Chapter 36 Collie
COLLIE
Best night of my life.
Although I hardly have time to process what’s happening before I’m in position. I stripped off my lingerie set, knowing Easton would want me naked, and I refuse to play this out any longer.
I hear his heavy footsteps heading toward the bedroom of the hotel room, the leisurely unclasping of his belt buckle, and the sliding off of his jeans.
He’s methodical. And also a tease. But I love it.
I love that he knows what I want without having to ask. But I tell him anyway, and he appreciates me for it.
“Filthy fucking girl.” His voice is distant, but I feel the depth of his tone as if he were bone deep. My head turns against the soft white sheets, finding him perched against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed.
From the outside looking in, he’s got nothing but time.
One thing, however, catches my attention. A message in a bottle. It looks slightly bigger than the ones I collect, but the same, nonetheless.
I need answers, handsome.
He twirls the bottle between the tips of his fingers like a fidget. “Found this at the Timber Heights gift shop, out of all places.” His steps lead him closer as he continues. “I see you everywhere, lost girl. Figured we could add it to your collection. It’s even got little seashells in it.”
“So, I’ve got you collecting now?” I sigh, impatiently waiting for him to place the bottle in a rightful place and come entertain me.
Well, my vagina, to be specific.
“If it has to do with you, then yes. I’ll collect every last one of them if it makes you happy. Do you trust me, Collie?”
“You know I do,” I murmur, despite being upside down.
Easton walks to stand behind me. He’s in no rush, while I feel like I could come again just by looking at him. He’s naked from head to toe. Powerful lean muscles at attention. In fact, he looks even stronger than before, if possible. Like he’s put in extra work in the gym.
That would make two of us.
His tattoos I love so much give his tan skin the most complex contrast. Makes me want to get more than just a tiny lightning bolt for myself.
I’ve learned to appreciate that kind of art.
“Good.” Without warning, his hands meet my thighs, and I’m yanked backward, putting my ass in direct line with his chest. Easton’s palm meets the top of my shoulder blades, his hand running down the length of my spine and stopping at the exact placement of my tattoo.
“This makes me dangerously happy.” A soft kiss covers it, and my insides melt at the kindness behind it.
“Good. I want more now.”
“We’ll go together,” he tells me, humor knotted in his gravelly voice. The palm that was just on my back finds its rightful place on my ass, the other joining it. “But first, I get to take this ass, Collie.”
“Please.” I love it there.
I feel the tip of my dildo ghost the flesh of my thigh, making its way up my side.
There’s a chill to the silicone, mixed with the heat coursing through my body.
“I hoped you’d say that. So, then tell me.
Has another man ever been inside you here?
” My body spasms at the feel of his thumb running down the length of my crack, just lightly caressing the puckered hole.
“Yes,” I bite out on a whimper.
A tsk leaves his lips. I can feel the irritation behind it from my place on the bed.
“Hmm,” his lustful voice wavers. “You’re lucky I’m secure in what we have.
But sharing you here just won’t cut it for me.
I need to be the last man standing. Always.
Forever when it comes to you. You understand that, right, beautiful? ”
If this is what Easton Voss is like when he’s all in, I’d marry the man today.
“You’re all that I want, Easton. Stop teasing me and fuck me there. I think we’ve established that I have no limits when it comes to us.”
I just need him inside me. I don’t care how or where.
“Just what I was hoping to hear. Now, hang tight.” He steps away for a moment, only to announce his place with the sound of a cap opening.
One palm meets my ass cheek, opening me up to him from behind, while cold liquid glides down my hole with ease.
The sensation seeps through the lips of my pussy, and I can’t contain the choked wail I let out.
“Oh my god,” I cry as what I’m assuming to be the dildo meets the lips of my pussy and slips up the wetness of my center.
“If you wanted to play, Collie, all you had to do was ask. I knew right when I saw this, I’d have the time of my life stuffing your tight cunt full. Think you can handle it, baby?”
I trust him.
“A fat dildo in my pussy and blue-collar cock in my ass on a Friday night wasn’t exactly how I envisioned leaving this earth, but what a way to go.”
Teasing me, he just barely slips it inside, and I feel my body threaten to tense up at the feel of Easton’s thumb entering my rear hole. “Relax for me. I know it’s hard, but I want this to feel good for you.”
“Okay. I will,” I mumble, working through slow breaths until I feel the dildo bottom out.
“Doing okay?” he asks me, gliding the toy in and out slowly as he works on preparing my backside.
I nod, letting the fullness overtake my uncertainty. “It feels good. Keep going.”
“You look so perfect, Collie. Your trust means everything to me.”
More lube crests my hole, and at this point, I’m panting. The moment Easton’s cock replaces his thumb in my ass, stars threaten to overtake my vision completely, my body lurching forward with pleasure. He inches his cock in farther, instructing my dominant hand to pleasure myself with the dildo.
“Rotate it softly. Tease yourself while I fill this ass up.”
He inches his way inside me, and I have to verbally talk myself out of coming. “I’m so full, East. You’re filling me so good.”
The moment his cock bottoms out, a carnal growl echoes in the confines of the room. “Fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk. I need to move.”
