I want to answer but I’m honestly too distracted by the little rivulets of water that are rolling down his bare chest and abs. His body is seriously a work of art. Like one of those Greek statues, except a lot hotter.
“Earth to Fawn,” Nixie is giggling as she waves her spoon back and forth like a pendulum. “Careful, or your eyes might cross if you stare for too long.”
“Nixie…” Beckham sighs as I feel my cheeks flush with heat. “Sorry,” he mouths to me from across the room.
I smile because what can I say? Yes, I got caught staring, but it was totally worth it.
“Good to see you all bright and chipper this morning,” Jaxon scowls in Beckham’s direction. “Do you realize you almost cost me a hundred grand last night? If Troy hadn’t been there to step in at the last minute, you and I would be fu—”
“But he was there,” Beckham cuts in. “So I don’t think it’s really an issue that needs to be hashed out right now.”
“Fine. Whatever.” Jaxon makes a dismissive gesture. “And I rescheduled your fight for tonight, so it’s all good.”
Even from a distance, I can see Beckham’s expression harden. “No,” he says, simply.
“What do you mean, no?” Jaxon is looking at him like he’s just grown a second head. “No what?”
“No, I’m not fighting tonight,” Beckham says each word slowly and clearly. “I don’t want Fawn going home by herself right now. It isn’t safe. If those guys start looking for her, then—”
“Okay, okay,” Jaxon puts his hands up in mock surrender. “I get it. That’s fine. She can stay here at your place while we go to the bar and take care of business.”
I honestly haven’t thought much more about the guys from last night, but I’m having a moment of panic now that Beckham has mentioned them. If it isn’t safe for me to go home now, when will I be able to? How long will I have to look over my shoulder?
Beckham said he’ll protect me and I trust him. Even now, when most guys would probably be impatient for a one-night stand to leave, he doesn’t seem to want me to go.
Which is good, because I really, really don’t want to.
“That’s not going to work.” Beckham shakes his head. “I’m not leaving her here. I want her where I can see her.”
I feel like Nixie and I are watching a tennis match as we look back and forth between the two brothers, waiting after each new bombshell to see how the other one will respond.
From the looks of it, they’re both getting ready to dig in their heels.
Jaxon takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. “Look, you aren’t making any sense. You can’t keep an eye on her twenty-four seven. It isn’t like the two of you can be attached at the hip all the time. You’ll have to leave her here at some point.”
“Not tonight.” Beckham’s tone is flat and his voice is quiet but I can see the look of determination on his face. I’m pretty sure Jaxon isn’t going to win this argument. But I hate that they’re arguing about me. “She’s staying here and I’m staying with her.”
“Or…” I clear my throat to speak up. “Or maybe we could go together?”
Jaxon, Nixie, and Beckham all turn to me—almost as if they’ve all forgotten that I’m even here.
“That won’t work,” Beckham says, his tone softening a little. “Too dangerous.”
Jaxon quirks a brow. “Is it, though? Does it have to be dangerous? You’ll be there. I’ll be there. Our guys will be there. It might actually be the safest place for her, now that I’m thinking about it.”
Beckham looks like he’s about to overrule both of us again, but I figure it’s worth one more shot. “I think Jaxon is right. I want to stay with you, but we can’t hide out here forever. And there’s no guarantee those guys will even show up tonight—but even if they do, I’ll feel safe with you. I’m not worried.”
Which, okay, is mostly true. I absolutely feel safe with Beckham, no matter what. That part is one hundred percent true. And I really don’t think those other guys are any match for him.
But… I’m still a little worried if I’m being completely honest. For now, though, I’m going to keep that part to myself.
I walk over to where he’s standing and put a hand on his round tattooed bicep. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll be right there with me, right?”
I can see the muscle in his jaw clench as he nods. “I will be.”
Jaxon looks like he might actually jump up and down. “So, is that a yes? We’re going?”
I lean in to kiss Beckham’s cheek and he finally relaxes a little. “Okay. Yeah, we’re going.”
“Finally!” Jaxon moves over to grab Nixie’s backpack from next to her chair. “And we’re going too, kiddo. Time for school.”
She looks up at him with a frown. “Did you remember to make my lunch?”
“Of course.” Jaxon pulls a crumpled up paper bag from his back pocket that looks like it’s barely containing whatever is supposed to be inside. “Got it right here. Come on!”
Nixie looks horrified as she takes the bag and pokes at it like she’s afraid it’s going to bite her. Beckham sighs and crosses the kitchen to pull a crisply folded paper bag out of the fridge. Nixie’s name is printed in large, precise letters across the front.
“A sandwich, an apple, grapes, and a granola bar in case you need a snack,” he says, tossing her a wink as he sets the bag down in front of her.
“Thanks, Uncle B!” She jumps up and plants a kiss on his cheek before turning to give me a little wave. “Bye, Fawn! Hopefully, I’ll see you later!”
I wave back and smile. “Have a good day at school.”
And yeah, I’m already hoping I can see Nixie, Jaxon, and Beckham more after today. Hopefully a lot more.
