Smoky Darling Quotes

If I hear you’re harassing her, if I hear you so much as breathe on her, I will end you. And I will hear about it, because she’s mine. You hear me? Elouise is mine.

My pulse spikes and I swear to god my vagina just converted herself from a storeroom into a waterslide.

Thanks for…” my words trail off when Beckett shifts back into a crouch and starts to undo his jeans. Sweet slutty camp dreams, is this really happening?! “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice up an octave. “I can’t sleep in jeans, Babe.

His teeth scrape against the curve of my shoulder. “Behave this time, or I’ll have to find another way to keep your mouth occupied.

I see him bending down, I know what he’s going to do, and I don’t make any effort to stop him as he presses his mouth gently to mine. “Aww, come on!” James complains at our show of affection. I feel Beckett’s lips curl into a smile against my own, and I hold up a middle finger towards my brother.

That’s right, Smoky. Don’t be shy. Let me hear it. Let me hear how I’m making you feel.

Elouise Hall, you are not just my girlfriend. You’re my everything. My happiness. My sanity. My home. And I can’t stand for another goddamn day to go by without my ring on your finger.

I smirk, “I’m not that good.” To prove my point, I give in to desire, drop my head and sink my teeth into the soft swell of her breast.

I’m taking you now.” I warn her, spinning so she’s facing the armrest where I was just sitting. “I hope you’re on birth control because I’m fucking you bare and you’re gonna take it.

Her eyes widen, “But you have-” My grip tightens, her warm flesh giving under the pressure, “So help me god, if you say something about money right now, I’m gonna spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.

Beckett settles his hand on mine, threading our fingers together.

Then I think about the look on her face when she swiped my card that first time for someone else’s tickets and a grin forms on my lips. Clever little brat.

Fuuuck!” Beckett growls, giving my clit one final squeeze, “Squirting like such a good girl.

Mom beams and I slowly slide my hand over to rest on Beckett’s thigh.

Smoky Darling, I love you with every inch of my soul. And I need you to be by my side from now until forever. Will you please marry me?

Answer me, Dirty Girl. Do you like this? Do you like having your hair pulled and your ass slapped?

Elouise is hopping around, and her tits are bouncing, and I no longer care that there’s a fire. What fire? Tits. All I see are tits.

That’s right, Lou,” his words are husky against my ear, “work yourself on my hand. Fuck my fingers.

Now, Babe. Come for me now before I shove this dick down your throat.

His smirk is not what I was expecting, “Promise not to hit me?” I scowl, “No.” He lets out a breath of laughter, before his face turns serious, “I liked seeing your jealousy.

But now? Fuck. Now I want to throw her soft little body over my shoulder and show her just what I’m capable of doing in these woods.

Don’t worry, Smoky, I’ll take care of you.

Not a single sound.” His lips brush against my cheek, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Not a single moan.” His breath feathers over my neck. “Not even the smallest groan.” His open mouth presses just below my ear. “Not a peep, Elouise.

My fingers trail up and down her arm, the feel of her soft skin soothing my mind.

No one else sees you,” Beckett whispers. “Not even a silhouette.

On all fours, he pumps his hips, burying himself deeper down my throat.

Unbidden, my eyes drop to his cock and a pulse throbs through my body. He’s entirely naked and still hard. No time! I mentally shout at my libido.

I almost laugh, that’s what the little minx in my arms has reduced me to. A hormonal teenager. Fitting. I pull her even closer. Whatever this is, I’m not done yet.

Sure, I might not be everyone’s dream girl, but I know that I am for some guys. Some guys like curves and brains and a dirty mouth.

Are you gonna be quiet for me? Or do I need to leave?” Holy. Shit. “I’ll be quiet,” I whisper.

When his tongue swipes into my mouth again, I let my lips close around it. Sucking it into my mouth.

That’s my perfect girl.

Fuck, Baby. You taste so good.

If you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna shut your mouth and take your punishment like a good girl.” I release my grip on her panties, the material secured between her ass cheeks and out of my way.

Fuck.” I growl, pulling her hair a little harder. “You like that, don’t you?” She groans. “Answer me, Dirty Girl. Do you like this? Do you like having your hair pulled and your ass slapped?” Her whole body shudders against my lap, “Yes. Beckett… Oh my god. I’m so wet.” My hand comes down on her bare skin again. And again. “Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect

Fuuuck!” Beckett growls, giving my clit one final squeeze, “Squirting like such a good girl.” I want to be mortified, but the praise in his voice overwhelms the urge to be embarrassed.

