Broken Wings (Dark Legacy #1)

Wriggling around until I was facing him, I clasped his face in my hands and kissed him long and hard. “I don’t suppose you’ve had a health check recently?” I suggested when our kiss ended and both of us were breathless.

Beck’s dark brows shot up, and his lips moved soundlessly for a moment. “Um, yeah,” he finally said. “Last week, actually. It’s sort of a Delta requirement to get regular checkups. I’m clean...” He shifted back a little to peer at me with lust-filled curiosity. “You?”

I knew my cheeks were flaming red, but my pussy was demanding a more satisfying ending to this wake up. “Yeah, I got the full medical after the accident.” I bit my lip. “So ... I mean...” I gave a little shrug and hoped he could grasp my meaning without having to spell it out.

A slow grin spread over Beck’s face, and his hands slid my shorts and panties down together. When he got as far as he could reach, I wriggled the rest of the way out of them and kicked them off my feet while he did the same with his own boxers.

Our lips returned to each other like magnets, and Beck hitched my leg up and over his hip. It put us in the perfect position, so it barely took any effort for him to slide his steely cock inside me.

“Shit,” I hissed, tipping my head back as he filled me and hit all those needy nerve endings in just the right way. There was nothing between us, and I refused to read too much into it. This was just sex, right? Just really, really great sex. I wasn’t deluding myself into thinking Beck wanted to date me or anything crazy like that.

“Fuck, Riley,” he murmured, burying his face in the side of my neck as we rocked together. It was such a stark contrast to the wild, angry way we had fucked just a couple of nights ago. This was lazy and relaxed ... almost—cringe—like we were making love.

That L word crossing my brain scared me, so I pushed Beck’s shoulder until he was flat on his back with me straddling him. We didn’t lose our connection for even a second, but the new position allowed him much deeper into my pussy, and I gasped, bracing my hands on his chest as I adjusted to the new sensation.

Beck’s eyes widened as I began to move, riding him slowly. For one, I was loving the sleepy, languid early morning sex. For two, my thighs still burned from my work out with Dylan, and I probably couldn’t have picked up the pace if I’d tried.

Reveling in my position of power, I shifted my weight back a bit. Just enough that I could take my hands off his chest and strip off my pajama tank top.

“Butterfly.” Beck groaned as my naked breasts jiggled while I fucked him. “This is unfair.” He reached up and palmed them both, rolling my nipples between his fingers while I chased down the orgasm that was slowly building. I leaned back a fraction farther, then gasped as the tip of Beck’s cock found my g-spot.

“Oh my fucking God.” I whimpered, ignoring my tired leg muscles as I set the exact speed and depth I needed until my climax crept up and crashed over me. My pussy clenched tight, spasming as I cried out and Beck’s hands tightened on my waist.

He waited until I slowed, then flipped us over and reclaimed his place. The dominant one. Controlling fucker.

Beck’s hands pressed down on my thighs, spreading me wide and pinning me down as he re-entered my tight, post-orgasm core. Hissed curses fell from his sexy lips as he thrust into me, and I arched my back. It made it an even tighter fit for him, seeing as he still held my thighs pinned wide apart, but it also meant that as he fucked me, his hard dick rubbed my clit.

Selfish? Fuck yes, but if I could milk a double orgasm before school, I damn well would.

We fucked harder now. Within moments I scored that second climax and screamed my satisfaction while my good hand tangled in the sheets at my side. Apparently that was the last straw on Beck’s will-power and seconds later he hurriedly pulled out of me and spilled his hot load all over my stomach.

Thank fuck he’d understood what I meant. Accidental pregnancy was not on my to-do list, and I already had plans of sorting out some birth control asap.

We stared at each other for a long moment, both panting and sweaty, then Beck leaned down in a stupidly sexy push up to kiss me.

“Good morning, Butterfly,” he whispered, then hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I figured when I heard the water running that he was taking a shower, so color me surprised when he returned with a warm cloth for me to clean up with.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking it from him. Beck just gave me this weird sort of half smile, then sauntered his tight, naked ass back into my bathroom.

I wiped up and tossed the cloth into my washing basket, then sat on the edge of my bed and scrubbed my face with my hands. What the fuck had that all been about? Was he going to ice me at school again today? I had to be honest with myself, if he let that Brittley slut hang all over him again, I’d probably bitch slap her. Then throat punch him. And thanks to Dylan, I could now hit damn hard.

“Butterfly!” Beck called from the bathroom, and my blood ran cold. Was this the part where he told me to keep this our dirty little secret and not tell anyone? “Get that gorgeous ass in here.”

I froze. What? Did he just ... hesitantly, I wandered over to the open bathroom door and peered inside. Beck met my curious gaze through the steamy shower door and raised his brows.

“Well?” he prompted me. “Are you joining me?”

It was probably a terrible decision, but a huge part of me wanted this. I ignored all the warning bells in my head, telling me I was heading straight for a broken heart. My heart could only be broken if I fell in love with him, and that was insanity. Beck was just ... Beck. So I threw caution and common sense to the wind and stepped into the shower with him.





21





The surprises continued after our shower, with Beck declaring that he was driving me to school, and that he’d already told Eddy not to stop by.

“Possessive much?” I muttered, pulling up my knee high socks and arching a brow at him. “You know people are going to talk if I turn up to school in your car?”

His gaze heated, running over the length of my leg that I had propped up on a chair. “Good,” he growled. “It’s time they know you belong to me.” I spluttered a noise, and his eyes darted away from me. “Us. Delta, I mean. Anyway, go have some coffee and breakfast, I’ll be back in fifteen to pick you up.”

I assumed he needed to go and get his car, or a change of clothes, seeing as he had literally climbed through my window the night before. Whatever, the double-O before breakfast had me in too good of a mood to argue with him.

A stupid grin seemed glued to my face as I headed into the kitchen after Beck left. I couldn’t seem to wipe it off, but no one else was around to see me looking like a fool, so who cared?

“Oh, uh, good morning,” Richard said as I walked into the kitchen, and my smile slipped off my face. He and Catherine were seated at the elaborately laid breakfast table and Catherine was glaring at me like I was dog shit stuck to her Jimmy Choos.

“Hi...” I dragged the word out, awkwardly assessing how I could get the fuck out of there without being too obvious?

Richard gave me a tight smile and indicated to a third place set at the table. “Please, join us. Breakfast is such an important meal for a growing teenager.” His face was drawn, his words underscored with sadness and my heart went out to him a bit. Catherine was evil to the core, there was no doubt about that, but Richard just seemed like a grieving father.

I hesitated, rocking on my stupid heels for a moment, but my mind was made up by the subtle headshake Catherine gave me.

Oh, what’s that? Don’t want me to join you? Suck my dick, Debitch.