by Holly Renee
"I have been for a really long time."
She bit down on her bottom lip as she stared at me, and part of me thought that maybe she was going to tell me to go to hell, but she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath and said the last thing I expected her to say. "Don’t keep things like this from me. I don’t like Cami, and I probably never will. But I don’t expect you to hate her simply because I do. But you can’t keep things like this from me."
"You’re right." I pulled her closer to me. "I was just scared about how you were going to react."
"I can understand that, but even if you think I’m going to be pissed, you have to tell me."
"Okay." I pushed some hair out of her face and stared at this girl that I didn’t deserve.
"And I have to be honest, it makes my chest hurt that you were with her last night."
My own chest ached at her words, and I lifted her chin for her to look at me. "Nothing happened. I would never do that to you."
She nodded, but I wasn’t sure if she believed me. I hadn’t given her any reason to believe me.
"Okay." She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine in a gentle kiss. She started to pull away from me, but I ran my tongue over her exposed collarbone.
She was too good for me. Everything about her was.
"Where are you going?"
"I told you that I’m rooming with the girls." She chuckled softly as I nibbled against her skin.
"I think I can convince you otherwise." My words were lost against her skin as she arched into my mouth, and I was dying to touch her. I wanted to feel and taste every damn inch of her skin. I wanted to burn it into my memory so I would never forget what it was like at this moment with her.
"Convince me then." The words had barely fallen from her lips before I swiped my tongue beneath the seam of her tank top.
"God, I’ve missed the taste of you." Her skin pebbled beneath my tongue, and I traced the small ridges like a puzzle.
I pushed her off me and dropped to my knees beside the bed. I looked up at her as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee. She leaned up on her elbows and watched me as I tugged her shorts down her legs.
Her thighs were trembling as I ran my tongue up them, and her moan was deep and throaty as I kissed over her panties.
"What do you want, Josie?" She was staring down at me, watching my every move, and it made me so unbelievably hard. Everything about her did. "Do you want my mouth or do you want me inside of you?"
"Both." She was already panting as she spread her legs just slightly wider than before, but it was enough to push me over the edge. It was enough to make me forget that I had something to prove to her, that I had ever even considered taking things slow.
That thought felt so irrational now when I was in front of her, so wholly impossible.
I pulled her panties to the side and ran my tongue through the center of her. She was already so damn wet, and I knew that she felt as desperate for me as I did for her.
I didn’t give her any warning as I dove into her flesh. I tasted every inch of her pussy, I didn’t leave an inch of her untouched by my tongue, and she met every movement of mine with one of her own. I lifted her thighs over my shoulders, and she tightened her ankles behind them as she rode my face.
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty between the two of us, neither one of us caring if the other knew how badly we wanted it. It was just me and her and this frantic need that I couldn’t control.
"Oh God, Beck." She laced her fingers into my hair and tugged my head impossibly closer to her as I sucked her clit into my mouth. "I need you."
"You have me, baby. You have all of me." Every last ounce of me. It was hers. To do whatever the hell she wanted.
She cried out, just before covering her mouth with her hand, and I thrust a finger inside her. She moved and moved, her hips grinding against my mouth, and I didn’t let up on her until her legs shook uncontrollably by my ears.
I let her ride out every ounce of her orgasm before I climbed up her body and tugged her panties down her legs. I gripped the back of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head, and my hands shook as I raced to undo my belt.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her up to meet me. "Tell me you’re mine." My voice was hoarse and full of lust, but I needed to hear her say it. After everything that had happened between us, I needed to hear her say that she wanted this as badly as I did.
"I’m yours, Beck." She pushed against my chest until I moved on the bed and laid on my back. She climbed over me, straddling my lap, and I groaned as the slickness between her thighs hit my cock.
"Fuck." I reached into my jeans and quickly tugged out a condom. I could barely concentrate enough to rip it open with my teeth, and it took every bit of power I possessed to slide that latex barrier between us when I could already feel how fucking perfect she felt against me.
She didn’t wait a moment before she sank down on me, and I sat forward and held her body against mine as she began to move. "God, Josie. I…" It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I loved her. I had never said those words to any girl before, no one outside of my family, and I felt insane for thinking them now.
Josie and I barely even knew each other, and yet, here I was thinking that I loved the girl. Desperate to tell her as she rode me like she was fucking made for me.
If I hadn’t considered myself pussy-whipped before, I definitely was now. I was so far gone when it came to her that I had no damn clue what I was doing.
All I knew was that I needed her, and nothing and no one was going to stand in my way. In our way.
Not now. Not anymore.
Not after everything.
"Kiss me." She gripped my face in her hand and directed my mouth to hers, and I did as she said. I kissed her with everything I felt, and I didn’t care that she knew how badly I needed her. I didn’t care that it was perfectly visible how desperate I was for her touch.
I broke my mouth from hers and flipped her around in front of me. She settled back down against my lap. Her back pressed against my chest, and I ran my tongue along her neck as she sank back down on my cock.
