11. Easton #2
I settle between her legs, dip my head, and take one of her taut nipples into my mouth.
Her moans drive me to suck harder before moving to the other, giving it equal attention.
I grab the hand Cat is using to pleasure herself, bring it to my lips, tasting of her once more, and growl.
At the same time, I bring her leg to rest on my hip and bury my cock inside her tight pussy.
"I'll never get enough of you," I admit, rocking my hips, moving in and out of her.
Outside, rain pours down, pelting against the roof. I crave her like nothing else. She is like an out-of-control wildfire that consumes me. Her walls flutter around my cock. "Don't stop." Cat grips my ass, wanting me to fuck harder.
"I don't plan on stopping until your legs are quivering and you're screaming my name." A few seconds later, an orgasm rips through her body. Her pussy strangles my dick. Electricity shoots down my spine and curls my toes as I spill my seed inside her.
We lie there for some time, just listening to the rain fall outside.
"Come here." I tug on Cat, bringing her body on top of mine just to look at her.
My cock hardens again, and Cat rocks her hips, rubbing her already wet pussy against it, and I hiss.
She raises, aligns the head of my dick at her entrance, and slowly sinks.
She takes control, pinning my arms down, and then proceeds to use me to get herself off again.
"That's it. Take what you want, baby." Cat's walls tighten around my dick as she alternates between slow, drawn-out up-and-down motions.
She brings me to that "almost about to come” moment several times before suddenly not moving a muscle.
And just when I grab her by the hips to roll us over, Cat's hips move again, and her pussy squeezes my dick tight.
"Fuck," I growl through clenched teeth as I have the most intense release of my life.
Lights flicker behind my eyelids, my calf muscles lock up, and I forget how to breathe.
At this moment, my only thought is I'm going to marry this woman.
The aromatic smells of bacon and vanilla pull me away from a peaceful sleep. I reach for my woman, but the space beside me is empty. She's probably downstairs fixing breakfast. I breathe in deep as I stretch, inhaling the scent of her flowery perfume that still lingers on the nearby pillow.
My phone rings. In no big hurry to answer, I lazily toss the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed.
My feet contact the wood floor, warmed by the sunlight shining through the window, and I curl my toes against the surface.
The phone stops ringing but starts again.
I sigh and grab it from the nightstand. It's Miles calling. "What's up?"
"How're things in small-town USA?"
My mind drifts back to last night. "Couldn't be better."
"I bet. Listen, I need you to take a drive to the city."
I stand, cross the room, and start throwing some clothes on. "Okay."
"The police need you to fill out some paperwork on the break-in, and you need to pick up your cat. I have a last-minute meeting with Greg McDowell first thing tomorrow morning, so I fly out to L.A later today."
"Alright." I glance at the time. "I'll see you before lunch."
"Perfect. Safe travel, and I'll see you later," Miles says, then ends the call.
I finish dressing then head for the bathroom.
After taking care of business, I head downstairs toward the kitchen, where I find Cat along with the Kings' women placing trays of food onto the large farm-style table where the men and Cat's grandpa sit drinking coffee.
I make a beeline for my woman, who is warming pancake syrup in the microwave.
I snake my arm around her waist, brush her long hair to the side and kiss her neck. "Morning."
"Hey."
"You should have woken me sooner." I breathe her in.
"You were sleeping so well." She spins to face me. "I planned on waking you to eat." She smiles, then I kiss her. The microwave dings, and I reach around her, taking the syrup from inside.
Quinn rubs his hands together the moment I set the syrup on the table, then snatches it.
"She warms the syrup first. You're a lucky motherfucker, Easton.
" He bobs his head while pouring it onto his stack of pancakes.
"You know you've found a queen when a woman goes out of her way to feed you like a king.
Take it from me." Before he stabs into his food, Quinn turns to Emerson, grabs her chin, and smashes his lips with hers. "I speak from experience."
Emerson rolls her eyes yet smiles. "You're impossible."
"Yeah, but you love me." Quinn shoves a forkful of food in his mouth.
Jake clears his throat. "I think we'll be heading out today."
I pile some bacon on my plate. "What time?"
"Late afternoon," he tells me.
"Good. I need to make a drive to Seattle after breakfast." I turn to Cat. "What's your pet policy? I need to swing by Miles' place after dealing with paperwork at the police station to get Gizmo."
