underage, man.
You were fifty-five or twenty-five, you waited until that pussy hit majority.
Then you hit it.
Digger had always given him a shiver.
Rosalie had avoided him.
Beck had learned that Rosalie listened to her heart and her head and her gut.
He had no right to take anything from her, not anymore.
But that lesson he was gonna learn.
And Beck had shit he needed to do with these guys. He wouldn’t be anywhere near the fuckers if he didn’t.
Amends needed to be made.
What he’d done, he’d never scrape off The Boy Who Was No Good.
Rosalie didn’t hate him. He made it so he meant so little to her, she’d just moved on from him and didn’t look back.
But if his brother had lived to know what he’d done, he’d never speak to Beck again.
He had to find a way to be able to look at himself in the mirror, and that was not about coming to terms with the scar brother Hound of the Chaos MC had carved into his face after he’d been the man behind laying Rosalie low.
It was about finding a way to live with himself.
Or at least sleep.
He didn’t have time for whatever fucked-up shit that had a perv like Digger acting even weirder.
But his gut was talking.
And he’d learned what it meant when he didn’t listen.
But mostly, he’d learned that even if everyone around him was running one way, if he stopped, fought against the tide and got trampled, that was all right.
Because it would be his choice.
His.
So Beck was going to listen to his gut.
It’d make a nice change.
Beck sat with his back against the headboard, his knees cocked, legs spread, and watched her go down on him.
She wasn’t real good with her mouth.
But she wanted to be, gave it her all, and her mouth had to get tired with all the effort, but she didn’t give up.
All her blonde hair all over his crotch and her pretty face with her eyes closed in concentration, her mouth full of his dick helped.
She eventually got him there and he slid his hand along her cheek and cupped her jaw to share where he was at.
She didn’t like to swallow.
So she slipped him out, jacked him to finish with a tight fist (she was better at that) and he came all over his stomach.
It wasn’t the best orgasm he’d ever had.
But she tried.
When he came down, he saw she was searching his face hopefully.
That hope wasn’t about getting hers.
It was hope she’d given it to him like he liked it.
“C’m’ere, baby,” he murmured.
She crawled up into his lap.
He kissed her as he slid his fingers into the front of her panties and started to finger her clit.
She sighed into his mouth.
It was sweet.
It was also sweet she was shy about getting naked for him.
He could coax her out of her bra but only after he got her in the zone.
Unless he was fucking her, the panties stayed.
It was wild, considering her job was handling costumes, makeup and that kind of shit for Valenzuela’s porn biz. She was around sex and nudity all the time.
Even with that, she had a hint of square in her.
Beck found it cute.
He kissed her, sucked her tits and worked her clit, finger fucking her a little when she got close so he could draw it out, make it more intense.
She went for him and he watched. She was pretty, but she was a lot prettier when he made her come.
She slid her cheek against his, pushed her face in his neck, and against his better judgement and the guard he’d put up to protect her, Beck allowed himself to feel that. Allowed himself to absorb her cuteness. Her lovability. The indication she wanted to be loved. And for once he ignored her aversion to his cum and wrapped his arms around her, held her to him, stroking her back as she came down.
Her hair smelled like honey and coconut. This meant she smelled both sweet, and like a vacation.
He dug that about her.
He’d always been about brunettes. Exclusive.
Rosalie had been a brunette.
So he was done with brunettes.
“Good?” he murmured.
“Yeah, Beck,” she whispered into his skin.
“I’ll clean you up,” he said.
“I’ll do it.”
He twisted his neck and dipped his chin in a way she had no choice but to slip her head to his shoulder.
He caught her eyes and slid his hand up to her face.
He pulled the hair out of her lashes, smoothed it back, then again cupped her jaw.
“I’ll clean you up,” he repeated.
He’d