After ten minutes of eating, his cell phone went off.
Of course it was Liam.
“You want to tell me the deal is off?” Easton asked.
“No. I’m wondering when you’re going to realize we don’t have secrets. I don’t believe in prolonging what I want. You’re going to need to realize this if you decide to be part of us. I can make all of your wishes and desires come true, Easton, but only if you’re honest with yourself and truthful with me.”
Liam hung up.
Dropping his cell phone onto the table, Easton dropped his head back, wanting nothing more than the world to open up and swallow him.
At every turn and corner, he was fucking up.
He grabbed the letter out of his pocket and slid it open, tearing into it.
It was a single piece of paper.
Easton,
I’m sick and tired of all this shit. If you were any good at anything, you’d be seeing your friends are not really your friends. They only want the company. Your share of it. They will try to take you down, steal your stuff, and spit you back out. I need out of here, and you need to grow some balls.
I didn’t raise a quitter, or did I? Do I need to remind you of what punishment will await if you don’t do as I ask? Get a lawyer and get down here. I’ve got plenty of stories to tell, or I’m going to make sure Axton says goodbye to his wife and kid.
There was no signature. The threats were all the same. He had no doubt his father had some influence on the outside. He’d need to show this to the cops and to Axton.
Everything had gotten so fucked up, and he didn’t know why.
****
Scarlett threw her bag to the floor and growled as she did. She kicked off her shoes, removed her jacket, and slammed the palm of her hand against the wall.
“What did the wall ever do to you?”
“It got in the way,” she said, turning to find her husband without a shirt. “You’re working out again?”
“I’ve got to keep in shape for my young lover.” He winked at her.
“Yeah, right. I don’t see your little plan working at all. Easton wanted me to know the facts of my husband.”
She tried to walk past him, but Liam picked her up and carried her back toward his gym.
“Liam, put me down.”
He slapped her ass, and she sighed. Heat flooded her pussy, and as he put her on the press up bench, she stared at him. He trapped her between his hard body and the bench. His lips felt like a brand against hers.
She banded her hands around his neck, moaning as he slid his hands down her body, cupping her hips.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.
He moved his hips between her thighs, and the hard press of his dick against her core had her moaning.
“Why did we wait five years?” she asked.
“You weren’t ready. Time, Junior, life, it all got in the way, but it meant that you got the chance to fall in love with me instead.” He lifted up her shirt, tossing it across the room, before he pushed her skirt up. It was one of the wraparound skirts, and he unbuttoned it, the skirt sliding open. Next, he tore at her panties, and when he got to her bra, she helped him remove it.
She was now naked for him, spread out.
“You’re the prettiest feature in my gym.”
He sat down and rested her legs over his. Liam stroked his fingers down her sides, his thumbs rubbing across her full hips.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” he said. “I wish I didn’t have to wait, but for five years, I’ve made you mine. I showed you how to trust me.”
“And I fell in love with you. I never lied when I told you my feelings. They’re all true.”
“You own my heart,” he said.
“It’s not enough though. You want more.”
“I always want more.” He stroked his fingers through her wet flesh. “And you deserve it as well. If Easton was here right now, he’d be able to lick and suck at your tits. Your mouth would be full of his cock, and I’ve got a feeling he’s got a nice big one. I bet you’d choke on it as well trying to swallow as much of him down as you could.”
He thrust three fingers inside her, and she moaned, arching up, wanting more.
“Please, fuck me, Liam.” She would gladly beg for more of him. When he’d told her about his discussion, she had thought Liam was insane to even suggest it. Only now, she saw the potential there.
The kiss she’d shared with Easton, no matter how brief, had meant something. She’d liked the hard touch of his lips against hers, the rush of pleasure being in his arms once again.