Conklin's Corruption (#3) (Conklin's Trilogy) (6 page)

Oh fuck.  I needed to taste her now.
  Her glistening skin and essence made me wild, and I had no idea if she would be game for what was going through my mind, but I was sure as hell going to try.

I took my weight off her thighs and pulled on her hips, wanting her on her knees.  She took the hint and went on all fours.

“Oh Ty.  I’m so ready,” she groaned.

I gripped both of her hips as I brought my lips to the middle of her lower back, planting a big wet kiss on her spine.  She moaned again and pressed her hips backward, looking for some type of friction.  I moved one hand from her hip and spread her legs apart farther, watching her head tip backward as she arched her body into me.  I moved my lips downward, gently nipping each cheek, my moistened lips making a trail closer and closer towards her sex. 

Her legs were shaking with anticipation now, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.  I clutched her hips and ran my nose along her intimate lips.  Her body stiffened.

“Whoa… Tyler what are you doing?” she asked with a shaky breath.

I ignored her question and gently ran my tongue up the outside of her folds.

She tried to pull forward.  “You’re very close to my, umm…,” she said nervously.

She squirmed again as I squeezed her hips, digging my tongue deeper in between the lips of her sex.

“Oh!  Tyler I don’t know,” she gasped.

I nuzzled her sex.  “Oh, Becs.  Please let me kiss you this way.  Let me make you fall apart,” I murmured into her skin.

Her breathing was heavy as her body stayed tense.  If I could get a few more licks in she would relax some before that magic tightening happened throughout her body.  It always took a moment for her to relax when I went down on her.  Her dumbass ex-boyfriend wasn’t into it.  Fucking idiot.  If I could make a flavored gum of Becca, I would. 

I pulled my head back and gazed at her backside, the smell of her still fresh in my nostrils.  “God this is so hot.  I’ve wanted to kiss you from this position for so long baby doll,” I rasped moving my mouth back on her, completely ignoring her insecurities.

She moaned louder and dropped her shoulders to the mattress, succumbing to my plea and opening herself up for a better angle.  I groaned in pure pleasure as she pushed back into me, finally giving in to the sensation and forgetting about being apprehensive.  My tongue darted out to enter her slickness, and I was in pure heaven.  I loved to taste her.  I loved how she quivered when I pulsed my tongue.  I nuzzled her again, enjoying the feel of her glorious ass cheeks against my face.  I withdrew my tongue from her entrance and found her pleasure spot, moving my tongue the way she needed to explode. 

Her legs started to quiver, and her toes began to flex.  Her movements into me were becoming more rigid and demanding the more I pushed my tongue into her.  I squeezed my hands around her perfect globes and worked her over as she fell apart in my mouth, moaning and grasping the sheets while her body quaked.  I lapped her arousal pleasingly, becoming more and more turned on knowing I caused her unraveling.

“Tyler please, I want you inside of me,” she begged.

Usually, I liked to detonate her pleasure bomb twice before I gave in to my own desires, but I was so ready to feel her warmth tighten around me that I was willing to meet her demands. 

I sat up, keeping my hands on her hips.  I pushed her back down so she was flat on the bed, my eyes glued to her ass making those perfectly plump mounds.  I was going to plow into her from behind so I could watch that beautiful butt move with each of my thrusts. 

I straddled her again, guiding myself in between her legs and slowly filling her.  She came up on her elbows, head bowing back as she sighed with relief.  I pushed into her deep, holding still and relishing being completely surrounded by her.  She tightened her walls, and I took a sharp intake of breath while rolling my eyes back.  “Oh, baby, I love when you squeeze me like that.”

She did it again but flexed her walls tighter.  I growled then pulled out and pushed back in a fraction quicker than the first time.  I opened my eyes and stared down at her backside, starting to move a touch faster.  Her skin was doing just as I predicted, gently bouncing with each thrust.  My hands found each cheek and squeezed again, causing her to moan.

