Chapter 13

"Strip." I barely recognized myself with Beckett tonight, but his leaking cock said he was all for it. My baby immediately complied, and my dick twitched in anticipation. He kicked off his clothes in seconds until he stood in front of me, his beautifully muscled body on display.

Beckett was breathtaking. He was so sculpted that his muscles were a landscape of valleys and ridges. His abs jumped when I trailed my fingers across them, and my hand moved farther down to the V of his hipbones.

His cock jutted obscenely from his body while he thrust into the air, desperately seeking friction but finding none. Because of my newly discovered kink of being a mean sonofabitch, I kept my body away from his. His cock found no relief. Beckett's desperation for my cock gave me a high I couldn't have imagined an hour ago.

This gentle giant of a man, this officer who demanded respect, whimpered for me, and my cock was rock hard from hearing it. I repositioned myself so Beckett was in front of me. "Baby, you keep standing there, face forward, and don't speak, okay? You can nod your head but do not speak. Your sounds, though? Those all belong to Daddy. You can be as noisy as you want." Beckett emphatically nodded his yes.

With permission granted, Beckett moaned deep in his chest. I traced his back muscles, and each scrape of my nails elicited a tiny whimper from him. When I reached the curve of his ass, Beckett mewled his need. His leaking cock was dripping on the floor, and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Baby, you are so beautiful. So fucking sexy. I am such a lucky Daddy." Beckett's knees shook at my praise. I couldn't take it anymore and was positive he couldn't either. I walked back around him and stretched out on my tiptoes. My hands reached to grip the back of his neck and pulled his head down on me. His pupils were blown.

"I need you, Beckett," I whispered right before I crushed his mouth to mine. He opened for me immediately, and our tongues tangled in a furious dance of need and lust. Our teeth clashed as our tongues entwined over and over. Our mouths fused as we tried to inhale the other into our souls.

When in danger of passing out, we finally came up for air. At some point, Beckett lifted me up, and I'd wrapped my legs around his waist as tightly as my arms entwined around his neck. I whispered into his ear, "Boy, I need you right now." Beckett's hooded eyes showed just how lust-drunk he was. He tightened his grip on my ass and carried me through the hallway into his bedroom. The bedside lamp he'd left on cast a soft glow across the room.

I kissed and traced the tendons in his neck with my tongue. I wiggled to get him to loosen his grip and did a slow body slide down his tree-trunk body. He shuddered when his cock got the friction it desperately needed. The bulge in my jeans was painful, and I needed my boy as badly as he needed his Daddy. When my feet were on the floor, I backed up until my calves reached the bed. "Baby, get on your knees and take out Daddy's cock."

Beckett immediately fell to his knees. He unbuttoned my jeans before working them and my briefs down past my hips. He gently pulled out my dripping cock. He licked his lips but waited for permission to do anything else. Beckett swayed close and inhaled deeply at the juncture of my cock and pelvis.

He was beautiful on his knees. I didn't know how he hadn't been grabbed up and never let go long before I came around. I'd never been so grateful for stupid men in my life. I pulled his head back so I could kiss him with all the lust coursing through me. He moaned into my mouth after parting his lips to allow for my plunging tongue. He acquiesced to my control immediately and allowed me to set the pace. My baby might be the perfect boy.

"Boy." Beckett's entire body shivered at the word. "Suck your Daddy's cock. When I come, you will swallow every drop. Do you understand me? I need to hear your voice."

"Yes, Daddy."

When I nudged Beckett's head toward my cock, he fell on it like a starving man. He swallowed me whole, tip to base. Immediately, his sucking hollowed out his checks as he moaned obscenely. His hands gripped my thighs as he sucked and slurped my cock. He was too desperate for niceties. He just wanted my dick. He buried his nose in my pubes as he tried to swallow every possible inch of me. At best, I was an average length, but Beckett sucked me like I was the god of cock, and I fucking loved it.

My hips involuntarily fucked his face, and he coughed after a sharp thrust. When I pulled back to allow him to breathe, he switched his attention to the head of my cock. His tongue swirled around the glans and laved at the sensitive spot just under the rimmed head. After he'd caught his breath, I shoved my dick back down his throat and Beckett sucked hard.

My whispered words of praise became babbles as I told him how proud of him I was, what a pretty cocksucker he was, and that I wanted my cum slut to drink every drop. My balls drew up close to my body as I inched toward orgasm. When my release exploded, I grabbed Beckett. My cock pulsed ropes of cum into his mouth and down his throat. He frantically swallowed around me while his hands reflexively kneaded my thighs. I was curled almost in half around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

The moment my brain came back online, I growled at Beckett to stand. He immediately jumped to his feet. His cock was an angry red and straining, his balls tight against his body. Christ on a cracker, he was huge. I was sure my eyes were like saucers, but I was too desperate for him to worry about how I would fit him in my mouth.

I grabbed his hips and shoved his cock down my throat. I sucked him hard and fast. Beckett's hands tangled in my hair as he fucked my mouth as furiously and as fast as he could. After just a few quick thrusts, Beckett was emptying his cum down my throat. I swallowed as best as I could, but the waves of spunk overwhelmed me and some escaped my mouth and dripped down my chin.

