Our meeting went on for another hour, as Beck and Griff talked out their differences, until Jen eventually made them hug it out before allowing us to leave the table.
Beck and Griff took a much needed 'boys trip' to the golf course, or as they called it, 'drinking with a side of golf'.
I couldn't help but smile, watching the two of them leave as I leaned against the doorway, Beck giving me a lazy smile as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before heading out.
I was grateful that Beck and Griff seemed to be able to work through what I had caused. I knew Beck was just as important to Griff as he was to me.
Jen walked toward me, pulling me into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "How is my pretty girl doing?" She asked, a motherly smile playing on her lips.
I grinned, hugging her tightly. "I'm doing good." I replied. "I'm so sorry for bringing this drama into your house," I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. "I am so grateful for your hospitality and-"
"It's okay," she said softly, rubbing my back. "Hey, I was thinking, why don't we have a shopping day?" She suggested, giving me a soft smile.
I felt a grin spread across my face, nodding excitedly. "Really?" I asked, stepping away from her and clasping my hands together.
"Really." She laughed, leaning down and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I thought it would be fun to have a girls day,"
My heart leapt at her words, and I felt my smile widen as she stepped toward the door, holding it open for me.
"Let's go shopping!"
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Jen and I spent all day at the mall. By the time we were leaving, I had bags lining my forearms.
It was nearing ten when we finally got home, and by then, my feet were aching. I flopped down onto the couch with a sigh, smiling as Jen brought me a hot tea. I sipped at it as I flipped through the TV channels, settling into the couch as I watched reruns of old shows.
I stayed rooted in my position for a few hours, until my eyes were dry and sore and my tea had gone cold.
It was late, almost midnight. I glanced up at the clock as I placed the empty mug on the table. I sighed as I looked around the room, listening to the faint sounds of laughter that echoed through the streets. I froze in my spot. I knew that laughter.
The next thing I knew, Beck and Griff were stumbling through the front door, holding each other tightly as they swayed back and forth.
Beck threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him as he leaned down and kissed me. "I have the best girlfriend," he murmured against my lips. I giggled, wrapping my arm around him to keep him steady.
"You're drunk," I laughed, turning my attention to Griff. "Are you drunk too?"
He shook his head, leaning against the wall for support as he swayed. "No," he replied solemnly. "Not drunk," he added, his words slurred together. "Also," he held a finger up. "I am not drunk,"
"Uh-huh," I laughed, tilting my head to look over at Beck, who was playing with my hair.
"You need to sleep,"
"So do you," he replied, tugging on my hair lightly.
I laughed, turning around and slipping his jacket off. "Let's get you two to bed," I said, looking over at Griff.
"Don't wanna go to bed," Griff whined, pouting.
I rolled my eyes, taking Beck by the hand. "Let's go," I insisted.
He followed behind me, pulling me back to him as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. "You smell good," he murmured.
"And you're drunk,"
He groaned, swaying into me. "Am not."
I glanced back at him, raising my brow as I continued to lead him down the hall. He pulled me back again, wrapping his arms around me, swaying with me.
"You're very drunk," I laughed, letting him pull me back against him.
He laughed, burying his face in my hair again. "I'm not," he said again, this time sounding a little more convincing.
"Mhmm," I replied, watching as Griff stumbled into his room, followed by the distinct thud of him collapsing onto his bed. I felt a smile spread across my lips as Beck leaned down, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
"Beck, I need you to go to bed," I laughed, pushing his face away lightly as I guided him into my bedroom. He stopped me, pressing me up against the wall and kissing me softly. I smiled against his lips, pulling away and turning my head to the side. "You have to go to bed," I murmured again, reaching down and grabbing his hands, guiding them to my hips.
He sighed, stepping away from me and tugging me along behind him. I rolled my eyes as I followed him toward my bed. He stripped off his clothes until he was standing in front of me in just his boxers. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his toned body as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips.
"Lay down," I ordered, pushing him onto the bed.
"So bossy," he muttered, looking up at me with clouded eyes. "I find it so strangely sexy," he said, grinning. "Come here, baby." He slurred, wiggling his fingers at me.
I rolled my eyes, slipping out of my jeans, and sweater before climbing into bed next to him. He curled up next to me, burying his face in my neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "My girlfriend," he continued, a smile spreading across his lips.
I giggled, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm your girlfriend," I murmured, unable to contain my smile.
"Mine," he whispered, kissing my shoulder softly.
I looked over at the clock, sighing as I glanced back down at him. "You're a drunk fool," I laughed, kissing his forehead softly.
He groaned, turning on his side and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer. "Em," he groaned, his hands exploring my smooth skin.
I rolled onto my side, looking down at him, my brows furrowing. "You need to sleep," I murmured, watching as his eyes roamed my body.