I moved faster inside her, my eyes growing even hungrier as I watched her butt bounce back into me.  I was doing all I could to not explode right then and there.  I wanted her to come again; I wanted her to come with me.  She needed more stimulation.  I pulled out of her and yanked on her hips so she was back on her knees.  She gasped as I pumped back inside of her with more force, then reached around her waist so I could rub her most sensitive spot.

She let out a garbled yes as I rubbed faster and thrust harder.  I was losing myself inside of her, enjoying every small moan and cry that came from her luscious mouth.

Then she gave in, contracting around me, crying out and pushing her hips back so I was filling her completely.  I pounded into her twice more, coming hard inside of her.  I fell forward over top of her, gently biting down on her shoulder as I twitched with my release.  Once the spasms subsided, I rolled with her to my side, spooning my Becs as we both caught our breath.

“God, I missed you,” I sighed into her hair.  My arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, our legs tangled.

“I missed you too,” she said quietly.

Silence passed between us.  I could have fallen asleep, but Becca seemed unsettled.  She would normally roll over and snuggle into me, trace patterns on my chest and give me little kisses randomly.  I liked that, even if it sealed the deal for my slumber.  Yeah, I felt bad when I’d pass out after we had made love and she wanted to pillow talk, but most of the time I couldn’t help it, and she rarely gave me grief.

“You’re so quiet,” I murmured, moving my hand up and down her arm.

“I’m just tired.”

I sat up on my elbow and kissed her shoulder, hoping my movement would cause her to face me.  She stayed put.  “What else is bothering you, Becs?”

She finally rolled to her side and looked up at me through her lashes, apprehension on her face.  I moved my hand from her arm to her cheek, urging her to open up to me.

“Talk to me, love,” I said softly.

“Did you ever get into trouble in college?”

I scowled down at her.  I played baseball in college.  I couldn’t get in trouble by mixing with the wrong crowd.  I drank at parties but never got caught.  That was the extent of my law breaking.

“I was an athlete.  I couldn’t afford to get into trouble.”

She suddenly sat up, pulling a pillow to her chest, not looking at me.  Confusion spread over me as I looked up at her.

“So you never fought?”  Her tone was accusing.

Oh crap.

My silence caused her to turn and frown at me.  I ground my teeth, not wanting to relive what she was talking about.  “Who told you,” I sighed, sitting completely up and leaning back on the white Beachwood headboard.

“I think you should be telling me what happened,” she snapped.  “Not asking how I found out.”

I blew out air.  There was no way around this.  “It was complete bullshit is what it was.”

Becca leaned back against the headboard and gave me her no nonsense look.

I sighed and reluctantly began to tell my story.  “Sometimes when I would drink in college, I got a little hot headed.  Cooper was normally with me and would calm me down if I started to feel threatened.  But there was this one asshole…”  I shook my head in disgust.  “He never knew when to shut his mouth.

“Nathan and I were in the same fraternity in college.  We would always go to parties together.  Since he was older, I didn’t have to do all the lame shit underclassmen had to do.  My baseball team took advantage of this as well.  Nathan wasn’t your typical frat boy.  He drank, you’ve obviously picked up on his habit.”

She shrugged her shoulders.  We all knew he was an alcoholic like my mother, but Nathan didn’t recognize it as a problem.

“Anyway,” I continued.  “The only thing different about Nathan was his lack of attempt to hook up with women.”

Becca’s eyes softened.  Maybe it was the change in my tone. 

I turned so I was completely facing her on the bed, crossing my legs and meeting her eyes.  “Nathan has never told me outright he’s gay.  I always just knew.  But Nathan’s tells weren’t as obvious in college.  There was this one asshole named Jonah.  He was my age and was constantly on Nathan’s ass about hooking up with the sorority chicks.  I think I was the only one who could tell how uncomfortable Nathan was when Jonah would pester him to go after a girl or grind against one at a party.  It seemed to happen more and more frequently.  Every party, Jonah wouldn’t let it go.

