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Chapter Nine
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When Georgia wakes up at nine in the morning, she opens her eyes to the empty left side of the bed. It isn't until she remembers that Bradley had slept over that she realizes he's gone. After brushing her teeth, sliding her glasses on, and putting her dark brown hair up, she makes her way into the kitchen to find Bradley making a pot of coffee.
Last night, upon realizing he needed to stay the night at Georgia's, he had driven home to gather a few things he would need. As he stands at the counter, he's still wearing the gray t-shirt and pajama pants that he'd gotten. "Morning," he says, smiling. He hands Georgia a cup of steaming black coffee.
"Good morning." She leans up to kiss his cheek, surprising both of them with how natural it feels. They're vulnerable—they're sleepy and wearing pajamas and nervous about how the day is going to go after the night they'd had. And yet, despite the fact that their relationship has been rather platonic, they act as if they've been married for years.
"I'm worried about her," Georgia admits.
Bradley chuckles lightly. "Which one?"
"Both," she sighs. "It's going to be a long day."
"Yes, it will. But everything will be alright. I closed up shop, so I'll be around as long as you want me to."
"You didn't have to do that," she tells him as they sit down at the table together.
"I wanted to."
She pauses. "Thank you for staying last night. I couldn't have done it without you."
Bradley reaches across the table to hold her hand. "Georgia," he says, more seriously, "I wanted to. I know Anna's not my daughter, but I've known her for her whole life and she needed help. After the night she had, anyone would."
Georgia sighs and nods her head. "I just hope this was a relapse and it doesn't spiral. She's been in AA all summer. Jade told me."
"Well, I think she went through most of a bottle last night, so the hangover today might remind her of why she stopped."
"And what are we going to do about my shit of a son-in-law, hmm? They can only hold him for twenty-four hours unless Anna or Jade testifies. Knowing the two of them, neither will want to."
"Well, darling, that's a tough one," he points out. "If they don't want to, they don't want to. I want the bastard behind bars just as much as you do—but you and I both know that, with as much money and power he's got—he won't stay there for long." He rubs his thumb against her hand soothingly. "If it's easier for Jade and Anna to move on with their lives without him, then maybe that's the best way for them to heal."
She nods. "God, I would just hate to see him get away like that. And I'm worried about how Jade will be able to move on now that Anna knows. And speaking of Jade, she's usually up by now... I'm going to go up and check on her. I'll be right back."
Georgia goes up the wooden stairs quietly, careful not to make any noises that might wake any of the three people still sleeping. When she creaks open Jade's door, her eyes widen at the sight before her.
Jade is on her side, sleeping peacefully. Behind her is Beck, also fast asleep and curled against Jade's body with his arms wrapped around her. She stares for a few quick seconds, marveling at how the two of them got to be so comfortable with each other, before backtracking and closing the door again.
When she re-enters the kitchen, Georgia plops back down in her chair. She looks up at Bradley. "Is it too early for a glass of wine?"
He raises his eyebrows. "It's nine in the morning. What happened?"
"They were sleeping together. Her and Beck. Both of them, in her bed."
"You mean—"
"No, no. God, no. They were in their pajamas. But, together. They were together."
Bradley chuckles and Georgia looks at him desperately. "What? What's funny?"
"Georgia, darling, did you really think two teenagers—ones who are very obviously in love—living under the same roof, who weren't going to want to sleep in the same bed?"
"Love? You think they're in love?"
"Well, I can't know for sure," he explains. "But you've seen the way they look at each other. And I see, three days a week when Beck comes to bring her lunch, how he walks in like a guy about to accept a million dollar check. He grins from ear to ear and her mood goes from zero to a hundred the second she sees him."
"Oh, god." Georgia rests her jaw in her palm. "I mean, I knew they were sweet on each other and I caught them holding hands once. But I just... I don't know. I never assumed they'd fallen in love."
