Inked Obsession

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  “Eliza,” I breathed.

  “It’s been a long time,” she said, and I looked up as she bit her lip. “I think it’s been even longer since anyone but, well, you know who saw me naked.”

  “He doesn’t have to be in this room,” I said, knowing that tonight was important. This was her first time since her husband, and damn it, I knew I should go away. I should stop. She didn’t want to, and neither did I. Meaning I would make this work. I would be sweet.

  “Just tell me how you like it,” I whispered as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

  She slowly sucked the digit into her mouth, and I groaned, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. “I think you’re doing a really good job so far.”

  “I think I can do better than good.”

  I ran my knuckle along the slope of her breast, and she shivered, her skin pebbling. I gently grazed her other breast over her lace-covered nipple, and then the skin between them, moving over her belly. When I turned my wrist and cupped her heat, I found her already wet, her core hot, and I knew she ached. She groaned, her head falling back as my thumb slid out of her mouth. I slowly reached around and cupped the back of her head as I gently tapped her over her lace-covered heat.

  “You’re already wet for me,” I whispered.

  “I think I’ve been wet for you most of this trip,” she muttered, and I groaned.

  “That was probably a very dangerous thing to say,” I said.

  “Maybe, but it’s the truth.”

  I took her mouth again, needing her, not knowing what else to say. “I want you,” I whispered.

  “Then take me,” she said, her voice sounding far steadier than I felt.

  I kissed her again before slowly going to my knees. Her eyes widened, and I watched as she tugged the rest of her dress off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet. I moved out of the way so she didn’t trip, and then she stood there in black lace panties, a matching bra, and those fucking amazing heels.

  “Jesus,” I whispered before kissing her over the lace. Her legs shook, but I kept her steady as I gently nipped at the material. “So hot,” I whispered.

  “I think my knees are going weak,” she panted.

  “I’ll take care of you.” I gently led her to the edge of the bed. She sat, and I spread her knees apart. She blushed all over, and I winked before looking my fill.

  “So beautiful.”

  I leaned down and gently rubbed my knuckle over her sweet folds, the lace wet and hot.

  “I need to taste you,” I whispered.

  “Please,” she said as she looked down at me, her chest heaving.

  I nodded and then lowered my head. I kissed her over the lace and then gently moved it to the side to better access her wet, glistening pussy. I lapped at her clit, spread her folds, and tasted her sweetness. She shuddered as I kept her thighs spread apart, my beard rubbing against her. I might leave a mark, but I wanted to. I wanted her to remember this, to feel this after tonight.

  She moaned my name, her legs starting to close, but I pressed them apart again, needing more. Needing everything. I slowly pleasured her, entering her with one finger and then another. She clamped around me. Her pussy was so fucking tight, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fit later, but for now, it didn’t matter. I just needed her to come on my face, to squeeze around my fingers and my tongue. And when I flicked her clit again, she froze for the barest instant. When I looked up, her mouth parted, her breasts flushed, and she came.

  A goddess in orgasm, on a crest of stunning beauty. She squeezed my fingers and my tongue, and I lapped her up. I kept licking her until she moaned again, trying to shove me away.

  “Beckett, let me kiss you. Let me do something. I can’t… I can’t think.”

  I grinned and then stood before sucking my fingers into my mouth. Her lips parted, and her hands went to her breasts. I wasn’t even sure she was aware that she was doing it. Her legs were still spread, and she looked fucking gorgeous.

  “Take off your bra, let me see those pretty breasts.”

  “You need to take off your shirt first,” she said.

  I winked. “Then we can do that at the same time.”

  She reached around and undid her bra. Her breasts fell heavily, her nipples hard, begging for my mouth. I undid my shirt cuffs and then the buttons running down. I let it fall behind me, and her eyes widened.

  “Like what you see?” I asked, teasing.

  “I knew you had ink, I’ve seen you shirtless. However, you right in front of me? Dear God.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I whispered before leaning over and kissing her again. I cupped one breast, my thumb running over her nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I could say the same about you,” she said, and I chuckled before kissing her again.

  She reached between us and rubbed my hard length through my pants. I groaned, rocking into her touch. “Beckett.”

  “I’m not done yet,” I whispered before leaning down to capture one nipple with my mouth.

  She arched into me, moaning, and I played with her breasts, licking and sucking, rolling her nipple between my fingers.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered again.

  And then she pulled away, her eyes wide as she panted. “Please, let me touch you.”

  “We can do that.”

  I toed off my shoes, and then both of us were scrambling as we undid my belt and shoved my pants down. I kicked them away, my cock hard and ready, the tip moistened with precum as it bounced against my belly.

  Her eyes widened, and she reached out, gripping my base.

  I groaned, freezing for a moment before rocking into her hold. “Eliza.”

  “Oh,” she said, her eyes wide, and I grinned. When she licked her lips, I almost came on those pretty breasts, but I refrained.

  Instead, I hovered over her, kissed her again, reveled in her tight grip around my dick as I leaned down next to her. “Let me play with you,” I said slowly.

  “Let me play, too.”

