By the time she makes it to the bottom of the porch steps everyone is already inside and no doubt fucking, thank fuck I had the forethought to leave the TV on in my room so my son won’t have to hear the girls screaming. Val grips the rail and slowly lifts her gaze to mine, I search her gaze for a beat and cock my head to the side.

  “Faking it are ya?” I taunt, she shrugs.

  “Having an alcoholic as a father taught me how to fake it like a pro,” she quips.

  “Why?”

  “Because I knew your friends would hide away so you could yell at me for being stupid and making dumb choices.”

  “You did make a fucking stupid choice today, you left—”

  “Because I couldn’t stand to look at you with her any longer!” she shouts.

  "The fuck?”

  “Fuck you, Beckett, I fucking hate you!” she screams as she storms up the steps and tries to barge past me but I grip her elbow halting her.

  “You don’t get to yell at me, then storm the fuck off. You ran away once already, Valance.”

  “Because you fucking killed my dad!” I grit my teeth and drag her into the house not needing anyone to walk past and hear that shit. I drag her ass into the game room, knowing this is about to get loud and I don’t want to do this in my room and wake Dawson. “Get the fuck off me!” The moment I kick the door closed I release her with a hard shove, she stumbles a couple of steps before turning and pinning me with a nasty look.

  “Come on then, let’s hear it, baby,” I taunt.

  “I hate you!”

  “I hate you too, baby.”

  “You fucked my life up.”

  “You fucking ruined mine the moment you ran from it!” The composure I had is gone, I’m in her face now. She tries to back away but the moment she smacks into the wall her face falls because she knows I have her trapped. “You fucking left me!” I roar. She trembles on the spot, tears fill her blue eyes and she gazes up at me. “You. Left. Me.” I make sure she can hear the anger in my tone.

  “I never left you!” she grits out as she pushes into me. “I came back, I jumped out of that fucking car. I may have been angry at you for what you did to my father, Beckett, but I still fucking loved you and would have chosen you every time.”

  “Bullshit! You didn’t pick me, you picked the easy fucking way.” She shoves against my chest but I grip her wrists and pin them above her head as I get in her face.

  “I didn’t have it easy. While you were fucking your best friend’s girlfriend, I was struggling to make ends fucking meet to feed our son.” She laughs but there is no humor to it. “As it is, I’m behind in rent, I’m about to be taken to court because I’m that far behind on his childcare payments. But don’t worry, baby, you just keep shoving your cock in any bitch’s hole while I struggle to raise our son.”

  “What’s got you angrier, Val? The fact I didn’t sink without you or the fact I moved on and fucked other girls?” Tears leak from her eyes as she slackens in my hold, forcing me to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

  She slowly lifts her tear-filled gaze to mine and my chest cracks wide open at the vulnerability I see in her eyes. “You got to move on while I raised a part of you every single day. Some days it hurt to look at my own son because of how much he looks like you. I’m happy that you thrived and made something of yourself, good for you for moving on. I admit, I’m jealous that you have.”

  I frown. “Why?” She tentatively reaches up and cups my face between her hands and smiles sadly.

  “Because there is no moving on from someone like you. One day I may be able to let you go but right now, I can’t. I’ve always loved you, Beckett. I’m so sorry you thought I abandoned you. My mom dragged me by my hair to the car, I tried to fight but I was too weak.” I release my hold on her and stumble back shocked at her words.

  Valance

  Leaving Beckett standing there was one of the hardest things I have ever done, but I can’t force him to believe me. After placing a kiss on my boy’s head, I quietly slipped into the bathroom to shower. Standing here under this amazing shower head, I let the water wash away my tears. Earlier tonight, hearing the timeline from Leah about Beck leaving in two days hit home. I feel like I just got him back in my life, even if he is angry and hates me at least I get to see him. Do you know how hard it is to see someone you shared a love so strong and deep with, look at you like you are the bane of their existence?

  Pray you don’t find out because it fucking hurts. When a sob tears from me, I cover my mouth with my hand to quieten them. When a cold draft hits my back, I spin around and nearly slip on the tiles until his arms snake out to steady me.

  “Tell me to go and I’ll leave.” The vulnerability in his words has me stunned speechless, well that and the feeling of his hands on my naked hips has a shiver racing down my spine. He slowly shifts his hold on me until my back is to him, the sharp intake of air that comes from behind me has me tensing, knowing that he can see the scars my father left on me from his belt buckle. “I’m not fucking sorry for what I did to him,” he growls. I drop my chin to my chest and slowly turn back to face him.

  “They don’t hurt anymore.” I slowly allow my gaze to travel up his naked legs. His thighs are thick and strong, and the moment my gaze lands on his hard cock, my breath hitches.

  Sweet Jesus!

  It’s almost like along with his body his cock has grown as well. He’s always had a thick girth, but the length of his cock is longer than I remember… but it’s the piercing on the head of his cock has my eyes widening. My mouth starts to water and I quickly swallow before continuing my ogling. God, his body is a work of art. The moment I meet his gaze a shudder rolls through me. Gone is the anger, a look of pure hunger shines in the depths of his pale green eyes. Before another word can be spoken, he clasps my face between his hands and meshes his mouth to mine. I moan the second the taste of him invades my senses. I reach out and grip his hips, loving the shiver that rolls through him at my touch.

