If You Fall (Brimstone 1)

“Mmm,” he murmured against my pussy. He licked me slowly again and again, sending jolts of too-much pleasure through me. “I love your pussy,” he said, meeting my eyes. “I love eating you.”

I swallowed hard, and closed my eyes. “I love it when you eat me.”

He finally stood up after licking me again and again, as if he were trying to keep me at a high level of arousal. “Now,” he said and turned me around so that I faced the wall, my hands spread out, my thighs wide. “Stay right there,” he said. “I’m going to get a condom, and then I’m going to fuck you and make you come again.”

He left the shower and when he returned, I saw the condom on his very erect cock. He stood behind me and slipped his fingers down my body from one breast to my clit while he gripped my hip with the other. He slid his cock inside me and fucked me hard and fast, his fingers stroking my clit. I did come again, very quickly, my orgasm shattering. While I panted, my hands spread on the steamy shower wall, he thrust deeply, hard and fast until he too came, shuddering, his mouth on my shoulder while he ejaculated.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he thrust, his mouth next to my ear. “Oh, God.”

Yes, it was an Oh, God moment for me as well.

My legs started to shake from exertion and finally, he pulled me up and against him, his cock still deep inside of me, his knees bent. “I want to stay like this forever,” he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and closed my eyes.

The rest of the evening went pretty much the same, with a break in between bouts of sex for a lovely dinner that Beckett ordered in – fresh catch of the day, salad and French bread, with a lovely white wine. We lounged on the bed naked, watching a game on the pay-per-view and talking about his corporation and my degree in forensic science.

Late that night, I lay on my stomach and watched as he peeled a banana from a fruit basket that was left for him when he checked in.

“So you were never close to being married?”

He smiled briefly and then took a bite of the banana before handing me a piece. “Close but no luck.”

“So you were close to being married?”

“I was. It didn’t work out.”

“What happened?”

He shook his head. “Don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s just say that I wanted to get married but Fate had other ideas.”

I frowned, wondering what that meant. I ate the piece of banana he handed me and tried to imagine. Did she cheat on him? Did she run off with his best friend? Did she leave him at the altar?

Any one of those things would be enough to put you off marriage. I knew better than to ask anything else so I rolled onto my back beside him and watched the television, hoping we could move past the sudden darkness that seemed to descend over Beckett at the mention of his being close to marriage.

“What about you?” he said, his voice soft. “Tell me more about your husband.”

Now it was my turn to shake my head. “He was everything to me. As I told you, we had been married for only a few months when he died.”

“I’m sorry,” he said and squeezed my hand.

“The anniversary of his death is coming up in a few days,” I said and sighed. “Our family’s going to Arlington for a memorial.”

“He was a Marine?”

“No, Navy Hospital Corpsman with Special Operations Forces. The guys who go in where others can’t go. The guys who go in and rescue soldiers who are in danger.”

“He was a hero,” Beckett said softly.

I turned to him and smiled. “He was.”

I glanced away, watching television because I felt guilty being with Beckett and thinking of Dan. I had to stop that – I had to move on. I was moving on.

Beckett and I seemed to be really good together.

But there was still a part of me that felt incredibly guilty that I’d been with another man. That another man did to me what Dan used to do, had been inside of me, had made me come. Despite my guilt, a tiny part of me hoped that when I went back to Manhattan, we would see each other. He did mention me cooking a meal for him. I hoped it was more than just him being nice or trying to butter me up.

I could get used to being with Beckett. Everything about him was easy. His smile, his conversation, sex…