ZACK (The Beckett Boys, Book Five)

by Olivia Chase

  “A movie?” That makes her eyes widen. “That sounds fun…and not quite what I expected.”

  Her lips curve in a way that has me aching to taste her. I enjoy the pleasure in her eyes over such a simple date idea.

  I put my hand on the small of her back, savoring the feel of her body even through her coat. God, I want my fingers all over her. Inside her. My body is pulsing, and fuck, she smells amazing, like delicate flowers.

  I attempt to be a gentleman for, like, five seconds and guide her into the car.

  When I slide into my side of the car, I turn to her, eyeing her luscious mouth. “Princess, I hope you brought more lipstick with you, because I’m about to kiss it off.” My body is aching for me to taste her.

  “It’s smudge-proof,” she breathes, and after I reply, “Thank fuck,” I’m kissing her mouth and growling and digging my hands into her loose, silky hair, and she’s pressed against me.

  I kissed her yesterday, but I’m hungry for her again, as if it’s been a year since I tasted her mouth. My dick instantly gets hard from our contact. I nibble my way down her throat, tugging her hair back so I can lick the expanse of her neck.

  Her soft shudders send me into overdrive. I’m so fucking horny I can’t breathe.

  My hand slides of its own volition between the folds of her coat, stroking her belly over that thin red shirt. Her skin is burning hot, and she’s writhing against me. I let my thumb brush the very tip of her nipple, just for a second, then pull back.

  Her lips are swollen—the red lipstick is still in place, as she said—and her cheeks are pink. She’s heaving breaths and staring at me.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” I tell her, reining myself back in control. I can’t lose myself right now. “Let’s get going.”

  “I can’t keep up with you,” she admits with a breathless chuckle.

  “Don’t try, princess. Just enjoy the ride.” I wink and then turn the car on and drive to the theater.

  We head down the highway toward a Cineplex.

  “Did you look through my phone?” she asks randomly.

  I raise a brow and eye her. “Why, are you hiding nudie pics that I missed or something?”

  She laughs and pushes against my shoulder with hers. “No, you ass. I was…” She bites her lower lip. “I don’t have it locked, and I’m starting to realize that was probably dumb.”

  “Maybe another lesson to take away from this experience,” I say lightly. I change lanes. “And no, I didn’t look through your phone.” I pause. “Well, much.” I may have added myself into her phone as a contact. But I kept it pretty respectable, especially for me. Didn’t even read her texts, despite my temptation to see who she talks to.

  “Fair enough,” Autumn says with a laugh. “Thank you.”

  We get to the theater. I buy our tickets, and we head inside and go right for the concession stand.

  “What do you normally get here?” she asks me, nodding toward the food menu board.

  “I have a ravenous appetite,” I warn her.

  That makes her smile widely. “Somehow I don’t doubt that.”

  “Large popcorn, Thin Mints, and the biggest fucking gallon of Dr. Pepper that was ever created,” I say in answer to her question. “And what do you want tonight?”

  “That sounds perfect to me,” she says. “I’d like the same.”

  “You do realize the popcorn here comes with its own zip code,” I say, pointing at an empty bucket to show her how big it is.

  She arches a brow. “Are you challenging me, sir? Do you not think I can finish a popcorn on my own?”

  I lean toward her, brush her hair from her ear, then whisper, letting my lips touch her skin. “Oh, I’m eager to see how much you can take in.”

  Her soft inhalation is a stirring reward. I pull back, feeling victorious that I managed to keep her on edge, and place our orders.

  We get our food and find seats—near the back row, of course. The movie, a horror film that’s been out since last month, starts with about five years’ worth of previews, giving us time to get settled.

  Not to mention there are only a couple of other people here, at they’re near the front of the theater. Score. We’re basically all alone in here.

  “I hope you like scary movies,” I tease her. “Feel free to jump in my lap anytime you get frightened.”

  She eyes me with a grin. “I’m a huge fan of scary films, actually. I haven’t seen this one yet though—it looks great.”

  I let my face take on a disappointed look. “So no screaming and clutching me, then? That sucks.”

