6. Easton
EASTON
The logs from the security perimeter flicker across my tablet in a steady stream of green code, but I’m barely seeing them. My mind is still back in the car. Still tasting the frantic, defiant heat of her lips against mine before I had to break away and get us to safety.
The safe house is buried deep in the treeline, a secluded cabin wrapped in layered counter-surveillance and dead zones. It’s impenetrable. Safe. But inside these four walls, the air feels heavy and completely charged with the aftershocks of that kiss.
For the last three hours, I’ve kept myself moving.
I checked the window locks, reinforced the secondary perimeter, and inventoried the rations.
Anything to keep from looking at her for too long.
Seeing Stella fierce and unbroken, yet wrapped in a vulnerability she tries so hard to hide has completely shattered whatever restraint I had left.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floorboards if you keep pacing," her voice cuts through the quiet of the cabin.
I pause by the counter, my dark gaze tracking over to where she sits. She looks small against the heavy rustic furniture, but there’s nothing small about her presence.
"Just ensuring we're locked down," I tell her, my voice rougher than intended.
Stella looks down at her hands, her shoulders dropping just a fraction. The tough exterior she wears like armor slips, exposing a raw edge that makes my chest tighten.
"I'm not used to this," she says softly, almost to herself.
"Someone else standing between me and the fire.” I freeze, not wanting to miss a single word.
“I’ve spent my whole life fighting to uncover the truth, Easton.
Because when you grow up realizing the people supposed to protect you are the ones spinning the lies...
you learn quickly that trust is a luxury you can't afford.
" She looks up, her eyes wide and painfully honest. "It’s hard to let someone else handle the perimeter. "
A fierce, protective devotion roars to life in my veins, hot and absolute. I don't say a word, but a silent, ironclad vow cements itself in my chest: I will destroy anyone who has ever made her feel unsafe. I will burn the world to ashes before I let anyone hurt her again.
The emotional weight in the room shifts, breaking the final barrier between us. I stalk toward her, the hungry, dominant intentions pouring from my eyes. Stella peers up at me, nibbling her bottom lip as I approach.
I reach out, my thumb brushing against her chin to coax her bottom lip out from the prison of her teeth. When I see her full, juicy, glistening lips, I can’t help but cup the back of her neck and pull her into me for a taste.
Stella wraps her arms around my neck, letting me lift her off the couch while tangling my tongue with hers.
She automatically wraps her legs around my hips, and I groan at the wet heat of her pussy rubbing against my abs.
I can feel her need even through the clothes we’re wearing, which will need to come off as soon as possible.
“Love your sexy fucking body,” I growl as I set her down in front of the bed in the main room. “Will you let me see all of you? Can I touch you, Stella?”
I reel in my primal lust enough to clear the fog. This is important, and I can’t let my reptile brain make the calls.
She nods and pulls me in for another kiss, but I pause. Stella furrows her brow in confusion, and I tuck her hair behind her ear before gently rubbing worried crease between her brows.
With a monumental effort, I soften my voice so I can speak to her like a human instead of roaring like the caged lion I feel pacing inside of me. “I need you to tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you want this. I will never take advantage of you or your trust.”
Stella brings her hand up to the side of my face, her fingertips grazing across my cheek and sending a shiver down my spine. “I trust you, Easton. I… I’m still getting used to all of this,” she tells me, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Trusting someone?” I guess.
“Well, yes, that and…” her cheeks turn pink and then red as she breaks eye contact.
“And?” Holding my breath, I wait for her answer. If she wants to stop, I would, no questions asked.
“Um, you know… this.” Stella motions between the two of us, then raises her eyebrows as if to make a point. When her emerald green eyes meet mine, I know exactly what she’s confessing to.
“Are you telling me I’ll be the first person to see you like this? To touch you and taste you and watch you unravel?”
I can be a possessive motherfucker, but knowing I’m her first, only, and last takes it to another level. I’m practically salivating as I map out her curves hiding behind the baggy shirt of mine she’s wearing.
“Only you,” she confirms. Stella takes a step back, making me question what she wants to do. I’ll follow her lead. I never want to make her uncomfortable.
