ZACK (The Beckett Boys, Book Five)

by Olivia Chase

  “Stroke your nipples,” I order her. My dick is throbbing now but I ignore it, focusing on getting us home safely but still making her come. I increase my pace between her thighs as she loses herself in the moment.

  God, I love this woman. I love how wicked and innocent and beautiful she is. I can feel her cunt tightening around my finger as I swirl and push, pressing my palm on her mound for further friction.

  “Oh, oh, God,” she cries out, dropping her head to the headrest. She’s flicking the tips of her nipples, pulling and twisting gently, and I can smell her heat filling the cab.

  I rub her with frantic movements, dying to get her off, needing it more than I need my next lungful of air.

  She bites her lower lip, stiffens, and then a wild cry pours out of her as she cups her breasts and her cream gushes out. “God, God, I’m—” The orgasm must be a good one, because she stops speaking. Her tits are flushed, my whole body is burning alive, and I need to be inside her right now.

  I’m still touching her as I pull into the apartment’s parking lot. Fucking yes, finally. I withdraw my hand and rub the digits on her lower lip, coaxing her to taste herself.

  My naughty woman opens her eyes, looks right at me, and pulls my fingers in all the way in her mouth. I’m so fucking aroused I could come in my pants from that sight alone. Holy fuck.

  I whip my car door open. “Get inside, now.” I know I sound harsh, but I can’t seem to speak. She wraps her coat around her naked breasts, leaving the bra and shirt in place—good girl, I didn’t tell her to cover herself back up—then follows me as I key the door and tug her inside.

  And then I’m on her, not even bothering with turning on the lights. I’m ripping her clothes off, and she’s scrambling for mine, and then we’re both naked, finally, thank sweet Jesus. I kiss her, tasting her cunt on her lips, savoring the delicious musk of her flavor.

  I usher her into our bed, then begin feasting on her cunt. Her thighs fall apart as she grips my head and moans. I suck her clit, her labia, making her wetter than she was even before.

  “Zack,” she pleads, “I need you inside me.”

  I reach for the condoms but she shakes her head no.

  “You sure?” I ask. We’ve talked about someday wanting kids, maybe even soon, but nothing’s been officially planned yet.

  She nods, her eyes heavy with desire. “Yes, I’m sure. I want to feel all of you, baby.”

  “Don’t have to ask me twice,” I mutter, pulling out my cock and getting ready to feel all of her delicious wetness with nothing between us.

  Then I’m in her beautiful pussy, her body wrapped around mine, and my heart gives a squeeze of pleasure. This woman is where I belong.

  And her pussy feels tighter and wetter and better than I can fucking handle.

  I groan, trying to hold out.

  “I love you,” I say against her throat. I kiss her there, and her delicate sigh rumbles through me.

  I don’t ever want to let her go.

  “I love you,” she says.

  I pull out, then shove back in again. It feels so good. So fucking right. Her cries mingle with my panting breaths, and I hammer Autumn until my balls start to tighten and I feel like I want to explode.

  Her breasts are slicked against my chest from our mingled sweat. “I love touching your body,” she says, her fingers gliding across my back. “You’re so sexy.”

  “Princess,” I manage to say, barely able to think because of how good I feel, “you’re the embodiment of sexiness.”

  Her husky voice as she spurs me on to fuck her harder, harder…it drives me wild. I grip her hips and thrust, and then I’m coming, and she’s urging me on, telling me how much she loves feeling me come inside her.

  When the last of my seed is out I can finally catch my breath. She lays back, a satisfied look on her face, her glorious body bared to me. “That was so good,” she says.

  “And…you’re okay with…you know…”

  She laughs. “Whatever happens, we’re together forever. And I’m ready for it if you are.”

  I sigh, knowing that I’m ready for all of it too.

  Autumn starts to pull me in for a snuggle but I resist.

  “You think we’re done?” I quirk a brow and sit on the edge of the bed. “Bend over my lap.”

  Autumn’s eyes widen. “Wait, you’re really going to spank me?” We haven’t done much in this before, mostly exploring me binding her with various items around the house. She draws her lower lip between her teeth as I stare hard at her until she finally moves.