She lifted and fell against me, her body working me like a fucking sin, and I tugged her tank top down her body to expose her breasts. She didn’t stop. She just leaned her head back on my shoulder as she rode me, and I gripped her hand in my hand as I watched.
I thrust up into her, my body meeting hers with every drive, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t remember where her body ended and mine began. I couldn’t think about anything past the fact that she was here with me right now at this moment, and I never wanted to let her go.
I bit down on the soft spot where her neck met her shoulders just as I thrummed my fingers over her clit, and she moaned so loudly that I knew everyone in the house could hear her.
But I didn’t care.
"Beck." Her voice was desperate as she rode me harder, her body chasing the same pleasure mine was, and I moved my fingers faster against her.
"What do you need, baby?" I kissed her neck again. It felt impossible not to touch her, to taste every inch of her skin I could reach.
"You." Her answer was rushed and demanding. "I just need you."
I wrapped one arm around her stomach as I snaked my other against her chest and gripped her chin in my hand. I turned her face in my direction and pulled her bottom lip between my teeth.
She moaned just as I slammed up inside of her, and I swallowed her cries with my mouth. I lifted her back away from my body before slamming her back down against me, and her body was so damn tight.
She kissed me as she cried out, her lips ravenous as I took over, and it wasn’t long before her fingers dug into my arm as if she was begging me to hold on and let her go at the exact same time.
But I didn’t let her go. I refused to.
I just worked her body harder against mine until I felt that snap inside of her and she cried out against my mouth. I milked her orgasm from her body as I contin
ued to chase mine, and it wasn’t until we were both laying back in the bed in a panting mess that I loosened my grip on her.
We were here where no one else could touch us, where the rest of the world didn’t matter, and I still couldn’t let her go. I couldn’t drop my touch from her for more than a moment because I feared that something would happen and this girl who I was so damn undeserving of would disappear.
And for this moment in time, she was mine.
Chapter Twenty
Josie
I couldn't lie and say I wasn't having fun. Even if Carson's little friend had put a damper on our plans. At least, she felt like a damper because Allie couldn't quit watching the two of them together.
And I swear, he was rubbing the fact that he had that girl here in her face. If he wasn't, then he was really into her because I hadn't seen him leave her side for even a moment since we arrived.
Even now, as we walked down the boardwalk toward the crowd of people, he had her hand in his and was acting like they were some sort of long-lost lovers. I had seen Frankie roll her eyes more times than I could count as Allie tried to not look in their direction at all.
"You want ice cream?" Beck tugged me closer to him, and I pulled my attention away from Carson.
"Is that a serious question?"
"Rollercoasters first, then ice cream." Frankie slung her arm over my shoulders as she bounced on her toes, and it felt so good to see her so happy. According to Beck, he hadn't seen her smile this much in a long time.
And I knew that it made him happy to her this way. He couldn't hide it even if he tried. If he wasn't touching me and trying to sneak me away from everyone, he was watching her with just as big of a smile on his face.
"Frankie has a weak stomach." Olly grabbed Frankie's hand and tugged her toward the rickety old rollercoaster that looked like it wasn't safe for anyone to ride on. "We all have nightmares from a few summers ago when she lost her funnel cake on us."
"Hardy har." Frankie rolled her eyes but smiled. "I was already feeling sick, thank you. I have the stomach of a Viking."
"Okay, little warrior." Olly grinned at her and pushed her hair out of her face, and I looked up at Beck. He didn't seem to notice how Olly looked at his sister, but I did. It was impossible to miss. "Whatever you say."
Olly may have been overprotective of Frankie like a big brother, but he wasn't looking at her like a brother should. He was looking at her like someone who cared far more than a brother.
And I was pretty sure that Beck was clueless to it.
"I'm pretty sure that rollercoaster is going to come crashing down any second now." I nodded toward the screaming kids who were being flung around on the hunk of metal.
"Agreed." Allie looked as hesitant about the machinery as I did. "It looks like a deathtrap."
"Oh. Come on." Carson walked in front of us, and I was surprised to see he left his girl standing on her own near Olly. "Don't tell me Allie is scared."
"I'm not scared." She narrowed her eyes at him just as Beck tightened his fingers around mine.
"Then prove it." Carson held his hand out to Allie with a spark in his eyes, and I knew that she was going to tell him to go to hell. I could see it in the way she stared at his hand with disgust, but then she stepped forward, knocking his hand out of the way.
"Let's go."
Carson didn't even look back at his girl as he followed Allie toward the ride with a chuckle.
"Those two seriously need to fuck." Olly tugged Frankie toward the ride behind them, and we followed.
"I've been telling Josie that for weeks. The tension between the two of them is enough to give me a chubbie."
I laughed at Beck's words before Carrie scoffed. "You all do know that I'm standing right here, right?"
"Oh shit. My bad, Carrie. Maybe they'll let you join." Beck was so serious as he said it. "But I don't know if I'd want to. I think they have some hate-fucking to do."
I smacked my hand into Beck's chest, and he caught it with a grin. "Well, they do."
