16. Chapter 16
As soon as I saw Easton standing in line for his tea and cinnamon roll, my heartbeat jumped to dangerous levels.
It was hard to focus on other orders while watching him and taking in his beauty.
His dark blond hair didn’t have a strand out of place, and he wore a navy-blue suit with a crisp white button-up, paired with a pale blue tie.
God, he was so handsome.
And he was all mine.
It was still hard to believe.
As I took a customer’s order, I also prepared Easton’s.
When he finally stepped up to the counter, my smile was so broad it hurt.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello, Thomas.”
“I missed you. Did you have a good trip?”
“It was productive. I’m eager to have you again.”
My face bloomed with heat. “Your order is on the way.”
“Thank you.”
He opened his wallet to pull out his credit card, but I held out my hand to stop him. “It’s on me.”
“I can pay.”
I chuckled. “Clearly. While I don’t have much to offer, I want to treat you.”
He put his wallet in his front pocket. “Thank you.”
Easton sat at one of the small tables to wait for his drink and treat, as I took the rest of the orders. It was too busy to take his order to him, but once it died down, I took a break and sat at his table.
“You don’t have to work here anymore,” he said.
“But I do. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, Superman, but the money won’t last forever. Besides, what if you break up with me?” I shuddered at the thought. The very idea sent me into a near panic. I also had to be realistic, despite my love and obsession with Easton.
“Why would I break up with you?”
I shrugged. “There are lots of reasons, but I think I’d die if you did.”
Was that too much pressure? Probably. But I wanted to be as honest with him as he was with me.
He took a sip of his tea and then a bite of his roll. After wiping his mouth, he stood and adjusted his tie. “Let me show you how much you belong to me. In the bathroom. Now. ”
“A-aren’t you going to finish your drink?”
“I’d rather have you.”
I stared up at him with such longing, love, and adoration. Easton was my perfect soulmate.
“Oh, naughty,” I said quietly.
If I got caught, I’d probably be fired, but this was my break, right? I had time. Just as long as we were careful.
I followed Easton into one of the two single bathrooms we had. Once I stepped in behind him, he flipped the lock.
Desperate with need for him, I jumped, and he caught me, but then winced and hissed before he set me back onto my feet.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I injured my arm on the trip.”
“Oh god… how? What happened?”
“It’s nothing, Thomas.”
“Are you sure?” When I reached for his shoulder, he grasped my wrist.
“I’m fine.”
He let go and pulled me back to him, and I peppered his face with kisses.
“I missed you,” I said again. “So much.”
My mouth landed on his, and I devoured his lips and tongue, tasting of cinnamon and chai mixed with his gentle cologne. His taste was as sweet as he was.
He suddenly spun me around to face the tiled wall, making me dizzy for a moment.
“I need you,” he growled in my ear.
“Yes…”
“Hands against the wall. ”
I did as I was told as he reached around my front to undo my chinos. My cock was already achingly hard for him. He was so sexy and hot.
“I haven’t prepped.”
Easton tugged down my pants and underwear around my thighs and kicked my legs apart. “It doesn’t matter. Now, don’t move.”
I craned my head to look back at him, watching him pour oil into his hand, his pants and underwear already around his ankles, his cock as hard as mine.
He slicked his length, wiped his hands on some paper towels, and gripped my hips, his thumbs spreading my cheeks.
“Bend forward.”
I slid down and stuck my ass out for him. It was going to sting, but I’d adjust. I loved how he was so desperate for me that we had to do it right then and there.
He made me feel so wanted. Any fears he’d leave me disappeared as soon as he pressed the tip of his cock into my hole, eased it in, and slammed home.
My back arched, and I bore down, allowing me to adapt faster, but I had to bite back the pain with a stifled groan. I loved the way he filled me up and stretched me. Each time we had sex, he made me his a little more.
Easton wrapped one hand around my stomach and pressed his body against my back. His face was against my throat, and his cinnamon breath ghosted my skin.
“I missed this… you.” My stomach danced happily at his words. “You are always ready and eager for me,” he continued.
“Always. You will always have me any way you want. ”
He growled in my ear, sending a shiver down my body.
As he pumped harder and faster, my whimpers and grunts slipped out. I must have been too loud because he lifted me and pressed his hand over my mouth.
“While I enjoy your sounds, we need to be quiet.”
I nodded and let him have his way with me. The position was awkward, but Easton seemed to have no trouble thrusting. His grip on me was tight, and I felt helpless against his power, but I also felt protected. I loved him doing whatever he wanted to me. To completely own me.
I belonged to Easton forever.
His hand moved from my mouth to my throat, and he gripped it. My head fell back onto his shoulder, my body limp except for my heavy cock bouncing and in desperate need of attention. I was his puppet.
Despite being the one inside me, he was more under control, barely making a sound other than his breathing. It showed how amazingly disciplined he was.
Suddenly, his body froze, and hot cum filled my ass, marking me. I love how I felt claimed when he came inside me. Like he was marking his territory, keeping all other men away from me.
When Easton pulled out, my ass tried to cling to him, needing to keep him inside me for longer. He slipped his fingers between my crease and ran them along my sloppy hole, swirling the cum spilling out of me.
“I like this,” he rasped.
“Me, too… so much.”
He reached for some paper towels and cleaned me up. “Do you need to come?”
“Ah, yeah… just a little.”
He tossed the paper towels into the garbage and pressed his body against mine again, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I want to watch you come for me. Stroke yourself.”
I quickly grabbed my dick and pumped fast and hard, not only because I was desperate, but I had to get back to work soon.
Easton’s finger landed back at my hole, and he slipped one inside me. I was tender there, but it also enhanced the moment.
