Instead a self-satisfied smile crossed his features. “Good.”
“What? And here I thought you’d be appalled that you rode me so hard I was incapable of basic human function.”
His hand drifted down between her legs. “I like the idea that you can still feel me after I’m gone.”
“We could try again.”
His hand lazily stroked circles against her center.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him touching her.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped open. He hooked his fingers into her underwear and slowly stroked one finger inside of her. She was having difficulty keeping her eyes open and not just giving in and moaning his name. Her body reacted to him like a fine-tuned instrument.
His thumb moved to her clit, circling it greedily in his hand and palming her completely. She gasped as her body contracted around him. She thought she was going to come right then and there. Her body aching all over. But he paused, drinking her in.
“Becks,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”
The self-satisfied smirk returned and he continued stroking her deftly. His pace intensified and soon she was crying out as she came. She slumped forward against him as he removed his hand and released hers.
“I thought you did pretty well with your hands over your head,” he said.
She grinned. “Did you just tease me? Are you teasing?”
His laugh was everything as he lunged for her, dragging her to bed. No more talk happened after that. Just a long afternoon delight. Neither of them coming up for air anytime soon.
* * *
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Beckham trailed his fingertips over Reyna’s naked back. She was lying facedown on the bed, somewhere between asleep and awake. Beckham hadn’t been quite as rough this time. Despite his claims that he wanted her to feel him the next day, which she likely would anyway, she knew that he didn’t really want to hurt her. Their passion was palpable and the joy of having these moments was enough.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” she murmured into the silence.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Anything.”
“I need a wedding dress.”
Beckham stiffened next to her. “Who are you marrying?”
She laughed and rolled over. “It’s not for me.”
He tilted his head in a way that she knew meant go on.
“My brothers, Brian and Drew, are here at Elle. Did you know?”
He nodded. “I arranged it.”
Her heart swelled. How could he think himself a monster? When he did such things for her without even trying to take credit.
“Thank you,” she said, her throat burning with emotion.
“I know what they mean to you.”
“Brian got engaged to his girlfriend, Laura, while I was…gone,” she said, stepping over the topic nimbly. “They’re getting married on Christmas.”
“That is less than a week away.”
Reyna cringed apologetically. “I know. I meant to ask you last time you were here, but…we kind of got distracted.”
“Indeed.”
“Well, Laura is pregnant and they want to get married as soon as possible. She says that she doesn’t care about having a dress because she didn’t even think a real ceremony could happen. But Meghan, Jodie, and I have been working with her to get everything together. So…it’s happening.”
“But there’s no dress.”
She nodded.
“And you think I could get her a dress?”
“I thought I would ask.”
“Hmm,” he said. “I could probably get her a dress. Just tell me what she wants and I’ll have it delivered.”
“That’s sweet, but no. I was thinking more along the lines of…you would help get us out of here so she could try on dresses at a dress shop.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Why? That sounds totally insane, Reyna. I know you want to get out of here, but leaving isn’t really a good idea.”
“I know. But it’s not for me. This is for Laura.”
“What’s the big deal? I can pick up any dress she wants and bring it in.”
Reyna sat up with her knees tucked under her and a sheet covering her body. “You’re not a girl. You don’t get it. It’s the magic, Becks. It’s standing in a dress shop and trying on a million dresses and finding the one. So much has been robbed from us, I don’t want this robbed from Laura, too. Even if we were in the warehouses, she would have gotten that moment, you know? I’m the reason she was uprooted from that life. I want to give her that one magical moment.”
“Okay. Say that I have a contact at a bridal shop who would work with us. How exactly do you think I’m going to get a bridal dress shop to close down so that she can try on dresses alone? It would look suspicious.”
Reyna chewed on her lip as she considered it. There had to be a way to make it happen. Her stomach flipped uncomfortably as she realized how it could happen.
“I have a crazy idea.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t all of your ideas?”