  Seeing this woman’s ass presented in the air to me as she’s over my lap makes my cock twitch to life again.

  I slide one hand underneath her, stroking her dangling breasts, moving across her belly to her cunt and stroking a finger inside her. That gets her going. She moves against my hand.

  The other one, I use to gently tap her ass in a soft rhythm. Warming up the skin. Getting her aroused.

  Then I land a stinging blow on her ass cheek, thrusting my finger in her pussy at the same time, and she arches.

  “Oh God!” she cries out in shock. But despite her words of protest, her pussy gushes on my hand, and she squeezes her cunt around my finger.

  Even in the dim light, I can see that her ass is glowing red with my handprint. Some pervy part of me is aroused by that, the fact that I imprinted on her, even if temporarily. Branded her as mine.

  “You owe me one more,” I say, increasing my fingering of her pussy to a faster pace. I rub her mound with my palm and lean down to suck and nibble her exposed throat. “Do you even realize how fucking sexy you look? How much you drive me wild?” The words are hot against her skin. I can’t seem to control myself around her.

  I can feel her trembling now, her arousal and adrenaline flooding her as I move my hand to her other ass cheek, rubbing it in the same way.

  Now she knows what’s coming.

  I smack her ass cheek, the sting resounding in the room. She gives a loud whimper, and I reward her taking her punishment by rubbing the tender flesh of her sexy buttocks, continuing to finger her. “Come for me, princess,” I say in a harsh whisper. She’s pressing her ass up in the air, and her wetness makes the most beautiful sound when my fingers push in and out.

  “I’m…so close,” she says.

  I’m relentless, rubbing and fucking her cunt.

  I use the heel of my palm to grind against her clit, and that does it. Her keening cry fills our bedroom, and her channel gets so tight that I can’t move my finger anymore.

  “Yes, baby,” I say with pride. “You’re so fucking beautiful, so perfect, and you’re all mine.”

  After her orgasm ebbs, she collapses on top of me, and I rub her back, her hair, loving the way she trusts me, loving how she explores her dirtier side with me. “You make me feel so good,” she says quietly. “I never thought it could be this way.”

  My heart is in my throat, I’m so filled with love for her, and I can barely speak. “I promise you, I’ll always make you happy.”

  She presses a soft kiss to my stomach, then wraps her arms around my waist, nuzzling her face against me. “I know you will.”

  To have my word mean something to her…to know that she believes me…it’s humbling. We stay in this position for a few minutes, then I tug her into bed, where we stay wrapped in each other’s arms. The only place I ever want to be.

  The next morning, I kiss Autumn on her brow. She stirs in her sleep, giving a whisper of a smile. I try not to wake her up, letting her sleep in—I kept her up late last night with my voracious appetite. Definitely a memorable Valentine’s Day for both of us.

  After locking up the apartment behind me, I run a few errands, depositing my check from Outlaws into my bank account—yes, I have a legitimate bank account now…no more stockpiling cash in a safe for me. Then I swing by The Home Depot and grab the supplies Smith asked me to get on my way in to work. He gave me money to pay for it.

  He trusts me.

 
I keep feeling surprised over the turn of events in my life. After my required volunteer hours were up, my cousins asked if I’d be interested in working at Outlaws. They said I had a way with customers, and that I was a hard worker. Given how much effort I’d put into fixing the bar up to repair the damage we did, I felt like I was vested in the place. I wanted to help make it a success. So I agreed.

  I’m whistling as I turn onto the street where the bar is. The whistle dies mid-note when I see the small group waiting for me, leaning against the front door. Fuck.

  I keep my chin high and saunter toward the entrance of Outlaws. I figured my brothers would come by sooner or later to confront me. Frankly, I wondered what took them so long. It’s been almost three months since my arrest, since I made major changes in my life.

  Hale’s eyes are flat as he looks at me. “Oh, hey. Look who’s here, showing up for work.”

