Hale (The Beckett Boys, Book Seven)

by Olivia Chase

  I can’t help but ask, “And what is that?”

  His eyes grow hooded. “Lie you back on this table and eat your pussy until you come for me.”

  Oh, God. So wicked. “But there are people here,” I say, glancing around.

  “People who would be jealous that I’d get to taste your cream.”

  That’s just too far…isn’t it? I couldn’t imagine getting off with anyone around. Even though my brain is scandalized, I can feel myself dampening my panties at the idea of him licking me so boldly in public. Other people watching me take my pleasure.

  “I dunno. Something tells me you might like it more than you think you do.” His voice is husky, sexy, driving me crazy. How am I going to make it through dinner with him? I’m already so wet and turned on. My nipples are painful, tight tips. Aching to be touched. Kissed. Teased. All the things I’ve read about, heard about, but have never experienced.

  The waiter thankfully rescues me by taking our food orders. We both get strip steak, medium rare, and Hale gives me a nod of appreciation at my choice.

  The conversation moves to safer ground, with us sharing childhood memories. Hale tells me what it’s like being a twin…and having four other brothers. I can’t fathom how chaotic his household must have been growing up. So he regales me with stories about how he and his brothers used to punk each other, pick on each other…but at the end of the day, they always had each other’s backs.

  “Is it still like that?” I ask.

  His eyes grow shadowed. “No. Things have…splintered.”

  “I’m sorry.” I can see the emotion in his eyes, the hardness in his jaw. He’s hurt.

  “It’s fine. I don’t need them anyway. I have a plan.”

  “To win the boxing tournament,” I say.

  “Damn right.” A spark of light comes back to his face. “I’m going to win and start competing professionally. I’ll make myself a household name.”

  Our food arrives. We dig in. My steak is perfect, juicy and tender. I give a little moan when I put a slice in my mouth.

  “Careful, sweetness,” he says, eyeing me. “You might get me thinking dirty thoughts about those sexy lips of yours.”

  I don’t know what comes over me. But I fork another piece of steak and, keeping my gaze locked on his, slide it slowly into my mouth, savoring it.

  His nostrils flare. “Fuck. I want you so badly right now I can’t even stand it.”

  “I—”

  “Hale?” a light voice says, interrupting me. We both look over to see a blonde poured into a tiny black dress staring down at him. She’s not even giving me the time of day. But the fury in her eyes is evident, even if not aimed at me. “I thought that was you.”

  Uh-oh. Hale tilts his head as he peers at her, a frown on his face.

  Her jaw tightens. “You seriously have no idea who I am, do you? Unbelievable. You had no problem banging me, but God forbid I ask you to actually go out somewhere with me. You made it quite clear what you wanted from me.”

  He winces. “Shit. Teri. Yes, I do remember you.”

  She gives a mock gasp. “Praise be, the glorious Hale acknowledges me.”

  My stomach is flipping hard. I’m so uncomfortable right now, I just want to leave. Now I remember why this wasn’t a good idea. Because a man like Hale is bad news for me. I’m not the kind of girl who wants what he’s clearly offering—a one-night stand, followed by being dumped.

  He purses his lips. “You’re starting to attract attention.”

  That makes Terri red. “You’re an ass, Hale Beckett. Don’t ever call me again if you’re looking for booty.” She turns and looks at me, shaking her head. “Get out now, sister.” Then she spins around and stalks off.

  God, I just want to sink into the ground. Hale is fuming, and I can see him struggling to get his anger under control.

  Neither of us speaks for several minutes. Dinner is awkward as hell, and I have no appetite anyway. I just pick at my half-eaten food.

  I can’t do this. I drop my fork and say, “Look, I have to go.”

  “What?” He snaps his head up to look at me. “What the hell? You’re just going to leave in the middle of dinner?”

  “After what I just saw? Yes I am. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t even be here.” I grab my purse and leave the table as quickly as I can, my face on fire, my hands shaking. I need to escape. Get distance. I have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do tomorrow, and possibly for many more days if he continues to win bouts.

