Thanks for the reviews. And I just have to say or give everyone a word of advice…don't get a fucking Chihuahua. My girlfriend's Chihuahua…I will kill it one day. The fucking rat pissed on me… Anyways, in this chapter, I put a BeckxAndre lemon scene because they haven't had one alone.
No One Could Understand Us – Chapter 50 (Beck)
Opening the door to our home in the middle of October, I get a saddened chill. Usually I hear music or Cat's singing or something to let me know my beautiful fiancée is here to greet me…but then it's a reminder to me that Cat's gone for a few days. She was meeting up with her mom in Las Vegas to pick out a wedding dress. Cat refused to go to LA or anything, so they went to Las Vegas. Yes, I know that it's only for 3 days, but I can't help, but miss my girl.
Andre's missing her too, so that's why we took some overtime at work. Our hours conflict together so we arrive home at the same time around 9, but he goes into work early while I'm already at work. Usually we're happy to come home, since our fiancée would be here to greet us with her smile and kiss, but she's not home, so what point is there to be home to loneliness? I tried calling her earlier, but she said that she was in a fitting so she'd call me later…she never called.
My heart cracked a little.
At least when I went on my business trip, I called 5 times a day, since I miss my 2 fiancées.
I called her once and she was too busy to talk.
Unbelievable.
Wait…what the fuck? Am I getting mad at Cat again? Shit. I'm a fucking dumbass. Cat's our sweet angel. She needs a vacation every now and then. She's always taking care of us and doing everything around here, so she needs this time. I know she loves us…she loves me…so why am I so worried?
"Beck?"
I shake myself out of my thoughts and realize I've been standing in the living room, staring at the ground. I see Andre in the doorway, looking concerned. "Hey."
He walks up to me. "Are you alright?"
I shrug.
He sighs. "I miss her too."
"It's just so weird coming home and not hearing her…smelling her beautiful perfume…seeing her smile right when we walk through the door." I tell him.
He nods. "I know. It feels wrong, but she'll be home tomorrow."
My eyes widened. "Tomorrow?"
Andre raises his eyebrows. "Yeah…it's been 2 days already, Beck."
I'm surprised. "That was fast…like she said, she'd be back before I knew it. I'm not complaining though. I can't wait." I smile. "What time does her flight get here?"
"Tomorrow at 7." He tries to hide a yawn. "Think you can pick her up?"
I nod quickly. "Oh yeah." I chuckle and he smiles. "Let's eat some dinner and head to bed, huh?"
He kisses my lips. "Let's do that."
After I cummed into Andre's behind, I feel myself getting thrown on the bed and my fiancée gets on top of me. I get on my hands and knees, waiting for him to fuck me. Suddenly he pounds into me and I groan loudly, saying his name at the same time. "Fuck!" I shout as he continues to pound into me. This feels so fucking good, I love it! He's hard and firm, but he's close I can tell. That's alright, since there's only so much pleasure I can take.
"Beck, I'm close!" He cries out.
I pant. "Come inside me, Andre!" I need to feel his liquids enter me. I love the feeling of every cum that comes in.
"Fuck!" He shouts as he stops while cumming itno my body.
I groan and throw my head back. He takes that moment to grip my hair and keep my head there, so he can kiss me. I roll over and pull him down onto me, our lips never separating. Our legs are intwined and our tongues are trying to fight for dominance, but I think it's going to be a tie because he's not giving up and neither am I. Soon he leaves my mouth and sucks on my neck. He sucks roughly before biting a bit.
"Andre…" I breathe out.
He licks that spot a bit and kisses it before leaning up. I look him in the eye and then he smirks. "I marked you." He pecks my lips. "You're mine."
I nod. "Forever."
"Damn right." He chuckles and rolls off me. "I'm going to take a shower. Want to join?"
I nod. "Fuck yes."
And we spent most of our shower fucking again and kissing.
See? Both of my fiancées are the best sex partners in the fucking world.
It's around noon when I finish paperwork from selling a car to a wealthy couple that morning when my desk phone rings. I answer it while still paying attention to my work. "Beck Oliver's desk."
"Hey, Beck, it's me." I hear my fiancée's soft voice.
My work is now off my mind and I smile at the sound of Cat's voice. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you getting on the plane soon?"
"No…" She sighs. "I may be gone a few more days."
My heart drops. "What? But…but you're supposed to be home tonight…you promised me at the airport, remember?"
"I know I did, but…" I don't like the tone of her voice.
"But what?" I ask in worry. "Cat, what's going on?"
"…I'm so damn picky!"
I'm startled by her tone. First she went from absolutely depressed to psychotic. "What?"
"I can't find a wedding dress!"
I sigh, slapping my forehead with my palm. "Cat…"
"What?" Her voice cracks.
Damn, she's really depressed about this.
"Just pick one." I tell her simply, getting some paperwork out of the file cabinet next to my desk. "You look great in anything and everything."
"JUST PICK ONE OUT? JUST PICK ONE OUT?"
I wince, pulling the phone away from my ear a bit. "Yeah…"
"BECK! This is going to be the most important day of my freaking LIFE! AND you want me to JUST pick SOMETHING out like it's NOTHING?"
I shake my head, getting annoyed now. "Cat."
"You're such a jerk!" I can her seriously crying. "You don't care that I'm only going to get married once so I kind of would like it to be nice and a dream come true!"
I smile, daydreaming again. "Maybe not the only wedding…"
And she dramatically gasps. "WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?"
What the hell? "Why are you mad?"
"Are you saying we'll get divorced and I'll marry someone else?" She screeches. "HOW COULD YOU SAY SOMETHING SO HORRID?"
I groan, leaning back in my leather chair. "Cat, I meant like a second wedding for the three of us. Some people do that stuff after like 10 or 20 years!"
"Oh." She calms down. "That sounds nice…but I still want this to be special."
I sigh. "Okay, sweetheart. Take all the time you need, okay? But…Andre and I seriously miss you, kitten."
"Why?" She asks with a hint of teasing. "Miss the great blowjobs I give to you guys already?"
But believe it or not, I take offense to this. "No." I growl. "That's not it. We miss you because we hate going home, not hearing your gorgeous voice, your angelic singing voice, your glowing smile, and YOU in general." I tell her with a firm voice.
She stays quiet for a few seconds until she speaks again. "Sorry…I miss you both too."
I smile again. "I'll let you go now. I love you, girl."
"I love you too, Beck!" She chirps. "Can you tell Andre for me? I got to get to this appointment like now!"
She's back to normal.
I chuckle. "Will do." And we hang up.
