10. Easton
EASTON
The heavy iron gates of my primary estate swing shut, locking out the noise, the violence, and the lingering ghosts of a syndicate that will never touch my Stella again.
Miller and the rest of the boys handled the cleanup at the timber yard, coordinating with the federal contacts we still have in our back pocket to sweep up the remaining pieces of the broken network.
For weeks, every breath I’ve taken has been hitched to a silent, hyper-vigilant terror—calculating angles, checking blind spots, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
As I kill the engine of the SUV and look across the center console at Stella, the crushing weight finally evaporates.
She’s exhausted, her shoulders slumped with the delayed crash of pure adrenaline, but she’s unharmed. She’s breathing. She’s mine. My protective instinct shifts from a frantic, snarling defense into a profound, possessive peace. The threat is gone. Completely eradicated.
I cut the lights, step out, and round the hood before she can even reach for the door handle. I pull it open, unbuckling her seatbelt with steady hands, and sweep her up into my arms. She gasps softly, looping her arms around my neck and burying her face against my shoulder.
"Easton," she murmurs, her voice thick with fatigue. "I can walk."
"Just let me carry you,woman," I growl, my voice vibrating against her chest as I carry her up the stone steps and straight into my master bedroom. She lets out a soft but genuine laugh that melts away some of the tension in my muscles.
As soon as we’re inside the room, I set her down and press her body against the closed door, unable to wait a single second longer to touch her.
Our lips meet, softly at first, as I cup the side of her face to keep her close to me. I deepen the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and coaxing her to open up for me. I sweep my tongue inside and get my fill of her sexy, sweet little mouth, groaning when her tongue tangles with mine.
My hands drift down her body, tracing over her curves and massaging them in appreciation. Stella tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, moaning into my mouth as one of my hands slips under the waistband of her pants.
When my fingers brush over the wet fabric of her panties, Stella breaks the kiss to gasp for air. I nuzzle her neck and blaze a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her pulse point, licking that spot over and over while rubbing circles over her clit, through her panties.
I pull the wet piece of fabric to the side and dip a finger into her soaking folds.
We both groan at the contact. God, her silky, wet heat feels like heaven.
Stella’s hands slide down my chest, where she grips my shirt and buries her face into the side of my neck, panting for air as I rub furious circles over her clit.
My other hand grasps the hair at the base of her neck to pull her head up so I can kiss her. I slam my mouth down on hers while plunging two fingers deep inside that tight little cunt, loving the way her walls immediately clamp down around me.
Grinding the heel of my hand on her little bundle of nerves, I pump in and out of her and push her right up to the edge of her climax in no time. I need to see her come against the door, and then I need to see her come a dozen more times in my bed.
Stella tosses her head back, hitting it against the door. I chuckle softly and then kiss her exposed neck, nipping at all of her sensitive spots I’ve discovered in our time together. Her mouth is right next to my ear, her hot breath teasing my skin as soft whimpers fall from her lips.
Her legs shake, her breath catches in her throat, her nails dig into my chest, and then she cries out her release. I capture her lips with mine, swallowing her sexy sounds until they become a part of me.
My hand fills with her release, and still, I keep going. She's shaking now, so much so that I have to hold her up with my other arm, but I can't stop fingering her. I bring her up and over again before Stella's legs give out completely. I gather her up in my arms and kiss the top of her head.
“Beautiful, love. So fucking beautiful,” I whisper into her hair.
Before she gets a chance to fully recover, I scoop her up and toss my woman onto my bed, grinning to myself when she laughs. She’s this sweet, inquisitive, sexy, smart, gorgeous woman that for some reason, chose me.
I strip Stella down slowly, taking time to kiss her ankles, behind her knees, her belly button, her beautiful breasts, and the hollow of her neck.
When I’m satisfied with the number of kisses I’ve left on her skin, I quickly rid myself of my clothing and lie next to her on the bed, turning her toward me so we’re facing each other.
Our eyes lock, so many unspoken words passing between us.
Pulling her toward me with a hand on the back of her neck, I kiss her softly.
Reverently. Stella sighs into my mouth and moves closer to me so she can rub her hot curvy body against mine.
I feel her hard nipples scrape against the smooth skin of my bare chest as her kiss grows desperate.
In one swift move, I turn us so she’s on top of me, the entire weight of her body pressed against mine.
We’re skin to skin, chest to chest, heart to heart as our tongues tangle together.
My hands roam up and down her back and then grip her perky ass, squeezing her cheeks and spreading her apart before dipping a finger inside and stroking her most private hole.
I fucking feel her tight asshole pucker and pulse for me as I continue to rub it rhythmically. Stella gasps and looks at me, though not with shock. She stares at me with unquenchable lust.
“Fuck,” I grunt, massaging her tight ring of muscles and feeling her quiver against me. “You like me playing with your tight little asshole, Stella?”
Before she can answer, I press just the very tip of my finger inside and watch as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut. Stella moans loudly and presses back against my finger, inching me deeper inside of her.
“Jesus,” I growl. “I need inside of you, sweetheart.”
Her eyes snap open and she nods enthusiastically, pressing back against my hand even more.
