He nodded. “Delta, and … something else.”

That reminded me briefly of what Katelyn had said in the bathroom, but I decided not to push. I would just trust and accept that if he needed me to know, he would tell me.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. I sank into him, only slightly awkward trying to lean across the car. “Never again will you have a birthday that is not a big deal. You deserve so much fucking better than that, Riles.”

Before I could reply, he tightened his hold and somehow yanked me out of my seat and onto his lap without completely smashing my head on the roof. I groaned, immediately pressing my aching body against his.

“Now this is the sort of special surprise I like on my birthday,” I murmured, breathless.

Beck was too tall for us to easily, or comfortably, fuck in his car, but I could tell by the look on his face, that something as insignificant as “no room to move” was not going to deter him. My panties were pushed aside, and his fingers moved inside me in the same instant. I rode them until my body burned and Beck’s lap was wet from me.

Under his pants, there was no underwear barrier, and I wiggled up so I could let his cock free, my eyes greedily devouring the thick length. Sliding down on it, we both groaned, and my head fell back as his fingers bit into my hips, moving me. I started out somewhat graceful, but by the end I was just smashing myself against him, needing more. Needing it to be harder than ever. There was probably going to be a Riley sized dent in the roof from my head, but we were both too far gone to care about that.

“Beck, fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck me harder.”

The look on his face, it was almost my undoing, as an orgasm screamed toward me. He shifted down farther in the seat, which moved our positions and allowed him to hold me up slightly, so that he was now the one slamming up into me. I was immobile, unable to do anything but hold on to him with one hand and the roof with the other.

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.”