When I Fall

by J. Daniels

  “Call her back. I just realized I haven’t fucked your tits yet.”

  Her mouth falls open as the phone stops midway to her ear. She stares at me, shocked, her neck rolling with a noisy swallow. Her eyes move down my body. “Hold that thought.”

  God, she’s fucking perfect.

  Beth steps out into the hallway to answer the call. I’m sure she’s doing that so she’ll pay attention to whatever it is Mia has to say, and not the hand on my dick.

  She likes to watch, I know that now. She’ll force my hand where she wants it while I’m bringing her pleasure. Those wild eyes lingering on my flesh as her body submits to me. I’ve explored every part of her over the past two days, taken her how we both needed, harder when she demanded it, slower when she begged. I’ve fucked Beth Davis until my body burned with exhaustion, and I’m nowhere near my fill. That’s never happened to me, but it’s her, it’s fucking her, and it’s not just the sex that’s got me like this.

  It’s everything.

  The moments in between when we’re laughing in bed or on the couch, watching TV. When she’s telling me every tiny detail of her life and asking me about mine. I’ve never enjoyed being around someone this much before. She’s funny, she’s constantly saying shit that makes me laugh. She’s honest and sweet as hell, and she isn’t ashamed to ask for what she wants. Why the fuck would I want to do anything besides what we’ve been doing? The past couple days with her have been perfect.

  She shrieks in the distance. “Oh my God! Yes! That sounds like so much fun!”

  Shit. Why did I let her get up?

  She runs into the room, the phone pressed to her ear. “Mia wants to go dancing tonight with everyone to celebrate her fantastic news. You wanna go?”

  I watch, amused at her excitement, tucking my hands behind my head to prop myself up.

  She slowly looks away, laying her other hand against her cheek while she listens to Mia. “Oh, um, Reed. I’m at Reed’s house,” she says quietly into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Our eyes lock. She stares at me, sliding her hand down the side of her neck as a hint of a smile twists across her mouth. “Me too,” she says into the phone.

  I don’t need to hear the other side of this conversation to know what Mia just asked. That sweet fucking face at the end of the bed is giving it away.

  A strange stillness settles over me. My heart rate slows, my lungs taking in long, deep breaths, instead of the quick ones I’m used to taking whenever I look at her. There’s something about listening to Beth tell someone else she’s mine. Something so fucking right about it, like she’s always been meant to say it. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear it. I don’t just want Mia to know, I want everyone to know. People I don’t even give a shit about. My mind was made up five minutes ago that we weren’t going anywhere today. I sure as hell wasn’t in for going dancing, but hearing Beth’s voice, watching that damn smile stretch across her face, I’m ready to agree to anything that’ll get her out in public with me. I want her on my arm just as much as I want her in my bed.

  Maybe even more.

  “Yeah, definitely. Okay, great, we’ll see you there.” She walks back over to the pile of clothes and drops the phone on top. “We’re meeting them at six. Some place called Heat. Do you know where that is?”

  “Come here.”

  She scrapes her teeth along her lip, hesitantly crawling back on the bed. She kneels beside me. All dark hair, pale skin, and that sweet heart-shaped face.

  “Was it okay what I just did? Telling Mia we’re together?”

  I run my knuckles against her cheek. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.

  I spend the next two hours showing her just how okay it is.

  “THIS PLACE IS PACKED!” BETH yells over the music, some Lil Jon, or Lil Wayne song. Lil somebody, I don’t fucking know. She squeezes my hand as I lead her through the crowd of people on the dance floor.

  Fucking right it’s packed. It’s Saturday night, though. I wasn’t expecting the only nightclub in Ruxton to be dead, but I was hoping for it. If I have a hard time hearing Beth all night over this shit they’re blaring through the speakers, I might drag her out of here before we have time to celebrate with anyone.

  Through a break in the bodies, I spot Ben and Mia over by the bar. “Come on. They’ve got a table,” I tell her over my shoulder.

  As soon as Mia sees us, her face breaks into a huge, knowing smile. “Hey, you two.”

  She doesn’t need to yell. The music isn’t as deafening by the bar.