  And then we were kissing, hands roaming over each other. She kept pumping me, slow and then faster, tighter, and then softer again. I could barely hold back, knowing I would come too quickly if we weren’t careful. My hands went between us to play with her clit, and then I reached around her hips to spread her cheeks slightly and used her moisture to play with her.

  Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m just playing, I promise, I won’t go anywhere near that part of you with my dick.”

  “I would hope not,” she said on a laugh, and then she moaned as I gently probed her with my finger.

  “Beckett,” she gasped.

  I kissed her hard, gently playing with her before I spread her again, rocking into her hold.

  “I need to be inside you,” I whispered. “Because I don’t want to come on your belly right now. I’m really close.”

  “I don’t have a condom,” she said, freezing.

  I winced. “I do, in my wallet.”

  “Oh, good. Because I don’t want this to end right now.”

  I kissed her again, long and slow. It took the edge off slightly, enough so I could breathe and collect my thoughts.

  “I don’t want this to end either.” I met her gaze, but I didn’t know what either of us was thinking. I could barely breathe. I slowly got off the bed, pulled out the condom, and rolled it onto my length. She lay in the center of the bed, slightly raised on her forearms as she watched me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I groaned, squeezed the base of my cock so I wouldn’t come at just the sight of her, and swallowed hard.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” And then she rolled onto her stomach, moved to all fours, and winked.

  I grinned, knelt behind her, and slowly slid my hands over her ass.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I whispered before spreading her and gently probing her with the tip of my dick, even as I reached around to flick her clit.

  She pressed int
o me, and I slowly slid inside her, inch by inch.

  We both groaned, and then my knees shook. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed into her, filling her.

  Both of us called out, and I froze. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, you’re just really fucking big.”

  “Like I said, you say the sweetest damn things.”

  “Move, Beckett. I need you to move.”

  “I can do that,” I whispered.

  And then I moved, slowly rocking in and out of her as we found a rhythm that worked for both of us. She moved back, angling for me, and I went deeper. I couldn’t see her face, and I knew she was the one who had chosen this position. Maybe she didn’t want to see my eyes because it was too much. I understood that. I didn’t want things to change, but everything had already changed beyond recognition. And then I wasn’t thinking anymore. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I couldn’t wait. I needed to see her, needed to feel her. I pulled out, then moved us so she was straddling me, rocking on top of my dick as I played with her breasts. I fucked her, both of us arching into each other, moving fast, hurried and not at the best rhythm, but it was perfect, just what we needed. She looked down at me, her lips parted, her eyes wide, and I saw the temptation there. The need. And maybe a little fear.

  The same things I fucking felt.

  I pulled her down by the back of her neck, kissed her hard, and then flicked my thumb over her clit.

  When she squeezed my dick, gasping my name as she came, I followed her. I couldn’t help myself. I needed it, needed her.

  If this was a mistake, it was the sweetest one that I would never regret. At least, that’s what I told myself. I pushed those thoughts away for morning.

  For now, I had Eliza. Her warmth, her need. And I felt like this was perfection. Exactly what we needed.

  Even if it was the one thing we probably shouldn’t have done, it’s what we’d wanted.

  I hadn’t seen her. Not the real her. Not the woman currently lying on top of me as I held her close, sweetly running my hands down her back.

  I hadn’t seen her before. And I had been missing out.

  Now, I was afraid she would walk away. That this would be the end. Because once the drapes were drawn and the bags were packed, this would be over.

  I wasn’t sure I wanted that. I didn’t know if Eliza would stay. The sweetest mistake was the sharpest ache. I couldn’t have said no. I still wouldn’t.

  Even if this was the end.

  Chapter 15

  Eliza

  * * *

  The next morning, I opened my eyes to a man’s leg between mine, his arm wrapped around my waist. He was angled slightly so he cupped my breast, his rough palm against my nipple. I swallowed hard, knowing this wasn’t a dream. I was actually waking up with Beckett Montgomery holding me.

  It was…odd.

  After we’d shattered in each other’s arms and then lay there, panting, we hadn’t really needed to talk. We had cleaned each other up and then continued pleasuring each other—though with only one condom, there was only so far we could go. However, Beckett seemed to know exactly what to do to make every single moment count. It was intense, breathtaking, and possibly the best sex of my life.

  And yet, when we finally collapsed, exhausted, sated, and in each other’s arms, I had been afraid that when I woke up this morning, it wouldn’t be Beckett behind me, but the ghost that stood between us.

  I knew the man wrapped around me wasn’t Marshall. It hadn’t been Marshall for a long time. Far longer than he had been gone on patrol, tour, or even from this Earth.

  Our sex life had dwindled over time—a lot of our life had. I had thought it was because he was tired. Because he was working too hard. Because I was working so hard. I hadn’t realized it was because he had fallen for someone else—perhaps a woman he should have been with all along.

  Beckett’s breathing deepened slightly, and his hand slid down to grip my hip. “Good morning,” he said, his voice gruff against my neck.

  “Good morning,” I said and licked my suddenly dry lips.

