He slid back up, pushing the tip against my clit, and I tightened my hand around him. He continued the process over and over, he slid up and down. Up and down.
My resolve to tell him no was wavering.
One small move, and he would be inside me. One small move, and Beck would leave a mark on me that I wasn’t sure he wanted to leave.
He would be my first, and even when I wanted to forget him, I knew I never would. If I let him have that part of me, if I let him take it, I would never escape his hold on me.
But the more he rubbed against me, the more I was convinced that I would never want to escape.
“Beck.” I gripped his shoulders and tightened my thighs around him as he hit my entrance again. I had no idea what I was asking for. We were in the middle of a pool, at my job, and I didn’t want anything to do with him only a few moments before.
Now I was willing to give him anything.
“Please. I need more.”
His hand spasmed around mine, but he didn’t stop moving. He pressed harder into my clit, and I squirmed against him.
“Not tonight.” His breathing was heavy, his words rushed. I hadn’t expected him to turn me down. That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.
I looked away from him, but he quickly brought my mouth back to his. He kissed me like he was desperate for it. Like it was the first time our lips had touched.
“Not like this.” He continued to move his hand, and I stared into his eyes as my orgasm built and built. “Not here.”
“You worried I’m going to take advantage of you?” I joked, but his eyes darkened so quickly at my words that I shuddered against him.
I wasn’t Cami. I hope he knew that. I hope he knew that I would never use him like that. I started to tell him that much when his mouth slammed down on mine. His hand moved faster and faster over mine, and I knew he was close.
Water splashed around us, small waves hitting us in the chest, and I tightened my hand around him.
I couldn’t think as he kissed me senseless. I could barely breathe. It only took two more hard strokes of his cock against me, and I fell apart. This orgasm raking through me harder than the first.
My body felt spent, it felt like it couldn’t handle another second of anything, and I gasped as he quickly pumped our hands over him.
He followed me over the edge, his cum hitting my stomach moments before it disappeared in the water, and my body slumped against his.
He held me like that for long moments without either of us saying a word, but I knew we couldn’t stay here forever.
Not in this place, not in this moment, not in this imaginary bubble where everything felt right.
“We should get out of here,” Beck whispered against my neck, and I nodded my head. I held on to him for a few more moments before I finally worked up the courage to let go.
We climbed out of the pool side by side, and he tossed me his dry t-shirt as he watched me. He was looking at me like I was a caged animal. Like I could break at any moment.
I thought that maybe he had felt like we had gone too far. I thought his concern was for me, but I was a fool.
I knew there would be consequences once I crossed that line with him. A line we had been tiptoeing since we met, but I hadn’t realized the extent of those consequences.
I knew that Beck wouldn’t be my knight in shining armor. He wasn’t the end game. He was just a boy in a town that I would forget at the end of this year.
That was what I was telling myself.
Beck Clermont was forgettable.
But I was so wrong.
I would never forget Beck or the way he made me feel that night, and neither would anyone else.
Chapter Seventeen
Josie
Lucas had barely looked at me all day.
I knew he was probably still mad that I had left the party with Beck, and I probably should have apologized to him. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
My father had insisted on us having a family dinner tonight, and I wanted to argue. I didn’t want to sit around a table with them and fake smiles and conversation.
Especially when my mind was somewhere else.
All I could think about was Beck.
I had driven us both home last night, and we both were a mess. He was shirtless and in a pair of jeans. His t-shirt was covering my wet bra and hung to my knees. My wet hair was piled on top of my head, but I didn’t care about any of that.
He held my hand in his the entire time I drove us, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what things could be like with him. If Beck Clermont truly wanted me, wanted me for more than just my body or some stupid revenge he planned against my stepbrother.
Beck could hate Lucas, and Lucas could hate Beck. Neither of those things stopped me from wanting him. They didn’t stop my stupid heart from wanting more.
When Beck climbed out of my car, he had wrapped his hand in my hair, and he kissed me like he meant it. He kissed me like he was reminding me of something. It was like he was marking me, but even without that kiss, I would never forget.
“How’s school going, Josie?” My father lifted his wine glass, and I brought my attention back to him.
“It’s okay.” I wasn’t lying. It was less daunting than I thought it would be. Even with everyone watching and whispering about my every move.
“Lucas, how’s the team looking?”
Lucas looked like he was as annoyed as I was to be here, which was weird. He