I nod feverishly, my movement picking up speed inside my pussy. “Please. I need…”
“Shhh,” he whispers against the slickness of my back. The combination of sweat, heat, and arousal makes for a criminally erotic sensation. “I know what you need. Just let go and feel, baby. Feel what you do to me. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
Our thrusts meet in unison, and I sense the moment he’s about to explode, growls jolting from his lips with urgency. “Collie. Baby. I’m coming. I…I…I fucking lo—”
My hips roll, the channels of my core clenching onto the overwhelming feeling.
Oh, god. Oh, god. I can’t respond to his almost proclamation when the thought of hearing those three words alone has my orgasm at the cusp of zipping through me.
His body falls against my back, wasting no time in taking over the driving of the dildo inside of me.
His cock is buried to the hilt. The toy fills me completely. And all it takes is the rubbing of my clit with his other hand to send me spiraling. “Fuck my pussy, Easton. Don’t stop. I’m coming. Yesss.”
“Take it, Collie. Take everything I am and make it yours.”
Nothing perfect in this world could measure up to what Easton has begun to mean to me. He’s the farthest thing from perfect, and I think that’s what makes us so right for each other.
Because in the stillness of moments like this, where the world is nothing but an outside thought, our connection is the only thing to exist. It’s the only thing that matters.
Isn’t that what life is meant to feel like? Heartfelt moments that make us forget just how twisted our population is. They serve as an escape from imprisonment and provide hope. Hope within a person who loves us like an equal. Because there’s no limit on love when it’s authentic.
I’d like to think that’s the goal.
A goal I’m confident I’ve reached, despite spending years running from it.
“I love you, Easton,” I whisper against the mattress, my body falling limp.
He pulls his cock free, easing the dildo out gently, and flips me to my back with gentleness.
Much different than the rough fucking we just experienced.
He steadies himself above me, whiskey eyes melting with mine, and for the first time in my life, I experience what it feels like to be genuinely loved in return.
Without contingencies. Without expectations. But an agape love.
Agape.
Not the biblical kind. But the selfless kind of love given without cost from an imperfect person. That’s what Easton and I are—two imperfect people who somehow found a way to stumble upon the person who understands them.
“I love you back doesn’t feel adequate enough. My love for you surpasses that, Collie. It’s a love I was never convinced I’d get to experience firsthand. Turns out, it’s even better than I hoped.”
“Can I ask you something?” Easton tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and lies at my side. Tucking me into his arm, he holds me close and whispers, “Of course.”
“What makes you so sure that you love me?” I hope my question doesn’t offend him. He’s just been through so much, and it’s important to me he knows for sure.
I’d never survive being a mistake.
His heavy exhale says more than words ever could. But it’s not a negative thing. I know he’s reflecting on his life. “Do you remember in Ben’s letter when he said to meet a woman who gets me and brings out the best in me?”
“I remember,” I whisper into the quiet of the night.
“I realize that’s been you all this time, Collie. In fact, the same day you called and invited me to Capri’s wedding was the day my parents basically told me I should shoot my shot with you. I knew I cared deeply for you, but once again, they saw what I was afraid to.”
I smile at him. “I think that means you’ve got some pretty incredible parents, Ranger.”
“I’m very fortunate,” he tells me humbly. “When did you know?”
“Today.” He chuckles, clearly wanting to know more.
“I mean, I obviously care about you more than I ever have about anyone, but I’m my own worst enemy.
I overthink everything. Pretty sure I once heard a woman’s voice in the background when we were on the phone together and I panicked inside.
I knew it was probably Sydney and totally harmless, but it was the first time my defenses were up in regard to my feelings, and it freaked me out. ”
“I think I remember that,” Easton murmurs.
“You rushed off the phone before I could explain. I knew it upset you and that’s why I sent the five pounds of Gushers in the mail the next day.
I’m sorry if I worried you. Sydney is harmless, and in fact, she insists on meeting you. Told her I had to lock you down first.”
“I’d like that. And not gonna lie, the Gushers made up for it.” I nuzzle into his comfort as my voice closes in. “Tonight, I sat back and watched my sister celebrate her marriage with Jones and I had an epiphany.”
“You did?” he questions, intrigued to hear more. “And what was that, baby?”
“I’m the older sister. The one Capri should have spent her life looking up to, except I realize it’s always been me who looks up to her.
Capri loves with her whole heart and soul, while I’ve always encouraged her to be herself, yet I restrict myself from love.
Watching them smile, kiss, gaze at each other like there’s no one else in this world that sees them like they do …
it made me think of you, Easton. I’ve never experienced that before.
For once, I didn’t feel envious of what my sister had because I had it, too.
I found the same love she did, and I’d be foolish not to acknowledge it for what it truly is.
I get the guy, too. I get the love story and I needed you to know how I felt. ”
“We both deserve this, Collie. It’s been a long time coming, but worth the work to get here.”
“It led me to you,” I whisper, my eyes falling closed.
“Every obstacle was worth it to be right here. With you in my arms, my heart in your hands.”
And I’m not sure I could ask for anything more…