"Don't say anything, Georg. You don't want to embarrass them. Maybe they haven't told each other yet, or maybe they haven't even realized it."
She nods and sips on her coffee. "I change my mind. I don't need wine; I need tequila."
Bradley laughs. "We'll see about that."
Half an hour later, the couple is working together to make breakfast tacos when Beck and Jade come trudging down the stairs. Tiger scampers down beside them and jumps around until they fill his food and water bowls.
"How'd you sleep?" Brad asks as Beck makes he and Jade each a cup of coffee.
"Better than I thought I would," he answers honestly. "I'm glad you stayed." He shakes Bradley's hand genuinely. "It was really good to have you here last night."
The four sit around the table for breakfast, and Georgia watches Jade for any sign of discomfort. She's quieter than usual, but she clearly doesn't want to talk about it so Georgia doesn't push the subject. Instead, they make surprisingly casual conversation about the 4th of July festival on Friday.
After breakfast, Beck and Jade take Tiger on a walk around the property. Despite Jade's desire to get back in bed, Beck finally convinces her to get fresh air and walk with him. By the time they get back, they see Anna lying on the couch in the living room. A tall glass of water sits on the coffee table beside her, and a cool rag rests on her forehead.
"Mom?"
Anna opens her eyes and looks up at her daughter. Beck gives Jade a reassuring nod, and then disappears to find Georgia and Bradley in the kitchen.
"She woke up about ten minutes ago," the matriarch answers his question before Beck asks it. "She's nauseous and her migraine is killing her, but she's okay."
When Jade walks further into the room, she sits on the chair across from the big couch. "Hey."
"Hi," Anna replies weakly. Neither of them speaks for another few minutes, until Anna breaks the silence. "Jade, I'm so sorry."
Jade wants to interrupt her, but she knows that it would be more helpful for Anna to get to say it out loud.
"You have to believe," she says, speaking slowly, "that if I had known, I would have done something. You have believe me. But, that being said, Jade... If you hate me, and you don't want to forgive me—I understand. I do." She shakes her head. "I'm a terrible mother for letting this happen to you, and I—" She chokes out the word, and although crying will only make her headache worse, she can't help it. "I'm so, so sorry."
Jade stares silently at the carpet for five minutes. A part of her wants to ask Anna why she didn't recognize that Mitchell was bad news after he hit her—but she knows the answer. She's taken enough psychology and read enough books to know why women stay in abusive relationships. Seeing her mother now, though—relapsing and depressed and on the verge of a divorce—Jade makes a promise to herself to never be one of those women.
"I'm just glad that you're getting away from him," she finally decides on. "He can't hurt you, or me, anymore."
Anna nods shakily as she cries into her palms.
"Mom?"
"Hmm?" She mumbles.
"The only thing that you can do right now to make anything better is to promise me something." Anna wipes the tears off of her cheeks and looks up at Jade, whom she can barely see because her booming headache is affecting her sight. "You have to promise me that you won't start drinking again. I know last night was rough and I know it's hard for you. But if you want any chance of us ever moving on from this—and even having a relationship—you can't go back to the bottle."
Anna puts her hand on her head to help soothe her migraine. "Can you hand me the water?" Jade does, and her mother takes a long and sobering sip. After she hands it back to Jade, who sets it on the table, and sighs heavily. "I promise. I promise, Jade. I'll go back to AA. I'll do what it takes. I don't want to disappoint you anymore." It's silent for a minute until Anna speaks again.
"Jade... I want to know what you think about, maybe, going down to the police—"
"No," the younger girl cuts her off. "I don't want to. Let him go, Mom. He'll get away with it anyways."
"But—"
"If you want to go testify against him for what he did to you, by all means, go. I'm serious. You deserve to. But I'm not saying a word."
Anna nods. "Are you sure? I don't want you to regret this."
"Trust me, I won't. I've moved on. Get some rest, okay?"
