Off Base (12 page)

Water traveled down her body in streams as she stood on the seat, passing over her pointed nipples, her flat stomach…
fuck,
her bare pussy. Beck found himself jealous of the water itself. Nothing should touch her but him. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and slid up his body, legs wrapping around his waist like a vise. Beck’s head fell back on a moan when she reached behind her and led his cock to her slippery entrance. “I’m going to ride you so hard.” She licked up his neck, sending a wave of heat straight to his groin. “All you have to do is watch.”

When she eased down on his length, Beck moaned long and loud. Couldn’t help it. The perfect tightness of her combined with her open-mouthed expression of pleasure blew any other experience in his life right out of the water.

“You know what’s so hot,” she whispered, giving a slow buck of her hips and releasing a shaky breath. “You could walk around with me like this all day without breaking a sweat.”

“Damn right.” A shudder passed through him. “Part of me would love it, too. Letting you milk me everywhere I go.”

She lifted and swiveled her body on the way back down. “What about the other part of you?”

Beck was fast losing focus on anything but the spot their bodies connected, but he pressed their foreheads together, making sure she was looking him in the eye. “The other part of me already wants to kill anyone who will covet what’s mine.”

Her breathing grew choppy. “You fucked this, now it’s yours?”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hands lifting to grip her flexing thighs, barely restraining himself from throwing her down and thrusting until she screamed. “I’m giving you one minute to play, Kenna, then it’s time to start wearing you out. I’ll be making up for lost time with that sinner’s body.”

“Yes, Beck.” Holding on to his shoulders, she leaned back and gave him an earth-shaking view of her writhing body, the spot where his cock appeared and disappeared into her smooth pussy. Around him, her legs increased their hold as she began sliding up and down his length. Her addicting whimpers were almost carried away by the frothing water, but he grabbed and savored them. The faster she moved, the more his sanity threatened to desert him. Needing her close, he crushed her against his chest, taking her mouth in a punishing kiss even as she continued riding his sensitive dick.
Can’t hold off any longer.
He needed to pin her, gain leverage. Thrust as hard as possible.

Without knowing if her minute had expired—and no longer giving a damn—Beck waded toward the hot tub steps, climbing out of the water while Kenna continued to buck and moan, nails digging into his shoulders. Jesus, he loved the pain. It proved she was real and not a trick of his imagination.

His attention snagged on a mirrored wall, stretching along one end of the physical therapy area. The sight of Kenna clinging to him, her back and ass rolling sensually, nearly brought him to his knees.
Closer.
He had to get closer. See the perfection of her up close while experiencing the heaven of her wet heat taking him shallow and deep. Shallow and deep. Teeth gritted, Beck crossed the room at a brisk stride, stopping in front of the mirror. “Damn.
Damn
, Kenna. Look at you.” He gripped her right ass cheek—watched the reflection of his hand squeezing the flesh below her sexy barbed wire tattoo—until she cried out. “If I’d known you existed, coming in my own hand would have been fucking impossible. All those years…” He threw his head back on a groan. “Nothing would have compared. I would have been miserable without your pussy.”

She started to put on a show then. Watching his face as she treated him to a hot bump and grind, her body glistening in the muted light. “The way you squeeze my ass. It’s like you’re trying to prevent yourself from doing more with that hand.”

There was a heady truth behind her words. A desire he struggled to acknowledge because he’d pushed it so deep, ignored it for so long. He took her mouth in a furious kiss, pulling away only when air was required. But even that delicious distraction couldn’t tear his mind away from the invitation in her voice. “What do you mean by something more?”

Her eyes were bright, her voice seductive. “You want to spank me, Beck?”

Chapter Ten

The breath fled Kenna’s lungs as Beck lifted her off his stiff arousal and whirled her around. He hadn’t responded to her question, but his expression had been answer enough. Just when she thought all of Beck’s layers had been peeled back, another was revealed and she loved it. Loved being the one to liberate his repressed sexual nature. A nature that was turning out to be insatiable and filthy. To her, sex had always been enjoyable, but tended to feel choreographed. Nothing about sex with Beck felt planned—it was down and dirty, honest-to-God slaking of lust. Nothing felt off limits. And for someone like Kenna, who didn’t open up easily, it was
freeing.
Like she’d taken flight for the first time.

