Chapter 16 #2
My smile digs into his ego. Love that for me.
“We’re friends, right? Just like you said?”
“We are,” I agree. “Just two friends having some harmless fun together. Naked, of course.”
“And after all this is over?” he questions with a blank face.
“We leave it in Yellowstone and move on with our lives. If you’re capable of doing that. I’ve been told I’m hard to forget once my men have a taste.” I’m totally messing with him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I want Easton to break, and goddamn it, let me be the lucky woman to catch him.
He nods his head repeatedly in a way that has my heart rate scaling and my insides tingling. He’s contemplating his next move, and I’m anticipating the fallout.
Please fall on me.
We’ve been tiptoeing around each other the past few days, and this girl is thirsty for some blue-collar cock.
“I think you may have the wrong impression of me, lost girl,” Easton murmurs closely, his voice laced with steadiness.
It’s when the thick sweatshirt coating his body rises over his chest that I inwardly gasp, my body remaining eerily still.
“I’d hate to ever be a man misconceived for something I’m not.
So, let’s make a few things clear. Shall we? ”
It’s happening.
I gulp. “Go for it.” My eyes refuse to make contact with him. I can’t. Not when the buckle to his belt falls loose as he slips the strap free from his jeans.
I can’t pull my eyes away.
“I’m fucked in the head. I won’t lie about that,” Easton tells me, commanding the entire forest with his sultry voice. He lifts his white undershirt next, revealing the most tan and taut muscles I’ve ever seen, not at all fazed by the sharp chill in the air.
He’s methodical with his steps—his teasing.
“But there’s something you’re missing. Something even a woman as smart as you can miss.
” I wait for it. But I show no sign of impatience, appreciating the artwork of Easton’s two tattoo sleeves, continuing to his chest and neck.
Black and gray, with so much detail, I’d have to examine them closely to tell what they are.
He’s covered in art.
“And what’s that?” I lift my eyes to his, but they lower again the second his hands reach for the button of his formfitting jeans. Might as well keep ’em here at the rate he’s abandoning clothing.
I’m unashamed of my carnality, taking pride in being the woman fortunate enough to get a striptease from Easton Voss.
“I’m a good fucking time,” he declares. And what a declaration it is. “And I think it’s time I start acting like it. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Please do,” I nearly shout. I don’t know what’s happening right now and what made him change his mind, but I’m not stupid enough to question it.
Surprising me even more, Easton grins. The most cynical, yet charming grin I’ve ever witnessed, and it’s directed at me. White teeth and full lips, pointed at the woman who was once a stranger, yet nothing about us feels foreign anymore.
To me, we’re authentic.
Like real friends. Or whatever we’re about to become for the rest of the trip. At least, I hope that’s where this is headed.
Because I’m all in. In there like swimwear, baby.
Before releasing his jeans, Easton removes his boots and socks. Again, I don’t notice a single shiver from the cold. He’s borderline robotic with restraint. It makes me wonder what he’s thinking in that tightly guarded brain full of secrets.
I bet he’s steady with those big hands, too.
Is this his way of telling me he’s all in? That he’s down to have fun with me? Even if we both know it may come back to screw us in the end? We won’t exactly be focusing on the purpose of coming here to begin with.
But being with him sounds better.
“Eyes on me, Collie. You asked for this. There’s no going back now.”
I shake my head feverishly. He couldn’t drag me away if he tried. “I don’t want to go back. I meant what I said. I want you.”
“Then watch what you do to me.”
There’s no way this is really happening. My question is confirmed because it is, in fact, happening. In mere seconds, Easton’s pants and boxers are gone, revealing him naked, engorged cock curved toward his stomach.
“Hell to the yes,” I groan, mesmerized by how big he is.
Not just the magnitude of his length, but his overall frame.
Easton is built like a titan. Thick thighs corded with tight muscle.
Chest and abs nearly the same width, while his tattooed, sculpted arms serve as a reminder of his dedicated career.
Dirt road dollars. Blue collar and steel made. Literally.
Easton doesn’t seem to mind my staring. In fact, he continues with his torture and grips his girth, shocking me to my horny little core. “Oh god,” I mumble, but it sounds like a moan.
He chuckles, Adam’s apple reminding me of its presence.
“I’ve been holding myself back.” He strokes himself, and I have to fight the urge to slap his hand away so I can do it myself.
“But you’re a persistent little tease. Tempting me with something as simple as your touch.
” Another stroke and his head reclines back, eyes falling closed for a moment.
My core throbs, desperate to be touched by him. Fondled the same way he works his cock.
“I came here to do better. To be better. But I’m convinced doing that might just be with you.”
“Yes. Yes. Do better with me, Easton.” I’m desperate.
Easton steps closer, crowding my space like he belongs there. He does. I’ve never been shy about what I want, but for the first time in my life, I’m afraid to say or do something that might ruin this.
I’m confident I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Easton.
It may only be physical, but I’m okay with that.
It’s when he stops directly in front of me that I look down. A strangled moan seeps from my lips at the feel of his tip gliding across the seam of my jacket, reminding me I’m fully clothed.
Goddamn it.
“It’s been nearly a year since I’ve touched a woman the way I plan to touch you, Collie. Do you understand that?”
That answers my question about him and Sydney still sleeping together.
This is the best day of my life. I knew being a decent person would pay off someday.
“Not really. But I’ll save the questions for another day.” I smile, and even that feels like work right now. I’m a millisecond away from dropping to my knees and shoving his cock down my throat.
With one hand steadily stroking himself, the other tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, thumb ghosting my cheek on the way down. “It means I’ve got some making up to do, baby. I need to know you can handle it because once I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
Hallelujah.
Without asking permission, I run the palm of my hand up the plane of Easton’s chest, appreciating the glimmer of unease he shows me.
Not rejection, but acceptance. Like one touch from me, and everything he’s worked hard to build begins to disintegrate.
His lids fall shut as goosebumps flush across his skin.
He has to be freezing and not at all worried about anyone else spotting us out here—him naked in the cold handling himself.
“Permission to use you, Ranger?”
He nods slowly. “You fucking better.”
I still have so much to learn about him and what makes him so…unreachable. But Easton’s giving me this, and I plan to make it worth our while.
“Then you better get in that hot spring before you freeze. I’d rather not have a frozen cock in my mouth.” With that, I tap his ass cheeks and say, “Chop. Chop. It’s my turn to strip.”