Anna sighs and closes her eyes in consent, and Jade heads back up to her bedroom. She's not sure how a twenty-minute conversation left her so emotionally exhausted, but she can barely keep her eyes open anymore once she hits her pillow.
She wakes up an hour later to a pair of brown eyes watching her.
"Hi," Beck says, a frown on his face as he leans in to kiss her forehead. He's running his fingers through the long, dark hair that's splattered across her pillow. "Why didn't you come get me before you came up here to sleep?"
"I'm sorry. I was just tired after talking to my mom."
"How did that go?"
Jade shrugs. "As well as it could have gone for what it was, I guess."
"I'm guessing you still don't want to talk about last night."
"That would be correct."
He sighs. "Alright then. How about something only slightly related to last night?"
"Beck," her tone warns him.
"No, really. I just... I wanted to know if you meant what you said. About staying in Burley." He pauses. "It's okay if you didn't. Of course it's okay, because, California compared to here—well, there really is no comparison. I don't even know why you would want to stay here. I just know you said it, and I wanted to know if...well, if you were serious."
She keeps her eyes on his and takes in how cute he is when he talks so nervously. After a minute, she decides not to keep torturing him with her lack of a reply.
"I meant it."
"You—wait, you, you did?"
"Yeah. I did. As for your question of why... Other than the fact that my mom needs time alone to get her life back in order, long distance relationships suck. I mean, I've never had one, so I can't say for sure. But being eight hundred miles away from the boy I love sounds downright miserable."
Beck swallows hard and stares at her. "You—" he stammers. "You love me?"
Jade feels her face flush hot and she breaks eye contact to look in the opposite direction. "You don't have to make it awkward."
"Well, you don't know how long I've wanted to say that."
Jade turns her head to meet his eyes again. "What?"
"I didn't want to pressure you. I felt like saying that would mean you'd have to stay here at the end of the summer. But, Jade, I love you more than anyone I've ever met. I'm in love with you, and I hope that's okay."
She tries to keep a straight face, but after everything that happened last night it feels like a weight is lifted off of her chest, and she can't hold back her smile anymore. Beck grins, too, and then Jade feels completely idiotic, so she leans forward to kiss him. What starts as a sweet, slow kiss, eventually ends in him rolling over her to deepen it.
"I hope you know that this is completely weird," she mumbles between kisses. "And two people meeting and falling in love in barely two months is not normal."
"I happen to think normal is boring," he replies, kissing her again. Jade doesn't know how long they make out for, but what she does know is that neither of them seems to be able to get enough. Somewhere in the process, her shirt comes off and flies to land somewhere across the room.
Jade's arms are tightening around his back when she pulls away again. "So we're okay with the fact that this is insane and that we're going to have to try seriously hard to make it work?"
"I'm okay with it," he answers between kisses.
She rolls over so that she's laying on him, chest-to-chest. "Good, me too." She manages to continue kissing him as she undoes the buttons on his shirt, allowing it to join her own shirt on the ground.
Beck is satisfied with their position for a few more minutes, until he moves to hover over her again. "So I can say it now," he points out, sliding one hand up her back.
"You—can say what?" She barely manages to get her words out because Beck has somehow unclasped her bra.
"I can say I love you. Anytime I want."
"Well, not any—ahh," a moan accidentally chops her word in half, thanks to Beck enclosing his hand over one breast. "Not anytime. Not in front of anyone else."
"Just to you is fine," he promises, dragging his lips up her skin to meet her lips again. "As long as I can tell you I love you," he says, kissing the valley between her breasts. "All," kiss, "day," kiss, "long. That's good enough for me."
The moan that escapes his girlfriend's lips is enough of a response for Beck. He kisses back up her neck and to her mouth, and they make out for another ten minutes. By the time they part to catch their breaths, both of their lips are swollen.
"Wow," Beck says, breathing heavily as he turns his head to look at her, "being in love is /great/." Jade laughs and rolls her eyes. "I wish we could stay here all day, but since I don't have a shift at work until tonight, I'm going to do some yard work during the day."
