Page 122 of Moms of Mayhem
Beckett froze.
“I tell myself I’m protecting Jace,” I went on, the words tumbling faster now. “That it’s better to wait, to be sure, to not turn his world upside down unless we know this is real. But itisreal, at least for me. It has been for weeks. And he’s not stupid. He’s 15. He sees everything, and still I’ve got us sneaking around like we’re something temporary.”
Beckett sat back on his knees, his hands warm and steady on my hips. “You think we’re temporary?”
“No.” I shook my head, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. “God, no. I wish we could be everything. I wish I could have all of this, out loud and forever. But I can’t. Not yet. Because Jace comes first. And if this ever fell apart…” I swallowed hard. “I couldn’t put him through that. And I can’t make you choose us.”
Beckett’s expression softened, pain flickering through his eyes. “What do you think I’m going to do, Em? Walk away? Leave you hanging when it gets hard?”
“No,” I whispered. “That’s the worst part. I believe you. I believe inthis.And that’s what terrifies me.”
He exhaled, slow and steady, like he was feeling the weight of every heartbreak I carried. “I’ve stopped trying to be subtle about it,” he said. “Ty knows I’m in deep. My mom knows. Anyone paying attention probably knows I’m so fucking in love with you, I’d do anything to be with you. I’m not hiding this, Emmy. I don’twantto.”
My breath caught, eyes finding his. “You love me? Even when I’m sneaking you up the stairs like a teenager with a curfew?”
His thumbs brushed away the tears, and his voicedropped into something rough and tender. “You’re protecting him. I know that. But Em, you don’t have to protect himfrom me.And you don’t have to protectyourselffrom me either. Because yes, I love you so fucking much I don’t know what to do with myself. You’re way too good for me, and I don’t deserve you even a little bit, but I’ve always been selfish. I can’t let you go. I can’t let either of you go.”
The dam broke. A fresh tear rolled, and I let it.
My hands brushed through his dark hair, holding him close. “I’ve seen how you are with Jace. How careful you are. How much you alreadycare. That’s what terrifies me the most. Because it means this isn’t casual. It never was.”
“Fuck no, it’s not casual,” he said with a quiet fire that went straight to my chest. “You’re not some temporary fling I’m passing time with. You’reit.Maybe you always have been.”
I let out a breath that felt like a release, and then I kissed him.
Not out of lust, but out ofhope. Out of the aching truth that I didn’t want a single night more without letting him fully in.
He kissed me back with a kind of reverence that stole the air from my lungs.
When I leaned back on the bed and pulled him with me, it wasn’t desperation. It was surrender.
We undressed each other slowly, like we had all the time in the world. Every brush of skin, every kiss, was a quiet vow I wasn’t ready to speak aloud.
His fingers slid down my body like he was memorizing every inch. My thighs parted for him, breath hitching as he stroked over my clit, then lower, slipping inside me with gentle precision.
My hand flew up to muffle the sound threatening to rise.
“Quiet.” Beckett’s blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. He removed my hand and covered my mouth with his. One kiss turned into two, then his tongue slid between my lips just as he added a second finger, curling them just right.
I moaned into his mouth, and Beckett pulled his hand free, leaving me empty and on the edge of an orgasm.
“What?” I whispered when he sat back, rising up on my elbows to chase him. “Why’d you stop?”
His hand slid over his cock in slow strokes, staring down at me. “Gotta keep you quiet, don’t I?”
His free hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me toward him until my mouth was right in front of his cock.
My breaths came in quick bursts, staring up at him towering over me.
“Open that pretty mouth, Peach.” His thumb traced over my bottom lip, prying my mouth open. “Show me how good you suck my cock so you’re all I think about on the road.”
I pulled his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the pad, until his head tipped up toward the ceiling, nostrils flared. He pulled his hand from my mouth, and I opened wide, my tongue out.
He closed the distance between us, the smooth skin of his cock sliding between my lips. My hand gripped his thigh, tugging his hip toward me, then easing back with each stroke.
“Oh, fuck,” Beckett groaned, his hand resting on my knee. I spread my legs wider, and he slid his hand back down to my center.
With his cock in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy, I hummed with need. We moved like we’d done this a thousand times, chasing each other’s pleasure down. My legsshook, I was so close to the edge, an orgasm hovering just out of reach.