"You're so perfect," he breathed, his fingertips trailing over my hip, down the curve of my ass, and in between my thighs before moving back up to my waist. "I've never seen anything more beautiful."
I watched him as he stared up at me, a dazed look on his face. I felt myself relax in his arms as I pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling against him he wrapped his arms around me, rolling me onto my back as he kissed me again, the heat rising as his hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing gently as he kissed down my neck. I let out a soft gasp, my breath hitching in my throat as his lips travelled further down, kissing along the swell of my breasts.
"Beck," I breathed, forcing myself to move out of his touch. "You're drunk," I reminded him.
He groaned, dropping his head to the pillow, pulling me against him. "I just want to make you feel good, baby," he whispered.
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You already make me feel good, I don't need you to do anything to me tonight," I whispered, kissing his forehead. "I just need you to sleep," I added, pressing another kiss to his lips.
He gave me a long, suffering look. "But I-"
"Sleep," I ordered, curling up against him and pulling the blankets up around us. "And tomorrow morning you can do anything you want to me," I said softly, resting my head on his chest as I listened to his heartbeat.
"Anything?" He murmured, kissing the top of my head softly.
I sighed, pulling myself closer to him. "Anything,"
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The next morning I woke to the feeling of Beck's soft lips pressed to my shoulder. I groaned, rolling onto my back as he hovered over me, smiling down at me. "Morning beautiful," he murmured.
I opened my eyes slowly, my lashes fluttering before they finally rested open, a sleepy smile spreading across my lips. "Hi," I whispered, my voice raspy and hoarse as I ran my hands up his chest, pushing myself up on my elbows.
He pushed me back down onto the bed, tsking tauntingly. "Forget our deal?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Our deal?" I teased, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I don't remember ever making any deal."
"Oh," he feigned innocence, pressing his lips to my neck. "I thought you were offering me anything,"
I felt the blush spread through my cheeks, and I pressed my hands to his chest. "I mean, I would make an exception for a handsome man,"
"How lucky I am," he murmured, his hands sliding up my sides. "My gorgeous girlfriend," he added, kissing my neck.
I laughed, letting my head fall back as he kissed my collarbone, his lips trailing lower. He cupped my breasts, squeezing softly as he sucked my neck, making my breath catch in my throat. I let out a soft moan, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to me. He groaned, his lips moving down to the swell of my breasts. I gasped as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. He moved to the other one, grazing his teeth over it before releasing it with a wet pop. I arched my back, pressing my breasts toward him.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him against me. "Beck," I murmured, my voice hitching in my throat as his fingers danced over my stomach.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his lips roamed down my stomach. He kissed my hip, nipping softly. His hands roamed down my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before coming back up, cupping my thighs. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he whispered.
I did as he told me, biting my lip as I felt him settle between my legs. I felt him tug on my panties, pulling them down my legs slowly. I gasped as his fingers grazed my center, his breath hot against my skin. I bit down harder on my lip, trying to muffle my moan as his fingers dipped inside of me, spreading my wetness over my folds.
I let out another moan as he leaned down, kissing my clit, swirling his tongue over it. He slipped two fingers inside of me, curling them upward, massaging the spot that made me see stars. He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking gently as he pumped his fingers inside of me. I felt a moan rise in my throat, my hands moving to tangle in his hair. "Fuck, baby, right there," I groaned, pushing his face into me.
He chuckled, lapping up my juices. "So sensitive," he murmured, pushing his fingers inside of me again, rubbing my g-spot as he sucked my clit. He pushed me over the edge, my orgasm rippling through my body as my legs shook around him.
He continued to massage my clit with his tongue, drawing out my orgasm until I was whimpering beneath him. He moved back up, pressing his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his lips as I kissed him hungrily. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him slowly. I felt his cock jump in my hand as I moved my hand over him. He moaned against my lips, tangling his hands in my hair.
"Baby," he breathed against my lips, bucking his hips forward.
"Want you," I moaned softly, my voice raspy. "Right now."
He nodded, pulling away from me. I watched as he slipped his boxers down, kicking them off before crawling back over me.
I spread my legs for him, biting my lip as he slid his length between my thighs, rubbing himself against me. I groaned, letting my head fall back.
"Fuck," he whispered, lining himself up with me. "You're so wet,"
I gasped as he pushed himself inside of me, filling me completely. "Oh, god," I moaned, squeezing my legs around him. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss as he started to move, rolling his hips into me slowly.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered, pushing me further into the mattress. His hand found its way to my mouth as I moaned, feeling myself growing hot as he sped up his thrusts. "Shh," he soothed. "You have to be quiet baby," he murmured, stroking my cheek softly.