  “Not unless you get afraid,” she says sweetly. “Feel free to jump in my lap if it’s too intense for you though.”

  Her thigh is pressing against mine, and every time she shifts, I’m aware of it. I reach down and stroke her knee—not being pushy. But I do want to slowly arouse her. I want to see how far this sexy, innocent, yet mouthy princess can be pushed.

  “Um. So, I teach second graders,” she says out of nowhere as the previews flash for a new movie.

  “You’re a teacher?” Fuck. She’s even more pure than I realized. She teaches little kids, for God’s sake.

  Autumn is way too good for me. If I were a good man, I’d remove my hand from her leg and sit politely beside her during the movie, then drop her off at home and never see her again.

  Too bad I’m not that honorable. I can’t stop caressing her bare flesh.

  “I’m working on my Master’s degree,” she adds.

  “So, you’re one of those smart chicks,” I reply, letting my thumb move across her skin. I can hear her breathing grow rapid with my touch. I don’t have a degree, but I know an aroused woman when I see one.

  “I don’t know about that,” she says on an exhale. “I…” She swallows and clenches her bucket of popcorn. “Um. So what exactly is it you do?”

  “I’m in the security business,” I tell her simply. Which is true, in essence. “No fancy schooling for me.”

  “School doesn’t make people smart, trust me,” she retorts. “I’ve encountered a lot of idiots in grad school. You’d be surprised.”

  When my hand slides up her thigh just a fraction of an inch, her legs stiffen for a moment in surprise, and then she relaxes. I don’t go up any further, just keep stroking her skin until she gets comfortable again.

  In the pale blue glow of the theater lights, her face is angelic, but her heavy-lidded eyes speak of sin. She wants me, that’s for sure.

  And my own body is responding to her arousal.

  The movie starts. The lights go dim, and there are eerie sounds pulsing in the theater.

  Autumn takes a sip from her soda and then giggles as some of it drips down her chin. She grabs a napkin. “That is embarrassing. I swear I can normally drink and swallow just fine. I must be nervous.”

  “Don’t be nervous, princess,” I murmur.

  Her lips are still wet and glistening.

  I reach up and stroke her lower lip. My dick is pounding to press between those sexy-as-fuck lips. God, I want to take her every dirty way I can think of. She drives me wild. “And I bet you swallow just fine.”

  Then with careful, slow movements, I push my finger between her lips, which gently part for me as she sucks the tip of my finger in.

  My dick is hard enough to punch through a brick wall now. Those innocent little suckles make my whole body throb. Fuck. I can’t help it. I put my popcorn on the seat beside me and then I kiss her. I can’t get enough of touching her, tasting her mouth. She tastes of butter and sweet mint and something intangible, and she’s so fucking responsive.

  Heavy footsteps coming up the aisle to my left jerk me out of the moment. I pull away from her tempting mouth to see a shadowed man thundering toward us. The movie screen flashes bright white, illuminating his features, and now I can tell who it is.

  Fuck.

  My illustrious cousin, Jax—Smith’s brother. What the fuck is he doing here? The fury on his face, the stiffness in
his body, is palpable.

  “You missed the beginning of the movie,” I tell him in an attempt to cover up my nerves.

  Jax moves into the aisle right in front of me, openly glaring. Autumn stiffens but doesn’t speak.

  “Are you fucking nuts?” Jax hisses at me. “Coming by and threatening Outlaws again? Seriously, how many more times do we have to tell you and your dumbass brothers to leave it alone? It’s our place, not yours. You’re never getting it.”

  “And yet, you’re wrong,” I retort lightly. “I have solid proof that it’s ours. Maybe if you guys learned to read, you’d understand.”

  Jax leans forward and breathes, “Enough is enough. Don’t come to Outlaws again. Or else.”

  I stand up and glare down at him. “Or else what?”

  He rears back, and then his massive fist connects hard with my nose.

  Autumn

  When Zack’s head snaps back from the punch the blond man delivers to his nose, I can’t help but gasp loudly. Zack shakes his head, a small dribble of blood coming from one nostril, and reaches forward to grip the guy’s collar.