Jade pauses. "Can I help?" Beck's eyebrows shoot up and Jade looks offended. "Don't look so surprised! I can do yard work!"
"Baby, have you ever had to pull weeds? It's not so glamorous."
"If you can do it, pretty boy, so can I," she insists. "Let's go; you're going to teach me."
"Wow. Okay. I need to tell Georgia to get out the camera."
Jade pushes his shoulder and he chuckles, and they get dressed in clothes appropriate for the task before heading downstairs. Anna is asleep on the couch, but Georgia and Bradley are working on something for the festival as they sit at the kitchen table together.
"Where are you two off to?" The vet asks. It's not lost on Georgia how the two of them seem to be positively glowing, but she says nothing.
"Jade's going to help me pull weeds." Beck can barely get the words out without laughing, and Georgia is right alongside him.
"Alright, you two—can it," Jade demands. "I can get on my knees and pull some grass out of the ground."
"I don't doubt it for a second," Georgia promises, smiling. "I'll make some lemonade in a bit and bring it out there."
When they get out to the yard, Beck leads his girlfriend over to the spot they'll start in. Once they're on their knees, Beck shows her the method behind effectively pulling weeds without damaging any of the good grass.
"So, I pull here?"
"No, you have to go further down. If you don't pull from the bottom, you'll only get out the top part of the weed."
Jade lowers her hand until she can't see anymore of the plant, and pulls as hard as she can. When the root comes flying out of the ground, dirt goes everywhere and splatters across their legs. Jade's jaw drops, and Georgia and Bradley lose it laughing from where they watch in the window.
Beck purses his lips. "I forgot to tell you that you have to use one hand to hold down the soil so that that doesn't happen."
"Thanks for that."
He grins. "But hey, you did it!"
It takes her a solid twenty minutes to get the hang of it, but soon she's going at about half his pace. Georgia brings out lemonade and a water bowl for Tiger, who is running in circles around the yard.
"Darling, I'm impressed," she says, handing her granddaughter a glass of lemonade. Half an hour later, Beck rolls the lawnmower out of the shed.
"Am I supposed to know how to do this?" Jade folds her arms over her chest and stares at the machine.
"No," Beck laughs, and he leans in to kiss her because they're not in sight of any window. "I'll do this. You don't have to help me anymore, although I have loved having you keep me company."
"Well, there has to be something else I can do. I'll get bored if I go inside."
Beck thinks. "You could water the flowers?"
When she agrees, he gets her set up with the hose and explains which flowers need to be watered and for how long. Once she has the hang of it, Beck starts up the lawnmower and gets to work on trimming the grass.
Later that afternoon, when Beck has gone to work after dropping Jade off at the hospital to visit Cat, Anna wakes up on the couch of her mother's house. As soon as Georgia notices, she walks over to check on her.
"How's the migraine?"
Anna squints one eye. "Better than this morning." She closes her eyes for a few seconds. "Can I say something, before you rant?"
"Who said I was going to rant?" Georgia defends herself.
"Mother, I may not have lived with you since I was twenty-three, but I know your judging look before it even shows up on your face."
Georgia shrugs. "Alright. Go ahead."
Anna sighs and sits up straighter on the couch. "I know I fucked up," she begins. "I know I've been a terrible mom, and that I'm an idiot for not thinking twice about Mitchell."
"Are we being brutally honest in this conversation?" Georgia asks, prompting the blonde to roll her eyes.
"I suppose so."
"Then yes, you were an idiot. I always knew he hit you and you knew that I knew. And you still denied it."
Anna rubs her forehead in a soothing motion. "I know. I know that. And I know that I need to talk to Jade about what happened, but I don't think that either one of us is ready for that just yet." Anna looks up at Georgia, desperation and exhaustion in her face. "I'm going to get my shit together. I will."
