17. Easton
EASTON
I don’t want to say I’ve become obsessed with Emma, but honestly, I don’t know what else to call it. Whatever I do, I can’t get her out of my head. Ever since my cock was inside her tight cunt, my mind is consumed with all things pearls.
As I strip out of my soaked workout clothes and walk into my attached bathroom, I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she thinking about yesterday? Is her pussy sore? Does she feel me inside of her every time she moves?
My groan echoes through the room as I step into the shower stall and close the door behind me. I turn on the water, letting the cold shock my system. The water turns warm slowly, but I don’t mind. I let it cascade down my back, washing away the sweat from my three-mile run.
I’m usually wiped after a workout like that, but for some reason, I’m so fucking horny. All I can think about is how sweet she smelled, how perfect she tasted, and don’t forget about the amazing way she felt. Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around me, like she was made for me… made for us.
I’m aggravated that it’s her, a girl who is infuriating at times. A royal pain in the ass, and she acts like she doesn’t want us. I have to admit, I’m not used to being rejected. Most girls would gladly take a ride on my dick, but Emma isn’t most girls, no she is one of a kind.
Shaking my head, I squirt some shower gel into my palm. My cock is already rock hard when I wrap my hand around it. Just the thought of Emma has me close to coming. I don’t know what is fucking wrong with me, but this girl has me in a sexual choke hold.
Pumping my hand up and down, I lather the soap over my shaft.
It’s nothing compared to the real thing, but it still feels good.
I close my eyes and pull up my recent memories.
Emma’s little moans while we rubbed her swollen clit, how tight her pussy clamped down when she came on my cock.
I recall every tiny detail. Every curve and every inch of skin down to the freckles on her cute button nose.
I pump harder, thinking about her hooded eyes looking at me with lust and fear. A mixture I’ve become addicted to. She wants me, wants us, but she is also scared. Of what exactly, I’m not sure. Nor do I care right now. All I care about is being inside of her again.
Tightening my grip until it’s almost painful, I stroke myself a few more times, wishing it was her pussy I was fucking.
My balls tighten and a wave of pleasure washes over me.
I keep moving my hand up and down, while my cock pulses in my palm.
Ropes of cum paint the tile wall in front of me.
I open my eyes and watch my release wash down the drain.
My balls feel empty, but my cock is still hard, and I feel… unsatisfied. It doesn’t take me long to figure out why. I want the real thing. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, jerking off is not going to cut it. I want her again, and I want that to be soon.
I finish my shower and wait for my hard on to go down before I step out and dry off. I throw on a pair of jeans and a grey T-shirt. Then I head downstairs to get something to eat before I leave for school.
Stepping into the hallway, I see my sister rush into her room like she is trying to avoid me. In an instant, alarm bells ring in my ears. Not only is she walking really fast, she is also wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up.
I follow her. “Hey, weirdo, why are you wearing a hoodie in the house?”
“I’m cold,” she mumbles before trying to slip into her room.
She moves to close the door in my face, but I’m faster. I slap my palm onto her door and push it back open.
“Easton!” she yells, as if to accuse me of a crime. Folding her arms across her chest, she turns away from me like she is hiding something.
“What the fuck is going on?” I grab her hood and pull it off her head. “Look at me,” I order. I’m starting to get angry with her. What the hell is she hiding?
Her shoulders are stiff when I reach for her, but I don’t care if she is angry. I spin her around to scan her face. A furious frown greets me. But that’s not what has my blood boiling. It’s the finger-sized bruises on her neck that have me three seconds from losing my shit.
My voice barely sounds like my own when I speak next. “You have one fucking chance to tell me what happened. I swear to God if you open your mouth and lie to me, I’ll make sure your ass is grounded until you’re thirty-five.”
My little nightmare of a sister has the audacity to roll her eyes at me. “You are not Dad,” she snaps. “And this is exactly why I didn’t want you to know. I knew you would overreact and go ballistic.”
My nostrils flare as I stare her down. My hands are balled into fists beside me, ready to punch whoever put their hands on her. “Who?” I growl my demand. “Was it Brody?”
For a moment, she says nothing. We both stare at each other, neither one of us backing down until she finally gives up. Her shoulders sag, and she shakes her head. “You are not going to let this go, are you?”
“Not in a million years,” I say without thinking.
She sighs, uncrossing her arms like she has finally conceded. “Yes, it was Brody.”
So many fucking emotions hit me at once. Anger is pretty much on the forefront. “Why are you even near that guy again? When and how did this shit happen and where is the fucker now?”
“We happened to be at the same birthday party?—”
“No more parties for you!” I blurt out.
“Fine! I’ll just stop living life and lock myself in my room,” my sister quips.
“Now you get it.”
“Are we done here?” She places her hand on her hip like she’s had enough of me.
“Not even close, but for now, you stay here and out of fucking trouble.”
“He is not worth it. Please, just let it go. You’re just going to get in more trouble, and it’s going to be my fault,” she pleads, and it pisses me off even more.
“It’s not your fault. It’s his. He has it coming.” This time it’s me who turns away from her. She grabs my arm, but I shrug her off with ease. “Stay. Here,” I warn before leaving her alone in her room.
My mood is dark, and I don’t feel like eating anymore by the time I’m downstairs.
“Who pissed in your cereal?” Preston asks as soon as he sees my face when I walk into the kitchen. He is sitting on the counter, eating a bowl of oatmeal.
