Page 56 of Uproot

“I guess I’ll go see if there’s any more dessert left,” he says, forcing a smile. He stalks off to the kitchen, and Selah lifts up to give me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for being nice,” she whispers. “I’m going to go say goodbye to everyone so we can go.”

“Alright, angel,” I respond, as she lets go of my hand. My phone pings, and I take it out of my pocket, and see a message fromDragana. It’s a picture of Edison sleeping on the couch with his head in her lap.

I smile and write her back:

Don’t you dare even try to lift him and put him to bed like I know you will. I’ll get him when I get home. Be there soon.

I hit send and my fingers pause over the text, realizing what I just wrote. “When I gethome”?

Upwood isn’t home for me by any means. My actual home is on a very expensive island in one of the most sought-after high-rise buildings in the city.

But despite the luxurious life I’ve left on hold, I somehow each day am starting to feel like I’ve found a new place where I belong.

30

Beckett

Isit on the edge of my bed, watching Selah come out of my ensuite, wearing a pink sleep shirt with white dots all over it. She asked me to stop by her house on our way back from dinner with her friends so she could feed her goldfish, Willy, and get more clothes and whatever else she needed to spend one more night with me.

I was more than happy to stop there considering that I would have offered to do pretty much anything to ensure that I could keep her here until at least tomorrow evening. I can tell that having this time together has made her feel closer to me, and she’s let go of some of the timidness she always carries around her like a shield.

I want to continue making her understand that she is safe with me, and making sure that her time with me is always enjoyable.

She walks over to me, her delicious legs distracting me as she comes to stand in front of me. I wait for her to get closer before reaching out and pulling her to sit down in my lap. She lets out a small squeal, as she plops down on me.

She plays with her fingers, and I lift her chin so that she meets my eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong, angel,” I say gently, trailing my fingers over her back.

She sighs, rubbing her arm, “Do you think it will be weird for Edison tomorrow seeing me here again? I told him that I was staying the night yesterday because you were gone, and I wanted to help Gana. But now I’m here again, and he’s a very smart child. I don’t know if you really want to tell him about us yet, because you don’t know how he would feel about you and I..” she trails off, and I smile at her now familiar rambling.

“He will be ecstatic to see you, sweetheart, just like he always is,” I respond. “I know that soon we may need to explain to him what’s going on between us in little people terms, but for now we will just call it a slumber party if he asks, ok?”

She laughs, her shoulders finally relaxing, and I kiss her on the forehead. My eyes roam over her sleepshirt, and I move my hand until it disappears underneath it.

She wiggles in my lap and I stifle a groan. “Stop squirming, angel,” I grit out, moving my hand up her inner thigh.

She stays still, her eyes dropping down to follow my hand. “I love this night shirt,” I mumble, leaning over to kiss her neck. “You look so pretty in it.”

“T-thank you, Beck,” she whispers, running her finger over the back of my hand.

I rub my thumb over her thigh, “What do you have on underneath here sweetheart?”

Her finger freezes on my hand and she looks up at me through her eyelashes, not responding.

I run my tongue over my teeth, “You don’t have to answer, Angel. I can figure it out myself,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.

I lift her up and bring her over to the pillows, gently laying her down. My body hums in anticipation as I push her sleepshirt higher up her thick thighs until it reaches her hips. My cock swells as I see she is indeed wearing underwear, nice white panties with lace running along the top of them.

I see a small wet spot on them, and I run my thumb over it. “What is this, sweetheart?” I question, dragging my eyes up her body.

She avoids my eyes, and I palm her pussy, squeezing it roughly. “Answer me, Selah,” I demand.

Her eyes dart back to mine and her eyelashes flutter, “It’s from sitting on your lap. I liked it,” she admits, her voice shaking with anticipation.

I ease my hold on her, rubbing my thumb over her wet spot, watching it spread as I play with her through her sweet panties. “Hmm. Why do you like sitting on my lap, angel?”

She starts to breathe faster, her hips rotating in the same direction as my finger. “I could feel you underneath me and you were..” she whimpers, her voice tapering off a I move my thumb faster.

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