Georgia nods slowly and pats her daughter's hand. "I'll leave the subject alone for now, but I need you to answer me two things. First: have you talked to Jade about going down to the police station?"
"She won't go."
"I figured." Georgia bites her lip. "You know, she's really so mature for her age, Anna. She's smart, and she's funny. She's happy. I've never seen her so happy."
"Is it because of him?"
"Well, I don't doubt that he's a part of it. Beck has helped her move on, helped her relax. He gets her out of her comfort zone."
Anna stares at her glass of water. "I guess I haven't been the most welcoming towards him."
"I would agree with that. But, I promise you, there is such a thing as a second impression. Or, in your case, a third. If there's anyone who is willing to let you start over, it's Beck."
"She really likes him, doesn't she?"
"She really does," Georgia answers, nodding. "Now, the second thing I need to ask you: would you really be okay if Jade wanted to stay here?"
"Are we still being brutally honest?"
"Sure."
"Mother, Jade won't last here. She thinks that you and the boy and a part-time job as a secretary will be enough to keep her happy, but she won't make it more than a few more months here. She is a California girl; it's in her bones. She loves the weather, she loves her school, and she loves the city. I want the same thing as you do; I want her to be happy. And I know that she is happy now, during the summer, when she needed a break from my household for obvious reasons. But, come September or October, she'd be itching to get back. I mean, what is she, going to go to Burley High School? She'd rip her hair out."
Georgia takes a deep breath and considers her daughter's words. "I don't know what she wants, or if she's even serious about staying in Burley," the older woman says. "But, if she does want to stay, she knows she has a room in this house. Is that okay with you?
"If she really wants to stay, I owe that to her."
Georgia nods. "Then I guess we'll just leave it up to her."
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On Thursday afternoon, Beck, Jade, and Andre visit Cat in her brand new room at the Middleton Rehabilitation and Treatment Center. She'd been moved there just hours earlier when the three teenagers enter the room, which is considerably nicer than her room at the hospital. During their stay, Beck pulls aside one of Cat's nurses in the hallway.
"Ma'am? I was wondering if, maybe, there was a possibility that we could take Cat to the festival tomorrow? It would only be for a couple of hours, but I think it would make her really happy."
The nurse frowns. "I'm sorry, but there's no way that Caterina is ready to leave so soon—even if it's just a quick trip. She only got here yesterday, and she needs to take her time getting used to this environment."
"Okay. Just thought I'd ask. Thanks, anyways."
When he re-enters the hospital room, Beck gives Andre and Jade a subtle headshake to let them know the verdict. Cat, oblivious to the fact that Beck had asked in the first place, is blissfully drawing on a page in the blank book Jade had brought for her yesterday. The four teenagers stay in the room for several hours, talking and keeping Cat's spirits high, until the redhead becomes noticeably tired.
Beck and Jade say their goodbyes, and Andre puts a movie on for him and Cat to watch together. She requests, as she usually does, for him to join her on the bed so that she can snuggle next to him. As they lay together and the movie's opening credits start, she looks up at him with sleepy eyes.
"Andre?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you so sweet to me?"
Andre considers himself lucky that she's too tired to notice details, because he doesn't want her to know how his heartbeat begins to speed up in a nervous excitement. "Well, because we're friends," he answers simply.
"No one has ever taken care of me like you do," she tells him, closing her eyes as she leans against his chest.
"Cat," he says, running a hand through her curly hair, "I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?" Cat nods sleepily and Andre kisses her forehead, falling asleep until the nurse comes in at eight to let him know visiting hours are over.
Meanwhile, Beck and Jade return home at the same time as Georgia and Bradley. The older couple had been busy in the town square all day long, Georgia overseeing the festival booths being set up and Bradley helping with the work. Anna wakes up from the nap she'd taken upon hearing everyone enter the home, and the five of them sit down for dinner together.
"You know your mother is staying for the festival tomorrow," Georgia informs her granddaughter, opening the table's discussion.