Chapter Eight
Fawn
The biker bar is just as loud and dirty as I remember from last night, but I’m not focused on the noise or the grime right now.
It helps that I’m in the small back office, away from all of the sketchy guys with their prying eyes and roaming hands. It helps even more that I’m here with Beckham.
He’s been pretty quiet this afternoon, but he insists that’s just how he prepares for a fight. I’m doing my best to stay out of his way and let him prepare however he needs to, but it’s hard when all I want to do is press my body up against his.
Apparently, that’s also something we’re not supposed to do before a fight—according to Jaxon’s rules, at least.
But Jaxon isn’t in here with us right now.
I’m standing behind Beckham and massaging his broad shoulders when an idea hits me. I don’t even know why I’m considering it, but now I can’t get it out of my head.
“You know how Jaxon said it’s bad luck to, um…” I nibble at my lip as he looks up at me. “You know… to mess around before a fight?”
He quirks a brow and the corners of his mouth twitch. “I heard him say something like that, yeah.” He reaches back and pulls me around to sit in his lap. “But Jaxon is wrong about all sorts of things.”
I laugh as he nuzzles into my neck and nips at the sensitive skin just above my collarbone. I can already feel his thick cock stirring under me. I grind against it. “I don’t know,” I shrug, feigning innocence. “It might actually be good luck to get some action before a match.”
He cups my breasts over the front of my shirt as he looks up at me again. “I like the way you think. But… you’re sure you’re okay with doing that here? I don’t want to pressure you…”
I don’t say anything. I just sink down from his lap onto my knees in front of him. I reach for the waistband of his shorts and he lifts his butt off the chair, letting me slide his shorts and underwear down his hips until his hard cock springs into view.
God, it’s like it gets bigger every time I see it.
I’ve been wanting to taste it again since last night, and I’m not going to waste any more time now that I have another chance.
I’m rewarded with a low moan and a drop of pre-
cum as I wrap my hand around the thick shaft and lean in to tease the head of his cock with my tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, threading his fingers through my hair and brushing it back from my face as I take him into my mouth.
He’s so thick that I can only fit a few inches in at a time but he doesn’t seem to mind. He thrusts gently as he holds my head in place and I reach down to cup his full balls with my free hand, making him moan even louder.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that, baby. I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all day and it’s making me ache.”
I raise up from his cock with a smile. “Will you take me here? In this office?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls, standing up and turning me around to bend me over the desk. He makes quick work of my jeans and panties, and I can feel his fingers teasing my pussy as he lines his cock up with my entrance. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, beautiful.”
I look back over my shoulder at him and smile. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about doing this all day…”
He returns my grin as he presses forward and fills me with his beautiful cock. “I can’t get enough of you. I think I’m addicted.”
“I think… I might be, too…” I’m gripping the edge of the desk as he starts fucking me faster, and I can already tell that anything else I want to say is going to have to wait. Right now, this—his long, hard cock inside me—is all I want. It’s all I can focus on.
He hooks an arm around my waist and reaches down to find my engorged clit, nearly lifting me off my feet as he fucks me and fingers my most sensitive spot at the same time.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Oh… oh…”
“We’ve gotta hurry, baby,” he groans, driving into me deeper and harder with each thrust. “I need you to be a good girl and come for me, okay? Can you do that for me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I nod frantically, already feeling my climax building inside me. “I can… I will… for you…”
“That’s right, sexy.” He kisses the back of my neck and I can feel his cock grow even thicker inside me. “Ready for me, baby?”
My vision is starting to blur and I can’t even speak anymore. I hope he can see me nodding but I’m almost too far gone to care. I don’t need to worry, though. He already knows exactly what I need.
“Now, baby,” he pants, and I feel his cock surge, filling me up with his hot come as my own orgasm overtakes me. Every orgasm seems to be getting better and better. This can’t be real.
I’m still gasping for air as he pulls out and then helps me up.
He pulls me close to his chest. “Stay with me,” he murmurs as he kisses the side of my head.
Those words break through my sex-fueled daze and make me smile. “Tonight?”
“Forever,” he says. “I want you to move in with me.”
My breath catches in the back of my throat as I pull away and look up at him with wide eyes. “Beckham… we just met. How do you—”
I’m interrupted by a knock on the door that makes me scramble to pull my jeans up and try to make myself presentable again.
“It’s time,” Jaxon calls out through the closed door. “Get out here and kick some ass.”
Beckham smiles and kisses my forehead. “I’ll ask you again after the fight.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door, pausing for a moment as he turns the knob. “And I want you to say yes.”
I’m completely speechless as I walk through the bar hand-in-hand with him. What am I supposed to say to an offer like that?
There’s no doubt in my mind that I want him. I want to say yes, but… I just don’t know.
It takes a few more moments for me to realize I’m smiling. I’ve been smiling ever since he asked me to move in. Ever since he said the word…
Forever.
I’m standing outside the ring with tons of bikers yelling and pressing in against me on either side but I barely even notice them.
