Blood Type
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“Becks,” she moaned.
His hand tangled in the soft fabric of her thong. She heard the material snap apart and then he ran a finger down her folds. “My two favorite things all in one place.”
He spread her lips wide and then pushed two fingers deep inside of her. She arched her back off of the lounger at the feel of him penetrating her. Then his tongue swirled around her clit, and she thought she might actually combust. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out, building her pleasure while his tongue flicked against her.
Reyna dug her fingers into the material of the lounger. She couldn’t even think properly. All that she felt was the work Beckham was doing to her body. It was hard to believe this was happening, let alone on the rooftop under the starlight.
In a matter of minutes, her walls were clenching almost painfully around his fingers, and she knew instinctively that she was going to orgasm.
Her breathing was ragged as she tried to speak. “Becks…I’m so close.”
He thrust into her faster at her comment. “Good,” he growled. “Come for me.”
Her body shuddered at his command, and obeyed as his fingers hit just the right spot. She came undone at the skill of his hands and lay back panting, shaking, practically intoxicated from her climax.
“Come here,” she pleaded breathily, reaching out for him.
He didn’t move and she hastily sat up and started undoing his belt. Her hands deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. She reached her hand over the band of his boxer briefs and trailed her fingers lightly along the sensitive skin. She could feel how hard he was for her through the material. It made her want him even more, knowing how much he clearly desired her. She moved her hand down farther and brushed against the head. He jerked against her and then grabbed her wrist forcefully.
“Stop.”
“What?” She looked up at him, confused.
“Reyna, just stop.”
“Stop?” she asked as if she didn’t understand the word.
“Yes. Stop. That’s enough.” He took a step away from her and fixed his pants.
“What the fuck?” she asked. “Why are you stopping?”
“None of this should have ever happened.”
Reyna quickly straightened her dress and stood. “Don’t lie. You want this. I know you do.”
“No. I can’t believe I almost went further.”
“Went further? You mean you almost let me blow you or that you wanted to have sex with me? Because you clearly want both.”
“Reyna,” he snapped. “Enough. You somehow unravel my restraint, but this cannot happen again.”
“Why? Why won’t you let it? It keeps happening over and over again,” she cried desperately. “You’ve already set off a chain reaction that can’t be stopped.”
Beckham shook his head and then met her eyes. “This isn’t fair to Penny.”
Reyna cringed at her name. It felt like he had slapped her with the word. “Oh yes, the mysterious girlfriend who only comes up at these inopportune times. Bastard.”
He didn’t even respond to her comment. She took a deep breath and untangled the knots in her hair.
“Whatever,” she grumbled, walking back to her bag and hoisting it over her shoulder. She knew Beckham was following her and that only pissed her off more. She whirled on him. “No, you know what? This isn’t over. You can’t bring her into this like that. Either you’re dating her or you want me. Whichever it is, you have to choose, because I can’t do this push and pull. You’re hot. You’re cold. You want me. You don’t. I don’t want to hear about the warring monster. I want to hear from the human silencing the voices. Because right now I feel like you’re actually torturing me and driving me insane just like one of your victims.”
“I did say I would break you,” he whispered.
She shook her head in disbelief. “I think you’re too damn afraid of what the old you could have done to take any real risks. It’s sad, because the new Beckham is better than this.”
“There is no new and old. There’s just me. And if you think this is torture, you have no idea.”
“By the look in your eyes, I guess I’ll find out.”
“For your sake, I hope you never do.”
Chapter 24
Reyna had no patience the next morning. She had barely gotten any sleep. She had tossed and turned in her bed, replaying everything that had happened between her and Beckham until she thought she was going to scream.
Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?
She was beyond pissed at him, and still she couldn’t stop thinking about their evening. He had been so…real. Sincere even. He had been himself with her. He had let his guard down and they’d had one beautiful moment, then poof!
Gone.
Slide the wall back between them. Two steps forward, fifty steps back. It was maddening, and she wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Tonight had solidified that in her mind. Beckham wanted Penny. If he was an asshole who cheated on his girlfriend, then she didn’t want him.
Not that she had any right to him anyway.
That thought propelled her out of bed. She threw on her street clothes and pulled her hair into a slicked-back ponytail. After she grabbed her camera, she left her room, and without even a glance around the penthouse, she walked to the elevator.
Once she reached the bottom floor, she exited through the front doors. Everett smiled as she approached the valet station.
“Your car?” he asked.
“No, thanks. I’m just going for a walk. If anyone comes looking for me…will you tell them I needed some air and will be back later?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Do you expect someone to come looking for you?”
“No,” she said immediately. Her eyes flitted to the lobby in irritation.
“Just be safe.”
“It’s the middle of the day.”
“I know, but you’re kind of prone to danger,” he said only half joking.
“Yeah,” she acknowledged. “True. Well, I’ll stay out of the shadows.”
“Good.”
“Hey,” she said, stepping a little closer. “Did you ever find out anything more about that place we went?”
She couldn’t believe it had only been a couple days ago that she had found an underground blood bank. She still didn’t know what it meant, but wasn’t sure how to go about investigating it. Part of her wanted to post the images on her site in the hopes that someone else would look into the issue, but Beckham had been freaked out enough about her images. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go public with them.
“No.” He looked around to make sure that they were truly alone. “I think we should probably leave it alone. There’s no way we could get back into there undetected. It was a fluke.”
She nodded, but she still felt like they should be able to do something. “You’re probably right. But…maybe we could give it a try,” she said with a wink.
He laughed. “You really do like danger. You didn’t think it was bad enough the first time that we almost got caught?”
“But this time we know what we’re looking for.”
“I don’t know,” he said uncertainly. “Maybe.”
She smiled brightly. “That sounds like a yes.”
