Poughkeepsie Begins (The Poughkeepsie Brotherhood #0.5) (23 page)

“I’ve still never…”

She whispered it like a special secret, so Beckett reluctantly stopped enjoying touching the tip of his tongue to her jaw.

“Never what?” She smelled so good, like sugar.

“This. I’ve never.” She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.

“Sex? Fucking? Getting screwed?” Beckett bit his bottom lip when she tried to kick him.

“Yes. And those would be the last three terms a girl would use to describe it.” She pretended to get angry.

Her tits were still pointed at him, her arms wrapped around his neck, so he knew he was still good. “It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She sighed. “Are you going to leave again? For months?”

He let his exploring hands drop to either side of her hips. “I don’t know. Probably.”

She put her hands in her lap but didn’t move. “I feel like this is our last time together.”

His blue balls began to weep. “Honestly, I can’t imagine dragging you into what I’m doing. And I can’t stop now. Things have been put in motion that I can’t stop. I mean…”

He pictured the night he’d taken Kick’s business and made it his own. He remembered that when he’d gotten to Jagged’s and found Doreen dead wearing a pink fucking tutu, he felt nothing—a drugged-out dead whore at his feet, and he felt nothing. He’d used her death to further his own gains that night instead of trying to avenge her or even feeling anything human for a person he’d known for months. And now more and more men looked at him with fear in their eyes. He’d murdered people—was planning to murder more, with Rick at the top of his list. As soon as everything was in place, he’d put an end to that sorry sack of shit and rip out his—

Beckett shook his head at this train of thought while this gorgeous, innocent beauty sat on his lap. It would be only a matter of time before someone used her against him. And seeing or even knowing about where he did business would ruin her, ruin the tenderness he saw in her face. He let his hand drift up her leg and fisted her dress, touching her thigh with his knuckles. Candy’s dress was the same color as the tutu DD’s dead body had been wearing.

“Maybe we could get you a GED, and we could apply to the same college and…”

She was talking, and he should have been listening, but it was like he was underwater…“Sweetness, I’m not that guy.” He surfaced to stop her. “You know it; your dad certainly knows it.”

She covered his mouth with her hand, and he kissed it. “I believe you can be more than a drug dealer,” she told him. “I know you can.”

He moved her hand, and released his grip on her dress. Doreen’s had been dotted with blood. Candy’s was still pristine. He had to push this beautiful girl away. He decided to try by explaining that his current lifestyle was more important than the hole ripping in his chest when he thought of never having her in his arms again.

“I have power now,” he began. “It’s just a start, but power. Can you understand that? For as long as I can remember, other people have told me what to do, where to live, how to get food to eat, how bad I am.”

She kissed his lips. “You’re not bad.”

“I am. I’m so bad and getting worse. You don’t need this.” Beckett pulled her dark hair off her shoulder.

“I want you anyway.” She was earnest, and shy despite her bold words.

This girl was the champagne of making love: a virgin, willing, gorgeous, and brave. God, the night they could have.

“I can give you me for a few hours—just the way you like me,” he told her with a sigh. It sounded dirtier than he’d meant it to, but she got it. This night was all he could allow.

He zipped up his jacket on her so no one else got to see her tits in the lobby. They were his. She would be his forever tonight.

A tear slid down her cheek. “Make it count for me, if this is all I get.”

Beckett nodded, deal struck. She scooted off his lap, and he opened his door before going around and opening hers too. She held out her hand and he took it, slamming the door once she’d pulled her dress out of the way.

“Come.” He pulled her behind him.

She stutter-stepped in her heels for a moment, but kept pace.

Beckett walked past the front desk and didn’t even bother to wave or explain.

The elevator opened for him when he pressed the button, and he pulled her in and jabbed the button for the ninth floor.

As soon as the doors closed, he pulled her close, offering her one more out. “Listen. This, what I’m about to do to you? I’m really good at it. When I’m where I need to be, you will only be able to say yes. The way I can make you feel? The way I will make you feel? It’ll be overwhelming.” He ghosted her shape with his hands.

She swallowed and nodded.

“So are you sure? Because once I start, you won’t be able to let me stop.”

The elevator bell sounded as the door opened on their floor. Beckett held it open and waited.

“That sounds like an amazing good-bye.” She kissed his lips, and he murmured his assent.

He led her down to the room he had a brand new permanent key for in his pocket. He held her against the wall by her neck, gently, while he unlocked the door. When her gaze glazed over with want, he knew he had to go all out for her.

Beckett’s fingertips around her throat made delicious things happen to her body. He was so incredibly confident as he pulled her into the hotel room. He kicked the door shut and slapped on a light like he’d promised so long ago. He would watch her come with the lights on. She shivered in anticipation. Soon she would find out exactly what that word meant to him—and for her.

She briefly wondered if she was the first he’d brought here for this purpose, but his arms were around her and his kisses took her to a place of desire, nothing else. He had a way of moving his hands and lips that made her forget to be self-conscious. He tasted incredible. His lips were so soft, and he knew just what to do with his tongue. He unzipped the leather jacket slowly, looking deep into her eyes. And then he moved fast.