All I can think about is Beckham’s question. Will I move in with him?
The match is starting and I get a glimpse of the other guy—the guy Beckham is supposed to fight.
My goodness.
Beckham is big, but this guy… he’s really big. Scary big.
Beckham looks over and meets my gaze with a quick wink. Just seeing that he isn’t worried makes me feel a little better. I wonder if he’s thinking about the question he asked, too.
Probably not. He’s probably just thinking about winning this fight.
“You’ve got this!” I call out, hoping he hears me. “You’re going to win!”
They square off and Beckham dodges the first few punches. The other guy is enormous but seems to be a lot slower than Beckham. When the other guy does finally land a punch, though, I can hear it connect over the noise of the crowd. I can feel it when Beckham winces.
God, please just let him be okay.
I’m so caught up in watching and silently praying for him to make it out of the ring without being squished that I hardly notice the hand on my arm at first.
I try to pull away as I look over and see a face that makes my heart jump into my throat.
“Hey there, pretty lady.” It’s Travis, the smaller guy from last night in the bathroom. “I was hoping we’d run into you again.” He looks over my head and nods. “Come on, Vince. Let’s go.”
Another hand grabs my other arm and they’re pulling me away. “No! Wait!” I try to fight them but they’re too strong. Everyone else around us is so loud and rowdy that nobody even seems to notice that I’m being dragged away. Or maybe they just don’t care.
“Beckham!” I scream as loud as I can. “Help!”
He turns and I see him frown as he looks to where I was just standing a few moments ago. When his eyes finally find me, there’s no mistaking the rage that overtakes him. “Fawn! No!” He moves toward me but it’s too late.
The last thing I see as they’re pulling me away is the big guy’s fist connecting with the side of Beckham’s head.
And my man falling to his knees.
Chapter Nine
Beckham
They’ve got her.
Those bastards have their hands on her and I’m going to fucking kill them when I get out of this cage.
I lunge toward the steel cage, not giving a single fuck that I’m supposed to be in the middle of a fight. “Fawn! No!”
I don’t even see the punch coming. All I feel is an explosion of pain in the side of my head as my legs give out and I drop to my knees.
Pain and rage.
I have to get to my girl, but I have to get through this big son of a bitch first. Quickly. My head is back in the game now and I can see him coming from the corner of my eye as I pull myself back up to my feet. A quick sidestep is all it takes for me to regain the upper hand.
All I can think about is knocking this guy out and getting to Fawn. I unload some of my pent-up anger, hitting him with everything I’ve got. I barely even wait for him to hit the floor before I’m kicking the door to the cage open, pushing through the crowd, scanning the place for Fawn and those two pieces of shit who are trying to take her away.
I hear her scream and see them at the door.
“Oh, fuck no.” I keep pushing through, adrenaline and rage fueling me as I reach the door and run outside.
“Beckham!” I hear her call my name and see them shoving her into a car. Another muffled scream jolts me into action.
I run toward the car as they peel out of the parking lot. They’re coming straight for me, but I’m fucking ready. I jump onto the hood and grab the edge by the windshield wipers to steady myself, ignoring the pain as the metal bites into my palms.
The smaller guy is driving and my face is just inches away from his through the windshield. My pulse pounds and I get an edgy twitchy feeling all over when I see my Fawn being held down by the big guy.
I squeeze my hand into a fist and slam it into the windshield, once, twice, three times. It explode
s into glass cubes on the third punch. The driver screams as I reach in and grab him by the neck. I yank him out through the windshield as the car slows and aimlessly rolls until it hits the curb and stops.
I’m still holding him by the neck as I jump down and slam him against the door. He pulls out a knife, but I’m on top of him before he can even think about using it. The other guy is yelling and Fawn screams again as I smash the little guy’s face into the side of the car.
I pick up the knife and lean into the open car door. “She’s mine,” I growl to the bigger guy in a practically feral voice.
The guy looks at the enraged look in my eyes then looks to Fawn and back again. “Fuck this,” he mutters, flinging open the passenger door and jumping out.
I don’t even bother chasing him. All I care about is the beautiful, trembling woman crawling over the seat toward me, but I still want to make him pay.
I throw the knife as hard as I can and he whelps when it sinks into his upper back.
“You come near my girl again and I’ll put it in your heart,” I growl as he stumbles away. The skinny fuck at my feet manages to get up and run away after him. I’m not leaving Fawn to go after them. They’re not worth it.
“My girl,” I whisper as I help her out of the car and pull her close. “Are you okay?”
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes and nods. “Better now,” she says with a hint of a smile.
I brush away one of the tears rolling down her cheek and kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ever brought you here.”
There’s yelling behind us and I can hear Jaxon calling my name but I’m already tuning him out. My whole world has narrowed to this spot, to this second, to this woman in my arms.
“I love you, Fawn.” I kiss another tear away. “I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. Come home with me. Stay with me.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers, smiling as more tears stream down her face. Happy tears this time, I hope. “And I’ll go anywhere you want to take me.”
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