“Are you all ready for the Halloween party tomorrow?” Allie sat back down beside me as the excitement died down.
“No.” I shook my head as I thought about the costume the two of them talked me into. “Are you all sure we have to wear costumes? Haven’t we outgrown that?”
Frankie rolled and eyes and put her hands on my shoulders. “I told you, we’ve upgraded. We’re into sexy Halloween costumes now.”
"I feel like you made that up."
"I did not. Have you never seen Mean Girls? We don't want to be the girls who show up wearing something lame when everyone else is dressed slutty."
"It doesn't really matter to me, I'm already taken." I bat my eyelashes at them and grinned as Frankie groaned.
"Yes. We know. The two of you are practically attached at the hip. The only reason you're hanging out with us now is because they won't let you on the field."
I rolled my eyes because she was being ridiculous. "You're insane. I hang out with you all the time."
"Allie." Frankie leaned forward and looked at my other best friend. "Back me up here."
Allie shook her head and didn't bring her eyes away from the field. "I'm not taking either one of your sides. I'm just glad Josie is happy. But you two are missing the end of the game."
She was right. Olly had just run across the home plate, and the whole team stormed out of the dugout to celebrate.
"Ballgame." You could barely hear the umpire's voice over the sound of their cheering.
Beck made eye contact with me as soon as he started walking off the field, and I couldn't help but smile. Because Frankie was right. I could barely stand to be away from him most days.
Not that we were ever very far apart.
I had taken Mr. Clermont up on his offer and moved into the pool house. I thought it would give Beck and me a little more separation, but more nights than not, he snuck out to the house after his parents were sleeping. I was sure that they knew he did it and didn't say anything.
But I didn't care. I was far too wrapped up in him to care what anyone else thought.
Especially when he was looking at me like he was now.
He didn't look at anyone else as he made his way toward me and scooped me up in his arms. His warmth enveloped me instantly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me from the ground.
"Already with the PDA?" I heard Olly's teasing voice, but I didn't care what he had to say. I was too busy bringing my mouth against Beck's.
He kissed me softly before peppering a few kisses along my jaw and on the way to my ear. "He has no idea what kind of PDA we're capable of," he whispered for only me to hear, and I knew he was referring to the side of the school building where we had gone a little too far before the game.
"Don't be a hater just because you can't get laid, Olly." Beck and Carson chuckled, but I noticed Frankie tense up.
"I can get laid. I just don't put it in everyone else's faces."
"Your hand doesn't count." Carson slapped him on the shoulder before hiking his baseball bag up on his back. "Are we heading to get some food or what? I'm starving."
"You're always starving." Allie rolled her eyes. She was perpetually annoyed by him, and I knew that he was the same with her. If they weren’t getting under each other's skin, they were ignoring each other altogether.
"I am." He waggled his eyebrows at her playfully but his eyes were full of steam, and I swear I would have been squirming if I were her. They may have acted like they hated each other, but they wanted each other more.
"You're a pig."
Carson didn't deny that fact. He just grinned harder because he knew he was getting to her.
"Let's go get pizza." Frankie linked her arm in Allie's and started pulling her toward the parking lot. "We'll meet you all there."
"Sounds good." Beck wrapped his arms tighter around my middle. "We'll see you all in a few."
He kissed my jaw again before letting go of me and grabbing my hand.
He led us to his car and moved some hair off my shoulder before he opened my door.
"You're being very chivalrous today, Mr. Clermont." I climbed into the seat, and he leaned in against the door.
"I have to keep up good appearances because what I'm about to do to you in this car is not gentlemanly at all."
"We are supposed to be meeting everyone for pizza." I giggled because the look in his eyes promised so many things, and none of it was pizza.
"We'll get there eventually." He closed my door, then walked to the driver's side of the car while unbuttoning his jersey.
Watching him was like an aphrodisiac. I had no idea how he could make something so simple so damn hot.
He climbed into the car wearing his baseball pants and a white t-shirt, and he didn't say another word as he started the car and drove. He just reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine before resting them on my thigh.
I had no idea where we were going until we passed the pizza place on the left and pulled down to a public beach access. He parked the car before leaning his head back against the headrest and looking over at me.
"This isn't pizza."
"Nope." He exaggerated the word with a devilish smile on his face. "It definitely isn't."
"We'll be alone at home tonight."
"I can't wait until then." He leaned across the middle console and gripped
me by the back of my neck. He pulled me closer to him and I didn't put up any sort of fight. I let him pull me exactly where he wanted me, and I was instantly met with his sinful and insatiable mouth. He kissed me like he hadn't seen me in months, and I let the feeling of his want wash over me.
This was the way Beck always kissed me. Like he was scared he could lose me at any moment.
He buried his hands in my hair and tilted my head back to give him better access. His mouth moved over me, kissing my mouth, my jaw, my neck, and I was a squirming mess under his tongue.
"Beck," I whispered his name even though no one else could hear us.
It was all he needed, though. That one simple word, breathless, on my lips. He pulled me forward until I moved over the console and into his lap.
He quickly scooted his seat back so I could fit comfortably between him and the steering wheel.
"You drive me crazy." He was talking to me, but he was staring at my body. He pulled my top down just enough so he could taste me, and I settled down against him.
I ground down against him as I looked out the window and noticed other people milling about on the beach. "Beck, we can't have sex here. There are people everywhere."
"We're not." His words were muffled against my chest. "I just have to touch you before I go insane."
I ran my fingers through his hair as I laughed. "You've been touching me all day."
He ran his tongue over my nipple as he gently pinched the other in his fingers, and I forgot my argument altogether. I moved my hips harder against him and held onto his head for leverage.
"It's not enough." He looked up at me and kissed me again as his hands worked their way down my body. He quickly unbuttoned my shorts before sliding his hand inside, and I held my breath as his fingers felt how wet I already was.
He moved his fingers against my clit, and I rode his hand like I didn't care who saw me. I was far too concentrated on the way he was making me feel to be concerned with anyone else.
I moved my hands down his body and fumbled as I undid his belt. Those baseball pants that made his ass look so good were easy to undo, and I pulled his cock out into my hand.
His growled as I worked him in my hand. There was no room between us.
Our bodies and hands were cramped in the small space we had, but neither of us cared. We were a rush of movement and chase, and I felt like I would lose my mind if he stopped.