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The past two months since we returned from Italy have been difficult, but one thing has remained. My love for Beckett. I’m weathering this storm because I can’t be without him anymore. I know he’s the love of my life. The man I’ve been waiting for. My Prince Charming.
Is he perfect? No. But he’s close. The only thing we ever argue about is his fighting. When something nasty comes out about me, he gets so angry. The next day I inevitably see bruises on his body and face. It’s his bizarre coping mechanism. He can’t go on like this, but he won’t have a conversation with me about it.
I wake up and look down. Beckett’s hands are where they always are in the morning. On my breasts.
Without bothering to move them, I reach for my phone. I see a text from Reggie.
Reggie: Thanks for dinner tonight. My heart is so full for you. You finally found HIM.
I look at the time of the text. It was sent late last night when Beckett and I were otherwise engaged.
I respond immediately.
Me: Sorry for the delay. We were…otherwise indisposed.
Reggie: I figured. I got some action too. Sam rolled me in flour and found the wet spot.
Me: REGGIE! Cut it out!
Reggie gained weight when Jared got sick. Even though some of her jokes are funny, I know they come from a place of hurt and therefore I can’t stand them.
Reggie: Lighten up. I meant what I said. I’ll give the interview. I’ll set the record straight.
Me: I love you for offering, but no. This, too, shall pass.
Reggie: Guess what? SJ got a call this morning about a scholarship. A full ride to any school of his choice. Interestingly enough, he never applied for this scholarship, and it doesn’t exist online. Know anything about it?
Me: I don’t, but I’m pretty sure I know someone who does.
Reggie: Yep. Give him a category-five BJ from me.
Me: LOL. Will do.
I place my phone down and turn around in his arms. He’s fast asleep. I run my thumb over his gorgeous, kissable lips and think back to our first kiss. The one that basically altered the course of my life. I was already fairly certain my marriage was a mistake, but kissing Beckett confirmed it for me. He and I shared something in our brief encounter that I knew I had never come close to sharing with my husband or anyone else.
I suppose on some level, I knew then that he was the man for me. I couldn’t do anything about it, but in my heart I knew.
I continue to stare at him. He's a beautifully complex man, but I know to his core he’s a good man.
I reach my hand down until I get to his cock. He’s fast asleep but it’s a steel rod right now.
I’m about to work my way down to make good on my promise to Reggie, but before I realize what’s happening, my hands are pinned above my head and he’s situated between my legs. I look at his face. He’s still asleep. I’m the more than willing victim of his sleepfucking at least once or twice a week.
He starts mumbling, as he always does. “I’m sorry. Don’t leave me. I love you. I’m trying to protect you. I’m failing. I need you.”
And then he moves his hips and sinks into me. Oh god, he feels good. I’m not sure why the level of pleasure he gives me continues to shock me, but it always does.
He slowly begins to rock in and out of me. As is often the case, he wakes in the middle of it, smiles at what I’mallowing to happen, and then really ramps things up as he pounds into my body.
After two category-five orgasms for me, he gives in to his own. When we’re done, he rolls to his side and pulls me close.
I run my fingers down his body. “Are you responsible for SJ’s sudden free ride?”
He looks away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do.”
He scrunches his face. “Are you mad?”