“That’s a maybe.”
His hand tangled in the soft fabric of her thong. She heard the material snap apart and then he ran a finger down her folds. “My two favorite things all in one place.”
He spread her lips wide and then pushed two fingers deep inside of her. She arched her back off of the lounger at the feel of him penetrating her. Then his tongue swirled around her clit, and she thought she might actually combust. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out, building her pleasure while his tongue flicked against her.
Reyna dug her fingers into the material of the lounger. She couldn’t even think properly. All that she felt was the work Beckham was doing to her body. It was hard to believe this was happening, let alone on the rooftop under the starlight.
In a matter of minutes, her walls were clenching almost painfully around his fingers, and she knew instinctively that she was going to orgasm.
Her breathing was ragged as she tried to speak. “Becks…I’m so close.”
He thrust into her faster at her comment. “Good,” he growled. “Come for me.”
Her body shuddered at his command, and obeyed as his fingers hit just the right spot. She came undone at the skill of his hands and lay back panting, shaking, practically intoxicated from her climax.
“Come here,” she pleaded breathily, reaching out for him.
He didn’t move and she hastily sat up and started undoing his belt. Her hands deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. She reached her hand over the band of his boxer briefs and trailed her fingers lightly along the sensitive skin. She could feel how hard he was for her through the material. It made her want him even more, knowing how much he clearly desired her. She moved her hand down farther and brushed against the head. He jerked against her and then grabbed her wrist forcefully.
“Stop.”
“What?” She looked up at him, confused.
“Reyna, just stop.”
“Stop?” she asked as if she didn’t understand the word.
“Yes. Stop. That’s enough.” He took a step away from her and fixed his pants.
“What the fuck?” she asked. “Why are you stopping?”
“None of this should have ever happened.”
Reyna quickly straightened her dress and stood. “Don’t lie. You want this. I know you do.”
“No. I can’t believe I almost went further.”
“Went further? You mean you almost let me blow you or that you wanted to have sex with me? Because you clearly want both.”
“Reyna,” he snapped. “Enough. You somehow unravel my restraint, but this cannot happen again.”
“Why? Why won’t you let it? It keeps happening over and over again,” she cried desperately. “You’ve already set off a chain reaction that can’t be stopped.”
Beckham shook his head and then met her eyes. “This isn’t fair to Penny.”
Reyna cringed at her name. It felt like he had slapped her with the word. “Oh yes, the mysterious girlfriend who only comes up at these inopportune times. Bastard.”
He didn’t even respond to her comment. She took a deep breath and untangled the knots in her hair.
“Whatever,” she grumbled, walking back to her bag and hoisting it over her shoulder. She knew Beckham was following her and that only pissed her off more. She whirled on him. “No, you know what? This isn’t over. You can’t bring her into this like that. Either you’re dating her or you want me. Whichever it is, you have to choose, because I can’t do this push and pull. You’re hot. You’re cold. You want me. You don’t. I don’t want to hear about the warring monster. I want to hear from the human silencing the voices. Because right now I feel like you’re actually torturing me and driving me insane just like one of your victims.”
“I did say I would break you,” he whispered.
She shook her head in disbelief. “I think you’re too damn afraid of what the old you could have done to take any real risks. It’s sad, because the new Beckham is better than this.”
“There is no new and old. There’s just me. And if you think this is torture, you have no idea.”
“By the look in your eyes, I guess I’ll find out.”
“For your sake, I hope you never do.”
Chapter 24
Reyna had no patience the next morning. She had barely gotten any sleep. She had tossed and turned in her bed, replaying everything that had happened between her and Beckham until she thought she was going to scream.
Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?
She was beyond pissed at him, and still she couldn’t stop thinking about their evening. He had been so…real. Sincere even. He had been himself with her. He had let his guard down and they’d had one beautiful moment, then poof!
Gone.
Slide the wall back between them. Two steps forward, fifty steps back. It was maddening, and she wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. Tonight had solidified that in her mind. Beckham wanted Penny. If he was an asshole who cheated on his girlfriend, then she didn’t want him.
Not that she had any right to him anyway.
That thought propelled her out of bed. She threw on her street clothes and pulled her hair into a slicked-back ponytail. After she grabbed her camera, she left her room, and without even a glance around the penthouse, she walked to the elevator.
Once she reached the bottom floor, she exited through the front doors. Everett smiled as she approached the valet station.
“Your car?” he asked.
“No, thanks. I’m just going for a walk. If anyone comes looking for me…will you tell them I needed some air and will be back later?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Do you expect someone to come looking for you?”
“No,” she said immediately. Her eyes flitted to the lobby in irritation.
“Just be safe.”
“It’s the middle of the day.”
“I know, but you’re kind of prone to danger,” he said only half joking.
“Yeah,” she acknowledged. “True. Well, I’ll stay out of the shadows.”
“Good.”
“Hey,” she said, stepping a little closer. “Did you ever find out anything more about that place we went?”
She couldn’t believe it had only been a couple days ago that she had found an underground blood bank. She still didn’t know what it meant, but wasn’t sure how to go about investigating it. Part of her wanted to post the images on her site in the hopes that someone else would look into the issue, but Beckham had been freaked out enough about her images. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go public with them.
“No.” He looked around to make sure that they were truly alone. “I think we should probably leave it alone. There’s no way we could get back into there undetected. It was a fluke.”
She nodded, but she still felt like they should be able to do something. “You’re probably right. But…maybe we could give it a try,” she said with a wink.
He laughed. “You really do like danger. You didn’t think it was bad enough the first time that we almost got caught?”
“But this time we know what we’re looking for.”
“I don’t know,” he said uncertainly. “Maybe.”
She smiled brightly. “That sounds like a yes.”
“That’s a maybe.”
