I tossed the keys in the bowl that sat on a plain black coffee table and reared my leg back to kick the door shut. The place was nice. Hardwood floors and open spaces, but we needed to find the bedroom, which I bet was upstairs. Easton made his way up, groggy and sluggish. And as we climbed, pictures lined the wall of him and his brothers, which made me smile. When we got to the top, it was a huge loft with a balcony on the other side of double doors that overlooked the sea.
It was gorgeous. Easton flopped on the bed and pushed a pillow under his arm, moaning with relief. I looked around his room, nosey, but I wanted to know him. What I found nearly had me falling to my knees.
There were at least a dozen pictures of him and I from when we were kids. One of us at the zoo petting a camel, another at a waterpark on a rollercoaster that both of us were terrified of, you could see it on our faces with how wide our eyes were. The last picture taken of us when we were thirteen or fourteen, and I had been laughing at something stupid Easton had said. That was what it looked like to me. My head was tossed back, my smile was wide with my braces, and Easton gazed at me with all the love in the world.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Then the pictures grew sparse since there was nearly a decade missing from fifteen onward. Still he had my high school graduation picture framed in gold, the black and purple tassel hung in my face. I wasn’t smiling. I remembered the feeling well. I felt like I couldn’t. I didn’t have a reason to smile.
And then my college portrait hung bigger than the rest of them. It was encased in an expensive custom red frame; my smile was wide but not as wide as it was with Easton. My gaze landed on his college picture that was right by mine in a matching frame, and my breath hitched. We looked like scholars that belonged together. He looked so damn handsome, grinning, showing those white teeth. His hair was swooped back like James Dean and that dimple in his chin… I wanted to lick it.
“I’ve always loved you, Luna. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I don’t deserve it, not yet. And I know that… shrine looks creepy, but I’ve only ever wanted to keep up with you. You were the biggest part of my life, and that never changed for me. You will never know how sorry I am for ruining what we had. It eats at me.” He placed his good fist over his heart and pounded his chest. “It fucking ruined me.”
I looked at him the same time he looked at me, and his eyes were red, threatening to shed a tear. Over me? I couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped my purse, and I ran to him, jumping onto his lap and wrapping my legs around his waist. I pressed my lips against his, and I knew he could taste my tears. I was pouring all the pain I had ever felt throughout the years into that kiss. I cupped his face and dragged my nails through his beard, whimpering, either from being set free or feeling the same amount of bombarding emotions he released into me.
That kiss…that kiss was about to lead somewhere that neither of us could erase if we didn’t stop. And I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to rewrite our history. Our teeth clashed, our tongues fought, and my nails teased his skin. His mouth was hot, skilled, and his tongue was silk against mine as he owned me and took what he wanted.
My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I lifted it up and over his head, taking extra time to remove it from his arms, so I didn’t cause him pain. His skin turned white from the pressure of my nails, but the rest of his perfect canvas had an even tan. Easton had grown into a man. No, not a man, a god.
It was like every inch, every ridge, every muscle was formed just for my liking, for my needs, and I couldn’t stop touching him. I admired his torso, the eight-pack abs, the defined chest, the swell of his pectorals, and then there was the V. That sexy cut was sharp against his hips and disappeared under his jeans.
It was Easton’s turn now. He gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. He was face to face with my breasts, and the hot growls radiating from his mouth puffed against my sensitive skin spilling from my bra.
I wore a simple white-laced bra. It was sheer, but I loved the support and comfort. His hands roamed my back, digging his fingers inch my shoulders before they slipped under the straps and slid them down my arms.
My body shook as his fingertips traced the bra, tickling my breast in the most delicious way.
“You’re beautiful,” he growled, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth through the bra, and the hard suck from his lips and the rough scratch of the material made a moan spill from me. A sound I had never made before. I shut myself up, not wanting to sound like an idiot when he shook his head. “I want to hear how you feel, baby. I want all your sounds.”
With one hand, he unclasped my bra, and the only thing that kept my breasts from showing were my arms. He took my bra off with expertise, and suddenly I felt nervous, inexperienced, and kind of stupid for not doing this sooner.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing a finger down my face, looking at me like I hung the damn moon for him or something.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to give away my secret. I was afraid if I admitted it, we would stop. “Nothing, I just can’t believe I’m here with you,” I whispered in the silence of the room and lowered my arms, which allowed my bra to fall, releasing my breasts. The cold air lapped around my nipples and made them draw into tight, small beads.
He groaned and palmed them by taking turns with his uninjured hand. “So goddamn perfect. They fit right in my hands. You were made for me,” he said, speaking what I thought of him just a few minutes ago. His tongue flicked out on my left nipple, and I cried out, loving how good it felt. Why had I never done nipple play before?
Easton pinched the other nipple with his fingers, and the simultaneous stimulation had my body bending backward and crying out for more.
“Would you let me fuck your tits one day, baby?”
I jerked my head forward and stared at him through my innocent eyes. I kn
ew I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. I nodded, licking my lips as I watched his eyes dilate and a change take over him. His skin turned hot, and somehow he flipped me over with his good arm until I laid flat on my back against his bed.
He stole my mouth in another kiss, the claim urgent and selfish. He worked my jeans off and tossed them on the floor, and he smirked as he slid down my body, then shouldered his way between my legs. He ran his nose over my folds, and his eyes closed. He mouthed my sheath over my thong and with a quick tug and a sound of material ripping, my pussy was bare to him
I was bared to him.
I went to cover myself up, but he gripped my arm and pinned it to my side. For a man that only had one arm, he was strong. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded, lowering my other arm to my side. I wanted to listen.
He flipped me onto my stomach, and then he lifted off me, his warmth gone, and the presence of his strength vanished. I cried out for him hungrily, already missing him, when his lips started kissing up my spine. “I’m here. I’m never leaving you, baby.” His thick cock pressed against my ass, and I groaned, pushing back against him for more. “Greedy girl. I don’t think so. Not yet. I need to make sure you learned your lesson when it comes to listening to me.”
Dazed, I turned my head to see what he meant when he let his hand fly through the air and land on my ass. His palm met my ass, creating a hot stinging sensation that had me calling out.
For more.