Page 82 of Redemption
“Shh.” I trace my finger over the bulge in his underwear before slipping my fingers under the waistband and freeing his impressive length. “Let me take care of you, Beck.”
Beck curses as I lean forward, swirling my tongue over his tip before taking him into my mouth. He gathers my hair with one hand, holding it back so he can watch me. “You’re killin’ me, Pres.”
I moan, relishing the taste of his skin as I coax him deeper into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside of his cock. There’s too much of him to fully take, so I develop a rhythm using my hand and mouth, and before long, Beckett’s hips start rocking on their own accord. He thrusts into my mouth in slow, shallow movements, all the while telling me how much he loves me. How amazing my mouth feels wrapped around him. How he’s the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
Beck’s grip on my hair tightens as he groans. “Jesus, that’s so good. I’m gonna come, Pres.”
My fingernails dig into his ass, pulling him closer. I take him in as far as I can, increasing the suction as he surges into my mouth. When he’s done, I pull away and sit back on my knees, Beckett’s salty taste on my tongue. I smile, proud of myself for taking my power back and more than a little aroused. I choke out a surprised laugh when Beck scoops me up and tosses me on the mattress with a bounce.
“Beckett! What are you doing?”
His muscular body hovers over mine as he slowly unties the belt to my robe. He kisses down my neck, to my breasts, down the center of my abdomen. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, Pres.” He winks, clearly amused with himself for throwing my words back at me. I open my mouth to deliver a sassy retort, but the moment Beck’s tongue swipes through my hot flesh, all conscious thought flies out the window.
* * *
My phone rings as I’m climbing into my Jeep after my shift at the bar. Every muscle in my body tenses when I look down at the caller ID and see Sebastian’s name. I think about ignoring him, but it’s been almost two months since our divorce paperwork was filed, and this is the first attempt he’s made to contact me. My curiosity gets the best of me as I decide to accept the call. Since Bluetooth isn’t an option on this old thing, I’ll have to talk to him from Dive Bar’s parking lot.
I take a deep breath as I press the button to answer. “What do you want, Sebastian? You’re not supposed to be calling. I told you, if you had anything to say to me, you could do it through my attorney.”
“Oh, but Presley, there’s nothing legally stopping me from calling you, now is there?”
I frown. “That’s beside the point. What do you want?”
“I wanted to have a little chat. How was your shift tonight?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your shift at your brother’s hick bar,” he explains. “You just got off work, did you not?”
I suppress a gasp. “How do you know that, Sebastian?”
His dark chuckle makes the fine hairs on my arms stand up. “Did you think I was bluffing when I said I had eyes on you?”
Honestly, I did. I figured since I hadn’t heard from him in so long, he was just trying to intimidate me. How could I be so stupid?
“What’s wrong, Presley? Cat got your tongue?”
“What. Do. You. Want. Sebastian?”
“I want you to stop being such a stubborn bitch and come home.”
“I am home,” I say through gritted teeth. “Our divorce should be final any day now, or have you forgotten that fact?”
“Ah, yes, another trivial attempt on your end to cut me out of your life. You didn’t think that was going to actually work, did you?”
I hold my phone out for a second and just stare at it in shock. “Why wouldn’t it work? The paperwork was filed with the courts. I signed your stupid agreement. Now, it’s just a matter of waiting for the judge to sign off on it.”
“Hmm... yes, that is typically how the process goes.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, from what I hear, the courts are incredibly backlogged right now.”
I shake my head. “That’s not what my attorney said.”
“Well, maybe you should check again because your petition won’t be getting in front of a judge anytime soon.”
I have to forcibly unclench my jaw. “I swear to God, Sebastian, if you di—”