Almost before she realized what was happening, her prom dress was just a fluffy pink circle on the floor. He stopped kissing her to hold out his hand. She took it and stepped out of her dress as if she were stepping from a boat to a dock.

He steadied her. “Good girl.”

The filthy, sexy things he began whispering started a fire in her. She didn’t know it could be like this. His hands seemed to be tasting her, touching places she didn’t even know should be touched.

“Just feel,” he encouraged. Then he demanded. “Feel.”

So she tossed her head back when he took off her bra, feeling him grab two handfuls of her. She looked down at his hands on her breasts.

“You are sexy as fuck. Leave your heels on.” Beckett poured adoration on her nipples.

Between his knowledgeable fingers and the tips of his teeth, she nearly lost herself. She’d forgotten she could touch him too.
Of course
. She started on him quickly, undressing him as if he were on fire.

He smiled with full dimples and held out his arms like Christ on the cross. “Open it up, baby. Have at me.”

When she had his chest bare, she touched every bit that rippled. He was a terrific surprise. She knew he was fit, but this…A tiny bit of his tongue peeked out between his lips. She kissed him, chest to chest, loving the bare skin.

“You’re shaking. Are you scared?” She felt the tension along his biceps.

“No, beautiful. I’m just having trouble going easy on you, slow for you.” He put his hands on her hips and dragged them across her stomach.

“Don’t go easy. Teach me what I’m going to like.”

“Shit.”

And then she was in his arms. He had literally swept her off her feet. The bed bounced a bit when he dropped her on it, and when he eased down next to her, he didn’t have his pants on anymore. She was afraid to look.

He acted like he wasn’t naked—speaking to her, telling her beautiful things, dirty things. When he had felt every bit of her, and she was panting, though not even totally sure what for, he slipped her panties off her hips. He kissed her stomach and her thighs and just when she was going to close her legs from an overwhelming bout of modesty, he held her open and kissed her. It took a few licks before she could even get her mind around the fact that he was there. Then the things he’d started doing registered with the rest of her.

Her body knew what to do with sex, even if she didn’t. He added his touch to her nipples, a tiny bit of his fingers inside her, and whatever he was doing with his mouth, and something in her began to build, wave, come for him. She got it then. In that moment she knew what the word
come
meant. It was letting go of everything and having the sensation deliver her at her most vulnerable to him.

She couldn’t stop her own filthy mouth and intermingled curses with his name.

“That’s it. Right there. I love it.” Beckett pumped inside her with his finger, kissing her, inhaling his own name from her lips. The satin she’d worn was such a pretty pink—it now matched the flush on her cheeks and chest. He could watch her feel pleasure for days, the way her whole body clenched with each new wave. He’d badly wanted a bump to settle his nerves for the evening, but he was glad now he’d resisted. This scene needed no enhancement. He was thankful his mind was completely clear. He gently bit the tip of her nipple before giving her a full-tongue lick and a delicious suck. His hand moved so easily between her legs now; she was ready.

He used one hand to keep her going as he slipped on a condom. She was so far gone, she wouldn’t even know to ask, so he had to protect her. He slipped between her legs, and she was just boneless, succumbing to a pleasure so intense that she could only take what he gave her with his fingers.

When he put the tip in, she clenched around him, coming to life again. He kept pressure on her clit, never letting her forget that pleasure was the end game.

“This is it? Now?”

He nodded. “Right now.”

“Okay.”

She grew even more tense, her thighs clamping around him.

He shook his head. “You want it? Open for me. Take a deep breath and feel. What did I say? Just feel.”

He thumbed her into more pleasure, watching the firecrackers of sensation based on her panting breaths. With every new wave, he pushed farther into her. She was in another full-blown orgasm by the time he was completely inside her. He held steady, letting her go through her passion around him. When she was totally engulfed, he began to rock back and forth.

She flinched. The pain that was precursor to the pleasure she would feel for the rest of her life had been inflicted.

He stopped and stilled, leaning over her to kiss her. “Too bad?”

She shook her head. “Just a shock. I was really having a good time there.”

“I know.”

She blushed again, and he swore his dick grew two sizes larger. “Can I finish?”

She nodded. “I can take it.”

He made sure she was panting again, touching parts of her that a lot of men twice his age wouldn’t even know mattered, as he began to pound into her. He released his safety and took what he needed from her sweet, luscious body. The tits, the ass, the amazing legs that would go anywhere he put them—it was heady.

She did everything he wanted. He had her lost in the passion, the romance, and his goddamn talent. Once. Twice, Three times. He convinced her to let him shower with her. He memorized every inch of her, and tasted her before and after the water, loving it. Loving how greedy she was for his tongue.

As she wrapped herself in a towel, he got the blanket from the bed. He picked her up after tossing it over her shoulders and carried her to the bed where he put her down and curled around her. Candy put her head on his chest and snuggled in, tossing the end of the covers over him as well.

They stayed like that for a while. He twirled tendrils of her wet hair between his fingers.

“Was that okay?” he finally asked. She hadn’t spoken, and he hoped her innocence had been ready for all he’d brought to her table tonight.

“So okay.” She lingered on the word
so
to emphasize it.

“Good. Happy birthday to my weakness. Sorry your present was late.”