She had my balls in her palm again, her other hand wrapped around my cock, moving in tandem with her mouth.
“Yes, that’s it, beautiful.” My release built quickly and pleasure jolted through every nerve in my body. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. Fuck.”
Clara kept licking and sucking until I had nothing left, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. I groaned, my entire body spent.
When she swirled her tongue around the super sensitive head, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Too much,” I ground out. Clara released her hold and just grinned up at me wickedly.
Who knew my little wren matched my sexual appetite?
Chapter Six
Clara
Damn, but it felt good to tease and please Beckett.
I’d certainly planned on making it happen at some point tonight but discovering him naked in the shower had been an unexpected opportunity I was not about to pass up.
Now, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of old sweatpants I’d somehow left here at one point, I watched him make and serve food. He wore nothing but boxer briefs and a large t-shirt … and it was an excellent view. But my mind started to whirl.
I could already hear the questions, the “I knew it” statements from people we hardly spoke to, and the “I told you so” from people in our lives who have been listening to us say that we’re just friends for over a decade.
Then there were whispers that I was a gold-digger. Not that Foxhollow Ridge was somehow a destination for the elites of the world, but Beckett’s family had helped establish Foxhollow Ridge generations ago. And there used to be some sort of social hierarchy back in the day. But neither of his parents had everjoined politics or anything of the sort, outside of his mom being part of the PTA while the boys were in school.
Meanwhile, my family name didn’t have any wealth or generations of powerful people behind it. My maternal grandparents moved here only about fifty years ago, when my mom was a young child. My dad’s side of the family had been here for longer, but not enough to grant any kind of social standing.
I’d gotten looks from plenty of girls and their moms when Beckett had escorted me to all of our school dances and functions. I’d just thought my classmates were jealous because Beckett didn’t show any interest in dating them. I hadn’t let it take up too much mental real estate.
Not until the day after our senior prom when Beckett and I went as friends and Cassidy Miller’s mom called me a “gold-digging tease” under her breath as I stood behind her in line at the coffee shop. Cassidy Miller and I had never been friends, but I also hadn’t realized her mother had disliked me so much. After that, people had gotten more brazen with their thinly or not-at-all veiled comments.
Things had settled after we all graduated college and either moved away or didn’t see each other much anymore. Then, I took over the boutique and brought local artists and artisans, including Cassidy’s sister, Nora, and their wares to the shop. The rumors had dissipated entirely – or at least were nowhere near where I could hear them.
But now that Beckett and I were … whatever this was, it would only get worse. I could already hear it.“The Whitlock girl is such a tease.”
Or worse,“He’s settling for her.”
My heart squeezed. Oh god, what if that’s what was happening? What if all of this was just because I’m here and convenient?
“Where’d you go?” Beckett’s voice broke through the noise in my head. I looked up and there he was, across the table from me, concern written all over his face.
“What?” I didn’t know what to say. How could I possibly explain that I knew what people would say about us before we even brought up the topic of an ‘us’? How could I tell him I was afraid that he was only interested because I’m right there?
I couldn’t.
“Just now. You thought of something and you jumped down whatever rabbit hole it was.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Busted. You know me really well.” I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing. I took a bite of my food to avoid saying anything else.
Beckett grinned across the table. “I think so, but I’m also learning all kinds of new information about you.”
Those words along with that smirk on his face made heat flush elsewhere. I was definitely attracted to him, no doubt about that. But was that all he wanted? To finally get in my pants? He’d never made a move before, and there’d been plenty of times over the years when he could have. So why now? What changed?
I still didn’t know what to say, and I kept pushing food around on my plate instead of speaking.
I knew Beckett saw my nerves, even if he didn’t know what caused them. He always did. He stood, came around the table, pulled my chair and turned it to face him, and knelt in front of me.
I could hardly look at him.