I’m yours, Baby.” His hips flex, putting that pressure right where I need him. “Just as much as you’re mine.” The truth of his words mixed with another roll of his hips is all I need to explode. From one heartbeat to the next, my orgasm grips me, pulling me under the wave of sensation.

He’s shown me so many sides of himself. The survivalist and teacher. The carpenter and uncle. The dirty, dirty man capable of bringing me to a level of bliss I wasn’t even aware of and the laid back guy who wants to eat ice cream and cuddle on the couch.

This isn’t the Beckett I was infatuated with as a girl. This is Man Beckett, and he’s so much better.

No matter the truth, I was still put into the horribly humiliating situation of having “his wife” introduce herself to me in front of my entire family.

I don’t want to be that woman who believes every lie her man tells her. We’ve barely even dated, and this is already the second time I’ve suspected he was in another relationship.

He smacks a hand against his chest. “Me. I’m fixing it. Because the thought of some other man over here, working to make your house a safer place, makes my blood fucking boil.” He leans down, hands braced on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. “I don’t think you get it, not yet, but you’re mine, Smoky Darling. You’re mine to touch and spoil and keep safe. And while you’re letting that sink in, I’m gonna do what needs to be done. Because the only thing worse than thinking about some strange man fixing your rotten floorboards, is the thought of you being unsafe. I won’t fucking have it, Elouise.

Miss Hall has been surrounded by students since everyone gathered ‘round with their skewered hotdogs. It’s clear that even the kids who aren’t in her class like being around her, and since kids are good judges of character, I’m even more certain that she’s the good person I remember.

Good. Good,” He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops and rocks back on his heels. “I’m doing alright. Got a divorce last summer.” My mouth opens, then closes. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? “Oh, um, sorry to hear that,” I glance around, hoping for a rescue. “No need, it was for the best,” the smile hasn’t left his face and it’s making me feel all sorts of weird. “Okay, well…” I plaster on my best smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” My exit is awkward as fuck, but I’m not in the right head space right now to talk to some guy about his divorce.

Leggings are great, because when they’re made correctly, they can keep everything in place. I’ve never had a small stature, and my extra rounded curves need all the added control they can get. But pulling on skintight leggings when your body is still 20% damp is tantamount to being forced to watch your parent’s sex tape. Something no human should have to endure.

Beckett I expect her to argue. To resist this pull between us. But without a word she melts into my side. There’s no tenseness. No awkwardness. Just… comfort. Every moment with Elouise feels more and more like I’m home. And I feel like I should be surprised, but there’s just something about us that makes sense. Her body softens against me even more, and her breathing changes. And just like that, she’s asleep in my arms. I stare up at the ceiling of the tent, wondering what my next move should be. I didn’t really have a plan when I came back to Darling Lake last week. But now… fuck, now I can’t tell if I’m thinking with my brain or my dick. Am I just jumping to decisions about my future because I want to be buried into Elouise’s sweet little pussy?

Thanks for…” my words trail off when Beckett shifts back into a crouch and starts to undo his jeans. Sweet slutty camp dreams, is this really happening?! “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice up an octave. “I can’t sleep in jeans, Babe.” Babe?

When I woke up hard as hell in the early hours of the morning, I knew I had to extricate myself from the situation. Because if I didn’t, I’d be waking her up with my tongue between her thighs. And even though I’m reasonably sure she’d be okay with that; I didn’t want to push my luck.

I’m so on edge, I’m about to crawl out of my skin. I was so turned-on during dinner that I was tempted to push everything off the picnic table and lay myself out as a meal for Beckett.

He’s silent as he pulls his shirt off. The moisture leaves my mouth and heads straight to my core. This man… Christ. He’s built just like my Highlander fantasies. Tall, wide, muscles and thickness and… he’s undoing his jeans.

Beckett lowers onto his knees, leaning forward until he’s bracing his weight on his hands. “Are you gonna be quiet for me? Or do I need to leave?” Holy. Shit. “I’ll be quiet,” I whisper.

Not a single sound.” His lips brush against my cheek, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Not a single moan.” His breath feathers over my neck. “Not even the smallest groan.” His open mouth presses just below my ear. “Not a peep, Elouise.” Then, as if he can see in the dark, fingers suddenly grip one of my nipples.

Behave this time, or I’ll have to find another way to keep your mouth occupied.” More heat surges through me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on. This achy.