“Then he said something in front of everyone that made me lose all self control.  I jumped him, literally beat the shit out of him.  I remember blood running from his face.  I couldn’t tell you how many swings I took until Cooper could finally pull me off him.”

I looked away from Becca, recalling the evening and how floored I was.  Nathan meant everything to me.  I wouldn’t stand for someone bullying my brother for something he had no control over.

Becca put her hands on my thighs.  “What did he say that set you off?”

“He shut off the music and called him a faggot.  Everyone stopped talking and looked at Nathan.  Then Jonah told everyone there was a queer in the house since he’d never go after a girl.”

I chanced a glance at Becca, and her eyes were wet.  I looked back down into my lap, not wanting to feel the emotion that was trying to show through.

“The look on Nathan’s face was something I had never seen before.  Nathan was always happy, always on a mission.  He’s always radiating success and compassion.  I know he loves money and shares that same driven mind like RJ, but Nathan has a heart.  To see him trying to hide hurt and inner turmoil because some inconsiderate prick called him out in the most obscene way was destroying.  I went crazy and just… lost it.”

I felt Becca’s hands move from my thighs to my face as she straddled my lap.  She forced me to look back at her.  “Sounds to me like you were protecting your brother.”

I gave her a slight smile.  Only if the courts felt the same way.  “I’m not proud that I put the kid in a hospital.  That he had to eat out of a tube for a week because I fucked up his jaw so bad.  Jonah’s parents were going to press charges, but once they realized whose kid they were dealing with, they went for a settlement.

“RJ was furious, worried about how my actions would affect the company name.   My grandfather was ashamed.   I had never felt more awful then the day my grandfather wouldn’t meet my eyes because he was so disappointed in me.”

“But Tyler, you were standing up for Nathan.  What he said was a hate crime.  How could they not stand by you?”

I swallowed.  “They didn’t know why I attacked Jonah.”

Her eyes went wide again.  “What?  Why?” she said in shock.

“I didn’t want Nathan to be outed that way.  Sure, kids gave statements from the party, but none of it would have been used in court because of the settlement.  RJ saw the statements, and I think that just gave him more reason to give Jonah’s family money to keep them quiet.  As far as I know, all of it has been buried.”

“So no one knows about Nathan?   Surely Mary does.  Would RJ really be that ashamed?  I mean, would your grandfather?  From how you spoke of him I would peg him to support Nathan 100% no matter what,” she said in confusion.

I sighed.  “I loved my grandfather dearly, but he was very conservative.  I don’t know how he would have responded.  Nathan would never admit it, but he was as fond of my grandfather as I was.  He couldn’t face that kind of disappointment.  I think that’s why he keeps quiet.”

Becca shook her head.  “Nathan shouldn’t be afraid to be who he really is.”

I laughed.  “Nathan is career driven.  Yes, he’s gay, but he isn’t out to find the perfect partner.  He cares more about his business life than love life.  Trust me Becs, Nathan is and acts like himself.  No hiding that.  He just doesn’t outright tell people his sexual orientation.”

Becca looked down into my lap as she dropped her hands from my face.

“You said you got hot headed.  Did you ever hurt anyone else like you did Jonah?”

I rapidly shook my head no.  “The only other ‘fights’ I got into were petty ones, where we just pushed each other back and forth and got into each other’s faces.  I never threw a punch as hard as I did at Jonah.”

She nodded her head, but still kept her eyes to her lap, hugging her pillow to her chest.  She was thinking, and I had an idea of what might be going through her head.

I took her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me.  “Becs, I’d never hurt you.  You know that right?  No matter how mad I might get, I would never touch you that way.”

She gave me a gentle smile.  “I know,” she murmured.

I leaned in to kiss her, softly sucking on her bottom lip.  “I’ll always throw a punch to protect you.  I can promise that much.  No one will ever hurt my Becs.  I take care of the ones I love.”

She kissed me back.  “You love your family a lot more than you think,” she whispered.

“You are my family.”