  I push through the restaurant’s doors, ignoring the hostess who wishes me a good day because my throat is constricted, and step into the dark. My fingers tremble as I load up the Uber app. It’s fine. I’ll go home and take a bath, try to forget this night ever happened. What a disaster. I let myself be drawn in by him. Foolish me.

  As I’m passing by the back of his car, a tug on my upper arm spins me around, and I’m faced with an angry Hale, eyes heated on mine.

  “I can’t believe you just walked out on me like that. In the middle of dinner.”

  I yank my arm from his grasp. “And I can’t believe I even agreed to this dinner in the first place.” Now anger is filling me too, and though I’m probably a good foot shorter than him, I glare at his face. “I let myself be—” I stop thankfully in time…I was about to do some confessing that I really didn’t want to do.

  “You let yourself be what?” he growls. “Tell me.”

  I press my lips together.

  Hale takes another step closer, crowding my space. “Tell. Me.”

  I draw in a breath through my nostrils. “I let myself be lured in by you. But you’re just a player, and it’s clear you and I are incompatible.”

  “I’m not a player.” He almost looks hurt by the accusation. “Despite what you may think, I rarely date.”

  “Really? Tell that to Teri. She seemed to be super hurt by you just dumping her after you two…” I don’t even want to finish that sentence.

  He exhales hard and pinches the bridge of his nose. “So you heard one side of the story, and you’re all too willing to jump to the conclusion that everything she said is completely true.”

  I know he’s right, and the words sting a little. But I don’t want to just be another girl he pumps and dumps. I’m far too attracted to him for that. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. “I…I should go.”

  “Is that what you want? Because if you really want to go, I’ll take you home.” Hale leans down until our faces are inches apart. “But I think that isn’t what you really want. I think what you need is to come so hard that you scream.”

  My breath locks in my lungs. I shake my head, but the gesture isn’t as strong as I’d like it to be.

  Hale must sense my weakness. He cups the back of my neck and draws me near until our mouths are hovering a fraction apart. “Teri and I had bad chemistry. I didn’t feel for her anything close to what I feel for you.” He presses against me until my backside is resting on the trunk of his car. His hands are hot on my waist, tugging me flush to his body. He dips his head down and mouths my throat, and I shudder. “I don’t like to settle.”

  I can’t help it. My fingers grip his shoulders as his tongue glides along my collarbone. “Oh God.”

  “Don’t leave,” he murmurs against my skin. He pulls back and grabs my hand, then opens the back seat and settles me in. “I just need to fucking taste you.”

  “Right here?” My eyes grow wide as I stare at him. The desire on his face is palpable. He’s not lying about wanting me, that much is sure.

  Hale scoots in and closes the door behind him. We’re both in his backseat, me panting slightly, him reaching over to stroke my thighs. My skin grows sensitive. “Tell me yes.”

  “I’ve…” I’m too nervous to tell him I’ve never had someone down there before. At all. I squeeze my eyelids shut.

  “Don’t be scared.” He must sense why I’m so hesitant, which makes me even more mortified. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He’s ove
r me again, and now his mouth is hard on mine, and I’m growing wet and squirmy as his hands roam my stomach, my thighs, cup my breasts, which are heavy and throbbing.

  I groan when his thumb brushes my nipple. Oh shit, it’s better than I imagined it would feel. He’s between my legs, heat pouring off him, and I’m clutching his back like he’s a lifeline. I drop my head back, exposing my neck, and he sucks my throat, the sensation just adding to my arousal. I want him everywhere on me. I don’t even care anymore that I’m so inexperienced.

  One of his hands glides down my belly to caress my inner thigh, and I shift to widen my legs.

  “Such a good girl, needing to be touched, aren’t you,” he breathes against my skin. His hand moves to my apex, just resting there for a moment, cupping my intimate flesh. It’s everything I can to do to keep from pressing against him, begging him to show me what it’s like to have someone make me come.

  Then he squeezes.

