Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

-Andi-

He wasn’t wrong. I want it. I want him, and the more I allow myself to indulge in this addiction that is called Beckett Hale, the more I crave it.

I sat there, tongue–tied, hands clutched together over my lap as I felt the heat starting to blaze in my center.

This kind of need and desire was new to me. With Carter, it had always been simple. He wanted to have sex; he would take me to a hotel, and we’d do it there. There was no suspense, no thrill, not even a romance between us. It was so wrong to settle for that kind of affection. I was so wrong because now, that gaze Beckett was pinning on me belongs to someone famished, starving to get a taste of me.

He stared at me for a long moment, relishing how he made the tension in my body thicker and tighter until I couldn’t take it

anymore.

“What…” I swallowed around the lump of desire blocking my airways. “What if I am?” I whispered. It was a struggle to even form a single syllable. My stomach was in tangled knots that would snap with just one flick from Beckett. My grip on the Fabric of my jeans was tight enough to rip it.

Beckett raised an eyebrow. His control was so good, and he’s manifesting how much control he has over me. “You know the ules. You have to tell me what you want, or I won’t give it.”

For a second, I’m not sure I can take this anymore. I can just jump on his lap, kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, but then his way had always been better, so I obediently followed his lead.

I’m ready,” I started and tipped my chin up. “I’m ready to be with you.”

‘Be with me?” his response was surprised. “You are already with me. You have to be more specific, baby girl.”

He was playing tricks on me, and it’s frightening how my body responds to his cues. My pussy was already so wet I could feel my insides trembling in excitement. I gave a nervous laugh as I shook my head.

“No?” he sighed. “Alright then. I’ll just eat my dinner.” He picked up his fork and stabbed the lasagna on his plate. I watched him with a gaping mouth as he slid the forkful of pasta into his mouth, deliberately licking the fork and showing me what his tongue could do.

My legs wobbled. No, scratch that. He had just shaken my resolve as I remembered how that mouth and tongue of his made my world spin.

I eye him nervously, watching him eat his food like it was foreplay, and he wants me to come, right here, right now.

I reached for the glass of water on the table. My hands were visibly shaking as I drank a glass of water Beckett watched ine with a smirk on his lips, languidly finishing his dinner.

“Becket?” Caleb’s excited voice cut through the tightening tension between Beckett and me. My brother held his water bottle and the plate he had brought earlier. He went straight to the sink and unceremoniously deposited the plate and utensils there. “I didn’t know you would have dinner here We should have waited”

“Nah, this was unplanned,” Beckett explained, unaffected by what just happened between us.

I mean, nothing really happened. It was just a play on words, and I was just the one with the dirty mind

“Did you like the setup in your room?” Beckett asked Caleb as if he hadn’t just been trying to unde me moments ago.

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“Yeah. I like it,” Caleb excitedly informed Beckett as he filled his tumbler with water from the fridge. “I’m playing CoD right now.”

“Yeah? Maybe you can play with us sometimes.”

“You mean your team?” A thousand fireflies lit up Caleb’s eyes.

Beckett nodded, and my brother excitedly sat with us at the dining table, gushing about the said video game. Beckett was good with kids. Caleb listened to every word he said. He even asked Caleb about school, telling him to focus on his studies and just play video games in his free time.

For a moment there, I just watched them talk like this had been a normal family dinner setup. Their conversation was so comfortable that one would think they were real brothers.

‘Did you hear that?” Caleb chimed. “I’m going to meet all his teammates! Ohhh, my friends will be so jealous of me.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “They’re already jealous you have a selfie with Beckett.”

Yeah.” Caleb chuckled. “All thanks to my cool sister.”

I giggled, and from my periphery, I sensed Beckett watching me with those blazing eyes.

‘I’ll tell everyone about this!” Caleb rose from his seat and skipped his way back to his room, leaving me in Beckett’s mercy once again.

I’d like that coffee now,” Beckett said and picked up his plate and went to the sink. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the sponge and dishwashing soap.

