29. Chapter 29
I was grateful Sid convinced Easton to open up to me. After talking with both men, I felt like I had a fuller, clearer picture of Easton. Everything clicked into place, nice and neat. I understood him, and that would help make it easier to navigate through our future together.
Even with who he was, I still worshiped him. He would always be there. He involved his entire family to save me. Now that things were clear, any residual fear dissipated. He truly was my Superman. A dark Superman, perhaps, but no less my hero.
“Speaking of flaws, we need to deal with your father,” Easton said, wrapping his arms around me finally, but he was still stimming his fingers on my back .
“If you say we need to kill him, that’s out of the question.” God, I couldn’t believe I just said that, and that it was even on the table as part of a discussion.
“He needs to be dealt with. It’s his fault you and Annie almost died.”
“And he will.”
“You haven’t done anything, and see where that landed you.”
“He needs help, East, not death. I’ve already talked to Annie about all this. But I want him to get help. This is something I’m firm on. It probably won’t repair us or our relationship. I’m not sure I can forgive him. But I don’t want him to die either.”
“What if I hurt him a little? He’ll stop for sure.”
I smacked his hard chest with both of my hands.
“No hurting, maiming, breaking fingers, cutting… God, I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.
Look, I haven’t seen him or talked to him since all this happened.
I’m sure he’s terrified for us. He does love us.
I know it. Those Russian people intentionally pushed his addiction.
They told me so. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’s already seeking help on his own now. ”
“Or he’s even more addicted than before, since he has no idea how to cope,” he insisted.
“That’s a possibility, too.”
“I can threaten him to get help.”
I couldn’t help but smile and huff a laugh at the strange discussion. “That might actually work. But before you start getting all predator on him, I would like to try first.”
“Fine, but only for you.”
“Aww, I love you, too. ”
I leaned forward and kissed his lips that I’d been missing. That kiss when I let him in earlier was everything. It was hungry and told me he was angry and had missed me. It was perfect. However, this was a gentle and sweet way to show my love for him.
“Can we have sex now?” he asked out of the blue, pulling a giggle from me.
If something worse had happened to me before my rescue, I wouldn’t have been able to. I knew I would’ve broken had Easton not saved me when he did. I just wasn’t as strong as he was. He hadn’t just saved my body, he’d saved my soul. I still needed some mental help, but for now, I was doing better.
“We can do it now, but we’ll have to be quiet.”
His strong fingers dug into my waist as he grinned maniacally. “You’re very noisy. I can make you quiet.”
“Hmm, well, I do need to get clean.”
“So you want me to strip you down, toss you outside, hose you down, and chase you naked?”
I winced. “The hosing down is still a little raw and triggering, East.”
“Oh… yeah.”
That right there was a reminder of his lack of empathy, and something I hadn’t really recognized until I understood who and what Easton was. He hadn’t meant it to be cruel, but it was way too soon, and his comment hit home. “But some naked chasing, I’m always game for.”
“Good, because I already hate my hand. It’s nothing compared to your tight, white heat.”
“My tight, white heat is happy to oblige. ”
Easton clung tighter to me and abruptly stood as I held on. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom, carrying me.
I pressed my nose to his throat, inhaling his godly, addictive smell.
He set me down when we reached the master bathroom. And to my surprise, Easton started to undress me. It was usually me who had to do all the undressing, so this was a nice change, once again reminding me of how much he cared about me, despite his objections that he couldn’t.
Once I was naked, he turned on the shower to get the water warm. The air quickly filled up with steam as Easton stripped naked.
The breath whooshed out of me. I never got tired of looking at him. Every muscle was defined and sculpted into pure perfection. He was a marble statue carved by Michelangelo himself.
“You are so stunning, Superman.”
“You will look like this soon enough. I’m going to train you to defend yourself. You will never be taken from me again. Understood?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes. Got it.”
He stepped up to me and gently pinched my chin. “You are everything to me.”
I literally swooned. If that wasn’t a declaration of love, I didn’t know what was.
“I love you, too, East.”
He bent down, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a packet of lube. He held it between two fingers and handed it to me. I took it and held onto it as he reached into the shower to test the water before he led me under the hot spray.
“I’m not going to go easy on you. You’ll adjust to me fast enough. I needed to be inside you yesterday. Every day.”
The warm water cascaded down my body as I opened the lube packet with my teeth. I poured some into my hand and stroked him before turning around and oiling up my ass.
I pressed my hands to the wet tile, craned my head back to look at him, and nodded. “Take me.”