  Before I can deepen the kiss he pulls back and stares down at me. “I’m not going to Alaska.” My eyes widen in surprise.

  “What?” He smirks smugly.

  “I spoke to the guys, with everything that has been going on with you and this fucker with the flowers we agreed to put it off for a few months.” I don’t use words, I jump on him, and he grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me until I lock my legs around his waist. I feel his hard length press against me and groan. He leans in and trails kisses down my neck before he nips at the soft skin drawing a strangled moan from me. “Fuck, I missed this,” he growls before he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking hard. I cry out, only for him to tear his mouth free and pin me with a warning look. “Keep your fucking mouth closed. If Dawson wakes up before I get my dick inside you, your pussy will pay the fucking price.” My mouth drops open in shock. Beck has always been a demanding fucker when it concerns sex but now that we’re older, the edge of darkness that clings to him, has me obeying his demand.

  When he sucks my nipple into his mouth again, I bite down on my lip to keep quiet but fuck it’s so hard when he flicks his tongue several times over it. “Fuck, Beck!” I whine as he switches sides and pays my other nipple the same amount of attention. I grind against him, trying to find some type of friction. My clit is aching to be touched, and my pussy keeps clenching on nothing but air. He releases my nipple with a pop before claiming my mouth again, this time he tells me without words through this kiss that he owns me. The longer he kisses me and won’t touch me the more I grow frustrated needing him to apply a bit of pressure or fucking something to my pussy, it’s been too long since I felt his hands on me.

  Breaking the kiss he smirks at me. “What’s wrong, baby?” The smug edge to his tone tells me the fucker knows exactly what he is doing to me—well, two can play at this game.

  “Either shove your fingers inside my pussy or put me down so I can make myself come.” The shocked look on his face has me smirking, until his eyes darken. I expect him to give in to my demand, but what I don’t expect is for him to cover my mouth with his, draw his hips back and then slam up inside me. I scream so fucking loud into his mouth. Tears prick my eyes. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, our breaths are coming in short rapid pants.

  “Don’t give me an ultimatum because I’ll always get my way.” I should be pissed off by his words, but the truth is, I’m not. The fucking way he was able to slip inside me with ease is a clear sign that he made me wetter than fucking Niagara Falls.

  “Beck…” I moan as he slowly pulls out of me until the tip of his head is all that remains, before slamming all the way inside again drawing a cry of pleasure from my lips.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he growls, before wrapping an arm around my waist and using his other hand the clamp over my mouth to keep me quiet. He continues to thrust lazily in and out of me while maintaining eye contact. I can’t explain but him watching me the whole time, adds a level of kinkiness I never knew I craved during sex until now. “Fuck, baby, tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

  He moves his hand allowing me to answer as he pushes so deep inside me I groan. “It belongs to me,” I taunt. His eyes narrow before he slaps his hand over my mouth again. His thrust becomes deeper, more purposeful to the point I break out in a cold sweat and grind down onto his cock as I try to chase my release. I can feel it right there but it’s almost like Beck is making sure that I… my eyes widen. He smirks in answer. I bat his hand away ready to curse him out until he silences me with a kiss that steals my breath.

  The moment he ends our kiss he speaks. “It’s my fucking pussy, Valance, learn it, love it, and deal with it because you aren’t leaving again.” He smashes his mouth to mine again and fucks me so hard against the wall that I know my back will be aching for days. I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my nails into his skin. When I feel my impending orgasm slam into me, I scream into his mouth as he keeps fucking me like a savage. I don’t even get a chance to come down from my orgasm before he is roaring his release into my mouth and he’s coming deep inside me. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as we try to regulate our breathing. He spins us around so his back is to the wall and slips down until he’s sitting on the tiled floor with me straddling him and his cock still inside me.

  I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes savoring this moment. He absentmindedly runs his fingers through my hair massaging my scalp. “So, if you haven’t fucked anyone since we were together—” I tense in his hold. “Who the fuck is that dick from earlier?” I sit back and look down at him.

  “You are seriously asking me that while your dick is still inside my pussy?” His eyes narrow as he grips the back of my neck and drags me forward until my forehead rests against his. My eyes shoot wide and I gasp when I feel him getting hard inside me, again.

  “Who’s pussy?” he growls as he uses his other hand to grip my waist and hold me in place as he thrusts up inside me.

  “Shit!” I groan, he feels so fucking deep this way. He switches his hold from my neck to gripping my hair. He yanks on the strands until my neck is craned back and my throat is exposed to him. My body takes on a mind of its own and begins to grind down on him. He growls his approval before he sucks my nipple into his mouth, drawing a sharp cry from me. “Beckett,” I moan his name like a fucking prayer.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I breathe out. He smirks as I grind down on his cock, grips my waist and lifts me off him before placing me on the tiled shower floor and standing. His cock slaps angrily against his toned stomach. “What the hell?” I grit out as I stare up at him.