  Having him grip me in this way—primal, needy—makes my hunger spike. I dig my nails into his back.

  “I have to taste you,” he growls, and then his head is down there, and he’s nudging my skirt up. I can feel his hot breath on my pussy, over my panties. I’m so wet and turned on that I could scream.

  “Please,” I find myself begging. “I…I need…”

  “I know what you need, sweetness.” He shoves my panties aside, and then his mouth is on me, and I buck against his face, shocked, gasping, so fucking wet and slick under his tongue. “Oh God, you taste like sin. Unbelievable.” He’s devouring me, and I can’t speak.

  I just cling to him, letting him taste me, take whatever he wants.

  When he looks up at me from between my thighs, those eyes hot and intense on me, I almost come. He lifts his mouth a fraction, enough to say, “Unbutton your shirt. I want to see those gorgeous tits.”

  My fingers are moving before I even register that I’m following his command. I unbutton for him, breathless, my breasts straining against my lacy bra.

  He reaches up and draws a cup down, exposing me to him. Then his finger is sliding inside my pussy, which is soaked, and his mouth is on my nipple, and I’m overwhelmed and needing to explode. The sensation of his finger thrusting into me is driving me wild. His teeth are biting gently on my nipple, and I’m going to shatter apart for this man any second now.

  “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he whispers against my breast. “I want you to come on my mouth. Cup your tits for me and keep those nipples hard, sweetness.”

  Right now, I’m so mindless that I’d do anything he asked. I push the other cup down and caress my breasts, which are sensitive and swollen. He moves back down to my pussy and gives a solid swipe of his tongue across my clit, and I cry out.

  He moves his finger inside me faster, faster, and I can feel he’s curved it by the way it’s stimulating my upper wall. I’m starting to shudder against him. He sucks my clit into his mouth, nibbling, licking, eating me like I’m his last meal.

  “I’m…” I’m panting so hard I can barely talk.

  “Come for me, Phoebe,” Hale demands in a harsh tone. “Fucking come all over my mouth like the dirty little girl you are. I want to taste that come.”

  I’m shaking so hard against him, elbows dug into the seat beneath me, pelvis pushed against his mouth. Hale slides another finger into me, and he moves his mouth all over me, sucking on my mound, my labia, fucking me hard with those two irresistible digits.

  “Come,” he breathes. “Come.”

  And then I do. The surge flies over me, and my clit is pounding, and my body tightens beneath him, giving him what he commanded of me. I’m coming in a way I never have before by myself. It’s intense, erotic, almost spiritual in its depth.

  My toes are curled in my high heels, planted on either sides of his hips.

  “Oh God,” he groans as he laps me up. “Fuck yes. You’re gushing for me.” He doesn’t relent, keeping up the pace as my orgasm continues to take over my body.

  Finally, finally, it starts to ebb. My muscles relax from their tenseness, and he withdraws his fingers, licking each one, savoring me, eyes locked on mine. I’m breathless. Blown away.

  This man could destroy me.

  Hale scoots up until he’s kneeling right in front of me. He cups my cheeks and gives me a kiss. Nothing dirty this time. A brush against my lips. A tender moment that brings a lump to my throat.

  I’m telling myself that this was just a date. A date that ended with some dirty making out…and an intense orgasm…but nothing more. And yet the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to explore more of me, thoroughly…

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he says, a smile tilting up the right corner of his mouth.

  I feel something chipping away in me at the sight of this man taking pleasure in how he gave me pleasure. Is he for real? Do guys really ever feel this way? I bite my lower lip and give a shy smile. “That was…wow.”

  He laughs. “Tell me about it.” He straightens. “Well, I’m glad you let me convince you to stay.”

  I can’t help it. I huff out a laugh. “I am, too.”

  Hale

  My phone buzzes in my pocket as I’m pouring a beer behind the bar, and I can’t help but smile. It’s her. I just know it.

  We’ve been talking every day since our date a few days ago. Our conversations have ranged all over the place, from light and silly to serious. I’m really getting to know this woman in a level I never expected. And I don’t think she expected it either.

