Page 93 of Breakout
Slowly, I pull my fingers from her ass, watching as her body melts into my mattress.
“Was it good?” I ask, slight laughter in my tone from the look on her face.
“So good. The best. Really Beck, you have ruined me for all others.”
“I better have. You are my wife after all. I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she mumbles sleepily.
Leaving her naked on my bed, I hurry across the hall to the bathroom I share with Brett and Wyatt. It doesn’t take me long to take a leak and wash my hands. I grab a washcloth and wet it to clean her up as well.
When I step back into the hall, I almost run into Wyatt. He looks at my face, then down to the washcloth before smiling.
“Got a little something there.” He wipes his own chin, then he laughs as he heads down the hall into his room.
“Fucker,” I murmur before slipping into my room, locking the door.
“I got you a…” I trail off when I find Peyton snoring adorably, her legs still wide open.
Moving to her side, I wipe her pussy clean before wiping the lube off of her ass. I throw the wet cloth in my laundry basket before finding a clean shirt to wipe my face on. Then I move Peyton so that she is under the covers.
“Beck,” she moans in her sleep, turning to be closer to me.
“I’m here, Peyton. I’m not going anywhere.”
I settle into her side, letting her drift back off to sleep. The room is silent as she nestles her face into my chest before letting out a breath.
Then, as if it’s a whisper, I hear her say, “I love you, Beck.”
I freeze, wondering if I made it up. She doesn’t say another word.
Looking down at her sleeping form, I kiss the top of her head. “I love you too, Peyton,” I whisper.
Now if only she would admit it when she’s conscious. Maybe this marriage has hope after all.
twenty
The sounds of bowling balls crashing into pins echo throughout the room. People cheering and groaning in frustration with their performances. Ever since high school, I haven’t been a fan of bowling. Then again, I guess that’s what happens when you watch a guy’s bicep tendon snap as soon as he lets go of the ball while on a date. To make matters worse, I told him to stop being a pussy. Needless to say, that was our last date. Not that I blame him. The dude had to have surgery.
Still, for a split second when everyone decided to go out, I thought about backing out, but when Beckett looked my way with such hope in his eyes, I couldn’t say no.
Laughter rings out, and I look over and see Beckett with his head tossed back as he laughs. How does he manage to always look good, no matter what we are doing?
“You’re staring,” Cora says as she comes and sits next to me.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lie.
She rolls her eyes. “Please, there is nothing subtle about the two of you and whatever it is you’re doing.”
“We’re friends.”
“Friends who want to sleep together. When are you going to put that guy out of his misery and finally let him have you?”
Oh, sweet Cora, if only you knew. He has me in all the ways that matter.
I must be silent for too long because Cora leans forward into my space.
“Wait, have you changed your mind about him? Are you finally going to give Beckett a shot?”