“When you come, catch it in your hand.”
I nodded against him, getting lost in the arousing pressure and his finger thrusting in and out of me.
He nipped my ear. “Hurry.”
“I’m… trying.”
It was so close, judging by the tingling and pressure.
I threw my head back more and my back arched as the first spurt shot into my hand. My cock pulsed and pumped until I had nothing left to give.
Easton suddenly snatched my hand, brought it to his face, and licked my palm.
My eyes went wide. He looked so primal. “H-hoo… Oh, god… You’re so hot and feral.”
He gripped my hair, tugged my hair back, and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself, mingled with his cinnamon flavor.
Easton was more aggressive this time, and I thrived on his attention.
It showed his desperation for me and how much he missed me.
I’d never felt more loved and needed. This was one of Easton’s love languages, along with taking care of me.
He’d probably never say the words, but I felt them all the same .
When he pulled away and I gasped for air, he pressed his nose to my throat.
“Mine,” he said, his body pressed tightly against my back. “Always mine.”
My eyes watered for some reason. Maybe because of the way he told me he loved me.
A tear slipped out and trailed down my cheek.
“Why are you crying?” He didn’t ask the words out of cruelty. He sounded more curious than anything.
“I don’t know. I feel… loved by you. Needed.”
“Do you?”
I nodded and shut my eyes. “Yes.”
“Good. I thought you were sad.”
I breathed a laugh and wiped my eyes. “Not sad… so happy.”
Easton gripped my shoulders and turned me to face him before pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, so different from earlier. And that right there really showed how much he cared about me.
“You need to get back to work,” he said.
I smiled sleepily and nodded. “You’ve made my entire day.”
“I need to go now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night after your classes. We’ll have dinner and I want you again.”
“Okay… Yes. Definitely. Bye. Love you.”
With one more quick kiss, he was gone, leaving me utterly breathless and in love more than I already was.
After quickly cleaning up, I headed back to work with a minute to spare for the end of my break.
Dinner was quiet. No one talked to each other anymore.
Annie was sullen, picking at her food. Dad was scrolling on his phone, drinking a beer, and I was lost in thoughts about Easton.
My boyfriend. He was the only one who was keeping me going.
This wreck of a family would’ve sent me over the edge of insanity, were it not for Easton.
He made everything I had to deal with worth it.
There was a sudden knock on the door, which had us all alert.
“I’ll get it,” I said.
I looked out the peephole to see who it was. You couldn’t be too careful, but I hoped it was Easton surprising me again.
Instead, there was a man on the porch who looked out of place in his elegant suit and neatly cropped hair, glancing around him nervously.
I opened the door, keeping the chain on. “Yes?”
“Uhm, I’m not sure if this is the right address, but I’m looking for Thomas Lauder.”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Oh, right. Well, then… I’m supposed to deliver these to you.”
He lifted several bags that came from different stores. Some were plastic, and others were paper, but there were a lot of them.
“What are they?”
“Clothes. They’re from a Mr. Easton Virgil. I was to shop and deliver them to you personally.”
“Hang on.”
I closed the door, slid the chain off, and opened the door fully.
My heart hammered at Easton’s constant generosity.
He didn’t have to buy me anything, but the fact he ignored my protests and did these things for me anyway showed his love for me.
I didn’t care what anyone said about him. Easton loved me—end of story.
“You can set them here on the floor.”
The man put the bags on the old, scarred hardwood floor and smiled politely. Then he handed me an envelope, which I took. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked.
“Ah, no. Do I… need to tip you or anything? Do you even take tips?”
“No, sir. All my expenses have been taken care of.”
“Well, thanks.”
He gave me a curt bow. “Good evening.”
Then he was gone, rushing back to his car, no doubt.
“Who was that?” Annie asked, coming up behind me.
I shrugged. “Some dude dropping some purchases off from Easton.”
I opened the envelope and pulled out a white note card as Annie went through the bags.
You need new clothes.
XO
Easton
I snorted a laugh and shook my head as I traced a finger over the X and O . Even his notes said as little as he did.
“Wow, this bag is from Nordstrom . That store is super expensive. Hell, all these bags are from expensive stores. Easton sure does love to spend money on you.”
“It’s his love language.”
“Apparently. I want a boyfriend like that. ”
“You’re only fifteen. Any boyfriend you find will be lucky to have fifty bucks from mowing lawns.”
“Ugh, truth.”
“Money isn’t everything, Annie Boo.”
“Sure, you can say that when you have a rich boyfriend.”
“I would love Easton just as much, even if he were poor. He’ll always protect me and be honest with me. Those things don’t cost money, but are priceless.”
Dad soon came out and inspected the bags with Annie. “Do you think he could lend us some money?”
And there went his class and manners. Jesus.
My body tensed, my good mood instantly gone. “No, Dad. We aren’t going to ask him to take care of us.” Even though that was exactly what Easton was doing. “Get a job and stop gambling, then we won’t have to worry about money.”
He shuffled back to the living room, beer in hand, saying nothing. So, I huffed and grabbed the bags to bring up to my room. Once I closed my bedroom door, I quickly texted Easton.
Me: You are the sweetest thing ever!
He responded immediately.
Superman: I’m glad you like them. Your clothes are looking threadbare.
Me: You’re so thoughtful. But this is a reminder that you don’t have to spend all your money on me.
Superman: I’ve barely made a dent in my money, so I’m not spending it all on you.
I laughed and rolled my eyes at his pedantry. That was so typical Easton, and what I also loved about him. He was so literal about everything.
Me: I love you. Goodnight.
Superman: Goodnight, Thomas.