“Brody,” is all I have to say for Preston to drop his spoon.
“What now?” he asks, and I quickly fill him in on what I saw, and what Sarah told me.
“Fuck.” Preston shoves his bowl away from him as if he can’t stand the smell anymore. “What now?”
“I don’t know, but if I see that fucker again, he is dead,” I say, not joking one bit. I crack my knuckles, wishing I was cracking his bones instead.
“Well, right now, we have to leave, or we’ll be late for class,” Preston points out.
I have no desire to attend any classes, but there is something… or better yet, someone, I wouldn’t mind running into today. Especially now that Brody touched my sister again. I need to convince Emma not to testify, so Sarah can report this fucker before I seriously kill him.
“Fine, let’s go.”
Preston puts his half-eaten oatmeal into the sink before we head out and get into the car. By the time we make it to school, my mood has gone from dark to black.
How dare this scum! After we already beat him up once. Did he not get the message?
I get out of the car and slam the door shut hard enough to make Preston shake his head at me. “You got to chill,” he says like it’s that easy. Why is he not more agitated?
“Whatever. Help me find Emma. I want to talk to her,” I explain.
“I’ll check the cafeteria, you take the library,” my twin offers.
I nod, and we part ways. I speed walk to the library, ignoring some guy who greets me on the way. I enter the library and scan the large space. My whole body is tense, and my mind is still clouded in anger.
It’s not until I spot Emma sitting at one of the tables that my fury simmers down just a tad. I suck in a deep breath and walk over. As I approach, her head snaps up from her book, and her eyes find mine.
I don’t know how I expected her to react to me, but I’m surprised by the anger I see in her gaze. “What do you want?” She snaps when I take the seat next to her. She gathers her papers like she is scared I’m taking them away from her or something.
“I want you to promise me you won’t make a statement against me and my brother,” I say in a low but demanding voice.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because Brody deserves to go to jail?—”
“So do you! Matter of fact, if you were in jail, I could actually enjoy my college experience.”
“Oh, really? For making your life so miserable, you came pretty hard on my cock yesterday,” I say, a little louder than I should.
“Shhhh!” She hushes me angrily. Her cheeks turn an adorable hue of red, and it reminds me of the color of her pussy. For the first time today, the corner of my lips twitch up. “Can you keep your voice down, especially when you talk about me like that?”
“Are you embarrassed about liking me fucking you so much?”
“I’m embarrassed I let it happen at all!”
Ouch . That one stings, but I hide it with a grin. “I bet you can’t wait for it to happen again.”
“Dream on. Yesterday was a one-time thing. It won’t happen again.”
“We’ll see about that.” I will have her again, and she will like it just as she did last night.
“Is that what yesterday was about? You wanted to get on my good side, so I won’t testify? Nice try, but I’m not stupid.” She turns away from me and gets ready to get up, but I grab her shoulder and hold her in place.
“We’re not done here, and last night was not about Brody.”
She twists her head to look at me again. “Let go,” she says through clenched teeth.
I ignore her and keep my hold on her shoulder. “Not until you listen.”
“There is nothing you can say that will change my mind. Nothing has changed between us. We’re not friends, and I’m not going to lie for you.”
“ Nothing has changed ?” I scoff. Maybe not for her. For me, everything has changed.
“You are hurting me,” she grits out, shoving my arm away.
I loosen my grip on her shoulder, but I’m not ready to let her go completely. She is a fucking flight risk, after all.
“Stop trying to get away, and I won’t have to hold you so hard.”
“Maybe that was Brody’s excuse when he put bruises on your sister.”
A surge of anger rushes through and when I speak next, my tone is more menacing than I want it to be. “Don’t compare me to that fucker. I’m nothing like him. I would never hurt you like that.”
“Right, you just hurt me in ways you approve of,” she throws in my face without blinking.
“You’re infuriating.” But not wrong, according to the pang of guilt in my chest. We have hurt her before and maybe I should apologize to her, but when I look at her staring me down, all I want to do is put her across my knees and spank her ass red for not listening to me.
Emma huffs out a breath before leaning back in her seat. Her eyes somber and her face relaxes. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
That’s the real question, isn’t it?
I give her the most honest answer I can. “I don’t know why, but you belong to us now.”
“I belong to no one.”
I force a smile on my lips before leaning into her. I’m close enough for my breath to fan across her skin when I say, “Keep talking, and I’ll remind you who you belong to right here, where everyone can see.”
Her breath hitches and her shoulder goes stiff again. I run my hand across her shoulder until my fingers wrap around her slender throat. I can feel her pulse quicken under my now gentle touch.
She remains completely still as I brush my lips over her cheek, peppering kisses over her face and jawline.
“Stop,” she whispers breathlessly.
I ignore her half-hearted plea and press my lips to hers. Her mouth opens almost immediately, inviting me in to taste her. I let my tongue slip past her lips, where I meet hers in a passionate dance.
She tastes exquisite, like mint and something sweet. With my eyes closed, I drown everything else out and concentrate on our kiss. My dick strains against my zipper as a soft moan comes from Emma.
I’m about to rip off her clothes and bend her over the table in the middle of the library when someone next to us clears their throat loudly. Before I can even open my eyes, someone kicks the leg of my chair.
With a frustrated groan, I pull away from Emma to look at who interrupted us. Fuck . I think when I look at Preston scowling at me with accusation in his eyes. Shit, I broke our rule, or at least I was about to.