Page 75 of Slow Burn

“Trust me, Trouble. I’m fine.”

“Okay. But let me help you with those stretches. I don’t want you moving the wrong way and making things worse. We can do some light yoga together once you’re ready for it.”

“Thanks,” Beck says, stepping towards me, closing the space between us and wrapping a hand around my waist. “I mean it, Thank you.”

I gaze up into his deep brown eyes, the sadness I saw there earlier replaced with genuine gratitude. I see the kind, gentle man who takes on everyone else’s woes, who shoulders everyone else's burdens and takes it upon himself to fix people’s problems.

“You’re welcome,” I say, and he leans down to kiss me, his lips tender but firm.

“What do I do about this tonight?” he asks when he pulls away.

“Tonight,” I say, running my hands over his pecs, trailing them down his abs and finding his belt buckle. “Tonight, rest, ice, meds. And you let me take care of you for once.”

Beck’s eyelids go heavy, his gaze lowering as he watches me kneel on the ground in front of him. He licks his bottom lip while my hands fumble with the heavy metal standing between me and the only thing I want now.

“Trouble…” he warns. “I told myself I wouldn’t go there with you yet. And I’m holding onto every shred of control I have left here.”

I gaze up at him as I palm the outline of his length through the fabric of his jeans. “It’s okay to lose control every once in a while, Beck. I promise you’ll like it.”

Once I finally have it undone, I work on the button of his jeans, the fabric tight across his hips from his already hard cock.

His length springs free as I push his pants down around his ankles. A bead of precum forms at the tip, and I swipe it across my lips. A groan surges from somewhere deep within Beck, somewhere raw and primal, a place within him I haven’t yet seen.

I want all of it. I want the gentle, sweet, soft side of Beck, the surly, stoney side of him, and the side of him when he loses control.

I lay my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, swiping it up to the tip and circling it. His hips buck at the sensation and he lets out a restrained hiss.

“I mean it, Bossman,” I say, my lips popping off his crown. “Don’t hold back.”

I take him, all of him into my mouth, his tip bumping the back of my throat. My eyes water, and I breathe through my nose, bobbing my head up and down the shaft.

Beck’s hand wraps around the back of my head, gripping my hair in a fist to keep me where he wants me. I glance up at him, our eyes locking together.

“You’re so pretty when I’m fucking your smart mouth,” he rasps.

I let out a hum that vibrates against his cock, and Beck picks up his pace, keeping my head locked in position and slamming into me. It’s as if he’s releasing years worth of pent up emotions with every thrust, and I’m happy to take them from him.

He pumps into me again with a groaned “I’m gonna–”

I wrap my hands around the back of his hips, holding him in place while his cum shoots down the back of my throat. I swallow it, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand once he pulls out.

“Did you…?” Beck asks, pulling up his black boxer briefs, but leaving his jeans on the floor.

I throw him a wink. “I told you I wanted all of you.”

Beck shakes his head with a huff of laughter, and scrubs his hand through his hair in one of the sexiest moves I’ve ever seen a man do. “You really are trouble.”

“You have to admit, a little risk is fun,” I say.

“Speaking of risk,” Beck says, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting kisses on my face. “Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me,” he repeats. “To the rodeo this weekend. We’ll go just the two of us, get away from here, away from prying eyes.”

By prying eyes, I’m sure he really means my brother.

Beck’s mouth travels down the smooth column of my neck, and despite all of my hesitations, he’s so fucking convincing.