We followed Allie and Carson into the line, and neither of them spoke as they climbed into the rollercoaster together. Beck and I climbed in behind them, followed by Olly and Frankie, and I wasn't surprised when I noticed Carrie still standing by the gate. She looked pissed as she typed furiously on her phone, but I didn't care.
"This ride is completely safe. We've been riding it since we were little," Beck reassured me as he tightened the metal bar over our laps.
"I don't think that means it's safe. That just makes it old."
He chuckled and leaned forward and ran his nose over my neck. "You're cute."
"You're just trying to distract me from this deathtrap you've put me on." I opened my neck for him and let him trail his lips over the sensitive skin. He smelled so good. Felt so good. He felt so irresistible now that I wasn't trying to force him away.
Ever since I met him, we had been fighting this push and pull with one another, and I wasn't sure how to feel now that all I wanted to do was pull him in. He was right there in front of me, and all I wanted was to take, take, take.
"Is it working?" His small laugh ricocheted against my skin, and I felt the movement all the way to my core.
"Maybe." I turned my face toward his just as the rollercoaster started forward, but he didn't stop. He lifted his hand and cupped my jaw before running his thumb over my bottom lip. He didn't wait for my permission before he closed the space between us and captured my mouth with his.
I knew we were just two kids buying our time together. I knew that once we returned home, things would most likely be different for the both of us, but I couldn't let that cloud my head. I couldn't focus on what was to come when there he was, right in front of me.
He grinned at me as the rollercoaster started picking up speed, and I laced my fingers in his as my body jerked to the left from the fast turn we just took.
I couldn't stop smiling as we sped over the track and my hair whipped into my face. I clutched Beck's hand in mine as he laughed, and I couldn't stop staring at him. The rest of the world was speeding past us, and all I could care about was him.
When the ride finally slowed, my heart was racing and my stomach was still doing somersaults. But my hand was still in Beck's, and I couldn't calm down even if I wanted to.
He pulled me all over the boardwalk, showing me things from his past that he had loved, and I loved watching this side of him. Here, with just me and his friends, he was the carefree Beck that didn't give a shit what anyone else thought of him.
It was just me and him and these people that he loved. He wasn't the rich Clermont boy that so many people depended on, and I wasn't the girl he was supposed to hate.
"I swear to God, if one of you don't get me a caramel apple soon, I'm going to faint." Frankie was walking in front of us and the sun was setting over the ocean.
"She is so dramatic." Beck wrapped his arms around my shoulders and ran his nose over my neck. I hadn't gotten quite used to him touching me so much, but it was nice. Nicer than it should have been.
"I am not being dramatic." Frankie spun around and stared at her brother. "I haven't had one in, like, two years, and I've been thinking about it the entire trip."
"Fine," Beck grumbled before placing a kiss on my shoulder and letting me go. "Let's go feed you before you become a monster."
Frankie smiled before locking her arm with her brother's. "We'll grab Josie one too."
"Of course." Beck winked at me just as I took a seat on an old bench next to Allie. She had barely spoken since we had gotten off the rollercoaster, and I was dying to talk to her to see what was going on in her head. But we weren't alone, and there was no way in hell I would let Carson or Olly overhear us.
"So, Josie." Carson took the seat on the other side of me, and I looked up at him just as Carrie saddled up to his side like a puppy. "What are your intentions with my friend?"
Allie scoffed at his question as I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean? I think my intentio
ns are pretty clear."
"Are they?" He cocked his head to the side and stared at me. "He was a pretty big dick to you, but you've forgiven him. I can't decide if it's because you actually forgive him or if you're planning on fucking him over somehow."
"You're such an idiot, Carson." Allie rolled her eyes.
"No. He's actually got a good point." Olly leaned back against the rail that separated the boardwalk from the sandy beach.
"So, what?" I looked between the two of them. "You two don't think I should forgive him?"
"We didn't say that. We just don't want him to get hurt."
"But you had no problem with him hurting me?" In fact, they were almost just as guilty. They knew exactly what he was doing, and neither one of them stopped him. Neither one of them gave a shit about what he was doing.
"We didn't really know you." Carson shrugged like it explained everything. "And honestly, neither of us have much love for your family either."
Logically, I knew that. They loved Frankie almost as much as Beck did. That was easy to see when they were around her. But that didn't mean that I had to be okay with what they did, even though I had truly already forgiven them for it.
"Lucas used to be our best friend too, you know?" Olly rubbed his hand down the front of his shirt as he looked over to where Frankie and Beck stood in line for apples. "He didn't just fuck over Beck and Frankie. He ruined our entire group. We used to be inseparable."
"I know that." I nodded. I had heard it all already, but I really hadn't thought about it like that. I hadn't thought about how Lucas's actions had affected all of them. "But I'm not Lucas."
"We know that." Carson nodded. "We just want to make sure that you're with Beck for the right reasons. He acts tough, but he's had a few rough years."
"Don't worry." I put my hand over my heart. "I'm with Beck for nothing more than his pretty face and his ginormous dick."
I thought Carson might actually fall off the bench as he laughed and grabbed his stomach.
"All right, Vos. I think I might like you." He stood, grabbing Carrie's hand, before patting me on the top of my head.
