Chapter 26 Easton #2
I shake my head, my chuckle resounding through the forest. There’s a heaviness about today, despite what I hope to be a light and fun night for us.
Making sure she’s center to everything, I lower my hands and direct her to open. “Take a look.”
Collie attempts to take a step forward, but jolts the moment her eyes take in what’s around her. “East…”
I love when she calls me that. It’s always when something surprises her. She prefers to call me Easton, which makes this moment all the more special.
Her small hand covers her mouth in what appears to be shock. A good shock. Maybe. Hopefully. She spins to face me, tears filled to the brim in those sea glass eyes I’ve fixated on at the rockiest of bottoms.
“You…how…” Her words are jumbled, and I know I’ve done my job in making her feel worthy. “You did all of this? For me?”
“Every last bit of it is for you.”
Collie reverts her attention, taking in the massive projector Dirty Dan helped me set up to a generator, an old Western movie playing on the screen under twinkling lights.
“Tombstone?” She sighs, stepping closer with giddiness. “It’s been my favorite since I was a little girl.”
I shrug, playing it off while inside my heart is bursting. “Lucky guess. Ben and I watched it a lot growing up with our pops.” The most sincere smile rises at the corner of her lips. Is she thinking about her favorite childhood memories the way I’m now thinking of mine?
“My dad would love this. I bet Ben would, too, if he were here,” Collie tells me with every ounce of compassion she can muster.
How could her mother ever neglect kindness with someone so incredibly rich in love?
“He would. He really would.” While my chest typically aches at the mention of Ben’s name, today it feels calm. Recovered from a never-ending storm. It’s a freeing feeling.
One I think I owe to this beautiful woman before me.
“You did not!” Collie chants, excitement so bold. “Gushers!”
Who knew the thing that would make the tears really fall would be Gushers? Not me, but you won’t hear any complaints.
“Your favorite. See, I’m a great listener,” I proclaim, my smirk at large.
Watching Collie show appreciation to every detail feels like Christmas morning as a kid. Waking up early to see all the gifts under the tree before anyone else has woken.
It’s sacred.
“Oh my god, Easton. This is incredible. I’m in disbelief that you did this for me. For us.”
I round the corner, joining her in the inflatable chair beside her.
Two neon orange lounge chairs directly face the front row seat to Tombstone, while a small table sits between us.
I learned quickly that Collie doesn’t drink much soda, aside from the occasional root beer with her dad, so I secured a six-pack of beer and some sparkling water on ice for us, packed in the cooler on the ground.
On the table is an array of all her favorite chocolates and sweet candies.
Every flavor of Gushers imaginable—even enough to supply her need for sugar on the plane ride home tomorrow. Reese’s, Twix, Kit-Kat, Red Vines, sour gummy worms, and Cheez-Itz Extra Toasty.
I even bothered Sheila to pop some popcorn in their RV microwave just in case Collie wanted something salty with her sweets.
“Don’t be shocked,” I tell her confidently. “You deserve it. I just wanted you to feel special for a night.”
She reaches for my hand. “All I’ve felt this entire trip is noticed by you, and that means so much to me. I can only hope I’ve made you feel the same way. Because you deserve that, too, Easton. Every second of every day.”
Yep. Tomorrow is gonna hurt like a bitch.
“You have. And I can’t take all the credit for this.” I shift my head in the direction of Dirty Dan and Sheila’s RV down the way, spotting them on their porch already waving.
Idiots.
“Dirty Dan helped me with everything.”
Collie gasps. “I knew Sheila didn’t need to suddenly search for every type of blackberry jam she could find close to Yellowstone. That woman was on a goddamn mission.”
I laugh and kiss her hand softly. “It was all a ploy to get you out of here. So, how’d we do?” My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Something I only fucking hoped to do more of after calling off the wedding. And here I am.
Living it.
It was all worth it.
“I’d say you earned yourself a bit of a reward, Mr. Voss. How does that sound?” Her voice turns sultry. Sexy. A double meaning behind her proposition.
“Depends,” I counter. “I’ve been a good fucking boy. The prize better live up to the deed.”
Collie’s eyes search the perimeters of our campsite. “Anyone else out around us?” she asks me.
I shake my head, not willing to risk looking away. “Dan sent them on a couple’s hike. He said, and I quote, ‘Them folks will be out there for hours. Take yer time, son.’ Again, I’m an excellent planner. Kinda surprised myself, actually.”
“Perfect. So, we’re alone.”
I swing my head toward Sheila and Dirty Dan once more, about to signal for them to fucking scram, but they must see Collie rise to her feet.
Dan points his thumb backward, shaking his head as he and Sheila almost fall on top of each other, attempting to run away.
“Get her done, boy,” Dirty Dan hollers across the campsite, causing Collie and me to break out in a chuckle.
“I love them.”
“Yeah…they’re not so bad.” I could keep going. Talk about all the things I’m gonna miss—the views, the people, her—but I can’t. Not when Collie’s clothes are coming off a mile a minute, leaving her buck-ass naked in front of me.
Once again, I’m fully clothed. “How do we always get here? You naked and me still dressed?” I tease her.
“Well,” she draws out, spreading her legs a bit to straddle my lap. “I’m the more experienced one, remember? I like to think ahead. Always two steps ahead of you, Ranger.”
Fuck. She’s a sight for sore eyes.
Collie’s arms wrap around my neck, securing herself against me as I fight for control. I grip her hips, wanting to let her take the lead, but also adamant to show her just how inexperienced I am.
Or so she thinks.
“Celibacy by choice is not the same as inexperience, sweet girl. Did I not fuck you well enough last night to prove that to you?” I whisper against the cusp of her ear.