When she smiles at me, there’s no doubt what she wants.
That spark in her eyes has liquid fire singeing my veins.
I watch with rapt attention as Stella takes out her hair tie, letting her gorgeous hair out of its tight braid.
She shakes her head, and the strands fall around her shoulders, wavy and luscious and begging for my fingers to comb through them.
Stella starts to undress, but I take over before she gets too far. “Let me,” I say, my voice low and rough. She nods, and I lift the shirt off her body, revealing her perfect fucking tits. Jesus, I want my cum painted on her skin and dripping from her nipples. How depraved is that?
Before my mind can run away with anymore caveman thoughts of marking her, I loop an arm around Stella’s waist and nuzzle into the side of her neck.
She tilts her head back giving me more room to kiss and lick her slender column.
I reach her breasts, licking her cleavage and then teasing her nipple with my tongue and teeth.
Stella moans, and I turn my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. I kneel down before her and kiss down her torso, biting at the waistband of her leggings, when I notice something.
“No panties?” I growl
“Maybe I was hoping I wouldn’t need them,” Stella replies breathlessly. She gives me a smirk that belies her innocence, and goddamn, I can’t wait for what’s to come.
“Naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?”
I can fucking smell her arousal, but it’s not enough. Burying my nose into her pussy, I breathe in her scent through the thin fabric, confirming how wet and ready my woman is to be mine..
“Easton, please…”
I hear the desperation in her voice, and fuck, I feel it too. She squeals as I push her lightly onto the bed, but her laughter turns into a moan as I crawl over her body and cage her in with my arms on either side of her head.
Not able to keep my mouth off of her for another second, I take her lips in mine, savoring her taste and eating up her sexy little sounds.
I feel her fingers grasp my hair, tugging, and urging me on.
I drag my lips over her jaw and down her neck, pausing to bite the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder.
Her chest is heaving as she pants and moans so sweetly for me.
I kiss my way down her body but have to rest my head on her stomach to catch my breath and get my dick under control.
The fucker is ready to explode before we even really get started.
Once I’ve calmed down a bit, I hook my thumbs in her leggings and peel them off.
God, her thick thighs would look so good with bite marks on them.
Calm the hell down, I scold myself.
Instead of sinking my teeth into her soft flesh, I drag my lips up her inner thigh, then guide her legs over my shoulders.
Sliding my hands under her ass, I pull her dripping cunt close to my face.
She’s glistening with need. I can see her hard little clit begging me to lick and suck on it. So, I do just that.
“Easton!” Stella cries out, and I can tell she’s already on edge as her arousal gushes from her tight little hole.
I swipe my tongue up and down her slit before spearing it in her entrance.
Stella bucks her hips and digs her nails into my scalp, pushing me further into her sweet perfection.
I love that even though she’s inexperienced, she’s eager to explore and aware of what she wants.
What she needs. What only I can give her.
Her pussy twitches around my tongue as I tunnel in and out of her before moving my attention to her bundle of nerves. I bring her right to the edge and then back off. Again, and again, I wind her up tight only to unwind her before she snaps.
I want her to feel this. I want her to reach it. Pure, deep ecstasy.
Stella whimpers and twists her hips, trying to get the friction she needs, trying to force me to go where she wants me the most. She shakes and tenses with desire, her whole body teetering on the sharp edge of total, mind-numbing bliss.
I scrape my teeth along her swollen clit and feel her shatter for me, completely overcome by her pleasure.
Stella’s cries echo throughout the room, sweet music to my ears.
I lap at her release, feeling it drip down my chin. I fucking love it. Fucking need it. I lick her through it, past her orgasm, deeper than she’s ever been before.
“Easton, ohmygod, Eas—”
She screams as she comes again, her orgasm slamming into her, leaving her gasping for air. I’m addicted to watching her climax. I need more. Need to feel it with my whole body, need to give her pleasure with my dick deep inside of her.
I gently set her legs down and strip off my clothing, revealing my huge, angry cock. Stella gasps, but then spreads her legs for me. I groan at her eagerness, her greedy pussy still pulsing from her orgasms.