It made me wonder if Beckham actually had to use the bathroom or if he had other intentions after entering the house.
Waking up in the middle of the night, I glanced over at the clock to see it was only two thirty in the morning. Hearing some noise from the closet, I watched as Gavin pulled out a suitcase as well as some suits. He seemed to be in a rush by the way his eyebrows furrowed and hands moved.
“Gavin…” I croaked softly as I sat up before turning on the lamp.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, Rose… but a few of the guys and I have an important case, and we need to go to Chicago for a few days.”
“At two in the morning?” I asked.
“We have a meeting at nine AM, and Brent is getting a friend to lend him the jet.” Gavin placed a small kiss on my head, and I bit my lip as he grabbed his luggage. “The guys have already left to get ready, and Walter’s waiting for me outside. I asked Beckham to lock the patio door, and I’ll lock the front door. I love you.” He spoke in a rush, grabbing the last of his things.
“Love you too,” I whispered, but he was already out the door, making his way downstairs. I heard the front door close, and I lay my head back down after turning off the lamp. I was still recovering from earlier and going back to bed would be the best way for me to forget about it for the moment.
However, as I began closing my eyes, my eyebrows furrowed as I heard a door open from downstairs and a few footsteps.
Sitting up, I shouted, “Gav? Did you forget something?”
No response. The footsteps got closer, and I bit my lip as my heart raced. Surely I had nothing to be afraid of, but the eerie silence didn’t help as I was presumably the only one home.
“Gavin?” I said again, and before I could even panic, my heart dropped.
I asked Beckham to lock the patio door, and I’ll lock the front door.
Jumping out of bed, I ran over to lock my door, only for the man of my nightmares to open it with a sinister smile on his face.
“Flower... did you get some rest?”
“You mean after you violated me in my own kitchen? I tried to, but Gavin woke me up.”
He hummed as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, causing me to gulp softly. He approached me slowly, and I sighed as he wrapped his arm around my waist and threaded the other through my hair.
“Beckham, what do you want? You had your fun earlier.”
“I want to fuck you on the bed you share with him,” he stated, his possessiveness evident in his eyes.
I looked at him in utter shock. “Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
I did my best to push him away, only for him to pull me in closer and tighten his hand in my hair. I glared up at him angrily as he suffocated me with his presence, but he simply gazed into my rage-filled eyes before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
I moaned softly and jumped as he squeezed my ass in his hands. I placed my hands on his chest to possibly push him away, yet he simply pulled me closer.
Slowly, one of his hands drew down my robe. I pulled away, biting my lip as I looked up into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he didn’t. No matter how much I wanted to say no, I couldn’t, and he knew that. Not when my body kept betraying me, heat curling deep in my stomach as his hands mapped my skin like he already owned it.
He knew his power over me, and I hated him for that… hated him for a lot of reasons, actually.
Turning me around, he pushed me down onto the bed, and I landed on all fours. I listened as he unbuckled his pants, and in an instant, I was clutching the sheets as he pushed his length into me. Still sensitive from earlier, I reached one hand back to slow him down, but he simply ignored me as he grabbed my wrist, forcing himself deeper and faster in my heat.
“So fucking good every time…” he muttered.
I felt breathless as the pressure in my lower stomach started building up. However, I was quickly brought out of my lust when I heard a familiar ringtone, Gavin’s ringtone, go off on my phone sitting on the nightstand.
Beckham grabbed the phone and handed it to me as he slowed his thrusts.
“Answer it.”
I shook my head quickly, practically convulsing, as he managed to still hit every pleasurable spot in me.