  Beth takes the stool next to Mia, and they exchange a brief hug before talking closely, looking over at me between every other word. I tip my chin at Ben as I take a seat.

  “Hey, man. Sorry we’re late.”

  Not really.

  Taking Beth to her aunt’s so she could get ready led to getting pulled into the shower, which led to returning to my house for another change of clothes, since mine were soaking wet. We were supposed to get here twenty minutes ago. Naked Beth and time management don’t mix well, but I’ll be late any damn time she wants to do that again.

  Ben looks at Beth, smiling like he’s just won the fucking lottery or something. Picking up his beer, he tips it at me. “I see you worked your shit out.”

  Nodding, I lean on my elbows, rubbing my hands together as he laughs behind his beer. “Yeah, it’s good. Do me a favor and try not to bust my balls tonight. I know you’re fucking ecstatic over this. You’re practically glowing.”

  “Never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Here we go.”

  “I might start taking pictures. Commemorate the evening.”

  I glare at him, but fuck, I can’t help smiling at the idiot. He’s happy for me. I’m on cloud fucking nine right now myself. “You’re such a dick,” I joke. My eyes scan the bar. “Where’s Luke and Tessa?”

  He shrugs, setting his beer down. “I haven’t talked to either of them since Wednesday. Luke’s kept his phone off for some reason.” He wraps his arm around Mia’s body, drawing her attention up. She smiles at him. “Angel, where’s my sister?”

  Mia’s face falls in concern as she looks around the table. Her shoulders drop. “I have no idea. I can’t get Tessa on the phone to save my life. It’s like her and Luke have gone into hiding or something. She texted me earlier after I left her another message. They’re supposed to be here.”

  “Maybe they’re both sick,” Beth suggests, slipping her hand into my lap. I grab her stool and slide her closer to me. “Hi,” she whispers against my arm.

  I kiss her hair. “Hi.”

  Mia smiles at us. She’s just as bad as Ben. Shaking her head, she drops her eyes to the table. “No, Tessa would’ve called if they weren’t coming. She wouldn’t just not show up.”

  “Angel, why don’t you just say what you want to say to Beth and Reed. They’re here. You might be waiting all night for the other two.”

  I’m fully focused on Mia now, as is Beth who goes stiff beside me. She’s thinking the same thing I am, more bad news, or something else we have to worry about. I don’t know if I can take hearing anything but positive shit from Mia right now. Not after Wednesday. But she doesn’t look worried. Ben sure as hell isn’t breaking shit and getting all of us thrown out of here.

  What could she have to say to us?

  Mia quickly kisses Ben, then turns back to Beth and I. “We just wanted to say,” pausing, her eyes lock onto something over my shoulder. She slaps the table. “There they are.”

  Looking over my shoulder, I watch Tessa and Luke move through the crowd. Tessa reaches the table first, waving a dismissive hand in front of her.

  “I know, I know, we’re late. Blame Luke.” She tugs her skirt down, looking around the table. Her eyes land on Beth, then me. She points a finger between the two of us, mouthing, “‘bout time.”

  Christ. It’s going to be the Beth and Reed show all night. Maybe we should’ve stayed home.

  Luke steps up, wrapping his arms around
Tessa and pulling her against his chest. “If she said it was my fault we’re late, she’s lying. I was ready an hour ago.”

  “Where have you been?” Mia asks Tessa, leaning forward. “I’ve been calling and texting you like crazy, and I get one response from you? What the hell?”

  Tessa bites her lip, smiling up at Luke. He drops his mouth to her ear and whispers something to her. She giggles.

  “Tessa!” Mia shouts.

  “Babe, you better tell them,” Luke says, kissing her temple.

  Tessa looks around the table, smiling so big her one lonely dimple is on display. She takes a deep breath, clamps her eyes shut, then holds up her left hand. “We got married yesterday!”

  Mia screams, clamping her hand over her mouth. Ben nearly spits out half his beer, choking on the rest he inhaled. My mouth falls open as I hear Beth utter, “holy shit,” under her breath.

  Holy shit is right. This is fucking awesome.