I groaned, trying to suppress the moan rising in my throat as I nodded, opening my mouth for him. He slid his fingers between my lips, pinching my tongue lightly as he fucked me harder. I whimpered against his hand as he held my mouth open for me, keeping me quiet. I could feel myself building up again as I felt his cock rub against my g-spot, my orgasm coiling in my stomach.
"Fuck," he hissed, fucking me faster as I felt my legs shake around him. He continued to work my clit with his fingers, making me squeeze around him. I let out another moan against his hand, trying to keep it quiet as I came.
He kept pumping in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit harder.
I moaned against his hand, trying to stay quiet."Em," he groaned, burying his face in my neck. I could feel him shaking as he pushed into me, spilling into me with a groan.
He slipped his fingers from my mouth, kissing me softly. He groaned as he slipped out of me, moving off of me and laying next to me. I watched as he covered his face with his hands, breathing heavily. I grinned as I felt him roll over, throwing his arm around my waist.
"God, you're incredible," he murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
I giggled, kissing his forehead softly. "You did all the work," I whispered.
He shook his head, looking up at me. "But you're you," he murmured, pushing himself up.
"Oh, please," I laughed, feeling my cheeks heat.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, brushing a piece of hair away from my eyes. "So sweet," he added, kissing my cheek softly. "So sexy," he murmured, kissing my neck.
I felt my cheeks heat as he leaned in and kissed me. "You're making me blush," I murmured against his lips.
"That's not what I was trying to do," he murmured, moving on top of me again. "But if it is," he said, kissing down my neck. "Then I will gladly do it again."
I groaned, pushing him away lightly. "Beck, stop it," I giggled, trying to push him away.
He pulled me back toward him, nipping at my shoulder. "Never," he teased, kissing me softly.
I couldn't help but smile against his lips, running my fingers through his hair. "Keep kissing me like that and we'll be here until christmas," I murmured, leaning in and pressing my lips to his.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" He asked, kissing me again.
I smiled, pulling away and resting my forehead against his. "No," I whispered, my smile growing.
"Good," he whispered, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
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Eventually, Beck and I dragged ourselves from bed, filing into the kitchen. My eyes fell on Griff and Jen sitting at the island, off in their own worlds as they sipped their coffee.
"Good morning," Beck smiled from the door, sauntering toward his mother and pressing a kiss to her temple.
Jen looked up at her son, smiling softly. "Good morning, my children," she replied, turning in her seat and resting her hand on his cheek. "Did you two sleep well?"
"Like the dead," Beck answered, moving over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kissing my cheek softly.
"I would agree," I replied, leaning back against him.
"I'm happy to hear that." Jen grinned, standing from the stool. "I'm going to wake Morgan, then we can make brunch. Sound good?"
Beck nodded, watching as his mother left the kitchen. He turned his attention back to me, pulling me closer.
I watched as Griff glanced up, looking over at us. "I have one request regarding your relationship," he stated, his brows furrowed.
Beck and I looked at each other, before turning our attention back to Griff. "Okay?" I said hesitantly.
Griff cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. "Please, for the love of god, be quiet," he grimaced, his eyes falling to the table. "I don't need to hear you two going at it."
My face went bright red, and Beck dropped his head, laughing against my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Griff, I didn't realize you were such a prude." Beck replied, his voice muffled by my hair.
"Yeah," I bit my lip, trying to contain my grin. "What happened to ladykiller?"
"Ladykiller has an appreciation for classy women," he retorted.
Beck chuckled, squeezing me tightly before releasing me. "Okay, okay, we will make an effort to be quiet,"
"Thank you," Griff grumbled, draining his coffee.
"But, I am kind of a god in that department, so that may be hard," Beck teased, leaning his hip against the counter. "So if you hear anything-"
I slapped him lightly on the chest, glaring at him. "Beck!" I hissed, trying to contain my laughter.
"What?" He asked innocently. "I was just explaining to your brother how amazing I am in the bedroom."
I rolled my eyes, smacking him again.
Griff glared at Beck. "Please stop," he groaned, placing his empty mug into the sink. "I'm going to get ready," he muttered, walking out of the kitchen.
Beck and I laughed as we heard his door close, shaking our heads.
"You're terrible," I said, turning around and wrapping my arms around his waist.
"And you love it," He grinned, leaning down and capturing my lips in a slow, languid kiss.
"Yeah," I murmured against his lips, moving my arms to wrap around his neck. "I do."
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Griff and I spent most of our last full day in Florida lounging around the house, playing video games while Beck and Morgan played in the pool. I laughed as I watched Beck chasing Morgan through the water, Morgan squealing as she tried to get away.
"They're cute," I said, turning my head to Griff. "Like a real family."
"They are a real family," he replied, his eyes focused on the screen.
I watched him for a moment, watching the way his brows furrowed in concentration as he played the game. "Are you upset that I'm with Beck?" I asked softly.