‘You don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to steal the sponge from him. He moved it away with his quick reflexes.

No. You cook, I clean the dishes. That’s how it’s going to be from now on,” he said, and started to wash the dishes.

There was no winning this conversation, so I just let him be. At least he wasn’t trying to make me come with his words and aís searing gaze again. I made him coffee, and once he was done, we brought the cups to the living room, and Beckett put on 1 movie on the television.

I don’t know if he was aware of what he was doing. But this night just turned into a movie night, and Beckett was overdressed. He put on The Maze Runner. I didn’t even know we had a Netflix subscription on this TV

For a while, we watched a movie. The lights were dimmed, and my coffee had gone cold. I don’t know when or who moved, bur Beckett and I were already snuggling under the blanket. He had his arms around me, his fingers drawing lazy lines on the bare skin of my arms.

“So, you wanna tell me what happened?” Beckett asked as I snuggled closer to his warmth.

“Hm?” Thummed, eyes focused on the screen and growing a new crush on Dylan O’Brien.

“Earlier. You forgot about our date. You never forget, Andi. Unless something happened.” Beckett murmured. “Telline,”

Oh. We are back on that topic I can’t tell him the fucked–up backstory of my family I don’t want him going into the prison with me because I knew he would do everything to make sure my father doesn’t come near us That’s Beckett and his overprotectiveness. It’s sweet, but that’s where I drew the line

“It’s mom,” I said. “She felt dizzy when we went to the supermarket

“Should we take her to the doctor?” he asked.

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I shook my head no. “She just needed some rest. She’d been busy with the garden, that’s all.”

“You sure?” he pressed.

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“Yes,” I said, and looked up at him. That was a wrong move because sparks suddenly flew when our eyes locked “You you don’t have to worry about us…” I whispered, the butterflies in my stomach coming alive as I felt his breath on my face. We were too close. So close that I can see the flecks of gold in his gray eyes and see my reflection in them.

My whole body tenses. This wasn’t the same as when we were at the dining table. Here, we don’t have the distance between us. It’s just him and me under the blanket.

His arms tightened around me, and I could hear his heart pulsing. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he caressed my cheeks with his free hand.

“Is there something you want, baby girl?” his voice was deeper, darker.

I stared at his lips, licking my own as I lifted my gaze back to his eyes.

“You just have to ask for it,” he said as the temperature under the blanket rose. I applaud his control. We were alone now, and he could just kiss me whenever he wanted. He has my blessing, but he still wants me to say it out loud.

I mustered all the strength I had left to speak up. “Kiss me, Beckett, please.”

He smirked and hooked a finger beneath my chin. I moaned as our mouths crushed together. I sighed into our kiss, and Beckett gently wove his fingers into my hair, angling my face so he could gain more access to my mouth. I hear myself moan as I try to match Beckett’s enthusiasm. Then I shifted in my seat so I was facing him.

I don’t overthink. I don’t even let a single what–if enter my thoughts; I just let my body do what it wants.

Beckett’s hands scaled the ridges of my spine through my shirt, then he skimmed the edge of my clothes, as though asking permission if he could touch me. I gripped his hand and guided it under my shirt so he could grip my waist. The blanket had rolled onto his hips as he lifted me to straddle him. This situation escalated more quickly than I could even comprehend.

“Julie might see us,” Beckett murmured on my lips as we catch for air. He was rock hard, and his cock was already punching on my center.

“We can go to my room,” I hushed. I can’t even believe that came out of me.

Becket chuckled. “You’re asking me to sneak into your room, naughty girl?”

I groaned, my cheeks flaring. “Don’t you want it?”

“I do… but not like this,” he pushed my hair to the back of my ears and whispered. “I want to hear you scream when I finally bury my cock in your tight pussy, baby girl.”

I gasped, my eyes growing wide, and my legs trembled, making my pussy grind over his steel–hard cock.

“Hmmm, you like that, don’t you?” Beckett chuckled, then he kissed my neck. “But not yet. For now, let me make you come with my fingers.”

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