he growls.

"I'm yours!" I cry out, writhing in his arms.

Beck roars and bites my shoulder as he comes, marking me, claiming me, fucking me raw. I gasp and open my mouth in a silent scream, my entire body pulsing, tensing, stretching… and then collapsing in on itself as my orgasm ravishes me from the inside out.

I swear I feel Beck come again, shooting his cum deep inside of me in forceful bursts.

I drag air into my lungs in short breaths, trembling in Beck's arms as he keeps me pinned to the wall. I comb my fingers through his hair while he nuzzles into my shoulder, kissing over the spot where he bit me.

"Fuck, are you okay? I was kind of rough with you."

"I… loved… every second," I pant, still catching my breath.

Beck looks up at me, his eyes going dark as a deep growl rumbles through him. I think he might fuck me again, but then his eyes turn soft and he kisses my forehead.

"Let's get you washed up so you can rest. Then I'll do it all over again." My pussy clenches around his half-hard cock, making Beck groan. "Soon, he rasps. For now, let me take care of you."

I nod, my heart melting for this strong, sweet man. He gently sets me down and begins washing me. Beck's touch is achingly tender like I'm precious to him and he wants to savor every moment of being with me like this.

Once we're both dried off and dressed, Beck makes us coffee from the new machine I purchased yesterday. I enjoy coffee, but I could take it or leave it. My man, however, has at least three cups with breakfast so I decided to invest in a good coffee maker.

"What are you up to today while I'm at work?" he asks. I frown slightly, though I try to hide it. Of course, Beck notices. "Trust me, I don't want to leave either."

"No, it's not that," I start. Beck pouts, which is about the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life. "I mean, yeah, obviously I wish you were staying here," I tell him. Beck nods, making me smile. "I just feel guilty for making you work like every single day this week. I know you have other projects. You must be exhausted."

"Hey now," he says softly, covering my hand with his. "I want this. I want you. I love working on this house with you. It feels like we're building our home, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I nod, swallowing back tears. I keep thinking all of this is going to end horribly, but Beck has been so supportive and sweet from the very beginning. Okay, maybe not the beginning beginning, but pretty close.

Beck squeezes my hand, then stands from his seat and kisses the top of my head. "I gotta go into the office for a bit and then I'll be at a work site for a few hours. I'll check in when I can and trust me when I say I will make every effort to be back as soon as possible."

I nod and tilt my head up, silently asking for a kiss. Beck takes the invitation, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me until we're both dizzy.

"Gotta go before I haul you off to bed again," he nearly growls. I giggle as he makes his way to the front door and steps onto the porch, which is about half-finished at the moment. We've made so much progress it's almost unbelievable.

A few hours later, I've cleaned up breakfast and am well into an upholstery project in an attempt to save the matching antique sofa and chair set. My phone rings and I pick it up right away, thinking it's Beck.

"Hey!" I say excitedly.

"Hello, Ms. Leavenworth?"

It's not Beck. It's the executor of my great-great aunt's will. I'm still not used to being called Leavenworth , but legally, it's my name now.

"Uh, Mr. Maxton. Hello," I say, not expecting to hear from him so soon. Or at all, really. We did all the paperwork and I thought that would be the end of that. I guess not.

"Listen, Beatrix. I have some… upsetting news. You might want to sit down."

My heart leaps into my throat while my stomach drops down to my toes. I don't want to sit on the partially-finished couch, so I end up sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Okay…"

His next words threaten everything I've done and everything I've been building for my future. Why is life so cruel? What the hell am I going to tell Beck?