We both panted like dogs in the summer. I pulled and tugged on Beckett until he was blanketing me on the bed. I raised my head to meet his mouth and we shared a languid kiss. Our tongues lazily circled as we caught our breath with our legs tangled on the bed.

Beckett licked at the cum that had spilled from my mouth, and when it was on his tongue, he kissed me again. I loved the shared taste of us. I wanted to savor this moment forever.

My bones had melted into the bed, and Beckett's weight grounded me in a way I'd never felt. My hands couldn't stay off Beckett as we basked in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex. I trailed fingers through his hair and over his lips, shoulders, and chest.

When coherent thought returned, I leaned over to softly kiss Beckett. After what we just shared, it was practically virginal. "You okay, baby?" He murmured something I couldn't understand, but he nodded in the affirmative. "Baby, you made Daddy feel so good. Your mouth is perfect. You are perfect."

Beckett's arms tightened around me and a soft sigh escaped from his mouth. His head rested on my shoulders and his arms were wrapped around my torso. His soft snores endeared him a little more to me. I'd worn him out, and I was more than a little proud of that. More relaxed than I'd felt in approximately forever, I fell into the deepest sleep of my life under him.

"Baby, can you hand me the bacon, please?"

Beckett hefted himself off the stool at the kitchen island, where he sat watching me make breakfast, and opened the fridge to get it. When he brought it over to me, I took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss.

His giant hand gripped the back of my neck to support my head, which was tilted all the way back so I could reach his mouth. My body couldn't help but grind against him, and his responded in kind. My cock began to swell in my sensible slacks because he was hot and hard and delicious.

A casual observer might think Beckett was in control, given our size difference and positions. But even with his hand on my neck, his surrender was always so beautifully given.

This morning, my only regret about last night was that we should have discussed safewords beforehand. I hadn't even mentioned them to Beckett. If there had been any hesitation, I would have stopped immediately, but I should have been more cautious.

"Daddy, you're killing me." Beckett groaned into my mouth but then gave me one of the smiles he reserved for only me.

"I'll bring you back to life, baby," I answered with a wink.

With a sharp pat to his ass that made me laugh and Beckett jump, I turned my attention back to the breakfast. Today was omelets, bacon, and English muffins with marmalade I special ordered from England.

At one point during the babysitting weekend, he'd mentioned how much he liked it but always forgot to order it. When I pulled it out this morning, you would've thought I'd given him something precious. This man needed more spoiling, and I wanted to be the one to do it.

I went in for another kiss when the sound of a vehicle turning into the driveway interrupted my plan to make out with the guy I wanted to be my boyfriend. With a frown, Beckett told me to stay put while he went to look out the kitchen window.

I heard his muttered fuck and noticed how his head hung a little lower and his shoulders hunched a little higher. It was an automatic reaction, and I hated that for him.

"Who is it, sweetheart?" I asked Beckett.

If it was his parents, I'd happily answer the door and pretend he didn't live here. After the phone call I'd intercepted from them, it would be hate at first sight.

Beckett moved to unlock the door but stayed in the doorway. He still hadn't answered my question.

"Good morning, partner slash cousin. Why aren't you at work yet?"

Oh, it's Cameron.

"Ten a.m. call time. What do you want?" Beckett growled. I noticed he did not invite Cameron inside.

"I want to be invited in." Cameron tried to see inside, but Beckett blocked him.

"No."

Well, that's succinct.

"C'mon, I smell bacon, and that's an essential food group. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Don't care. No."

Oh, three words. That's like double. Erm, triple.

"Why do I smell bacon, Beckett? You can't boil water and your mom banned you from the kitchen."

What the fuck was wrong with Beckett's parents? Assholes.

"Who's inside, Beckett?" Cameron repeated in a sing-song. "You never get lucky. Did you pay someone and now you can't get them to leave? That's probably the only way someone would stay the night with you."

Oh, hell no. No one talks to Beckett like that. Fuck that shit.

I stomped out of the kitchen and stood next to Beckett at the front door. His eyes widened comically like he couldn't believe I was about to claim him. Damn right, I claimed Beckett. We'd figure out all the rest later. No one—family or not—was allowed to speak to Beckett that way. His family might think it was cute to talk shit to and about him, but that crap needed to end.

"Cameron, close your mouth. If you want breakfast, you need to apologize. I don't feed assholes, and you're being a massive one right now."

I should have recorded his reaction because I'd have bet money that Cameron was speechless for the first time in his entire life. Cameron did a guppy impression, opening and closing his mouth a few times without a word.

"Uh, hey, Will. What are you doing here?" Cameron's big eyes were so confused. Even if I admitted it was funny, I meant what I said. No apology, no breakfast. It didn't matter to me if he sat in the driveway while we ate.

"It doesn't matter why I'm here. You need to apologize before you step foot in this house. I don't cook or eat with assholes."

"Dude, I was joking. Beckett knows that."

"Dude, you're wasting time."