She faced away from Beck now, her stomach pressed against the edge of a leather therapy table, made slippery from her dripping body. His restraint was obvious as he breathed heavily into her hair, hands flexing at her hips. “I don’t lay hands on women,” he said, voice like gravel.

Exulting in the privilege of being the one to correct his misconception, give him the extra push, Kenna flattened her palms on the table, bent forward and tilted her hips. As if he had no control over his actions, Beck dragged his hard cock up and down the valley of her bottom, making her moan. “This is for my pleasure, Beck.” She tossed her hair, meeting his tortured gaze over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to give me pleasure?”

“Yes.
Constantly
.”

“Then take yours and watch me find mine, too.”

She leaned down and pressed her cheek to the cool leather, her face turned so she could watch him in the mirror. His barrel chest shuddered once, twice, his right hand lifting and flexing in the air. Finally, as if the final barrier had crumbled, his huge hand landed on her backside with a satisfying
slap
. “Oh, God,” she breathed, the flesh between her legs tightening like a fist. Beck’s erection bulged against her backside, telling her without words how affected he’d been. Her vision cleared and she saw him in the mirror, watching her with a mixture of concern and arousal. Sweat had broken out on his forehead, the muscles in his arms straining beneath his skin.
Fuck hot.
“That made me feel so good, Beck.” She licked the saltiness from her lips. “Did you like it?”

“Too much.” His voice had dropped to such a deep pitch, it set off a dark, dangerous throb beneath her belly button. “I’m not sure about the things it made me feel…the things I want to do.”

Kenna started to remind him nothing they did was wrong, but his hand colliding with her still-damp backside had her gasping instead.

“I know what you’re going to say. That nothing between us is wrong,” he grated, smacking her buttocks with increased force. “What if I
want
it to feel a little wrong, darlin’. What then?”

Turned on to a level she’d never encountered, it became difficult to get air into her lungs. Was that
her
making the table shake? “It’ll only be wrong if you stop.”

In the space of two seconds, he’d fisted his erection, guided the thick head to her entrance and plunged every merciless inch inside her, roaring as he went. Kenna screamed into the table’s leather surface but was cut off when he started to drive himself home, again and again. The buildup had been so great, the anticipation so intense, an orgasm stripped her from the inside out. It seemed never ending, bolstered by Beck filling her to capacity with each thrust. The table rocked beneath her, its wooden legs scraping on the ground, but Beck grabbed it by the sides and held it still, kept it from moving forward. Pinned. She was pinned at the hips by his swollen arousal and the knowledge was indescribable.

Kenna thought the force of Beck entering her couldn’t get any greater, but she was wrong. He used his white-knuckled grip on the table to jerk her—
and the table
—back, to meet his drives.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
She became part of the heavy piece of furniture, bent over its edge, existing to service him. Behind her, Beck growled, the sound mingling with the scrape of wood on tile. “You need this, don’t you, Kenna? Need my cock to be the only one that gets you from now on?” He moved faster.
Faster.
“That’s what
I
need.”

Her muffled reply got lost in the sound of wet flesh connecting. She had no idea what her response had been, anyway. Didn’t care. Could only concentrate on the pleasure teasing her loins, getting ready to go off like a camera flash. Almost there.
Almost there.

Abruptly, Beck ceased his tireless drives, removing one hand from the table to reach between her legs. “You need me to touch you here, don’t you? I’m a fast learner, Kenna.” The callused pads of his fingers dragged over her clit, then circled, his hips delivering deliberate, slow thrusts. “I watched every move you made our first night. I know you like when I use my size against you. When I bounce you up and down like a little doll.” His fingers moved faster, rougher. “And now I know a good slap on your perked-up ass gets you the wettest of all, don’t I?”

To emphasize his point, he pulled out until only the tip of his arousal remained inside her, then slammed back inside, demanding an answer. “
Yes!
”

“I know
everything
you need.
Everything
.” His chest aligned with her back, pressing her down into the leather table, his stubble rasping over her ear. “
I’m
your daddy now, Kenna.”

