25. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Dylan
Jesus fucking Christ, this is a mother fucking shit show. I walk over to Easton's car as he wipes blood from his face. He looks up at me with sadness in his eyes.
“Take my car and meet me at my house. I’m going to grab my bike. I want to take you somewhere later.” He winks, and I nod, climbing into the driver’s seat and starting it up.
“Do you want me to wait?” I yell from the window, but he shakes his head ‘no’ as he walks around to the garage where all their bikes are kept. I put his car in reverse, back up and throw it in drive, spinning the tires as I leave the gates like a bat out of hell.
Getting on the highway, I turn the music up and roll the windows down, letting the air whip against my skin. I just keep shaking my head. My mother and her big fat mouth. I can’t blame Easton though. He was backed into a corner and I would have done the same thing if it was me. I wasn’t going to remain in that closet while they beat the shit out of each other. I know guys will be guys, but I saw the look in both of their eyes, they were going to kill one another, and my heart can’t take losing them both.
I hear the rumble of Easton’s bike as he pulls up beside me, flashing his phone at me. I grab my phone from my back pocket and look at his message.
Eas: Follow me. I don’t want to go home.
I look over and nod at him as he gets in front of me. I follow him as I jam out to Halsey. It doesn’t take long to get to his destination. He makes a left turn slowly driving down a long dirt road. He comes to a stop and I park next to him.
Holy shit. The view on top of this mountain overlooks a huge river with nothing but more mountains in the distance. The sun has fully set, with purple and blue hues, and a hint of pink as the stars shine brightly. I shut off the car and get out as he removes his helmet, climbing off the bike.
He looks so fucking sexy in a white tee that hugs his muscles, black ripped jeans and combat boots with his curly hair a fucking disaster. My pussy purrs for this man.
“You eye fucking me Hellcat?” He smirks and I blush.
“Me? Eye fuck you? Never.” I say with a smile as he walks over, pressing me against his car.
“Liar.” He breathes against my lips and I laugh looking away from him toward the view.
“This place is beautiful, Eas. Do you come here often?” I ask.
“It sure is,” he whispers, not taking his eyes off me, causing the blush to deepen in my cheeks. He cups my face, looking for injury, but I shake him off.
“I’m fine. He didn’t hit me. I just fell on my ass, no biggie. Are you okay?” I say with a shrug, trying not to make a big deal over it. He pulls away kicking the dirt and I walk over to the front of his car, leaning against the hood with my arms folded over my chest.
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’m sorry you had to witness that, but I will never stop protecting you, no matter who it is. Even if you send me away, I will always make sure you are safe. I told you just hours ago, no one gets to hurt you and I fucking meant it, Dylan.” He seethes.
“It’s fine, Eas.” I say, wanting to change the fucking subject. I’ve had enough for one day.
“It’s not. We should have told him, but it’s your story to tell, not mine. Am I glad you trusted me enough to tell me something so traumatic? Yes, of course, but it was your choice to trust me and not him. I can’t help that, yet I’m to blame. Your fucking mother has a big fucking mouth though.” He growls.
“Indeed she does. Where do we go from here? I can’t go home and I certainly do not want to be around my brother. He can get fucked for right now. I think we all need a minute to cool off.” I state as he looks out into the distance.
“We will worry about that later,” he answers.
“Fine, but will you come hug me please? I need to feel you.” I demand, and the smile that crosses his face makes me melt into a puddle. He walks over to the hood of his car and wraps his arms around my shoulders as I hug his waist, inhaling his scent.
“I love you Eas, no matter what.” I confess and he bends down to capture my lips with his. He slowly kisses me, swirling his tongue with mine as his fingers entwine in my long black hair. He groans as I suck his tongue flicking the tip. He pulls away, looking into my eyes.
“I love you more, Hellcat. Always.” He breathes against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip. I grip the bottom of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. I grin as an idea pops into my head.
“Hey babe, do people come here a lot?” I ask and he shakes his head no.
“I come here often to clear my head and I’ve never seen anyone else here before.” He states, trailing kisses down my neck. I push him away and shed my tank. His eyes widen as lust bursts in them. I slide off my shorts and walk over to his bike, raising a brow.
“Ever fuck a girl on your bike?” I smirk as he stands there dumbfounded.
“Good, now bring that sexy ass over here and make me cum.” I demand and he smirks, stalking over while removing his tee with one hand as his abs flex at the movement. He unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down slightly, taking his cock out, and stroking his length while biting his bottom lip.
“It’s really a fucking sin how gorgeous you are Crow.” I moan, sliding my fingers into my thong, flicking my clit. He growls as he continues to stroke himself, squeezing the tip of his dick as precum pools around his piercing. He gathers it up with his thumb and runs it over my bottom lip. I immediately lick it, loving the taste of him as I continue to play with my clit.
