Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
EASTON
Our group makes our way back to the house when Reagan’s shift ends. I keep Maya tucked beneath my arm, keeping her warm against the frigid chill in the winter air.
Kit-cat waits for me on the porch, pacing back and forth when we start up the path to the house.
“Oh, is this where you hang out?” Maya moves ahead to crouch in front of my cat. “Do these boys give you all the food?”
“That’s all Easton,” Theo says on his way to the door. “He started feeding her freshman year. Then brushing her. Now she’s claimed this as her place.”
“She likes it when her coat is shiny.” I squeeze the back of my neck as heat creeps up it.
Maya shoots me a pleased look. “Of course she does. I met her a while back on one of my night walks. What’s her name?”
“She sort of doesn’t have an official one,” I admit. “We call her a bunch of things, but usually I land on Kit-cat.”
She hums, petting the cat beneath her chin. “I think she looks more like a Turnip.”
“Turnip?”
“What? It’s a great name for a cat.”
Kit-cat follows us and Maya picks her up, expression softening with affection at the loud purring. My steps falter, heart thudding. Kit-cat can be shy, but she’s warmed right up to my girl.
“She likes you. She doesn’t usually let other people pick her up.”
“I’m good with animals. Always have been.” She lets Kit-cat sniff her nose, puckering her lips to kiss the air. “Actually, I like animals better than people most days.”
“Most people,” Reagan interjects.
“Most people,” Maya agrees. “The tolerable ones get a pass.”
“Do I count as most people?”
She laughs at the charming grin I offer and bumps her shoulder against my chest.
“You count.”
I turn around and raise my voice to tell the empty street the good news. “I count!”
“Shh.” She tugs on my sleeve, careful not to upset the cat. “You’re going to wake up the whole town.”
“Come on.”
We go into the house. I pause in the entryway, taking the cat into my arms. Her purring sounds like the motor of the world’s smallest pickup truck when I nuzzle my nose against her head and smooth a hand down her back.
“Did you eat all the field mice you could find today, pretty girl? What about the coffee shop, they gave you some milk again, didn’t they?”
Maya stares at me, the corners of her parted lips tugging up.
I might be six-five, built, and the captain of the hockey team. Doesn’t mean I’m not man enough to baby talk my cat.
I smirk at her awestruck expression. “What?”
“Nothing, you doing that is just really hot for some reason.”
My mouth stretches into a cocky grin. “Is it the baby talk or the way my biceps bulge when I cradle her like this, like she’s my baby girl?”
She shakes her head with a wry smile. “Shut up.”
Her cheeks flush, eyes dancing with mirth. She takes the cat from me and goes to find everyone else.
“Which one is it?” I call after her.
“I’ll never tell.”
We end up piled onto the plush couches and chairs in the living room.
Kit-cat hasn’t left Maya’s lap. Whenever she’s not looking, I take about twenty photos of my two favorite girls cuddling together.
My chest expands so much it feels like it might burst open, no longer able to contain my happiness.
Someone starts the PlayStation and Reagan connects her phone to our speaker system to play music while we hang out. The chill vibe is nice. Tonight is the most fun I’ve had at the house in years.
I never minded the parties, but they pale in comparison. I’d take a hundred nights like this over the way things used to be before I met Maya.
I’m given the controller when Manning taps out against Cameron. He gets us set up for the next match.
“I’ll be back,” Maya says.
She kisses my cheek before getting up. My gaze tracks her through the room, the edges of my mouth quirking up.
“Oh!” Cameron pumps his fist in the air when he obliterates me because I’m not paying attention to the game. “That’s how it’s done boys.”
I hand off the controller to Elijah when he gets in from walking Hana home. “Here, rookie. Smoke Reeves for us. You’re the only one who can beat him. Avenge me.”
Elijah snorts, dropping into the open seat on the couch. “What, you old guys can’t make your fingers move fast enough? I bet that’s disappointing for the girls you hook up with.”
A round of protests and boos sound from the upperclassmen.
“I’ve never had any complaints.” Brody smirks, wiggling his fingers. “It’s more along the lines of oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, ahhhh!”
“I know, I hear it every time you have someone over,” Theo says.
Noah leans over the back of the couch to mess with Elijah. “Come to the club with me. I’ll show you how the big boys keep all the girls happy.”
Elijah pushes him off, but it’s too late. Cameron wins again.
My brow furrows when I realize Maya’s been gone for a while. I search the living room, back den, and kitchen. In the front hall, Reagan is shrugging on her coat.