The force of her climax ripped a scream from her lips, the sound bouncing off the tile floor and echoing throughout the room. Her fingernails clawed at the leather, struggling to gain purchase, even though she never would again. She was given no time to process Beck’s words or their impact on her before he gripped the table’s sides once more and heaved her backward onto his waiting erection. Once, twice, three times, before shoving to the deepest recesses of her womanhood and loosing a primitive shout. One that made her feel claimed—owned—as he came. Beck’s body was wracked with tremors that vibrated through her when his huge frame collapsed onto her back.

She listened to the sound of their labored breaths with exhausted fascination. Had she known the moment she saw Beck that he would be important to her? If she thought back, it seemed undeniable and he’d just proven it. Thoroughly. What would compare to this? This feeling of depleted exultancy? Nothing. He’d asked her not to worry about his leaving tonight and in her current state, she had no choice. She wanted to forget about it for the night, leave it in his hands.
I know everything you need. Everything.
The independent woman at her core loathed that sentiment, until it had been spoken by Beck. Now she loved it, because it went both ways. Hadn’t he said he needed
her
back in the bar?

“Take me home,” she whispered, sighing when he kissed her damp neck.

“I’ll always take you home,” he said. “But this time, you stay in bed with me until we’re both ready to get up. I don’t wake up alone this time.”

It was an actual effort to nod. “Okay.”

He lifted her onto the leather table where she curled up on her side as Beck went to retrieve their clothes. After treating her to the sight of him dressing, Beck replaced her panties, slipping her skirt back up her legs with a gentleness that made her chuckle after the way he’d just taken her. He watched her closely as she pulled on her tank top. As soon as she was dressed, Beck lifted her into his arms and carried her pliant body from the building.

* * *

Beck glanced back at Kenna where she slept, her hair a dark, tangled mess on the pillow. The skirt and tank top she’d worn home last night were somewhere back in the living room, he reckoned, leaving her sweet body exposed on top of the twisted sheets. God, she was so damn pretty. If he didn’t think it would creep her out, he could watch her sleep for hours.

How many times last night had he loved her? So many times it felt like a disjointed dream. Hands, mouths, Kenna’s screams, his answering shouts, the bed creaking. Those legs of hers. They’d been shoved open, wrapped around him, pushed up near her ears, bruised by the force of his grip. In the sunlight, those light discolorations made a hard lump form in his throat, but it eased upon remembering her encouragement. The way she’d begged for him to go harder
. Harder.

With considerable effort, Beck turned back around, hands clasped between his knees where he sat on the edge of the bed.

Yeah. Saying the two of them had good chemistry was a woeful understatement. She was necessity now. His safe place, the keeper of his desire. And now that she’d let her guard down, he could barely keep up with the things she made him feel. Protectiveness, awe…happiness. At some point last night, when they’d been catching their breath, her soft voice had reached him across the pillow.
Tell me about your peach farm.

From that point on, they’d talked for hours about his time overseas, her love of welding, only stopping when his cock started to feel heavy, a condition she’d been all too eager to relieve. Just remembering her mouth skating down his torso was questioning his decision not to take her again this morning. Rolling her body over so he could get at that tight pussy.

Damn.

But no, he wouldn’t. Decisions needed to be made, and they didn’t have time to pretend his plane to Georgia wasn’t leaving bright and early tomorrow morning. He had loose ends to tie up before the ceremony tonight, Cullen and his sister to face. Confronting any of it would be impossible without the assurance that he’d have Kenna on the other side. His hands shook at the very possibility that he might not. That she’d wake up and throw her barriers back up, blocking him out.

Beck heard Kenna shift behind him and turned. Ah, Jesus. He hadn’t been prepared for the sight of her smiling in the sunshine with bedhead, lips puffy from kissing. Beck’s heart started to boom just looking at her. She appeared to still be half asleep as she turned onto her back, stretched her arms over her head and yawned. “You were telling me about community peach-picking day.” Her voice came out sounding scratchy. “Why did you stop?”