SMITH (The Beckett Boys, Book One)

by Olivia Chase

  It was true. And she was a damn good cook too. Best food I ever tasted.

  Best everything I ever tasted.

  “I need to get back to work,” I told her.

  She shook her head and reached for my hand. “I need you here with me.”

  “Babe, I have to hit my word count. I’ve got pages due to my editor at the end of the week.”

  “Oh,” she said, her eyes widening. “Don’t forget, your suit’s back from the dry cleaners and hanging downstairs.”

  “Yeah, I remember,” I grumbled, squeezing her hand. “This party’s not necessary, though. You know I don’t do formal.”

  “Honey,” she said, sighing. “We’re going to celebrate your big movie deal. It’s in every paper. Our family and friends want to be a part of it.”

  “Right. Right.” I grinned, even though when I thought about all of those people at the restaurant staring at me and expecting me to make some big speech, it made me a little sick. “Back to work,” I told her, drifting away as she finished her coffee and muffin in bed.

  The part tonight was supposed to be a big deal on my account. But I didn’t want the attention.

  Still, if it reminded people of what my friends’ sacrificed over in Kabul, than it was worth it perhaps.

  Not to mention, I had other plans that would make the party tonight much more useful than it had been previously.

  It all still felt surreal.

  A book deal and then a movie deal followed right on its heels. Somehow it didn’t seem right, but I wasn’t going to turn it all down.

  And I sure as hell didn’t mind the money. Seven figures and more to come. Enough to more than start the life and the family that I wanted to build with the woman I loved more than anything else in the world.

  I went out to my study and got back to work.

  Losing track of time, I had my headphones in and didn’t hear anyone coming into the room until I felt her hands on my chest.

  I turned around in my chair and then she was smiling, wearing absolutely nothing, as she got down on her knees.

  I took out my headphones. “What’s all this?”

  “I’m still hungry, turns out,” she said, sliding my pants down and putting her wet, warm mouth on my suddenly stiffened cock.

  “Holy fuck,” I groaned, grabbing the arm rests on my chair.

  She slid her mouth up and down on my shaft, then gripped it and stroked and stroked. I could probably have busted a nut right there and then, it felt so good.

  She deep throated my cock and let me fuck her mouth just the way I liked.

  And then I was out of my mind with the wanting of her. She was buck naked, her flesh ripe and willing, ready for the taking.

  So I took her, fucking her from behind, her hands splayed out on the desk while I pounded her.

  She came hard on my dick, her tight pussy making my cock so wet that I could hardly stand it. I grabbed her close and then withdrew.

  “Get on the desk,” I said, clearing a space.

  She climbed onto it, lying on her back, and wrapped her legs around me as I slid into her.

  We both moaned, and then I slowly pumped my hips, our eyes meeting.

  We were fucking, but it wasn’t just sex.

  No.

  It hadn’t ever been just sex with us.

  “God, you feel good,” I told her.

  Everything about her felt better than good.

  I stroked into her, slowly, and it was building between us, as she pushed her hips up greedily, wanting me deeper, and I went deeper.

  And then we were both coming together, and I pushed all the way in and leaned down onto her, my lips on her ear. “I love you baby,” I said.

  “Oh, I love you too, Zack,” she said, gripping me.

  When we were done, we both went to shower together, and we stood under the hot water, and she shampooed my hair and then I did hers, but she complained that I was making her hair too sudsy.

  Okay, the truth was, I liked to make her hair crazy soapy. It cracked me up.

  I got hard again, but if we fucked every time she made me hard, we’d never have left the house.

  Which, truth be told, would’ve been fine with me.

  Out of the shower, I dried off and got changed while she was still freshening up in the bathroom.

  While she was in there, I went into the closet and pulled out my old sneakers that she didn’t like to touch. I dug inside and found the small velvet box that had been stashed there for the last few weeks.

  So many times I’d wanted to just spring it on her, but I knew I had to wait for this day.

  If there was one good thing about tonight’s party, it was that all of our friends and family would be present—including her Dad, who it turned out actually loved me. The guy wanted to hang out with me so much it was almost becoming a problem.

  But I liked him too. Funny how things worked out sometimes.

  And now my parents and siblings would be around too, and they’d get to see me have the biggest and proudest moment of my life.

  I opened the box and looked at the gleaming diamond ring contained within it.

  That ring symbolized so much.

  It was everything I wanted to tell Caeli, to show her. To let her know that my love for her was like that rock—that diamond—completely unshakable and unbreakable.

  And to announce it in front of everyone we knew and cared about. To let them know that whatever else I’d been in the past—I was now the kind of man that could make Caeli Powers happy.

  And that beat everything.

  That was everything.

  I closed the ring box and stowed it away again.

  Caeli was coming out of the bathroom.

  It was time to go and spend the rest of my life with the woman I loved.

  THE END OF OBSCENE

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