Page 115 of Changing Lanes

Something about the way he says it, it’s like he’s confessing. Revealing a truth he’s not used to facing.

“I want to see all of you.”

You already do, I want to tell him but ultimately don’t.

I keep my lips tightly sealed as he flips our positions so I’m on top, straddling his narrow hips. I feel his thighs touch my back and when he nods over my shoulder, I see his feet flat on the bed with his knees bent right behind me. I lean back against them with my shoulders supported by his knees, looking down my nose at him.

One large hand where my hip meets my waist and another at the base of my throat, he says, “Hold on.”

“You first.”

His plump lips shimmer with a light layer of sweat as they spread into a wicked smile a second before his hips thrust into me from below, his fingers biting into my flesh.

He is not patient, he is not quiet, but goddamn is he skilled in everything he does.

Beckett looks up through those long eyelashes of his while I grind myself against the base of his cock each time we meet in the middle with hard thrusts from different directions.

“That’s it, dream. Ride me.”

Shudders set in and the vibration affects us both as our moves grow erratic. Our bodies don’t need much guidance though; they always know what to do even when we don’t.

“Come here.”

Still holding my throat, he pulls me to him and he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. From the new angle, my sensitive clit gets more of that incredible friction and my frantic moans threaten to end our kiss but Beckett keeps his mouth plastered to mine, continuing the give and take dance we’re locked in.

It’s messy and chaotic and sloppy as all hell but it’s real and raw and I’m losing my grasp on that small piece of my heart I’ve been working to keep out of Beckett’s reach.

“Beckett,” I moan against his lips when it all becomes too much.

His hand glides from my collarbone to my breastbone, preparing to steal the whole organ right out of my chest.

“Take it all,” he tells me softly. “Take what you need. I’m already yours.”

And there it goes, my heart, into Beckett’s open palm.

Our shared release hits hard and fast and we both curse and moan, our bodies still riding out the aftershocks together.

With his cock still buried inside me, his hands glide down over my ass, spreading my cheeks, and jerking me firmly against him. My mouth drops open from the insane stimulation on my swollen nub, then he thrusts upward, rasping, “Again.”

And fuck if I don’t give him exactly what he wants one last time by coming on command with a high-pitched scream that I’ve never heard in my life.

Absolutely boneless, I drop into a wilted heap on top of Beckett’s sweaty middle, making him huff out a laugh. He positions us so I’m tucked tightly against his side with my head resting on his chest and I can’t remember anything in my life ever feeling so right. This moment, us sharing so much more than either of us were prepared for, changes into something I’ve been trying to deny myself and before I know it sneaky tears flow out of the corners of my eyes.

Beckett wipes them away, stroking his fingers into my hair.

“You feel it, too?”

I don’t speak. I just nod against his chest.

I feel everything.

He takes care of the condom without jostling me and I take the time to glance around the tent. The thick canvas probably allowed our neighbors to hear more than they wanted to tonight. Tomorrow morning will be hard. Tonight will be harder.

After that we’re quiet for a while, his hands rubbing up and down my side, giving me goose bumps that his warmth promptly chases away.

“This changes everything,” he says barely above a whisper just before his arms go limp around my back.

Like always, that bitch Hope ignores my silent request that Beckett’s wrong somehow and this didn’t just change everything.