  I’m finding myself addicted to her. Needing to talk to her as much as I can. Wanting to make her laugh, to shock her with my flirtatious words.

  I slide the beer mug over to Harold, one of our regulars. “Anything else for you, man?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and sips at the small layer of foam. “Nope, I’m good.”

  When I’ve scoped out the bar patrons and made sure no one else is looking for a beer at the moment, I glance down at my phone.

  It’s a picture of Phoebe, lying on her couch, wearing a tank top and shorts. And no bra. I can see her nipples through the fabric. My cock goes instantly hard as I remember suckling them.

  It’s been hell going to the arena every day, seeing her work but not being able to touch her. She’s so damn irresistible, a fireball drawing me directly to her like the sun. Every time I go, I can’t help but search for her. Needing her smile to cheer me on before I begin my next fight. It’s become a sort of superstition now, I suppose.

  Are you trying to get me hard at work? I type.

  The reply comes an instant later. Is it working?

  Fuck yes.

  She sends a winky emoticon. How goes things at Fugitives? Did you try out that new promo you were going to give a shot?

  My chest gets this funny squeezing feeling right beneath my ribcage. A couple of days ago, I offhandedly mentioned I was going to try a new strategy to bring more women in for Thursday ladies night, which is tonight. She actually gave me a couple of ideas on how to draw women in. And it worked.

  But the part that gets me is she remembered. And she cares enough to ask about it.

  This girl is getting to me. We do a lot of sexy flirting, yes. But we also share real thoughts. She’s started opening up to me about her family, hinting that her bad childhood is why she got adopted into another family. I’ve shared that I get frustrated with my brothers for leaving me and Axel to deal with all the mess.

  I can’t stop thinking about her.

  But still, I can’t let down my guard. I’m not going to be like my brothers. I’m not letting a woman deter me from my path. I may like her, yes. And I fucking want her as much as I want my next breath of air. But I can’t let her take too big of a place in my heart. And I sure as hell won’t tell her how much she’s impacting me.

  She isn’t telling me that either. Which is good. I know it is. Even though part of me would like to hear what she thinks of me. What she’s feeling.

  Yes, the promo
is working, I write her back. Thanks for the idea. I take a quick selfie of me behind the bar and send it to her.

  You look good in black.

  I look good on you.

  You’re making me blush. There’s a pause, then she adds, I like it.

  I can’t stop grinning.

  “Hale,” Axel says. “I need a round of shots, yo.”

  I push my phone into my back pocket and focus on work. When I slide the shot glasses toward Axel, he’s eyeing me with a knowing look.

  “What?” I challenge.

  “Who’s the broad?”

  Fuck. “What are you talking about?”

  Axel just quirks a brow at me. “Seriously? I’m not fucking stupid.” He scoops the shots up and shakes his head. “Just watch out, man.”

  His words make me feel unsettled. He’s right. I should be watching out better than I am. But instead, I’m finding myself thinking about her first thing in the morning…and right before I drift off to sleep.

  And a helluva lot in between those, too.

  Now I feel paranoid, awkward. She shouldn’t matter this much to me. I’ve only known her for a few days. It’s not a big deal.

  My phone buzzes again. I make myself leave it in my pocket for several minutes while I wait on customers until I can’t stop myself.

  So where are we going Saturday night? You never did say.

  The day after our date, I set up another. I had to. The thought of not seeing her outside of the tournament again was torture. Of course, now Axel’s fucking warning is ringing in my ears. It’s fine though. I’m not going to fall in love with her or anything. I can be attracted to her without it going too far. It’s a surprise, I write back.

  I like surprises. I’m hoping this one doesn’t involve a bitter ex. Lol

  At least she’s laughing about it. I was a little worried that was going to fuck things up, but after I explained a little more about Teri, she understood. No bad surprises, I promise.

  Tell me how I should dress.

  Oh fuck, the temptation with that innocent statement. Wear as little clothing as possible.