  “Until you can admit that your pussy belongs to me, I refuse to allow you to ride my cock.” My eyes widen in outrage. He smiles triumphantly and tries to step past me but I reach out and grip his cock in my hand, halting his movements. Before he can say anything I rise up on my knees and pump him twice relishing in the hiss that escapes him. “Valance…” he warns. I bat my lashes up at him, holding his gaze as I wrap my lips around his cock and moan at the taste of him. “Oh fuck,” he growls, reaches behind himself blindly and turns the shower off before gripping the back of my hair and holding me in place.

  “Hmm,” I moan when he thrusts his hips and his cock slams into the back of my throat, making me gag. I love how he has always taken what he wants and never asks permission. Beckett is a broody son of a bitch who learned at an early age to never cave to the demands of others and always go after what you want.

  “Hollow you cheeks and swirl your tongue—-” Before he can finish I suck and lick his cock like I know he likes, silencing him. “Ah, fuck yes, baby, like that.” I allow him to fuck my face how he likes until I feel his cock start to swell in my mouth. Before he can come down my throat I pull back and release his dick with a wet pop. The shocked look in his eyes almost makes me laugh out loud as I climb to my feet and pat him on the chest.

  “Oh, baby, you forget who taught you how to fuck. You and I both know I play the long game better than you ever have. You know the saying, treat em’ mean, keep em’ keen.” It’s true, I wasn’t a virgin when I met Beckett. I lost it a few months prior to Brady Bourne from the trailer park across town. But, Beck was a virgin and I was the one who taught him.

  Beckett

  The dirty little sex demon turns, giving me a clear view of her naked, pert ass as she tries to step out of the shower.

  Not today.

  I snap out my arm, grip the back of her neck and yank her around to me. I don’t give her a chance to say shit before my mouth is on hers. She moans the moment I swipe my tongue over hers. I slide my hands down her body, grip the globes of her ass and squeeze, relishing in the whimper that tears from her throat. I swallow the sound and deepen the kiss as I pick her up and carry her out of the shower. I place her on the edge of the bathroom counter, a hiss escaping her the moment her ass touches the cold marble.

  I step back and run the pads of my fingers down her body loving the shivers that travel through her at my touch. I run a single finger through her folds and growl my approval when I push a finger inside her, loving that I can still feel my cum inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” she rasps out as I push my finger in and out of her. I pull it out and ignore the sounds of protest that comes from her as I bring the digit to her lips.

  “Suck it.” Her eyes blaze with need as she opens her mouth, sucks my finger inside and swirls her tongue around it moaning at the taste. “You like tasting my cum?” She nods as she begins to bob her head up and down on the single digit causing my cock to twitch at the memory of her blowing me. I yank it free and push in between her legs forcing her to crane her head back in order to maintain my gaze. “Tell me that pussy is mine and I’ll make you come so fucking hard you’ll see stars, baby.” The moment her pupils dilate and her breathing turns shallow I know I’ve won.

  “It’s yours.” I line my cock up with her entrance and push inside her an inch.

  “Say it again,” I demand as I reach out and twirl her nipples between my fingers, her head lulls back against the mirror.

  “It’s your pussy, now fuck it.”

  Jesus Christ, I have missed this, with her.

  I slant my mouth over hers to mute her cries as I slam inside her, relishing in the way her greedy little cunt strangles my cock. I fuck her at a punishing pace, loving the way she goes from pulling my hair to clawing my back and locking her arms around my neck as her orgasm begins to crest inside her. The moment I feel the walls of her pussy start to clamp down I break the kiss, cover her mouth with my hand and reach between our bodies. I pinch her clit. Her eyes snap wide as she arches forward and screams into my hand coming all over my fucking cock. I don’t give her a chance to ride out the aftershocks, I pull out, grip my cock and pump myself until jets of cum spurt all over her.

  Fuck.

  The sight of her spent and flushed with my cum covering her, has a sick sense of satisfaction flowing through me. I reach out and smear it all over her tits, stomach and swipe my finger through it before pushing that finger inside her. I fucking love the sounds she makes. Valance is just as fucking depraved as I am when it comes to sex, she fucking gets off on shit like this, always has. She reaches down, grips my wrist and pulls my finger free before lifting it to her mouth and sucking it clean while looking me right in the eyes.

  This girl is a fucking temptress.

  “Momma!” I slowly blink an eye open at the sound of my son’s voice. I lift my head and peek over Valance’s to see him sitting up on her other side. He frowns when he looks at me then his mother who is currently wrapped around me with her face buried in my chest, sound asleep. “Becky like Momma?” I smirk, nothing gets passed this kid.

  “How about, I take you downstairs to make pancakes and we leave your mommy sleep?” Dawson beams at me and nods eagerly. I slip out of the bed and grab a pair of sweats, pull them on and quietly help Dawson from the bed and creep from the room. When we make it downstairs, I find Darius and Corvin both in the kitchen. Corv is sipping a coffee and D is making a protein shake. At the sight of Dawson, they both beam at my kid.

  “I make pancake with Becky.” Corvin and Darius both clap and smile, the more I hear him call me Becky the more pissed I get. He should be calling me dad or daddy not calling me by my fucking name.

 

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