25. Easton
25
EASTON
I’d done it—told Olive about my past.
Even after all this time and years of therapy, I still got that cold pit of shame in my stomach when I thought about it. I knew my mom abusing me wasn’t my fault, but sometimes I still felt like I must have done something to cause it.
I shook the dark thoughts from my mind as Olive pulled me into her home—what had been my home, for a short time at least. But I came to an abrupt stop when I saw that it was empty.
Completely empty.
The entire time I’d known this house, the living room had been filled with an eclectic assortment of comfortable couches and armchairs. Now, there was a single basket with a blanket in it next to a tired-looking lawn chair. There were no decorations on the walls. I caught the corner of something wooden in the kitchen.
I knew what it was—a small, beat-up table.
I knew because it was one of the few things we’d decided to leave in the house when the three of us packed up all of Carina and Fredrick’s furniture and put it in storage.
“I know it’s, well, kind of awful right now, but I’m going to fix it up,” Olive said, her scent growing bitter with embarrassment. “There must have been some mix-up because I was told it would come furnished, but it didn’t, and I haven’t had the mon—I mean, time—to buy stuff. But I will, promise.” Her tone grew more high-pitched and frantic as she spoke. She could obviously read the growing horror on my face and thought it was aimed at her when she wasn’t to blame.
We were the ones to blame. Lars, Finn, and me.
The stuff that had been in here belonged to Finn’s grandparents. We’d all decided to move it to storage until we bought a home and had more space for it. But Stanley and Carmen must have thought those things belonged to the lighthouse. I mean, fuck if I knew who it actually belonged to—Fredrik and Carina had lived here for about a million years, so maybe some of their things had come with the lighthouse.
My alpha was urging me to throw Olive over my shoulder and drive however long it took to find a 24/7 furniture store and fix this. Or I’d take her to my wood shop and fucking make her furniture tonight.
I also hadn’t missed that she’d been about to say she hadn’t had the money for furniture. Hmm. That would be tricky. How was I going to convince my Olive to let me furnish her house?
It took every therapy coping skill I’d ever learned to help me stay calm, shake out my shoulders, and turn to her with a smile. Fuck. She looked so tense and sad right now, all curled up on herself. I ran my hand down her arm. “I see you’re embracing minimalism. I watched a documentary about that once.”
Her startled eyes met mine. “How was it?”
“Couldn’t tell you. I fell asleep a few minutes in. Must be why Finn always yells at me for being messy. It’s not my fault he doesn’t pay attention to where he’s going. You leave your backpack at the top of the stairs one time and never hear the end of it.”
The corner of Olive’s lips twitched, and it eased the horrible sinking sensation in my stomach. “I might have to agree with Finn on that one. Bit of a tripping hazard.”
“Yeah, I figured that one out when he fell down the stairs.”
Olive blinked up at me before giving me a shove. “Easton! That’s terrible. ”
I shrugged. “He was fiiiine .” After wearing a brace on his wrist for a month, but I didn’t think Olive needed to hear that part of the story. I’d felt guilty as fuck and had been much more careful of where I put my things… mostly. “Shoes on or off?”
Her head tilted to the side.
“In the house,” I clarified. “Do you wear shoes inside?”
Olive swallowed hard and there was the slightest tremble in her lip. “You still want to come in?”
My heart thumped. I could bear a lot in the world, but seeing Olive sad or ashamed wasn’t one of them. I took her hand, interlacing her fingers with mine. “I’m a big, strong alpha. It takes more than a radical commitment to minimalism to scare me away.”
She ducked her head, but not before I saw her pleased expression. “Shoes off, please.”
“Lars will love that,” I said, toeing off my shoes as Olive did the same. “Those Swedes hate shoes in the house.”
“I think there might be some Swedish ancestry on my mom’s side,” she mused. Then she fell silent and was looking everywhere except at me.
If it were anyone else, I would think she wanted me to go, but I knew Olive. She was just feeling shy.
“Why don’t you show me around, baby?”
She nodded. “Right, yes. Although… you probably know the house better than I do.”
“Show me anyway.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
I followed Olive around the house. She scowled at each room, was flustered as she offered some tea (I declined) and a homemade cookie, Summer’s latest experiment (which I accepted). Finally, we were standing in front of a closed door. “This is where I sleep.” She was staring at the door, anxiety radiating off her, and I’d had enough. I picked her up in my arms so her front was pressed against my chest.
“Olive, baby, if you’re not comfortable inviting me in, that is absolutely fine. We can go to my house or”—and I spoke these words through gritted teeth—“end the night here.”
A startled laugh burst from Olive, and it was the best fucking sound .
“You sound so angry at the idea of ending the night.”
“Yeah, well, I’m greedy with you. I want all your time—every single second of it.”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “My stalker.”
“Yours, baby.”
She clutched one arm around my neck before leaning to the side and opening the door with another.
“Want to come into my nest, alpha?”
“Fuck yes, sunshine.”
I turned on the floor lamp, and it cast a glow across Olive’s nest. It was precious—a mattress on the floor layered with colorful blankets and, to my absolute thrill, a couple sweaters I recognized as mine and Lars’s.
“I love your nest, baby.” I pressed hot kisses down the side of her face and neck. “It’s so perfect. You’re perfect.”
I lowered us down to the mattress.
“Oh wait?—”
I let out a strangled, surprised noise as the bed moved violently below us.