  “You got married? And you didn’t tell any of us?” Mia flies out of her chair and nearly tackles Tessa to the ground. “I can’t believe you. Oh my God, I’m so happy right now, but I could seriously punch you in the face.”

  She wraps Tessa into a hug, and they both start doing this weird combination of laughing and crying. It’s the strangest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

  I offer my hand to Luke, standing. “Congrats, man.”

  He shakes my hand, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen him have wiping across his face. His other hand runs over his buzzed hair. “Yeah, thanks. It’s fucking crazy. I’m still waiting for this shit not to be real.”

  “Fucker. I laid into you about this and you were planning on doing it all along? You should’ve said something.” Ben pulls Luke into a hug as Beth brushes against my back. She joins the girls in their hysteria, hugging Tessa and admiring her ring.

  Luke snorts, pulling back from Ben. “I should be thanking you. Saying all that shit to me and watching you with Mia. I don’t know what the fuck I was waiting for. I kept thinking I’d do it when she wasn’t expecting me to ask, but she was always looking at me, always ready. After all that shit on Wednesday, I looked at her and realized I didn’t care if she was expecting it or not. If I went another day without asking, I was going to start ripping your deck apart and breaking boards myself.”

  I cross my arms over my chest, frowning, looking between the two of them. “If either one of you wants shit to break, fucking ask me. I got a ton of spare wood in the bed of my truck. There’s no need to start pulling boards off the deck.” I settle my gaze on Luke. “Did you guys go to the courthouse?”

  He nods. “Yeah. I didn’t want to wait. And I didn’t care if anybody else was there.” He shifts his eyes between Ben and myself. “No offense.”

  “Do my parents know?” Ben asks, his eyebrows lifting when Luke shakes his head. “Shit. My mom is going to kill you.”

  “She’ll get over it,” Tessa says, coming up and standing next to Luke.

  He wraps his arm around her as Mia and Beth filter into the group.

  “This is how we wanted to do it. We can have a party or something if the families want to get together.” Tessa looks over at Ben. “Maybe if your deck ever gets finished, we can have it at your house.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s almost finished.”

  Ben laughs, pulling Mia in front of him, staring at me over the top of her head. “There’s nothing left but the stairs, right?”

  “Pretty much. I’ll be over sometime tomorrow to get started on them. After five, probably. I’m going with Beth to volunteer at the soup kitchen first.”

  All heads snap in my direction, including Beth’s. I ignore all but hers.

  She touches my elbow, looking up at me with wide, curious eyes. “You want to go with me? Really?”

  “Yeah. Can I?” I ask, suddenly feeling anxious about inviting myself to this.

  Beth never asked me to go with her when she told me she was volunteering tomorrow. This could be something she doesn’t want me to be a part of. Talking about being homeless was difficult enough for her. Maybe she doesn’t want me to see what it looked like.

  Shit. Why the fuck did I just blurt that out?

  My arms fall to my side as I become very unsure. “If you don’t want me there . . .”

  She wraps her arms around my waist, squeezing me tight. Her chin hits my chest as she smiles up at me. “I want you there. So much.”

  “Quick. Someone take a picture of this.”

  I glare at Tessa as I pull Beth against me. Everyone else is smiling, staring at me and Beth, acting like we’re some fucking exhibit at the museum they’ve all paid to look at.

  Jesus Christ. What is the big deal?

  The song changes overhead, something a little slower.

  Mia spins and grabs Ben’s shirt, pulling him. “Let’s go dance, babe.”

  “Angel,” he weakly protests.

  Mia looks up at him with pleading eyes. “Dance with me.”

  Sighing, Ben rubs a hand down his face, but lets Mia lead him out onto the floor. Tessa tugs against Luke’s hand.

  “No fucking way.”

  She puts her hand on her hip. “Really? Would you like me to go out there alone and let some sweaty creeper grind up against me? I’ll let them, Luke. If you don’t dance with me, I’ll, ah!”

  Luke picks her up and carries her through the crowd, mumbling something about Tessa driving him crazy.

  Laughing, Beth lifts her head from my chest and looks up at me. Her nose wrinkles. “We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to.”

  I don’t answer her. Not with words anyway.