"Not upset," he replied, never taking his eyes from the screen.
I sighed softly, feeling my chest tighten. "Griff," I said, sitting up straight. "It's okay if you are,"
"Why would I be upset?" He asked, turning toward me. "My best friend and my little sister are happy. I should be happy for you guys." He smiled softly. "I am happy for you," his eyes bored into mine. "It just takes some adjusting, I guess."
"Okay," I replied, looking back at the screen. "I appreciate that you're willing to adjust."
"Of course, Em." He reached over, squeezing my shoulder. "Are you happy?"
I felt a wide grin spread across my face as I thought about Beck and the past few weeks. "Yeah," I murmured, nodding. "I am."
He squeezed my hand again. "Then I am too."
I smiled softly, turning toward him. "Thank you, Griff,"
We sat in silence for a few minutes, until rapid footsteps echoed through the house as a dripping wet Morgan came barrelling into the living room.
"Help me!" She squealed, hopping onto my lap and soaking my clothes. "He's coming!" She buried her head into my shirt, clutching the fabric in her tiny hands.
As predicted, Beck came bursting into the living room a moment later, water dripping down his body as he laughed, his eyes landing on Morgan. "Give her," he instructed, extending his arms. An amused smile played on his lips as he stared down at his shivering sister in my lap.
I shook my head, cocking it to the side as my smile mirrored his. "No can do,"
He laughed, his smile growing. "Wrong answer," he leaned down and scooped the two of us into his arms. He took off down the hall toward the pool, both of us laughing as we tried to escape his grasp.
Griff turned in his seat, following us into the backyard as Beck jumped into the pool, pulling us into the water with a large splash. Morgan giggled in my arms as we resurfaced, pushing herself off and swimming toward the edge of the pool.
I swatted his chest. "You have to stop doing that," I playfully chided.
He laughed, reaching for my waist. "Or what?" He murmured against my lips.
"Or I'll get mad," I threatened, wiggling away from him.
"That's okay," he grinned, pulling me closer. "I like it when you're mad," He leaned in, kissing me softly.
"Beck!" Morgan exclaimed, splashing the both of us. "Stop kissing her!"
I smiled, pushing away from him.
He pouted playfully. "That's not fair," he muttered, wiping the water from his face.
"Well, maybe if you weren't always trying to kiss me, she wouldn't have to stop you," I retorted, pushing myself out of the pool.
"But I like to kiss you," he said, splashing Morgan lightly.
I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I know,"
"I like it even more when you kiss me back," he added, brushing the hair from my eyes.
Morgan wrinkled her nose, turning away. "Eww, gross."
Beck laughed, pulling himself from the pool and grabbing a towel off the lounge chair and wrapping it around his shoulders. He pulled Morgan into his arms, tickling her sides mercilessly as she squealed in laughter.
"Beck, stop!" She laughed, trying to escape his grip. "I hate you!" She laughed, throwing her head back and giggling.
"What is it with girls saying they hate me when they don't?" he asked, shooting me a pointed look before planting a kiss on top of his sister's head. "You love me, you just can't admit it."
She stuck out her tongue, turning and wrapping her arms around my waist the second I pulled myself from the water. "No, I love Emmie," she corrected, burying her head in my shoulder.
I ran my fingers through her hair, smiling down at her.
"Fine, then I guess you don't love me anymore," he retorted, letting her go and walking toward the door. "I'll see you guys later. I've got some stuff to do today. Bye, Morgan." he added, sticking out his tongue at her.
She rolled her eyes, sticking out her tongue at him as he walked into the house.
I smiled as Morgan turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezing.
Morgan and I hungout in the sun until her eyes were fighting to stay open and her cheeks were a faint shade of pink.
"Do you need a nap, Morgan?" I asked, poking her cheek gently as she rested her head against my shoulder.
With her eyes closed, and a wide grin on her face, she shook her head. "No! I want to swim!"
"We can swim another time, how's that sound?"
She nodded her head, leaning up and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Promise?" She asked, resting her forehead against mine.
I smiled, leaning back and resting my head against hers. "Pinky promise."
She grinned, holding out her pinky. I locked my pinky with hers, squeezing tightly before walking her to her bedroom.
She crawled into her bed, pulling the sheets over her head. "Emmie," she whispered, her voice muffled by her sheets. "Will you lay with me?"
I smiled softly, crawling in next to her and laying my head on the pillow. She rolled toward me, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist. I pushed the hair away from her face, smoothing it back before resting my hand against her cheek. "Sleep tight, kiddo."
She hummed, letting her eyes fall shut as she drifted off. I kept my arm around her until she fell asleep, eventually climbing out of the bed. I pulled the blankets over her before I left, pressing a kiss to her forehead.