With a bone-deep sigh, Cameron turned back to Beckett. "I'm sorry I was being an asshole. Can I have some bacon? Please."

Beckett growled but let Cameron in. I patted his shoulder and got up on my tiptoes to reach his cheek so I could kiss him. "You're a good man, Charlie Brown."

Beckett grunted at me, but I laughed. His words and smiles were a secret language between us, and it didn't bother me in the least that I was the only one who got the gift of them. If his family members weren't such raging dicks, maybe he'd share with them too.

Cameron made a beeline to the coffee pot and helped himself to a cup from the cabinet. He moved over to the table where Beckett had settled. Beckett, because that was who he was as a person, didn't waste time on small talk.

"Why are you here?"

"Beckett, I care about you. I wanted to check on you because we're all concerned with your health. What if hitting you on the head turned you into a nice person? A polite person? A person we all want to be around?"

And that was enough of that. This family was fucking exhausting, and I barely knew them. No wonder Beckett avoided them like the fucking plague.

"Cameron, you seem confused. Apologizing and then being an asshole again is not how apologies work. Beckett doesn't need me to fight his battles, but I'm sure as fuck not putting up with your shit this early in the morning. Not that it's any of your business, but Beckett showed me a really fucking good time last night. We got up expecting to continue that good time, and you, with your shitty fucking attitude, are ruining it for me. Either stop being a dick or leave. I still have an hour before I have to be at work, and I want to fucking enjoy it."

Cameron and Beckett stared at me, both slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

The more I'd talked, the louder I'd gotten until I was full-on shouting. But, dammit, I wasn't taking any of it back. Beckett's family sucked, I liked him, and he was mine. If he wanted to dump me later, I guess future me would have to deal with it then.

I gave a decisive nod and put my coffee cup in the spot next to Beckett. Now that my temper had calmed, I felt pretty damn dumb, but I'd do it again.

Beckett, being the swoon-worthy man he was, grabbed me by the waist and dragged me into his lap. His arms snaked around my waist and tightened until I was plastered to his chest. He nuzzled my neck, and I felt him inhale deeply. My arms encircled his neck, and I laid my head against his.

After a moment, I turned my head so I could speak for his ears only. "I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted. It slipped out. I just wanted Cam to shut up." I didn't think it was possible, but Beckett's arms tightened around me more.

"It's okay, Daddy," Beckett whispered, which was good enough for me.

At some point, Cameron fell silent and had the decency to look chagrined. When I caught his eyes, he mouthed, "Sorry," so I let him stay.

"All right, I really did have a reason for coming over here. Cap called me this morning, and he noticed a car that's becoming a regular. It's always the same driver, but the passenger is sometimes different. When it comes across, the back is empty, but on the return trip, there's usually a tarp over stuff in the back. He got me the license plate, and we're running it to see if there are any hits. It's out of state, so it'll probably take a while."

While he spoke, Cameron helped himself to not just the bacon I'd put on the table but the English muffins and marmalade too. Beckett looked like he was about to stab him with a fork. I supposed that would be a tragedy. Maybe.

"Any news on Mr. McCade?" There was a small chance I could prevent bloodshed over breakfast if I distracted them.

Cameron held up a finger to let him finish swallowing before answering, "He's doing better. They got his blood pressure evened out, so he should be able to go home today. He was pissed the fuck off that I called Laken, but Laken would have hunted me down if I hadn't let him know his granddad was in the hospital. I think I can take Mr. Mac over Laken, so…player chosen." Cameron shrugged.

"How was Laken when you called?" Beckett asked around a mouthful of bacon. Who cared about manners when he enjoyed my cooking?

Cameron's face hardened, and his mouth went to a thin, grim line. "His asshole boyfriend was pissed that I called outside the designated afternoon slot for his granddad. Said that if it was serious enough, the hospital would have called. I wish I understood why Laken chose someone like that." The social worker in me wanted to offer a few suggestions, but it wasn't my place. I made commiserating sounds instead. "He told me just to text next time like I normally do, but that's not the kind of news you text someone."

"Maybe one of these days, he'll figure out why everyone but him hates that prick, and he'll come home," Beckett suggested.

"Possibly," Cameron muttered, but his tone didn't sound convinced. "Hey, Mom wanted me to remind you that it's the Family Fall Fun Day on Saturday. She said you should be there by ten to help set up."

"Fuuuuuuuck," Beckett groaned. "I hate that shit."

"What is Family Fall Fun Day, and why is it awful?"

Cameron just cackled, and Beckett looked grumpier than usual.

"Family fun days happen four times a year, and they are required attendance. No one gets out of them, and they last all day. It's like a local family reunion. You eat, play some games, listen to old people bitch about kids on their lawn, yell at teenagers for sneaking off with your beer…good times." Beckett glared at Cameron's description. "And if you're seeing anyone, they are expected to be there too." The cackling continued. "Being on the clock is the only acceptable reason to miss. And death."

"Goddammit, Cam."

"And it's on Saturday? Cool, I don't work on the weekends. Do I need to bring anything?" There was no way in hell I would let Beckett go by himself this year.