  I give him a stiff nod, then Axel, then Hudson, who looks at me with betrayal in his eyes. The nonverbal accusations coming from him sting my chest. They feel betrayed. First Jamison bailed, then me.

  “Why?” Hudson asks simply.

  I know what he’s asking. Why did I abandon them? Why did I defect, in their eyes, to join our enemies and abandon our father’s plan? I sigh, my breath coming out in a pale cloud from the icy mid-February weather. “Butch is wrong,” I tell them bluntly.

  “And what makes you an expert on this?” Hale asks, raising a brow. He shoves his hands deeper in his coat pockets when a brisk wind whips by. “You’re really going to believe this negative shit about him? People lie all the time, you know.”

  “I do know that, in fact. Because Butch has lied to me before.”

  Hudson frowns at my words. When I finally told my brothers how Butch is dealing drugs in prison, they refused to believe it. Because believing it means unraveling everything we’ve stood for, everything we’ve fought for. Believing it means we have lost our focus, our purpose. That the last few years of effort have been meaningless.

  Jamo and I walked away from it all to start over. They couldn’t.

  “This bar isn’t ours,” I continue. “You have to stop fighting for it. Whatever happened between Dad and our uncle is in the past.”

  “You’re a fucking quitter,” Hale says. “You turned your back on us just like…him.”

  “No, I turned my back on the stupid fucking shit we were doing. I know you don’t want to believe me, but Butch is using us for his own gain. He has no qualms about doing whatever it takes for him to make money and build his reputation, even if that means going back on what we used to be about.”

  Hale’s face turns icy. His cheeks have a slight pink tinge from the stinging cold. “Fuck you. You bitched out and now you’re just making excuses.”

  “Leave the bar alone,” I warn them. “You’re fighting a losing battle. I can’t tell you what to do with your life—”

  “No, you fucking can’t,” Hudson interrupts flatly. “You lost the right when you walked away from our family.”

  I know they’re hurting. But they still have a lot to learn. They’re not ready to let go of their old lifestyle, of their vendetta to get Outlaws.

  I’m not there anymore though. I’ve moved on. I’m happy, in love. And they can’t understand it. They see me as choosing a woman over them. I know, because that’s what I thought about Jamison when he left the family business.

  I understand things better now.

  “I gotta go,” I tell them. It’s hard, but I turn my back and walk inside the bar, locking the door. Leaving my brothers behind. Everything is different now. I just hope that one day, they’ll wake up and listen. That they’ll accept what Jamison and I tried to tell them and they’ll stop screwing up their lives over some family honor that never even existed.

  In the meantime, I have a job to do and a woman to take care of. My life is moving forward.

  I whip open a window and breathe the fresh air in. It’s unseasonably warm for late March, with sunshine and temps in the mid-sixties, so I want to take advantage of it while we do a little spring cleaning around the apartment. Not that I want to do any cleaning. God knows I fucking hate chores. But Autumn asked me with those beautiful big brown eyes, and I couldn’t say no.

  “Hey, princess, you gonna join me in here or just watch me do all the cleaning?” I tease her from the kitchen. I put down the scrubbing sponge on top of the stove, wash my hands, and step into the hallway. “You didn’t go back to bed, did you? ‘Cuz I will spank that ass if you did.”

  “Um. Zack?” Autumn’s voice comes from the bathroom, and there’s a tremor in it.

  I instantly go on alert. “You okay? What’s wrong?” I walk into the bathroom.

  Autumn’s sitting on the toilet lid, staring at the floor. When she looks up, her face is a riot of emotions, her eyes wide. Unease fills me. I scrub my jaw.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  The words, uttered in a soft sound, knock the air out of me. I just stare at her for a second.

  Autumn’s pregnant. I got her pregnant. She’s having a baby. My baby.

  My baby.

  It sinks in. We made a baby. I grab her hand and lift her, then pull her toward me. “Holy fuck,” I breathe. “Seriously?”

  The fear slips off her face, and in its place is hope. And I realize that she was scared to tell me. Scared of how I’d react.

  Even though we said that we wanted a family, stopped using protection.

  But still, it’s always just talk until it’s not anymore.