I groan but then chuckle at her eagerness. "Not today, Stella. I need to stretch you out, baby. But right now I need inside your dripping pussy. Can you do that for me? Can you ride my fat fucking cock till we both get what we need?"
“Yes,” she whispers, sitting up on her knees and stroking my thick dick, already weeping for her.
She positions me right at her tight entrance and then drops down, taking all of me and making us both cry out.
“Shit, you feel incredible” I groan as she balances herself by placing both hands on my chest.
“You, too,” she whimpers.
Stella lifts herself up and swivels her hips, massaging my cock with her silky wet pussy before sliding back down and grinding against me once fully seated. Again and again she takes all of me inside of her, each time drawing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
With my finger still deep inside of her ass, I begin pumping in and out, in time with the way she’s riding me.
I add another finger and scissor them to stretch out her tight as fuck little hole.
Stella shivers deliciously for me and clamps down around my fingers and cock.
With my free hand, I reach out and play with her breasts, which are bouncing in front of me.
“Love these gorgeous fucking tits, Stella.”
She looks away from me as if my compliment was too much. I grip her hips and still her movements before tugging on her wrists, making her fall into my chest. I place one hand back on her hip and the other at the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me.
“You’re perfect for me,” I whisper into her lips right before kissing her.
I place both of my hands on her hips to keep her pinned to me, and then I grind my swollen cock inside that snug little pussy of hers until I hit her G-spot and her limbs spasm on top of me. Again and again, I rub up against it until she's shaking and gasping for air.
Stella rests her forehead on mine and claws at my shoulders as her orgasm rolls through her. She bucks her hips, each wave of her release making it easier for me to slip deeper and deeper inside of her.
While she’s still riding her high, I flip us over and pound into that pussy, forcing another orgasm out of her, this one quick and powerful, stealing the air right out of her lungs.
“That’s it, fuck, Stella, you feel so good, goddamn,” I growl, filling her up and hitting home with each stroke.
Home. That’s what this is. She feels like home.
Her fingers dig into my ribs, ripping me out of my thoughts and forcing me to be here with her in the moment. I crash my lips down on hers, pouring out all of the things I can’t seem to express any other way.
Stella hooks her ankles behind my back and clings to me while I ram my dick in and out of her, needing more, needing every fucking thing she has to give.
I thrust harder, harder, harder. Her body tightens, flexes, tenses over and over.
Her back arches, her pussy contracts, and her orgasm rips through her like an explosion.
It’s the most exquisite thing, feeling her orgasm from deep inside of her.
I fuck her through it, unable to stop. I feel her go off again and again, moaning and writhing in pleasure.
It pushes me right over the edge. I come in powerful, almost painful waves, deep inside her tight little pussy. Goddamn, it’s perfect.
Finally, I collapse, completely spent and gulping down air into my burning lungs. I roll over, dragging a sweaty, limp Stella across my chest. She curls up into my side and kisses my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder
I cup the back of her neck and massage her gently, relaxing as she melts into my embrace.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
My heart stops at her whispered words. Stella tenses in my arms, but I tilt her head up and make her look at me. I see it all in her deep green eyes. Love, lust, adoration. I don’t deserve it, but fuck if I’m ever going to let her go. She’s mine now. She already agreed.
“I thought I was too broken to love,” I admit, rubbing my nose against hers. “But when I found you hunting for files in my office, I knew I was going to keep you no matter what.”
A soft smile touches her lips, making her face glow. “You knew even back then?”
“The instant my eyes landed on yours, I was completely done for,” I confirm. “I didn’t know what love felt like or how to express it, but with you… with you, it just felt right. Natural. Like I can finally breathe with you by my side.”
“Easton…” Her eyes water, but no tears fall. She looks at me with a reverence I don’t deserve. “I thought I was too broken to be loved,” my girl whispers. “But you stayed by my side, you kept every promise, and you never left, even when I gave you every reason to.”
“That’s not happening,” I growl.
Stella opens her mouth to say something else, but I cut her off with a kiss. It starts off slow, and exploratory, but then I angle her head and deepen the kiss. I give her all of my unspoken words, hoping to convey what she means to me with every breath, every stroke of my tongue.
When we finally break apart for air, Stella rests her forehead on mine.
I nudge her head up, drinking in her green eyes shining in awe.
“I love you, Stella. With every part of me. Forever. This is my promise to you, beautiful. I will be the one you can trust, the one you can depend on no matter what.”
She smiles softly at me and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Thank you for loving me,” Stella murmurs. “I promise to fill your life with more sass and sarcasm, and hopefully some laughter and sweetness, too.”
"Stay," I say, the command bubbling up from deep in my chest. Stella’s lips curl into a slight smile and my brutish demand, much like they always do. Still, I continue. "Don't go back to your apartment. Don't go back to chasing shadows alone. Stay here. With me. Permanently."
Her smile widens, radiant and entirely unreserved. She shifts upward, pressing a warm, lingering kiss right over the jagged scar cutting through my eyebrow, then down to my lips.
"I was hoping you'd ask," she whispers against my mouth. "I'm not going anywhere."
She sighs contentedly as I draw her back into my chest and bury my face into the side of her neck, breathing in her calming, sweet vanilla scent. We are bound, skin to skin, soul to soul, in a way that time can never undo.