Jade looks over at Anna with raised eyebrows. "You're going?"
"I haven't been in fourteen years; I might as well make a change," Anna answers, earning a smile from Georgia.
"It's going to be wonderful," the older woman promises. "The booths look great and the weather is supposed to be perfect."
"Beck, you're still helping me with the barbeque stand, right?" Bradley asks as he digs into the chicken that Georgia had made.
"Absolutely. And, in my opinion, we should tell every single one of our customers to head over across the street to get their faces painted." Beck grins and Jade huffs dramatically.
"You're the worst," she informs him.
Anna looks up from her plate and at her daughter. "Are you doing a face painting booth?"
"Unfortunately. Grandma guilt-tripped me into it."
The blonde stifles a laugh. "Now that's something I would actually love to see." She smiles. "You're a great artist, though, Jade. You're the best person for the job."
"That's exactly what I said," Georgia points out. "As long as she doesn't snap the necks of any kids, she'll be just fine." She winks at her granddaughter and Beck laughs.
After dinner, Anna goes up to her old bedroom to turn in early. While Bradley takes Beck out back to show him all of the meat they'll be cooking together tomorrow, Jade helps her grandmother with the dishes.
"I have to tell you something," Jade says, avoiding eye contact as Georgia hands her a glass to dry.
"Well, come here, let's sit down." Georgia moves towards the table, but Jade shakes her head.
"No, no." She grips the counter until her knuckles are whiter than the rest of her hand, and Georgia leans against the sink to give her granddaughter her full attention.
"What's up?"
Jade is staring intently at the ground, but Georgia waits patiently. After a full minute has passed, she finally opens her mouth.
"Beck and I," she starts, slowly and still muttering towards the floor. "We're, sort of—"
"Together?" Georgia finishes for her, and Jade's eyes dart up to meet hers. Jade bites her lip and the older woman smiles warmly.
"I-I know it's weird," Jade stammers.
"Why is it weird?"
Jade stares at her blankly. "I don't know. I guess because we only met at the beginning of the summer. And we live under the same roof."
"It's unusual, sure," Georgia concedes with a shrug of her shoulder. "But I'm fine with it."
Jade narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "Beck told you already, didn't he?"
"What? No, why would you think that?"
"You're acting so casual about it! You hardly seemed fazed at all. Here I am, your seventeen-year-old—"
"Sixteen," Georgia corrects.
"Only for another week, and that's besides the point. The point is that I just told you that I'm in a relationship with a boy that also lives in this house, who also happens to be your employee, and you're barely reacting at all."
"Jade Georgia West." Georgia shakes her head and laughs to herself. "If you think that you and Beck were keeping yourselves a secret, you need to reconsider a few things, my dear. It hardly takes half a brain to see that you two are practically attached at the hip, not to mention the fact that you finish each other's sentences and stare at each other for an amount of time that would be considered downright creepy for two people who aren't together. Hell, Bradley knew from the second day you started working for him that you had feelings for Beck. If you wanted to keep it a secret, you could have tried not staring at the door while you waited for him to get you for lunch."
Jade is speechless, but that doesn't stop the wave of relief from washing over her. Now that her grandmother and Bradley know about them, she can stop pretending like Beck doesn't drive her crazy in the best way possible.
Later that night, Beck goes into Jade's room as soon as he's changed into his pajamas. While she washes her face in the bathroom, he sits on her bed and waits. "Hi," he says, after she's finished and is walking towards him. Beck extends his hands towards her for her to take, and he uses them to help pull her onto the bed.
"Hi," she replies against his lips, and kisses him until they're laying down together. Beck hovers over her and Jade pushes her hands up against his chest. "Wait. Go lock the door."
His eyebrows shoot up. "You sure?"
"Yes. Go. Hurry."