  Then they’re both wrestling around, shoving, fists and angry words flying.

  It should be terrifying. A real fight, broken out in front of me. I’ve never seen one before.

  It should be, but it’s not.

  Instead, I’m filled with a rush of adrenaline, watching these men, and it’s thrilling in a way I never would have expected. My whole body feels alive. Charged.

  On impulse, I reach down to my right and grab my large soda, then dump it on the blond guy. When the icy-cold liquid splashes on his head, soaking his hair and face and chest, he sputters and freezes. His hot glare turns on me in shock.

  Zack explodes into a laugh. “Holy fuck,” he says to me, “that was amazing.”

  A couple of flashlights come beaming up the aisle, along with the trample of feet. “What’s going on up here?” comes a loud voice.

  “Shit,” Zack says, reaching down to take my hand. “Time to go, princess.”

  I don’t think. I just grab my coat and purse in my other hand and run, breathless, following Zack down the aisle and out the exit farthest from the melee. He and I are laughing so hard that we’re almost gasping for air. We shove the cinema’s exit doors open and sprint out into the chilly night.

  Our chortles follow us all the way to his car, where we quickly dart in and lock behind us. Zack peels out of the parking lot, and then we’re out of there.

  I press a hand to my chest. My cheeks are sore from laughing so much. “I can’t believe I did that! I actually dumped my drink on someone. I’ve only ever seen that in the movies.” My guffaws are ridiculous, but I can’t hold them back.

  “You were fucking awesome,” he says in a warm praise that flutters in my belly. “Way to go.”

  “Who was that?” I ask. “And what did he want? Why was he insisting that Outlaws was his—is he one of the owners or something?”

  Zack sighs. “Long story. I’ll tell you about it another time.”

  God help me, that was foolish and crazy, but I want there to be another time. I’ve never felt so alive as I have with him.

  I unbuckle my seatbelt and get to my knees in the bucket seat of his car. Zack side eyes me from the driver’s side but doesn’t say a word, doesn’t move. I press my lips to the throbbing pulse at the base of his throat, just to the side of the black-lined tattoo. Slide my lips up to his ear. The shudder he gives sends a feminine surge through me, makes my pussy clench.

  “Why did what happened in the movie theater turn me on so much?” I ask him.

  He groans when my teeth graze his flesh. “I think some part of you really wants to be a bad girl, don’t you.”

  I stroke his chest beneath his jacket, savoring the feel of the hard muscles beneath my palms. “I think maybe so.”

  “Let me show you what I can do to you, princess. Let me make you feel good.”

  I get a strong flash of nervousness, mingled with a throb of arousal, that makes my heart skip several beats.

  Zack pulls the car over to the side of the road, shifts into park, then captures my mouth in a hot and possessive kiss. It’s far more intense than any he’s given me until now. It’s like he’s plunging deeply into me, in a way that makes me feel raw and fragile and yet intensely erotic.

  I crave more.

  I meet every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hand. I give as much as I get. I can’t keep my fingers from exploring him, sliding under his shirt to touch his firm, muscled waist.

  And then I get a mental flash, perhaps an intuition of our future, of me wrapping my legs around his torso, our bodies naked and grinding together. The fantasy has me dripping wet in no time.

  And his hands…his experienced, wicked hands are kneading my flesh and reaching down to cup my ass. He groans against my mouth.

  “Tell me to drop you off at home, Autumn. Tell me to leave you and walk away.”

  But I can’t.

  Instead, I suck his lower lip between my teeth and nibble. I ache for him. My cunt is throbbing so hard that it almost hurts. My poor panties are soaked.

  “Last warning,” he growls. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, filled with an intensity so strong it’s almost like anger reflecting back at me. But I can tell it’s his lust. He boldly pushes his hand under my shirt and caresses my breast over my bra. Then his fingers dive between the fabric and my skin and oh God, my flesh pebbles instantly when he flicks the tip of my nipple.

  “Please,” I beg him, throbbing, aching. I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Satisfaction. Relief. His attention. Any and all of that.