“Why the bike, Hellcat? If you were on the hood of my car I’d have you cumming all over my face.” He groans as I circle my clit faster at his dirty fucking mouth, causing me to moan as I sink a finger inside my pussy and my eyes roll into the back of my head, feeling how wet I am as he watches my every movement.
“I thought the bike would be a little more challenging.” I pant as I add another finger. Looking up at him, he strokes faster as he listens to the wet sounds my fingers make with every thrust.
“Fuck Eas, I want to cum.” I beg and he lifts me onto the seat, opening my legs and sliding my thong aside to look at my fingers sliding in and out of my soaked pussy.
“Let me taste your fingers.” He commands. I remove them from my core and slide them into his waiting mouth. He moans at my taste, sucking my fingers clean as he steps closer, lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly sinking in. I throw my head back, moaning his name.
“Eas, you feel so fucking good, baby.” I whimper and he moans as he holds onto my hips tightly, slowly milking my walls.
“I’m so close, baby.” I whine as his thrusts become short and sharp, making me want him to go deeper and harder. I grab onto his shoulders and claw down his back as he growls, biting my shoulders.
“So fucking tight Hellcat. Cum on my cock, baby, soak me.” He orders and I reach down, flicking my clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I scream as my orgasm hits hard and fast. He lifts me off the bike, slamming me onto his cock as he lays me on the hood of the stang. I tighten around him causing his movements to become erratic. “Fuck, Dylan. So. Fucking. Tight.” He growls as I feel spurts of cum paint my walls. He slows down his movements, milking my walls, and I moan.
“You feel so fucking good, Eas. If you don’t stop now, I’m going to cum again.” I whimper and he takes that as a challenge, pulling out of me, lifting my hips and sucking my clit into his mouth. “Fuck, Eas, faster baby.” I pant as he laps up our cum, spitting it onto my clit and licking me furiously. “Just like that. Shit. Fuck. Baby. I’m cumming!” I scream and he bites my clit, slamming a finger inside me and I ripple around him, cumming all over his face.
He slows his movements, licking and flicking slowly as my clit pulsates against his tongue. He lowers me down on the hood and looks down at me as his chin glistens in the moonlight.
“Fucking perfect.” He smiles, kissing up my body to my lips. I kiss him back and swirl my tongue around his, reveling in our taste. He pulls away too soon and leaves a kiss on my nose causing me to giggle. He sits up and tucks himself away as I sit here panting like a bitch in heat. Climbing off the hood, I fix my thong and slide my shorts and tank back on.
“Damn, is sex with you always that good?” I grin and he smirks.
“Oh just wait, Hellcat. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He winks and I fucking melt all over again.Now what do we do?
It’s been a few days and we haven’t returned home or to The Den. We’ve been staying at a little Airbnb, but today we have classes, and I need to go break up with Carter. Between my mother, brother and Carter, my phone's been blowing up nonstop. I will only answer Ava and Amy at the moment. Fuck everyone else. Until they all fucking calm down, I’ll stay away for the time being. Easton dropped me off at Uni so he could go do a job for my uncle with the promise that he would be back in a few hours to pick me up. I had texted Carter before class to meet me by the football field when my session was finished.
I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes waiting and I’m starting to get impatient. Looking at my phone, I scroll social media as I continue to wait. He’s got another ten minutes before I leave and he can eat a dick.
Five minutes goes by and he finally arrives. “Hey baby,” he says, trying to hug me but I take a step back, holding my hand up.
“Listen, this has been fun and all, but I’m done. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I say, looking up at him and he just smirks.
“Really? Well, Dollface, it doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to decide when you’re done with me,” he growls, grabbing my arm roughly.
“Let me go, Carter. You’re fucking hurting me.” I spit, pulling away as pain laces up my arm. His grip is so tight, it's going to leave fingerprints.
“No, you fucking cunt. I should make you get on your knees and suck my cock for thinking you’re in charge here.” He growls in my face and I spit at him. His hand rears back and he punches me in the face, causing me to fall in the grass.
“Know your place, whore, and do what the fuck you're told. When I call, you come running, understood?” He says, spitting in my face.
“Fuck you, bitch.” I yell and he back hands me, causing me to bite the inside of my mouth.
“Get in line or else.” He says, kicking me in the stomach.
“Fuck you!” I rasp and he kicks me again laughing.
“Just another dumb bitch!” He spits on me again then jogs off the field, leaving me on the grass, in a ball. Tears stream down my face as I whimper for Easton. I can’t fucking breathe. I just want Eas.
“Please. Someone help me.” I rasp but no one will hear me. I can’t take a deep breath, so I hold onto my stomach as I cry from the pain. I try reaching for my phone, but I can’t find it. The sky starts to spin and the last thing I remember is Easton's name trailing from my lips.