Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(69)

I all but screamed out as my orgasm hit hard, and Beck pulled my lips to his, taking every cry into his mouth. He groaned as his body jerked inside of me, over and over, both of us riding that orgasm out for many long minutes.

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” I gasped, trying to get my heart rate and pulse back under control. If Beck kept fucking me like that, he was definitely going to give me a heart attack one day.

Beck laughed softly, his hands gently tracing across my back as I collapsed against him. “This isn’t your present, Riley Jameson. This is just the prelude.”

I snorted. “Give me five minutes before the main act, because I’m not sure I’ll survive it.”

That had him laughing again, and I felt stupidly proud that I could make Beck laugh.

When we were both recovered, I lifted myself off him, and managed to open the door and scramble out. Getting out of the car like that was almost more awkward than fucking in the car. As I fixed my panties and skirt, I lifted my head, and across in my parking space, a familiar shiny door panel caught my eye.

My gasp was long and loud. “What?” I took a step closer, unsure if I was seeing things correctly.

Beck’s heat pressed into my back. “That’s the second reason I had to bail early this morning. Happy birthday, Butterfly,” he said.

I pressed my hand to my mouth, mostly to stop a sob from escaping. Crying over a car was probably the stupidest thing ever, but … he’d brought my butterfly back.

Stumbling closer, I ran my hands along every perfect, undented panel. My sticker still in the back window, and the blue paint gleamed like it had when she was brand new.

“You kept her,” I said, turning watery eyes on Beck. “Why did you do that? You hated me then?”

His hand crept into the back of my hair, tangling in the strands as he pulled me into his side. An engine broke through the silence, and he briefly checked it was only Dylan—they must have taken their time because Beck had this surprise planned—before turning his full attention back to me.

“I never hated you, Riley. I feared what another female Delta heir meant. I feared what I felt. I knew you were going to have the power to fucking destroy me, and I did everything to stop you before you started.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I’m like a wrecking ball. You ain’t gonna get rid of me until I destroy everything first.”

Beck shook his head as Dylan and Eddy got out of the car. “Turns out you’re the opposite of destructive; you’re the light in the fucking darkness.”

I jerked my head toward him, surprised he’d used a similar analogy to me. I’d thought the same thing about Beck only an hour earlier.

He kissed me again, softly this time, and I whimpered as I pressed up to him. The result of our last fuck was still running down my thighs, and I couldn’t help but want him again. I was addicted and not ashamed to admit it.





28





At Eddy’s shriek, I pulled away from Beck. “Your car,” she yelled, dashing forward, an expert at running in heels. She smirked at Beck. “Look at you being all sentimental. Definitely not like you, Sebastian Beckett.”

I pressed my hand into his firm chest, knowing that there was a ton more going on under his hard-ass outer persona. Eddy had clearly never been in the inner circle before, so she didn’t know. But I did.

Eddy admired the butterfly for a moment before spinning around to hug me. “Happy birthday, bestie. My present is upstairs. I didn’t want to drag it to school today.”

I sniffed. “I’ve never had this much attention on a birthday before. Even Dante forgets it most years.”

“Dante is a fucking idiot,” Beck growled. “He’s got more than one thing to atone for.”

I blinked at him. “What does that mean? You keep hinting at these things with Dante, but you never come right out and say anything.”

Beck shook his head, but I didn’t let him get away with it this time. “Tell me, Sebastian. What do you know?”

He cupped my face. “I won’t lie to you, Riles. But I also don’t have the evidence yet to prove my suspicions.”

I shook my head. “Dante can’t be involved in Delta business, right? I mean … how?”

Beck’s lips were close to mine as he leaned down. “You’re blind to his faults. You love him unconditionally. I’m just not sure he deserves it.”

Eddy popped her head up near ours. “Dante is a decent guy,” she said seriously. “I have a pretty good eye for assholes, after spending my years around you all.”

Dylan appeared to be on Beck’s side with this though. “I would keep an eye on him. There’s something there. I noticed it the first time we met him, and it was even worse when he was taken to ensure Riley’s cooperation. He … wasn’t surprised by that. Like he knew it was coming and was way too accepting of his part in it all. I’ve never seen someone react that way.”

Beck nodded. “He wasn’t surprised at all, and he took my beatings like a man with sins to atone for.”

“Who suggested Dante be the one?” I asked, having assumed all this time it was Beck. He’d known better than anyone how much Dante meant to me.

“Catherine,” Beck said. “She insisted that only Dante would convince you. I argued against it, because he was all you had in the world. I told Catherine that you’d save anyone innocent and that it wasn’t worth using Dante and pissing off his gang, but she wouldn’t budge.”