  He gives me another searing kiss that drenches my panties even more, and then he puts the car back in drive and flies down the street to my apartment. We barely take time for him to park the car before we’re out of, our mouths and hands on each other again. Seeking, greedy.

  I manage to unlock my door and then I’m suddenly on the floor, pinned beneath him. It’s so dirty, so animalistic, that he can’t even wait to get me onto a piece of furniture. That he wants and needs me right here. Right now. Just like this.

  His hands shove my skirt up to my waist, and I wiggle out of my coat and fumble for the bottom of my shirt.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathes as he looks at the length of my bare legs. Then he takes over my efforts, pushing my shirt up and off, unclasping my bra in a move that is smooth and surely practiced. His mouth is hard and hot on my rigid nipple, and I gasp at the sensation, clench his head closer to my skin.

  He sucks, and his fingers slide between my thighs to stroke my damp panties. Zack withdraws from my breast long enough to growl, “God, princess, you’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you. You’re a dirty little slut, and I’m going to make you come for me. Right here on your living room floor.”

  The words reach deep inside me and pull out a response I’ve never felt before. I’m swollen, aching, needy, my legs shaking. I press the bottom of my high heels to the ground, knees drawn up, thighs apart. Shamelessly open for him.

  He reaches for the waistline of my panties, and I hear the fabric rip. Oh God, that sound just pushes me right to the edge of coming. My pussy is spasming to be touched, despite my small tinge of fear about the unknown.

  No one has ever touched me down there before.

  He must sense my nervousness, because he draws up until our mouths are aligned. “Let me give this to you,” he breathes against my lips. “Stop overthinking. Just feel.”

  When I stare into his eyes, I see his sincerity. His desire. His kindness. My fear melts away. This man wants to pleasure me. And I want it so badly I can taste it.

  I nod.

  That’s all he needs. He’s moved back down, perched on his knees, his head between my thighs. One of his hands grips my breast, kneading, stroking, drawing my desire stronger and stronger. My core is pulsing in time with my heartbeat, an erratic throb that streaks throughout my body.

 
; I never knew I could feel like this, and he’s barely touched me.

  There’s a hot, damp wetness pressed against my most delicate place, and I gasp when his tongue strokes my clit.

  “Oh yes,” I cry out, pressing my palms to the ground, my entire body trembling now, not just my legs. I can feel my juices coating his mouth, and it’s unbelievably sexy.

  “Fucking God, you taste unbelievable.” His erotic words spur me on. I push myself against his seeking lips and teeth. “I need more.”

  He nibbles, strokes, licks. Thrusts two fingers inside my clenched pussy, and I’m so close, I’m so close…

  When he curls his fingers toward my belly, stroking that delicious spot in my channel, I explode, my ass jerking off the ground, a long cry slipping from my lips.

  “Yes, fuck, yes baby,” he says, milking me, sucking every drop from my pussy that he can draw out. “I can feel your cunt tightening around my fingers. That’s so fucking sexy, Autumn.”

  I’m almost dizzy from lightheadedness. I’ve never orgasmed like this before. Never felt like every single cell in my body was combusting. Never dreamed it could be this intense.

  I start to come down from the orgasmic high, my body sagging to the ground. Zack moves from between my thighs to lay beside me on the wooden floor. I let my head fall to the side, facing him. His eyes are dark in the dim light—we hadn’t even bothered to turn on a lamp. But I can see the wicked look on his face and in his eyes.

  His hands don’t stop touching me. He’s caressing the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, my ribs. I’m dissolving from his touch.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  When he leans toward me and brushes a kiss on my mouth, I can smell myself on him. Taste myself. The dirtiness of that makes my stomach clench in another flare of arousal. God, this man might make me sexually insatiable. If that was just him going down on me, how would it be if we did more?

  If I were to touch his cock, perhaps even suck it?

  My fingers are hesitant with my nervousness as I let my hand drift to touch him down there. His dick is so hard that I can feel it pressing against his fly. I squeeze it gently, and he gives a groan that almost sounds painful.