“Hang on.”
I took a deep breath when the tip of his cock pushed against my hole and he spread my cheeks open with his strong fingers.
As soon as he breached me, I let out the breath and bore down, allowing him to sink right in.
Even though we’d been having a lot of sex, it still burned like hell, but once I adjusted, the pain quickly passed.
“Fuck…” he hissed. “It feels like I haven’t been inside you for a year.”
“I missed you, too, Superman,” I chuckled.
With both hands pressed flat on the tiles, I pushed back to keep from slamming my head into the wall as Easton pounded into me. Water poured down my face, and I had to keep shaking my head so I could see and breathe.
Soon, the burn gave way to heat and arousal as he brushed over my prostate over and over, the pressure quickly building and pulsing through my body.
I just got lost in the pounding and feel of his cock sliding in and out.
Nothing else existed in that moment other than Easton and me.
All the fear and pain washed away with the water, leaving behind only pleasure .
When I grunted and moaned too loudly, Easton pulled me upright and put his hand over my mouth. “Shush. See, you’re always noisy.”
Easton continued to pump into me, my mouth covered with one hand and the other pinching my nipple, twisting and tugging. The stinging pain sent a wave of arousal through me, and my body shuddered. It also pulled out a loud groan.
“You like your nipples played with?”
I gave him a muffled ‘ yes .’
He suddenly growled in my ear. “Fuck… too soon. I don’t want to cum yet.” And right after he said those words, his body froze, and I was filled with his hot cum. “Dammit!”
I smiled, blissed out and still desperate to come. “There’s time for more,” I rasped. “We have all the time in the world.”
He nipped my neck hard enough to sting as his cock slipped out. “Aren’t you clever?”
“I have my moments.”
Easton spun me around, poured body wash into his hand, and lathered my cock with it.
His fist was tight as he stroked upward, then back down, twisting.
As he worked the orgasm out of me, he pressed his lips to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth as aggressively as he’d fucked me a moment ago.
Like he wanted to keep fucking me but couldn’t, so this was the next best thing.
I fell back into the tiles, and Easton pressed his body against mine, stroking, kissing, stroking, kissing. He owned all of me. If he asked for the moon, I would give it to him. I would do anything to keep him .
His free hand tweaked my nipple again, and I groaned into his mouth, which only pushed him harder against me, and stroked me faster.
I was lost in his kiss, his fist pumping and pinching as the water poured over us. I loved how he so effortlessly erased the past horrible days.
My balls quickly drew up into my body, ready to blow.
Easton must have noticed because he ordered me to come.
And I did.
My fingers dug into his rock-hard shoulders as I cried out into his mouth and spilled into his hand.
He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air while I still shuddered and pulsed from my orgasm.
“I’ll suck you down next time. I just needed to kiss you and swallow your climax.”
“It was perfect.”
Easton spun me around to face the wall again. I listened to the sounds of the shampoo cap opening and closing. Soon, strong fingers ran through my hair, digging into my scalp in the best head massage as he washed it.
I grew nearly dizzy from relaxation, especially after my orgasm.
God, I loved it when he washed my hair. The care he took.
The patience. Through all my suffering with the loss of my mother, my father’s addiction, and our abduction…
I hadn’t realized how hard life had been.
I’d grown almost desensitized to it, trying to survive and take care of Annie.
Then came the hottest and most interesting man alive, and he wanted me .
He brought me happiness and stability. He kept me whole.
No matter who he was or what he did, Easton would always be mine .
“Do you need to hear the words, Thomas?” he asked.
“What words?”
“Do you need me to tell you I love you?”
“Why would you do that?”
“You don’t need to hear them? Dalton suggested you might, despite what you’ve told me.”
I turned around to face him and cupped his face. It was the best way to get him to focus on me. He needed to know my truth.
“People speak a lot of words. Words filled with lies and manipulation. Actions always say more. Keep being honest with me. Always. If you feel you need to tell me, then do. If you believe it’s not your truth, then don’t.
But understand that I know you love me. I know it down to my soul through your actions. So no, I don’t need to hear the words.”
“Okay.”
“In return, I will tell you every day how much I love you with words and actions. I will always worship you, Superman. You will always be my hero. I’m sorry I needed some time, and that it stressed you out.
It won’t happen again. You will always belong to me.
Hell, I’ll get that tattooed on my skin if you need more proof. ”
He grinned devilishly. “Tattooing your obsession on your body is hot. Do it.”
I laughed and pulled him into a kiss. “You got it. Anything.”