Beck does as she asks and, within seconds, returns to Jade to continue their previous activities. She pulls his shirt off first, and she squirms underneath him until he takes her t-shirt off to reveal her braless chest.
Before he gets himself too worked up, he pulls back from her lips to look in her eyes. "I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Okay," she says, her breath still hitched from the effect he's already having on her.
"Promise you'll tell me when to stop."
"I promise." Jade pulls him back down and Beck, having learned some of what she likes, trails his kisses down to her breasts. In an attempt to get a feel for her comfort level, Beck slowly rubs one hand down her hip. Jade involuntarily pushes up toward him, and a whine escapes her lips.
"You can take them off," she tells him. Carefully, Beck pulls her underwear and pajama shorts jointly down her legs, leaving her completely naked. He wants to comment on how beautiful she is, but he doesn't know if it would come off more pervy than sweet, so he busies his lips elsewhere.
Beck kisses down her stomach, stealing a bit more of her breath with each one. She bends one leg to set her right foot flat on the bed, giving him the go-ahead.
For six and a half minutes, they work together to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for both of them. Jade tells him what's good versus what isn't, and Beck familiarizes himself with something neither of them has ever done before. At the six-minute-mark, Jade's toes curl and a volcano of heat begins to erupt in the pit of her stomach. For the first time in her life, her body convulses involuntarily and she has to muffle her cry in her pillow.
He leaves her out of breath, and he'd be lying if he said he weren't proud of it. What he hadn't expected was how enjoyable it had been for him, which is proven accidentally by his erection. After wiping his lips on his arm, he kisses back up her stomach and plants a kiss on her lips. When he rolls over to lay shoulder-to-shoulder with her, she looks at him.
"Impressive," she says.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He kisses her smile.
"Oh, I definitely did. Seems like you did too, huh?" Beck blushes and this time it's Jade who kisses him, and subsequently mounts him across his waist. "My turn."
"Jade, you don't have to."
She furrows her eyebrows. "Beck, do I ever do anything that I don't want to do?"
"Well, no, but—"
"Then shut up. And, just so you know, I've never done this. So it could be terrible."
"Is that even possible?"
"I've read horror stories in Cosmo."
"Well, no one's ever done this to me either. So, no pressure."
"Good." She leans down to kiss him, and, as she does, moves her hand into his boxer shorts. As soon as she has him in her hand, Beck groans and Jade laughs against his mouth. "This is fun."
"Jade," he chastises, trying as hard as he can to not make any other involuntary noises as she slides her hand up and down.
"Let's get these off," she decides, pulling his boxers down far enough that he can kick them to the floor. As soon as they're gone, she bends down to kiss his chest. Crawling backwards with her knees, she kisses all the way down his abs until she reaches the bottom. She takes a deep breath, and the next thing Beck knows, he feels her mouth on him.
While Jade gets used to the bobbing pattern and breathing through her nose, Beck can barely see straight. After a short two minutes, he palms her shoulder. "Jade," he says hesitantly.
"Hmm?" She asks, causally and as if she weren't currently giving him a blow job. Her question sends a vibration on his skin, and he's quick to speak again.
"I'm about to…" He trails off, because it's getting harder to speak and he's done his job in warning her, and she's determined to finish. He comes three seconds later, prompting Jade to pull back from him and wipe her mouth off. She takes a deep breath and shrugs her shoulders.
"How was it?"
He grins and drops his head back to the pillow. "Way better than impressive."
She crawls back up to him and kisses his lips. "We should probably put some clothes on, huh?"
"Probably," Beck laughs. Jade sits up to find her t-shirt, but Beck catches her arm before she can move. "Hey," he says, tugging her back towards him. "I love you."
She grins and kisses him. "I love you too, weirdo."
I told you last time to review if you liked Bade tacos, and so many people did that I was obliged to do my part.
Next up: Burley's 4th of July Festival
Review if you like the idea of Beck and Jade in the back seat of a truck during the fireworks show. Hint, hint ;)