Cat laughs softly. "Gizmo is more than welcome to stay with you here." Her forehead creased. "Does going to the police department have anything to do with your apartment break-in?" Shit. I didn't think when I mentioned that part. I close my eyes and wait for it.
"Break-in?" I hear the worry in Emerson's voice.
"Yeah. Someone trashed my apartment," I tell her.
"Is this linked to the stalker shit you're dealin' with?" Jake asks, and now I have every set of eyes on me.
I look to the ceiling. "They believe so."
"When you say 'they,' who are you referring to?" Emerson inquires.
"Lev, Miles, and the police. The place was trashed, but nothing looked to be taken, and there were no signs of forced entry," I explain.
"Didn't security footage pick up anything?" Reid asks.
I shake my head. "Nothing unusual."
"I don't like this." My sister frowns.
There's nothing I can say that will make her feel better. "Miles had someone go by and install cameras inside the apartment. If it happens again, we'll catch the person. In the meantime, I have men investigating and have full confidence in them that they will find who the culprit is—promise."
"I'm riding to Seattle with you," Cat states.
I twist in my seat and face Cat. "I don't want to put you in the middle of this mess."
"You're here, in my home, on vacation because of this obsessed person's threats," Cat folds her arm, and the action pushes her breast up. My eyes drop to her cleavage. "I'd say it puts me in the thick of it." I say nothing because she makes a valid point, and it makes me feel like shit.
"I just don't want to risk your safety," I tell her but realize by the look on her face Cat is determined to get her way.
"She's a Callaghan, son. Once we dig our heels in, you can all but guarantee you've lost the battle," her grandad says while buttering a biscuit.
"My Cat is head-strong but also very resilient.
I hold high regard for you wanting to protect her—it's what you should be doing.
However, she can hold her own, too." His eyes land on me for a second. "Let her stand beside you, not behind."
Silverware tapping against ceramic plates is the only sound filling the room for a solid minute before Quinn speaks. "I'm taggin' along." He pauses and looks across the table at Jake. "You cool with that, Prez?"
Jake runs his palm down his beard. "Wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of eyes keeping watch over a member of our family."
I don't question or refuse the offer of added security, especially since Cat will be accompanying me. "Thanks," I tell them.
"No thanks needed, brother. We take care of our own," Jake states.
An hour later, we hit the road with Quinn traveling, without my sister, close behind us. Most of the ride is spent in comfortable silence, with Cat's hand in mine. The simplicity of her touch, along with the music drifting from the radio, make the short trip perfect.
Quinn walks up to the truck once we finally find a place to park. "I'm gonna hang outside."
"It shouldn't be long. I'll need to swing by my apartment before heading to Miles' place to grab a few things." I give him the heads up.
"Alright, brother." Quinn nods and walks back toward his bike.
I take Cat by the hand, help her from the truck, and we stroll across the street into the police precinct. After we walk through metal detectors, the clerk sitting behind the protective glass greets us. "How can I help you?" The female cop looks up from her computer screen.
"I'm here to see Detective Wilkerson."
"Name?" the officer asks.
"Easton Evans," I say, and her eyes widen.
"The Easton Evans, frontman for East of Addiction?"
"That would be me." I give her a smile, and her eyes cut to Cat.
"Umm." She looks around. "Could I have your autograph? My daughter is a huge fan."
"Sure." The officer passes me a blank police department letterhead. "What's your daughter's name?" I ask.
"Harper. Her sixteenth birthday is next week," she tells me, and I start signing. "She's going to lose her mind."
Happy Sweet 16, Harper!
Easton Evans.
"Thank you. Oh, and please sign in." She slides me a clipboard. "Wilkerson's office is on the second floor at the end of the hall on your right." She smiles again then Cat and I walk away and head for the elevator.
"Sorry about that," I say as we step inside, and the door closes.
"Why?" Cat pushes the number two button on the control panel.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"I'm not. I understand what you do for a living. Even though I've never been involved with the lifestyle, I'm going into this relationship with eyes wide open, Easton," Cat says.
"Come here." I pull her to me. "How'd I get so lucky?" I gaze upon her face and run the pad of my thumb across the freckles on her skin.
"Kiss me already," Cat orders.
"You don't have to tell me twice." My lips press firmly against hers.