Shivers rake through her body and once again, she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the weather. But I do. It’s getting colder and colder by day as November comes to an end, and I’d like to make sure Collie returns home with all her working parts.
“I think I could use a gentle reminder.” She grins, taking advantage of our closeness and rubbing her tits across the jean jacket covering my chest. “God, that feels good.”
The way the coarse edges just barely touch her hardened nipples.
“Gentle is the last thing I’ll be, lost girl. But first, let’s get you covered up.” I reach for the thick sherpa blanket beside us and wrap it around her. Thankfully, it’s king-sized, covering her small frame entirely.
“I’m not cold.” Predictably stubborn.
“Liar,” I murmur, my lips finding her chest and peppering kisses across her soft tits. “If I can see your breath, you’re cold. I’d rather suffer from blue balls than have you freeze to death out here.”
“How about you warm me up, then?”
She has no idea what she just started.
A dry chuckle leaves my lips, my voice growing hoarse. “Take my cock out, Collie. You wanna be a devil with horns, I’ll play with your fire.”
Her hands are everywhere, unbuckling my belt and urging my hips upward. With my jeans and boxers lowered, my hard cock springs free, and the acute bite of the air sends a shiver through my body.
I’d like to think it’s awareness. Awareness of the smoke show currently licking her lips at the sight of my long length.
I fist myself, drawing my hand to the tip of my cock. “You wanted to play. So, let’s play, lost girl.” My eyes train in on the way her breath comes out, wavering and erratic, like she can’t concentrate.
My girl is hungry for my cock.
“You want me, Collie?” With one hand gripping my shaft, I use the other to slip my fingers up her open center. A velvety moan rewards my good behavior, her body falling limp onto my shoulder. “You’re already making a mess on me, and I’m not even inside you yet. Thirsty fucking girl.”
“I’ll never get over your size, Easton. Makes me crazy knowing I won’t have you again after today.”
She can’t say things like that. Not now. Not yet. Not ever.
“Then take me.” Without warning, I hold tight to her hips and glide her slick pussy across my cock. Enough to tease her, concentrating on her clit, giving it the most attention, and then sliding back again.
“Oh my god,” Collie moans. Her head falls back at the sensation of my touch, and I draw a nipple into my mouth. “Just like that. Yes, Easton. Yesss.”
Her skin is so soft. Like satin between my lips.
“Now, ride my fucking cock, lost girl. Imprint every vein and ridge inside of you until I’m impossible to forget. There’s no end where you and I don’t find each other again. We’re setting that shit into stone right now.”
Without direction or further action, Collie grasps the back of my neck and lines her center with my length. My spine tingles, and a force of adrenaline rushes through me as I burrow deep.
“So fucking full,” I growl, rocking my hips with our most intimate parts kissing at the hilt. “I love this pussy.”
“I need…I need…”
“I know, baby. I know,” I groan, pulling her lips to mine as we meet each other thrust for thrust. Collie rocks and rotates her hips, looking sexy as hell in all her confidence.
She’s never shy. Never tries to hide herself from me.
And she might just be my toxic obsession. With fire in her eyes and compassion in her heart. Just as much my opposite as my equal. She’s the sum to the equation I’ve spent years working tirelessly to solve.
“More, East. More.”
I feel that, too. Like we aren’t close enough. We need more stability. More everything. “Hold tight to my neck.” She obeys, and in one swift movement, her legs wrap around my center, my cock still deep inside of her as I carry us out of eyeshot to the side of the camper.
The moment her back hits the exterior of the van, I’m on her.
In her. Through her. Thrusting into her tight cunt with every ounce of energy I have left.
I’m claiming this beauty as mine, whether it’s verbalized or not, so that all the men to come who experience the fortune of being inside her will feel me, too.
Feel who I am—who I was—to Collie Meadows.
Every fucking good thing. Just like she is to me.
“Just like that. Fuck me harder, Easton.” With her ass against my arm and the other above her head for stability, I hammer, reveling in how her greedy cries call my name like a prayer.
“Never. Want. To. Leave,” I grunt between thrusts, our foreheads touching and our breathing in sync.
“Touch yourself, Collie. Rub your clit and let’s come together. I want to feel your cunt using my cock for every ounce of pleasure you need. All the good things. They’re yours.”
“Okay. Okay,” she huffs out a breathless moan. I feel her pussy contract the moment she makes contact with her clit, and my thrusting becomes animalistic. My voice is not my own, likely fitting in just fine with the wilderness around us.
Pure lust fuses our bodies, souls, and sounds.
“I’m coming, East. I’m coming. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Never. Right there with you, baby. Let me hear you. Don’t hold out on me.”
“Never,” she whimpers. “Not when it feels this good. This right.”
Those words send me over, Collie following right along with me. “Fuckkkk. I’m coming. God, you’re perfect. Soaking my cock and taking my cum.”
Our lips tangle before our bodies get a chance to settle. We exchange breaths, pleas, hums. It’s a gentle kiss. Opposite of our fucking. This is a carnal exchange between two like-minded humans.
A coveted awakening.
Two people who found a deeper purpose and meaning in the most unexpected of ways. We found a way to be ourselves again, despite everything we’ve lost and gained.
It’s goodbye.
“I…” Collie mumbles. “I ruined your surprise.”
A smile finds my lips. “Never. We can call this the commercial break.” I kiss her quickly before taking a step back to secure my pants in place.
Making sure her blanket is still stable across her back, I wrap her body in its warmth before getting a wet rag from the van to clean her up.
“Let me get you cleaned up, then I’ll feed you. ”
“Sugar and orgasms.” I hear the smile in her voice. “I could get used to this life.”
Unfortunately for me, I could, too.