  Grabbing her hand, I lead her through the crowd out into the middle of the dance floor. She spins around, putting my front to her back, and starts moving her hips, grinding her ass against my dick. I splay my hands over her flat stomach, moving with her. I don’t dance to shit like this, but I do know how to fuck, and that’s basically what we’re doing. She drops her head back against my chest, moaning when I dig my fingers into her hips. Her hands are in my hair, my lips are on her skin, kissing the line of her neck. No one is paying attention to us. I have no idea where Ben and Luke are with their women.

  I want her. Right now. Right here.

  My mouth presses against her ear as my hands move underneath her shirt. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”

  She gasps. Her eyes roll closed. “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to finger you right here?” I slide my hand an inch lower, teasing the top of her shorts. Her stomach clenches against my hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t care if anyone sees us.”

  “No.”

  “No?” I kiss below her ear. She shudders. “I think you’re lying. I think you want my fingers inside your tight little pussy so bad you fucking ache right now.”

  She spins around and grabs my face, crashing her mouth against mine, devouring me. She bites my lip. “The only thing I want near my pussy is this dirty mouth.” She palms my cock. “And this. Do you ache for me?”

  I groan, pushing more of myself into her hand. Fuck, Beth. “You know I do.”

  Tearing through the crowd, I pull her down the dark hallway leading to the back exit. I could fuck her outside in the alley. Press her tight body against the brick and make her scream in the dark. Beth apparently has other ideas.

  “Here.” She pulls my hand, stopping in front of the men’s room. “The women’s room will be packed.”

  I swing the door open, only seeing one pair of feet.

  Works for me.

  Taking the farthest stall away from the occupied one, I lock the door and begin ripping Beth’s shorts off.

  “Why didn’t you wear a dress?” I whisper.

  She wiggles out of her panties and pops the button on my jeans. “Why didn’t you?”

  “Funny.”

  Lifting her, guiding her legs around my waist, I clamp my hand over her mouth, pull my dick out, and slide in the first inch.

  So wet. Always so wet.


  “Fuck, Beth. I need this.”

  Her eyes roll closed. Moaning against my hand, she digs her nails into my shoulders, tilts her hips, wanting more of me, until . . .

  “Mm.”

  I freeze, not all the way inside her. Beth’s eyes flash open as her head tilts up, looking above us. I lower my hand as another moan comes from the occupied stall.

  “Oh my God,” Beth whispers through a laugh. “Do you think he’s jerking off?”

  “Oh, oh, mm,” a female voice softly cries.

  My eyes widen. “Nope.”

  Shit. We should’ve gone for the back exit. I could be buried balls deep inside her right now without a fucking audience.

  I begin to pull out, figuring we’re done here. Beth tightens her legs around my waist and grabs my neck.

  “Don’t. Keep going,” she urges breathlessly. Blush reddens her skin. Her eyes wander from my face.

  Well, look at that.

  I duck my head, forcing her to look at me as I slide my cock back inside her, as I give her exactly what she’s asking for. “Dirty girl,” I whisper against her hair. “You want to hear them while I fuck you? Are you gonna get off on that?”

  Another moan has Beth clenching down on me. She lets out a ragged breath, drops her head back against the stall, and gasps when I thrust into her hard. “Yes, yes, I want it,” she softly groans, squeezing me so damn tight I feel it in my spine.

  More noises ring out around us, but nothing I’m hearing comes close to the filthy sounds Beth is giving me. She grabs my face, kissing me, sucking on my tongue as her legs begin to shake. I fuck her harder, slapping her back against the stall.

  A strangled groan resonates in the air. “Ben, your dick, God, I love it. Give it to me. Give me that massive cock.”

  I suck in a sharp breath. No. No no no no no. Please, God, let there be another Ben in this club. Don’t let him say . . .

  “Mia,” the dude groans. No, Ben fucking groans, like an asshole, getting off three stalls down from me. You’ve got to be fucking . . .

  “God, you’re fucking wet, baby. You want this dick? Huh? You want it right here? Fucking this sweet pussy?”

  Mia gasps, moaning, “I want it everywhere.”