  He shifted and kissed my neck. I shivered, arching into him. His cock was hard against my backside, and he kissed my neck again. “I wish I could just slide into you right now, but I can’t and be safe.”

  “I know,” I said, wiggling back into him. His groan sent quakes down my body.

  “I would say maybe later, but we have to pack.”

  I froze for a moment before sighing. “We need to check into our flights.”

  “And the bubble of vacation is over.”

  He said all this, yet didn’t let go of me. He kept me in his arms, and I closed my eyes, wishing that any awkwardness that crept over me would just go away.

  Why? Why was everything so weird?

  “I guess vacation is winding down,” I whispered.

  “I’m not going to say I’m sorry for what happened,” he said, his voice gruff. I froze for an instant before untangling myself from his arms and twisting to look at him. His eyes were dark, his beard coming in a little fuller. I reached up and pushed his hair away from his face so I could look him in the eyes.

  “I don’t think this was a mistake.”

  His eyes widened. “Eliza, did I take advantage of you?”

  I wanted to growl, wanted to push at him. He was being sweet. So, I would be sweet, as well.

  “No. You didn’t take advantage of me. If anyone took advantage, it was me.”

  His hand tightened on my hip. I hadn’t even realized he had been stroking me. It felt natural, as if we had done it a thousand times before. And yet, I knew better. Marshall had never been a cuddler, and I hadn’t realized that I was until this moment. Well, that was something else new I had learned about myself.

  “You took advantage of me? I don’t think so.”

  “I wanted you. I wanted last night to be about you and me and no one else. Not our families’ expectations. Not Marshall. Not even Brenna.”

  His gaze shot up. “Why the hell would it be about Brenna?”

  I cringed. “Maybe because I thought she loved you.”

  He shook his head. Paused. “You know? So did I.” He frowned. “She set me straight. Instead, she just hates me for keeping secrets.”

  “And here we are again, with the secrets.”

  “Oh, I can’t keep this a secret,” he said quickly.

  I snorted and then quickly put my hand over my face. “Did I just snort? In bed with you?”

  “Yes, but it’s fine. It was cute.”

  “I’m so awkward, Beckett. As I was saying, I wanted to have sex. With you. I didn’t actually think I would come to Florida and have sex with someone. I did think maybe I would breathe and flirt and just be okay with everything. I know that it might have worked out completely different than what I had first thought this week could be, but I’m glad. I can’t walk away with regrets. I won’t. The more I think about it, the more those regrets might just hurt everything. I have remorse about so many other things in my life. I can’t have this be one of them.”

  “Damn it, same here. I tried not to think about you over the years.”

  It was my turn to frown. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Really. I tried. I mean, you were married.”

  “You’re allowed to find a married woman attractive. But you didn’t say anything.”

  “How could I? I always tried to be there to help you when you were alone.”

  “I will forever be grateful that the Montgomerys never let me dwell. You never made me feel like I had to beg for help, either. Because there are some things I can’t do on my own.”

  “We were always there for you. We always will be. Even if I completely fucked up our relationship.”

  “You didn’t. If you did, then I did, and I’ve already fucked up too much in my life. I really can’t add this.”

  “So now what? What do we do?”

  He squeezed my hip and then shifted to sit up. The sheet dropped down slightly, and I sa
w his naked hip. I groaned. I couldn’t help it. He looked at me, his gaze smoldering.

  “I really wish I could just pull that sheet down and have my way with you, but we’re having a serious conversation.”

  I nodded and tugged the sheet up over my chest as I sat up.

  “We’re going home,” I said. “Once there, are we never going to talk about this again and just try to make sure our friendship works? Because you are my friend. Annabelle and Brenna and Paige might be the closest thing I have to sisters, but you’re my friend, Beckett. You’ve always been there, even if we did our best not to think about each other like that.”

  “You were married,” he said again softly.

  I swallowed hard. “I only had eyes for my husband.”

  “I didn’t think about you in any way beyond that I thought you were hot until well…until recently. Then you were grieving, and I was dealing with shit.”

  “You slept hard last night,” I whispered.

  “It might have been because of you. Or because of this bed.”

  “This bed is very comfortable. I kind of want to bring it back to Annabelle and Jacob’s.”

  He snorted. “Jacob makes enough money, I’m sure he could afford it.”

  “Well, I’ll put it on the list,” I whispered, teasing.

  “What are we doing when we get back?” he asked. “I’m not good about this. Feelings, relationships, taking the right steps… I came here to breathe, and I sure as fuck did.”

  That made me laugh. “Same. I don’t think I expected this. Or you.”

  “It’s all up to you. You make the decisions.”

  “Now that’s a cop-out.”

  “Fine,” he said gruffly, then shoved his hands through his hair. “I want you. I want you again. Once wasn’t enough for me.”

  “We both came more than once,” I teased.

  “Fine, one night wasn’t enough. I don’t know if you’re ready for that. I don’t even know if I am. I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with our family,” he said dryly.

  “Oh, yes, because it’s ours. My brothers? They’re just as bad as the Montgomerys.”