16. Chapter Sixteen
Every nerve in my body is on fire with Easton’s touch.
My pussy is throbbing with my oncoming release and even with the music playing softly in the background, there’s no way I’m going to be able to muffle my screams when I soar over the edge. That’s what this man does to me. I rock my hips into his face, desperate for more of his tongue and his chuckle vibrates against me.
His finger is moving in sync with his tongue and it sends stars shooting through my vision. Within moments, I’m crying out into the room all while praying Bethany can’t hear me from upstairs. He doesn’t seem to care though because his assault on my pussy doesn’t stop, not until my legs sag and fall from his shoulders.
Easton stands up and pushes his pants down. His dick bobs out, reddened and hard and I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip at the sight. I stare at his thick length as if I’ve never seen it before and his soft chuckle forces my gaze back up to his.
“Tell me stop, Red,” Easton rasps as he stands in front of me. “We can’t come back from this.”
Instead of answering him, I lean forward and press my lips to his. It’s soft at first as we both try to figure out what I’m trying to say, then he deepens it until our teeth are clashing into each other.
Everything about this moment is surreal.
The way his touch makes my skin pebble and tingle in its wake, how easily my eyes follow his movements as he gently trails his fingers over my body, and the sounds he forces me to make as his lips press against the column of my throat.
He tugs at the hem of my tank top, urging me to let him push it over my head, and I lift slightly to help him get it off. The cool air against my breasts only lasts a few seconds before the warmth from his body takes over and it doesn’t dissipate when his heated gaze latches onto my hard nipples.
I let my eyes fall shut as he swirls his tongue over one, then he moves to the other and gives it the same attention. A soft moan escapes my lips and I arch my back into him.
“More,” I say breathlessly.
Easton lifts up, kneeling in front of me, then the sound of foil ripping interrupts the music filtering into the room. Once he has the condom on, his heated gaze lands on mine and he inches closer to me. “We can’t come back from this.”
Maybe he thinks if he repeats the words I’ll end up backing out, but he’s dead wrong about that. I bring my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me, showing him that I’m in this, and he closes his eyes briefly before slowly sinking himself into me.
When his eyes open back up, there’s a million different emotions swirling in his eyes – desperation, desire, fear, and, very briefly, regret. The last one almost has me pulling away from him. The regret doesn’t last long though, as it’s soon replaced by all the other emotions, and I let the moment take over. His hips rock into me, hitting me in just the right way and I can’t hold back moan after moan.
Easton Gentry knows exactly how to use what the good Lord gave him, that’s for sure, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to look the other way anymore. We aren’t even finished and I’m already desperate for him, addicted to how perfectly he fits with me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, then glances at me with a frown. “I’m not going to last much longer, Red. You feel too fucking good.”
His thumb grazes my clit, the lightest touch, and sends a million lightning bolts flooding through my system.
“Come for me, baby. I want to hear you cry out with my name on your lips,” he whispers, his thumb still working over my clit in the most glorious way as he continues thrusting into me. The muscles in his arms are bulging as if it’s taking every bit of his strength for him to hold back his own release and it’s the sight of the veins trailing up his arms that has my legs shaking.
“Yes, Easton!” I cry out, letting the release take over my body.
Easton’s movements become jerky as he lets his own release go, spilling into the condom that separates us.
I’m still breathless as Easton pulls out of me slowly, then walks over to the adjoining bathroom to discard the condom. There’s a moment when he walks back into the room and starts pulling his boxers back on when I think he’s going to walk out and leave me here alone, but I’m stunned when he slips under the blankets with me.
There’s a beat of silence as we get our breathing under control and then he turns on his side to face me.
I turn my head, choosing instead to look up at the ceiling, and Easton lets out a long sigh beside me. “I can’t get you out of my head, Red.”
It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside to hear him say that aloud, especially knowing how difficult it is for him to say it. “Where do we go from here?” Although I hate to ask, it’s a question that needs to be answered.
I want to say that I’d lay here and wait for him as long as it takes, but am I really willing to do that? What if it takes another ten years and the idea of having my own children has passed me by? There are so many things that could prevent us from making this work, even if it kills me to think about it.
Easton’s shoulders lift beside me as he says, “I don’t know, Autumn, I just know that I can’t get enough of you and I find myself missing you when I’m away. It scares me.”
I don’t say anything because I’m only making myself more vulnerable if I tell him how I feel. I turn over to face the large window and give my back to Easton before closing my eyes. I sigh contentedly when Easton turns too, his arm dropping over my waist and pulling me tight against him. It feels so right to lay in bed with him like this.
I wake up the next morning confused, noting the large body that’s plastered against my back, and then I remember the events of last night and I sag into Easton’s hold. A soft snore escapes his mouth and I chuckle at the sound, then look over my shoulder at him.
There’s something incredibly sexy about a guy sleeping, or maybe it’s just Easton? Either way, I’m already aroused at the sight of his mouth parted and his blonde hair tousled against the pillow. His legs are entwined with mine, like they are trying to keep me from moving away from him, and it makes my lips twitch with a small smile.
As softly as possible, I untangle my legs from his and lift from the bed with one last glance in his direction before heading into the bathroom. After a quick shower, I brush my teeth and come to a halt when I return to the bedroom and notice the bed is empty and Easton’s clothes are no longer on the floor.
I frown at the sight, then shake my head. Aren’t he and I over this? After last night, I thought for sure that he’d act more mature about everything and at least give me the benefit of the doubt. Talk to me before just disappearing.
It won’t surprise me if I walk out of here to find that he’s left, once again, for a job out of town. I roll my eyes and tug my clothes on with tears stinging the back of my eyes, then I calmly walk into the kitchen. Bethany is sitting at the island, her eyes shining when she sees me, and I give her a small nod in greeting.
To my surprise, Easton is standing at the stove shirtless and flipping something in a skillet as I take a seat next to Bethany. She leans over and whispers, “He’s trying to make pancakes.”
Easton chuckles from his place ahead of us and says, “I heard that. You think you could do better?”
Bethany clears her throat and smiles. “Not me, but I’m sure Autumn can give you a run for your money.” When she turns to look at me, I narrow my eyes at her because I know exactly what she’s doing and I’m going to kill her – not literally, obviously, but still.
“Be my guest,” Easton rasps as he turns and leans forward on the island, the veins in his arms appearing in the most delicious way.
I’m caught off guard for a moment, lost in the sight of his bare chest and Bethany nudges me out of my thoughts.
“You asked for it,” I say with a smile. When I see the pancakes that Easton has already finished, I choke out a laugh. “What the heck are those?”
I pick up one hard piece of batter and tap it against the counter, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen, and Easton crosses his arms over his chest. “Pancakes,” he says defensively.
“Go sit down,” I mutter, then shake my head with a smile. “I’ll get breakfast this morning.”
And that’s how I find myself wanting it to be like this every morning with the two of them.