I’m not some little virgin anymore, Beckett.” The arm under my head bends and I’m hauled higher up against his chest. His hand grips the front of my neck. Not hard. But enough to show who’s in control. “Who took it?” he bites out. “What…” I try to turn my head back to look at him, but his grip tightens, keeping me in place. “Who took this sweet little cherry from me?

Now, Babe. Come for me now before I shove this dick down your throat.” I implode. Coming so hard bright spots of light dot my vision. “That’s it.” He doesn’t stop thrusting his hips against me. “That’s my girl. You liked that, didn’t you.” My whole body shudders.

So, my girl has the room at the end of hall, one down from Mr. Fucking Whistle.

This might feel like a first date, but you two already know each other. Think of it more like catching up.” I bite my lip. “I know. You’re right.” “And, I mean, he’s already petted your kitty. So…

Good. Because every night when I shut my eyes, I see you.” He leans in closer. “I see you, underneath me, with my cock buried in your throat.” That heat builds between my legs, flashing out into the rest of my body. “I see you writhing and moaning and swallowing me down.” I’m panting. I think I’m panting. “And I need to see that again. Only this time,” he tugs on my hands, bending me over the table towards him, “I’m going to do it with my cock sunk deep inside your pussy.

Turning to me, he holds it up, making a show of breaking the seal, “You’ve been a good girl. And that makes me very happy.

Just as my eyes start to close, a pinch on my nipple has them flying back open. “If you want to come, you’ll keep those pretty eyes open.

press in even closer, “I swear to you, that I’m telling you the truth. I’m an idiot. An asshole. A total piece of shit for letting it happen the way it did. But I promise that I’m not lying. I’m not married. Her and I are over. And if I wasn’t such a crap son, I would’ve told my mom everything. About Kira. About us.” She’s not saying anything, and I don’t know how to take it. “I’m so fucking sorry, Babe. I wasn’t trying to keep secrets from you, or keep you a secret from anyone else.

I don’t think you get it, not yet, but you’re mine, Smoky Darling. You’re mine to touch and spoil and keep safe. And while you’re letting that sink in, I’m gonna do what needs to be done. Because the only thing worse than thinking about some strange man fixing your rotten floorboards, is the thought of you being unsafe. I won’t fucking have it, Elouise. So don’t ask me to. The last time I saw you injured it nearly killed me.

Her eyes widen, “But you have-” My grip tightens, her warm flesh giving under the pressure, “So help me god, if you say something about money right now, I’m gonna spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.” A small moan vibrates against my fingers and my dick strains in response.

Elouise Hall is being kidnapped,” my heart shreds as the words pour out of my mouth.  My truck fishtails as I floor it out of the drop off zone. “I don’t know who-” I choke on the admission. I don’t know who has her. I don’t know who has my Smoky. My Darling.

Mona rushed through the shower and selected her best dress, a slinky black wraparound number that she ordered on a whim, online. She piled her hair into a messy up do and lined her eyes in black liner with grey eye shadow for a smoky effect. Berry lip stick, dangly silver earrings and a spritz of perfume completed the look. Just as she was slipping on a pair of strappy heels, her cell phone buzzed. It was her Aunt Bee calling. “Darling! The BOGO sale is a great success. Alana says you almost brought the Frugalicious server down!” “I did!” “Blackberry ginger jam is a knock out!” “Well, it may have been knocked off too.” “Whatdya mean?” Aunt Bee asked. “Lacey MacInroy got hold of my recipes, and I understand she’s preparing my jam for the As You Slice It gala reception tonight.” “Why that little rat!” Aunt Bee said. “Are you going to the reception?” Mona asked. “No way! Alexander has never honored, not one of the Coupon Clipper’s requests for a sale. Are you going?” Aunt Bee asked. “Yup. On my way now. Wish me luck,” and as Mona hung up, she heard Aunt Bee squeak out, “Luck with what?” Mona admired her reflection in the mirror and declared herself ready for action. Grabbing her car keys and purse, she nearly stumbled, racing down the front steps. Driving into town, she felt a feeling she had not experienced in a long time, bravery. This new-found liberation from caring about what anyone thought about her was freeing. She felt like her old self once more, that girl she used to be the

I know why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because I’m lonely. Because I want to have someone special in my life. Someone to care about me. And hug me. And maybe even touch my vagina. With their face.

I mean, who needs a cocktail when you can have ice cream.