Moans surge from her, unbidden. “Beckham,” she whimpers, her eyes crashing shut.
“Gorgeous, look at me,” I murmur, my voice rasping past the thickness in my throat. Our gazes connect, vibrant green to electric blue. “Anything you want, you can have. Anything. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked.”
She shakes her head, reaching for me. “I need you inside me. I need you to be with me.”
Thank fuck.
I don’t waste time, climbing onto the bed behind her, making room for myself between her legs again. Only this time, I grasp her hips. “Up,” I urge. And when I lift her, she lands on her knees, her ass in the air while her upper body remains where it was, resting on the mattress.
Peeking at me and breathing hard, a question rushes from her lips. “Do you wish you’d let me know you were there that night?”
I shake my head, smoothing my hands over her ass cheeks. “No. But I’m sure as fuck glad you know I’m here now.” The head of my cock edges inside her wet pussy, and stars burst behind my eyes. I groan, holding myself still. The vibrator at her clit. I grunt out, “Oh fuck, that’s good. You feel good, baby?”
And then she blows my mind, driving backward and impaling herself on my dick. She lets out a moan, the likes of which might bring down the house, but I don’t fucking care. I can’t think with my cock buried in her cunt, her inner muscles twitching and squeezing me.
I throw my head back, words tumbling from my lips that I don’t mean to let loose. “Echo. Help me silence these demons in my head.”
She angles her head back so she can see me and nods, “I’ll help you. I promise.”
I curl my body around hers, and we crash together, all moans and sweat and frantic movement as we edge closer and closer to oblivion. My lips skim over her back, and I tease her breasts with one hand. In return, the little imp moves the vibrator down to where we’re connected. A roar rips from my throat as cum spurts from my cock.
“Oh god. Beckham. Please.”
I don’t stop moving inside her, my path now extra slick with her arousal and my cum. Taking the vibrator from her, I move it back to her clit, and it’s like I’ve hit her with an electric current. Her back bows and her head snaps back, red hair fanning over the top of her back. “Fuck, Beck.Yes.” Her pussy spasms around my cock, and I grunt in satisfaction at the sensation. She understands me and my unusual needs. She hadn’t been lying when she told me she felt a connection between us. Fuck, I may have let it slip when I was drunk and half out of my mind, but my head is clear, and I’m certain now. I’m in deep with this girl. I’m in love.
FOURTEEN
WILDER
Dead eyes stare at me.My hands shake uncontrollably. Sick gurgles in my stomach, rising steadily, closer and closer to spilling from my throat. The taste of it is bitter in my mouth, and I can’t help but gag.
My feet won’t move, but my entire body trembles uncontrollably. I scream, but no one hears me. I turn, racing away, then fall to my knees so hard the reverberations rock through me from head to toe. Vomit. My body tries so hard to eject the contents of my stomach, it strains the muscles of my abdomen and bursts blood vessels in my eyes. I gasp for breath.
Staring in the mirror, wild eyes blink, facial features drawn. Lips tremble. What have you done?
Blood. Everywhere. Splatter. Naked bodies. Horror-stricken expressions. My heart pounds and pounds as my brain delves into dark, dirty places. Skin crawling, I know I can’t handle this. Don’t want to look anymore.
I need this to be over. I need to erase all of it from my head. Every sick memory. Every twisted moment.
Someone is screaming, the sound hoarse and heart-wrenching. Over and over and over. It’s so agonizingly awful, Iwish someone were there to make them stop. I can’t listen for another second.
“Wilder. Wake up, man.” A rough voice rouses me from sleep.Royal.
I suck in a sharp breath, bolting to sitting. My legs are trapped, and I panic for a moment until I realize the sheets are twisted around my legs. I grunt, kicking myself free. My eyes finally fly open, but I can’t see shit in the pitch dark of the room. “Fuck. What the fuck,” I heave out, my heart racing out of control. Sweat has popped out on my forehead, and I swipe it away, only to realize my chest is drenched with it as well.
“I assume that was a nightmare,” Royal grunts out. “You fuckin’ hit me and woke me up.” He pushes onto his elbow.
Royal had joined me in bed shortly after I’d crashed, too exhausted for it to even matter what we’d done together the last time we’d slept side by side. He said he’d sent Beckham to Echo, knowing she’d be who he needed tonight.
Fuck.I’m glad she didn’t see me like this.
“Can I get you something? Water? Or something else…? I bet Kara has some alcohol stashed somewhere if you need something to mellow you out.”
I shake my head, unable to dislodge everything clawing at my brain. “No. I’m good. It was nothing.” I flop down on my side and tuck the pillow under my head, tormented by all the demons that chased me through sleep. Fragments of memories, old and new. Disturbing imagery and fucked-up thoughts.
The mattress gives as Royal moves, and then, out of nowhere, his arm loops around my waist, and he tugs me back against his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder as he whispers, “You’re fuckin’ shaking. Don’t tell me that was nothing.” The warmth of his hand splayed over my pec distracts me for a moment before I rear up, breaking free of his hold.
I climb hurriedly from the bed, my head bowed and chest heaving. “I said it was nothing. Back off.” Lifting my arms over my head, I lock my fingers together as my chest heaves. I stride across the room, and back, unsure whether what’s in my goddamn head will ever leave me the fuck alone. If I keep moving, maybe I can outrun it. Everything distorts in my mind and is now ten times worse than living through it the first time.