“Have you seen where Maya went?”
Reagan pauses, shooting me a sly smirk. “Upstairs to use your bathroom, I think. I’m out.”
I’m torn between making sure she has someone to walk her home in the dark and finding my girlfriend. I open my mouth and she cuts me off with a laugh.
“Relax, Hutch is waiting outside already. He’s driving me to campus. See ya.”
“Later.”
I take the steps at a quick clip, then stop in my goddamn tracks when I open the door and find what’s waiting for me, because holy shit.
“I thought you’d never find me,” Maya sasses.
She’s on my bed looking more exquisite than I’ve ever seen her. The green hearts have been washed off her cheeks, and her hair spills down loosely around her shoulders. She ditched the jeans she had on, legs bare and inviting when she skims a hand up her thigh.
And she’s wearing nothing but my jersey.
I repeat, holy shit.
The fantasies I’ve had of this have nothing on the real deal. My hungry gaze rakes over her, a thousand and one thoughts racing through my head of what I want to do to her first.
I want to fuck her. My hands flex, already imagining spreading those gorgeous thighs and sinking my cock into the tight heat of her perfect body.
No, I have to fuck her mouth while she’s on her knees.
No, shit, I need to taste her pussy with my hands fisted in my jersey and my name on her lips, knowing she’s all fucking mine.
“You’re wearing my number.”
The obvious statement is the first dumb thing to tumble from my lips. She tilts her head coyly, offering a sexy little smirk that sends blood rushing to my dick.
“I know how much you’ve wanted to see me in your jersey. I wanted to wear it just for you first.”
“Fuck. Maya, you look…”
She hums in amused agreement. “So, you like it?”
“Fuck yes.”
Finally, I find the ability to move. I slam the door and reach her in two urgent strides. She rises on her knees to meet me. When I collide with her I take both of us to the bed, mouth already slotting over hers in a scorching kiss full of unchecked need.
My hands drag up her legs, dipping beneath the jersey to find she’s not wearing anything underneath. A groan scrapes my throat as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips.
I kiss my way to her neck, pausing there to pay attention to the spot that makes her shudder. She grips my hair, squirming beneath me as my mouth moves against her skin. I work a knee between her thighs and waste no time sliding my fingers over her pussy to tease her clit.
Maya’s back arches. “Oh!”
My teeth scrape her throat and I enjoy the way her thighs clamp around my hand. She’s so responsive. It drives me insane.
I map a path down her body, kneading her breast as I close my lips around her nipple to suck it through my jersey. She writhes against my hand.
“Easton,” she whimpers.
I keep moving lower, lifting the hockey sweater to trace her stomach with my tongue until I reach her mound. Pausing, I draw back just long enough to strip my clothes impatiently, almost ripping them in my rush to get naked.
She sits up to peel off my jersey. My fist closes around the hem and I shake my head.
“No. Leave this on. I want to see how you look wearing it when I make you come.”
Her eyes darken with arousal, pupils blown wide to eat up the flecks of green and gold in her hazel irises.
I hold her gaze while I position myself between her legs, teasing her with grazes of my lips until she lifts her hips and pushes my head down to eat her. I chuckle against her pussy and get to work.
She pants, faint moans slipping out of her as I enjoy myself, licking and sucking with unrelenting focus until my face drips with her wetness. I grip the material of my jersey with both fists, holding it up while I devour her.
“Oh god, there. Please, I—I’m—”
Maya breaks off with a hazy cry, her body trembling with her orgasm. I don’t stop, determined to extend her pleasure. Her fingers scrabble across my shoulders trying to direct me up.
I continue lapping at her pussy because I’m addicted to the sounds she makes when she comes. It’s not until I have her shuddering for me again that I finally move, covering her body with mine.
“Taste it,” I mutter against her lips before I kiss her.
She sucks on my tongue when I sweep it into her mouth, making my grasp on her tighten. I grind my cock against her. She gasps when it rubs her clit.
The sensation is addictive. The slickness of her folds coats my shaft the more I glide the tip between them until the head pushes inside her.
Both of us groan. Fuck, she feels amazing. I want to keep going, desperate with the need to slam inside her and fill her pussy with my entire length without any barriers.
Tearing away from her is damn near impossible. I fumble through the drawer of my nightstand, but she pulls me back to her with an insistent tug and the most irresistible pleading noise.
I settle over her again, bracing my arms on either side of her body. She meets my eyes and bites her lip.
“Don’t,” she whispers.
My heart drums. “Don’t what?”