Chapter 19
EASTON
“ L ook at me,” I said, my voice thick and low, scraping like gravel and heat against the space between us.
My hips pressed hers harder into the wall, pinning her there like I was afraid she’d slip through my fingers if I let up for even a second.
My erection strained against my denim, throbbing where it pressed into the heat of her.
“No one will ever measure up to you,” I said, the words a rough promise between clenched teeth. “Not Vanessa. Not anyone. You hear me?”
Her breath hitched.
“You’re mine,” I said, slower now, my voice deepening like the words were dragged from the deepest part of me. “You’ve always been mine. And you always will be.”
Her lips parted, her eyes darkening with that beautiful mix of want and disbelief. Her fingers curled into my shoulders, nails digging through the thick knit of my sweater like she didn’t know whether to hold on or push me away.
“Easton,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You don’t have to say that. I—I’m fine.”
“Stop.” The word came out like a growl.
I slid my hand up, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around the column of her throat, just enough pressure to make her gasp and tilt her head back. Her eyes fluttered closed for a beat, her body arching instinctively toward mine like she couldn’t help it. Like she didn’t want to.
“Don’t you dare pretend with me, Nat.” My voice was low and rough, thick with everything I hadn’t been able to say until now. “I saw your face out there. I know you’re not fine. But I’m telling you right now—no one else matters. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. You believe me?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with every emotion she tried to bury…
fear, hope, want. Her lips trembled as she nodded, just barely.
“I—I want to,” she whispered, her hands sliding up to frame my face, thumbs brushing over the stubble along my jaw with a reverence that gutted me.
“It just…it reminds me of all the reasons I walked away to begin with. She’s… she’s gorgeous, and I’m?—”
“You’re everything,” I cut in, my voice fierce, shaking, alive. “You’re every late night I couldn’t sleep. Every word I wrote but never sent. Every breath that felt too heavy without you next to me.”
I kissed her before she could say another word, before doubt could steal the air between us.
My lips crashed against hers, possessive and desperate and unrelenting, like I could pour all the years apart back into her in one breathless, soul-deep press of mouths.
She moaned into me, her fingers curling at the back of my neck, holding me there like she needed the anchor.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping in, claiming her, my hand in her hair pulling her head back as I broke away to trail hot kisses down her jaw, her neck, my teeth grazing her pulse point.
“You’re fucking everything , Nat,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with need. “No one else gets me like this. No one else makes me burn, makes me this desperate. Just you. Only you.”
“Easton,” she gasped, her hands sliding under my sweater, her nails raking down my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “I need you. Please, I need you to show me. Make me believe it.”
“Oh, I’ll show you, baby.” My hands moved to the hem of her sweater, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside as my eyes greedily took her in.
She was in a white bra, the fabric so thin I could see her hardened nipples through it, and I groaned, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the peaks. “Look at you,” I said, my voice low and possessive. “So fucking perfect. These are mine, Nat. You hear me? Mine.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her head tipping back against the wall as I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My hands immediately returned to her breasts, kneading them as I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth.
I sucked hard, my tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, my teeth grazing it just enough to make her cry out, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Easton, oh fuck, yes.” Her voice was breaking as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my hand sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard through her jeans.
“You like that, baby?” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough as I sucked harder, my hand sliding between her legs, cupping her through her jeans, feeling her heat even through the denim. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, aren’t you? I can feel it. This pussy is mine, Nat.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand as I rubbed her, her arousal soaking through the fabric. “I’m yours, Easton. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” I growled, my voice thick with need as I unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them down her hips along with her panties, leaving her bare before me. I stepped back just enough to look at her, my eyes poring over her flushed skin, her swollen lips…her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, look at you,” I said my voice low and reverent as I reached for her, my fingers sliding through her folds, spreading her arousal as I found her clit, circling it with my thumb. “So wet, so ready for me. You want my cock, don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you, to make you mine?”
“Yes, Easton, please,” she begged, her voice desperate as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot I knew would drive her wild, my thumb never stopping its assault on her clit. “I need you. I need you inside me. Please.”
“You’ll get me, baby,” I promised, my voice rough as I fucked her with my fingers, watching her face as she moaned, her walls clenching around me, her hips rocking against my hand.
“But first, I want you to come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my fingers. Show me how much you need me, Nat. Show me you’re mine. ”
“Easton, I’m—I’m so close.” Her nails dug into my shoulders as she trembled under my touch.
“I’ve got you,” I rasped, my fingers driving deeper. “Come for me, baby. Let go. I want to feel it.”
Her climax hit her hard, her body shuddering against the wall as she screamed my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her arousal soaking my hand as I worked her through every wave of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, my voice low and encouraging as I watched her, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans. “So fucking beautiful. All mine.”
She was still trembling when I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, sucking her juices from them, savoring her like a man starved.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, my voice low and rough with want.
Then I reached for my jeans, unbuttoning them with one hand and shoving them down, boxers, too. My cock sprang free—hard, aching, the tip already slick with need.
And then she burst out laughing.
Not politely. Not quietly.
Full-body, slightly wheezy laughter. The kind that made her shake and cover her face with both hands.
I blinked down at her, my cock still very much standing at attention. “Um. You good?”
She dropped her hands just long enough to point at my discarded boxers on the floor. “Easton. Are those surfing Santas ?”
I looked. Yep. Red trunks. Snowflakes. A repeating pattern of very jacked Saint Nicks hanging ten on a candy cane surfboards.
“They were a gift,” I said, smirking. “Limited edition. I had to be on a very exclusive list to get these.”
She gasped through another laugh. “You’re about to fuck the soul out of me, and you’ve got Santa shredding on your junk.”
I grinned. “You’ll be calling me Saint Nick by the end of this when I gift you with my cock. So it seems fitting.”
“Fucking hell,” she groaned, tossing her head back against the wall, still laughing. “You’re completely unhinged.”
I leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath her jaw. “Naughty list. Permanent member.”
“I’m never letting you live this down.”
“You’re about to be too wrecked to speak,” I said, my voice dropping again as I grabbed her hips, pulling her tight against me, my cock brushing between her thighs. “So, go ahead and laugh now, Trouble. Because in about ten seconds, you’ll be screaming instead.”
She was still giggling when I pressed her farther into the wall, her bare chest rising and falling fast, her eyes glossy with desire and mischief. Fuck, she was beautiful like this—flushed and laughing and totally undone.
But the second my cock slid between her slick folds, her breath hitched, the laughter dying into a sharp gasp. Her eyes flew open, locking with mine. That one look? It scorched through every last bit of restraint I had left.
“I need to be inside you, Nat.” My voice was wrecked with need. “I need to bury myself so deep in your sweet, tight pussy that you forget your own name—forget every man who ever looked at you when I wasn’t there. I want to fuck you until your body only knows mine. Until all you can say is my name.”
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure as her fingers gripped my ass, rocking her hips up against my cock with a confidence and urgency that made my knees threaten to give. “I need you, too.”
I groaned as I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs locked around my waist, and I pressed her back to the wall again, the thick head of my cock pushing into her.
We both gasped—hers sharp and needy, mine ragged and barely restrained—as I held us there, letting the tension coil tight, savoring the way she clenched around me before giving her another inch.
“I’m already yours, baby.” I finally thrust the rest of the way into her in one swift motion, burying myself to the hilt, her tight, wet heat enveloping me like a glove. “Fuck, Nat, you feel so good. So fucking tight. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Easton, yes,” she chanted, her nails digging into my shoulders as I started to move, my thrusts hard and deep, each one a claim as I fucked her against the wall.