  “Yes. I just took two tests to be sure. I mean, I’ll have to go in and see a doctor for official confirmation, but my period is late, and…” She stalls off.

  “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” I reach one hand down to cup her belly, staring at her in wonder.

  Autumn’s hands are a little shaky as she moves hers on top of mine. “So it’s okay? We didn’t know it would happen so soon.”

  “Of course it’s okay,” I laugh, shaking my head. “This is what we both wanted, princess.”

  I slide my hand from her face to the back of her neck. Kiss her. Let all my love and passion for her pour into the gesture. I can feel her tension melt away. When I pull back, I say, “Princess, it’s really happening.”

  “Oh my God, I’m pregnant,” she breathes, and for the first time since she told me, I see her smile. And it slays me.

  “I love you,” I tell her. The words are honest but they don’t express the depth of what I’m feeling. “I love our family.” We’re going to be a family. I’ll be a dad. “When will we know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

  She laughs. “Not for a while. Does it matter?”

  “Fuck no. Either way, that kid is going to be smart as hell and super attractive.” I draw her into my arms, keep her as close as I can. My heart is overflowing, and I can’t speak anymore. So I kiss the top of her head, my eyes drifting closed, and rest my cheek on her crown.

  I never realized I could feel so happy.

  Epilogue

  Hudson

  I sit on the couch, watching Axel finish work on a tattoo. He’s been doing a full sleeve on a woman in our neighborhood, and right now he’s shading clouds on the background of the Japanese scene.

  I still can’t believe he freehanded it. The man has real talent unlike any I’ve seen since Butch used to do ink here.

  Shit, he’s better than Butch ever was, if I’m being honest.

  Hale sits beside me, drinking a beer as Axel sprays the tattoo clean and has her examine it.

  “It’s perfect,” the customer says. “Thank you.”

  Axel beams. “My pleasure.” He cleans it off and covers it up for her, reminding her how to care for the tattoo while it heals. The woman leaves, giving Axel a big tip for the excellent job he did.

  I go to the kitchen and grab two beers, tossing one to Axel.

  “Thanks, man,” he says, giving me a nod of acknowledgement. He settles in the chair near the couch.

  Things go q
uiet. It’s so strange around the house without Jamison and Zack. But their presence is still here, like ghosts haunting us. I’m flooded with memories of growing up here with them, and now they’re gone, and pretty much dead to us.

  I’m fucking sick of this.

  “We’re running low on money,” Hale says with a sigh. “We need to step shit up around the neighborhood, get some cash coming in.”

  It doesn’t help things that we lost two people who were helping to bring in income. It’s down to the three of us now. Outnumbered. Outgunned.

  “I can try to get more tattoo clients,” Axel offers.

  But I’m done with this penny ante shit. “Okay, guys. We shouldn’t be working harder. We should be working smarter.” I lean back and kick my feet on the coffee table. “I have an idea.”

  Since Zack defected with Jamison to the enemy ranks, I’ve become the de facto head of the clan. Honestly, I never really cared for the strategies we were employing in our efforts to get Outlaws, but it wasn’t my call.

  Doing meathead shit like releasing rats, beating people up, and breaking things wasn’t going to be successful.

  Hale and Axel stare at me, waiting.

  I see I have their attention and continue. “I’ve taken some time to do a little research. There’s an empty building across the street from Outlaws that we can rent dirt cheap. I know someone who has connections to the building’s owner.” My brain is whirring as I flesh out my idea. “The game has changed, guys. We tried beating Smith and his brothers with brute force.”

  “And that was a fail,” Axel agrees, as Hale shoots him a look.

  “Let’s beat them at their own game, instead,” I offer.

  At my words, both of my brothers perk up.

  I can tell they’re finally ready for something new. Everyone’s been so depressed since Zack took off, and we need a change.

  “We’re going to open up a competing bar and take away all of Outlaws’ customers,” I tell them. “I’ve been reading a lot of material on how to run a successful bar. I feel confident we can do this.”

  Hale seems doubtful. He scratches his chin. “You sure about this?”