“It’s an air mattress,” she finished.
I let out a burst of laughter as I hit the edge and tumbled to the floor.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said, her hands trying to pull me back onto the bed.
I rolled both of us to the center to avoid falling off again. “We might need to upgrade the mattress, sunshine. Not sure air mattresses are rated for this much sexiness.”
“Yeah… it’s amazing it’s held me this long,” she said.
It took me a minute to process her words, but then I started laughing harder. I tugged at her sweater, pushing it above her breasts. She was wearing a black lacy bra and I groaned, capturing her nipple with my lips. She let out a little moan, and I sucked the opposite one. “I need to see you, baby. All of you. ”
I stripped off her sweater. While I took my shirt off, hands shaking as I worked on the buttons, she got her bra and skirt off. Then she was lying there naked except for those fishnet stockings and a tiny thong. She covered her stomach a bit as if feeling self-conscious, and I pushed them aside, kissing a line down her soft stomach. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I love all of you.” I ran my hands down her legs, squeezing hard. “Including these fucking tights. God, can’t get enough.”
I spread her legs wide, savoring how her breath caught, and ran my nose up her slit. “I fucking hate your deodorant. I want your scent on me all the time. I want you to come over and roll around on all my clothes. I want to start every day with the taste of your sweet pussy on my lips.”
She choked out a laugh. “Oh my god, Easton. You’re ridiculous.”
But her fingers twisted in my hair, keeping me in place.
As if I would pull away.
I licked the slick off her inner thighs, groaning at her sweetness. I needed more. I tugged her g-string out of the way and licked her sweet pussy with a groan. I would get her completely naked soon, but I wanted this memory burned in her mind so she would think about it every time she put on these tights. I licked and sucked, getting lost in the taste of her.
Olive let out a shriek. “Right there, right there, fuck, Easton .”
“That’s right, baby, give it all to me. What a good girl.”
I pressed two fingers inside her, her wet heat sucking me in. I was seconds away from humping this horrible air mattress to get relief for my rock-hard cock.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and that did it. Olive fell apart with a loud cry, and I licked up the slick that gushed from her as she shook and whimpered.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
I grinned and moved up her body so I could hold her in my arms. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She nuzzled into my neck, scent-marking me, and I kissed her forehead.
“I love forehead kisses,” she murmured, clutching at me tighter and perfuming when I gave her another kiss on her cheek and forehead.
“Mmm, I’ve never had one,” I mused. “But you can have as many as you want.”
Olive shifted so she could cup my face. “You’ve never had a forehead kiss? You need forehead kisses, too.” She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and tugged me down so she could press a gentle kiss to my forehead.
A warmth spread inside me at the gentleness of it. How special it made me feel.
“Thank you, baby.” My chest felt tight with all the love I had for her. I wanted to tell her… but would it be too much for my skittish Olive? Instead, I poured all my love for her into a kiss. My hands cradled her face as the kiss deepened. I carefully rolled us so I was on top of her, the mattress shifting precariously under us.
“What are the odds we break this?”
“I don’t know, alpha. Do you have plans for more rigorous activity?”
“Mmm, so rigorous.” I pulled back slightly. “You want that, baby?”
“I want to feel all of you.”
We engaged in a clumsy dance to strip off the rest of our clothes, and then I was back on top of her.
“I love how you feel against me,” she said. I groaned as her fingers surrounded my cock and squeezed. “I need you inside me.”
She moved me to her entrance and I pressed inside. I tried to keep it slow in case she needed to adjust, but then her legs were wrapped around me, and she pulled me in all the way. I swore as the heat of her surrounded me, and I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from coming.
Olive giggled. “You okay, there?”
I opened my eyes and saw my omega’s amused expression. “Just trying not to embarrass myself,” I choked out.
She ran her fingers through my hair again. “You won’t, Easton. You’ve already made me feel so good, and now I need you to move.”
I wasn’t about to make her beg. I pulled out almost all the way and then thrust inside her, hard. I wanted to record the little noises she made so I could listen to them all day long.
I hitched her thigh up to give me more access as my knot started to swell. I ground forward so my knot hit her clit with every thrust.
“ Ohmygod I’m going to come again,” Olive cried out.
She came with another thrust and I couldn’t hold off anymore. With another big thrust, I pressed my knot all the way inside her. I buried my face in her hair as the strongest orgasm I’d ever felt washed over me, stealing my words, stealing my breath. My whole world narrowed down to her , my Olive.
Her arms and legs were still wrapped around me when I finally came back to earth.
“Am I crushing you?” I croaked.
She wiggled beneath me. “Maybe a little.”
“Hold on tight.” I palmed her ass, keeping her pressed to me as I rolled us over so she was on top. She cried out at the movement, her pussy clamping down tight.
“Did you just come again?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I think I did.”
I jiggled her, savoring her soft giggle, and pressed my smile to the side of her face. “You’re amazing.”
“You are.” She traced her fingers down my chest. “Thanks for seeing me, Easton. For not letting me push you away.”
My heart squeezed at her words. I knew she couldn’t move—she was stuck to me until my knot went down—but I still clutched her to my chest, one arm banding around her back and my other hand cupping her inner thigh.
“This is it, Olive. You gave me a chase, but I caught you. I hope you don’t think I’m going to let you go.”
She didn’t respond and I thought she’d fallen asleep, but then her words came, so quiet and vulnerable they made my heart ache. “I hope you don’t.”