Chapter 19 #2
“That’s right.” My hands gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts growing faster, deeper, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her moans and my groans.
“No one else gets to have you, Nat. No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else gets to feel you come around their cock. Just me. Say it.”
“Just you, Easton,” she sobbed as I pounded into her, my cock hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, driving her closer to the edge. “Only you. I’m yours.”
“Damn right, you are.” My hand slid up to grip her throat again, my fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp, her eyes darkening with pleasure as I held her in place.
“You’re mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to keep.
No one else will ever have you, Nat. No one else will ever fucking compare. ”
“Easton, I’m—I’m gonna come,” she cried, her voice desperate as she clung to me, her body trembling, her walls clenching around me as I fucked her relentlessly. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never, baby.” My voice was rough with need as I thrust deeper, my hand on her throat holding her steady, my other hand gripping her hip. “Come for me, Nat. Come all over my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
Her orgasm hit like a fucking explosion—she shattered in my arms, her body jerking against the wall as she screamed my name, loud and wrecked and perfect.
Her pussy clamped down around me like a velvet vice, milking my cock so tight I saw stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, her nails clawing down my back, her slick soaking my thighs, dripping down to my balls like she couldn’t get enough of me.
That was all it took. The sound of her falling apart, the feel of her wrapped around me—mine, completely—and I lost it.
I slammed into her one final time and came hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, my vision going white around the edges.
Every pulse of my release branding her from the inside out.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us gasping for air, her body still twitching beneath my hands.
“You’re mine,” I rasped, my voice rough, raw, reverent. I kissed her temple, holding her close, still buried deep. “All fucking mine.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies pressed together against the wall, our breath mingling as we came down from the high. I held her close, my arms wrapping around her, my lips brushing against her forehead as I murmured, “It’s just you, Nat. It’s always been just you.”
She didn’t respond, her breath still uneven, her body soft against mine, and I could tell she was holding back, not ready to say the words I wanted to hear. I wanted to push, to ask her what she was feeling, to hear her say she loved me the way I loved her …
But before I could speak, a sharp knock cracked through the quiet like a thunderclap.
“Well, good to know one of us is getting some!”
Jordan.
His voice came through the door with the kind of smug glee only a lifelong friend could manage. “Guess you guys don’t want to come back out to the fire, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll let everyone know you’re… occupied .”
Natalie let out a strangled groan and buried her face in my chest. “Fucking hell, Jordan, go away!” Her voice was muffled, mortified, her hands gripping my arms like she could physically hold back the moment.
I couldn’t help it…I laughed. A full, smug, utterly unrepentant laugh.
I looked down at her, caught that stormy flush in her cheeks, the way her lashes fluttered against her skin.
She looked like sin and softness and the only thing I’d ever wanted.
My thumb brushed along the curve of her lower lip, swollen and kiss-bitten, and I tipped her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me.
“Guess the secret’s out,” I said, my voice still rough with everything we hadn’t said. “They all know you’re mine again, Nat.”
She groaned and swatted at my chest, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Small. Tentative. Real.
It wasn’t a declaration.
Not yet.
But her gaze lingered. Her fingers didn’t let go. And in the hush of the room, where the only sound was the slowing of our breath and the faint creak of old floorboards beneath us, I felt the shift.
A new beginning. A held breath. A promise starting to take shape.
I’d get her there. One step at a time. One truth at a time.
Because she was mine .
And no matter how long it took—she was going to believe it, too.
NATALIE
The next morning’s group chat was a fun time.
Casey: Don’t think we didn’t notice the group name change, Natalie. Hot Mess Express? What did you do?
Me: Ok, so, um…we need to talk about something that happened last night.
Casey: Was it dick-related or feelings-related. Because I’m prepared for both.
Riley: If it’s Easton again, I’m gonna need a towel for my emotions.
Me: He got all growly.
Casey: Define. Because there’s lots of ways that could go.
Riley: Are we talking “stay away from my woman” growly or “I just bit your name into this headboard” growly?
Riley: Or was it that special kind—where he sounds like he’s about to rearrange your guts and your furniture, then build you a house to recover in?
Casey: What does that even mean?
Riley: …
Me: Growly like…
Me: He looked me dead in the eye and said “You’re mine, Natalie. You’ve always been mine. You always will be.” WHILE INSIDE ME!
Me: There was growling. There was wall pinning. I think my soul left my body and filed for marriage paperwork on its own.
Casey: I just dropped my phone on my face, and I’m not mad about it.
Riley: No because that’s not sex. That’s a binding ritual.
Me: I think I accidentally said “I’m yours” like I was being possessed by the ghost of every simpering heroine in a telenovela and couldn’t stop myself.
Casey: Personally, I’m thriving off this.
Riley: Same. Although Jace wants to know if he drinks iced milk.
Me: He’s not a psychopath, Riley. Gosh.
Me: As I was saying…
Me: I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
Me: Also Easton’s friend heard everything and yelled through the door.
Me: So my villain origin story is officially LIVE!
Riley: An icon. A legend. A cautionary tale.
Casey: Honestly? At this point, lean in. Put it in the wedding program. “Natalie: Sister of the Bride, Officially off the Market, Bedroom Audio Available upon Request.”
Riley: Ophelia says she liked that one, Case.
Me: Tell FiFi that this is serious. What if I can’t even look at him without my knees turning to water and my frontal lobe turning to static?
Riley: That’s not fear, babe. That’s forever.
Casey: He growled “you’re mine” and you basically purred in surrender… This is not a drill. This is endgame.
Me: I’m reiterating my need for a spiritual rinse and maybe a seven-step recovery plan for my heart. Possibly also for my vagina.
Riley: What you need to do is let him growl at you again. For science.
Me: …