Chapter 62 Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Chapter 62
Beck

I heard Cricket’s door click shut and Misty padded down the hallway. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall by the kitchen counter.

“Everything alright with Valentina?” she asked.

“Besides the obvious warning she reiterated about me having your best interests, nothing amiss.” I told her.

“I suppose we should talk about today,” she started and I went to cut her off.

“Misty, I…” I trailed off not knowing what I even wanted to say.

“We are both consenting adults, we can make those decisions and leave it at that. It’s nobody’s business regardless how well they can smell us. I don’t care, if we want to fuck, we fuck. I know you’re not looking for anything permanent, neither am I. I have Cricket to think about and your heart is caught up in your past. Doesn't mean we can’t enjoy each other's company however we choose to,” she said.

I found myself staring down at her, my feet had traveled across the room of their own accord. I pushed her wet hair away from her face tilting her chin back to get a look at her expression. She wasn’t pulling my leg. She really felt this way? Did she realize she was opening Pandora's box? That I was already obsessed with her? I didn’t know if I could keep feelings out of the mix, she seemed to be compartmentalizing hers. However, where she was concerned that strategy was failing.

“Are you telling me you want more?” I asked, stepping into her. 

She hesitated before she spoke. “I’d be an idiot if I didn’t want more of the best sex of my life.”

My ego inflated, like a damn hot air balloon. “The best sex of your life, huh?” I said, tucking a strand behind her ear. Her breath caught as I ran the heat of my mouth up her neck. She whimpered. “Baby girl, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” I growled into her ear causing her arousal to engulf us.

“Like I said, I’d be an idiot,” she murmured, clearly affected.

“You're actually very smart,” I reminded her.

She nodded, “I am,” she managed as her heart raced in her chest.

“Then I guess we should give you another taste, just so you can ensure that it wasn't a one off performance?” 

Misty nodded, but no words left her lips.

“You're gonna have to use your words, sweetness, or I can’t be sure you're serious,” I pointed out.

“Yes!” she gasped as I nipped hard on her earlobe.

“So obedient,” I growled into her ear. I caught the flare in her eye before the slap hit. I chuckled at her, catching her hand. “That’s what I'm looking for,” I said, grabbing her by her ass and lifting her. Her legs tangled around my waist as I moved us to her bedroom. I was going to make this count. Just in case she got second thoughts tomorrow, I needed to give her a sampling of exactly the kind of fun she had to look forward to. 

Kicking the door shut I moved forward and laid her out on the bed. I crawled over her body and she looked up at me, the questions running through her mind playing across her face.

“What is it, Misty?” I asked.

She inhaled deeply and I felt her chest rise against my own before she let out the breath pulling her body away from mine, I didn’t like it.

“What are we doing?” she asked seriously.

“Things two consenting adults do,” I answered before nibbling on her neck. She tensed for just a moment before her body slackened, and her thighs opened willingly to receive me. She gasped when I gently bit down on the flesh. “Shh, Cricket,” I reminded her and her lips clamped shut like a vise. “I’m going to test your ability to be quiet now,” I warned, and her eyes widened. I let my mouth tease down her throat as I trailed my hands up her body under her shirt. She lifted them up letting me dispose of it but as I bent to kiss her, her hands fisted in my own. She wasn’t just after her own pleasure, or she enjoyed a view. I ripped off my shirt and tossed it aside before I bent and took one pert nipple into my mouth and sucked. Her fingertips roved up my arms and I took the moment to give her nipple a sharp bite. Her body surged, her hips rising as I shoved three fingers in her mouth to silence her. Misty’s body’s response was enough to tell me what kind of woman I was working with. She suckled on them, and that sent a new wave of heat straight to my cock. This woman didn’t want to be made love too, she wanted to be fucked like the mortal goddess she was. Possessed, owned, devoured. I’d give her that, because my failure would be the end of everything. The performance mattered, she wanted to feel. Her eyes fluttered shut, resigning to allow me to prove I wasn’t the boys she toyed with in the past, the ones who disappointed her. That I was a man who could handle her completely and provide the release she so completely deserved. I gripped her boy shorts and pulled them down over her legs. I had so much to show her.