“Yes, goddammit. You’ll have what you deserve.”
He drops his full weight on top of me, pinning my wrists high above my head. And then he starts to stroke his shaft into me slowly. Achingly slow. A vein stands out in the center of his forehead and his shoulders are bunched with tension, but he trails his tongue up and down the slope of my neck, raking me with the very edges of his teeth, his hips canting up, back, stoking a fire inside me with every groaning entrance into my body.
“Beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispers in my ear. “It’s just that my romance comes nine inches long, baby. You understand, don’t you?”
Caught in a web of lust, I can only nod. Can only lie there and accept the ridged, thick thrust of his manhood, how it occupies me in thorough ebbs and flows, his hands biting into the soft skin of my wrists, his hips chafing the insides of my thighs. “Easton…” I breathe.
“I saw you walk in tonight and I knew you’d break me.” He kisses my neck, breathes hot air into my ear. “And you’re breaking me so good, Scout. This pussy doesn’t even feel fucking legal, you’re wrecking me so good with it. With your eyes, your heart, the way you say my name.” His tempo picks up, like he can’t help it, the muscles in his neck straining. “I’m going to come so hard. You’re going to make me. That’s what you were born to do.”
The raw way he speaks to me, his honesty, the lack of barriers between us builds the flame inside me once again and I whimper, my womanhood starting to quicken around his pumping shaft. More moisture ebbs from my body to slick his way and he feels it, his eyes glazing over, his thrusts turning more insistent. More urgent.
“Ah, Christ. I’m almost there.” He leans down and teases my nipples with the tip of his tongue. “Come on, cutie. Don’t make Daddy bust alone.”
Maybe it’s a little twisted—and definitely unexpected—that Easton calling himself my Daddy opens the dam of pleasure inside me. But it does. And I launch into another shaking fit, my thighs squeezing his hips, my lower body rising to meet his final, frantic drives.
Easton is rough at the end.
Holding me down, burying my face in his shoulder and slamming into me, calling my name hoarsely. His spend is hot and sticky, rope after rope of it fills me up, sliding down my thighs and even splashing up onto my stomach. And still his hips rut me like every drop has to come out, has to be purged or he’ll die. Until finally he rolls onto his side, next to me on the bed, and pulls me into his arms, raining kisses down all over my face, my forehead.
“Are you okay, cutie? Tell me you’re okay. I lost it at the end…”
“I’m okay,” I breathe, stroking his hair. “I loved it. Loved it.”
His exhale bathes my damp neck. “What is the point of owning the night if I can’t stop morning from coming?”
I don’t have an answer for him, so I hold on tight and let him rock me to sleep, silently begging the universe to let me keep Easton Brawn. To let him keep me.
5
Easton
I stare at Scout’s curled fist on my pillow. Let my eyes travel up her arm, her shoulder kissed by morning light. Her bare tits nestled in the sheets, her rosy lips softened by sleep. Angelic. A breeze carries in off the ocean and stirs her hair, but she isn’t roused by the sound of the tide coming in below, waves pounding on the rocks. Almost like she was made for this place. My home. Made for me.
She was.
One day isn’t going to be enough.
Two. I can get away with two.
With a heavy swallow, I climb out of bed, throw on a pair of sweatpants and brush my teeth, making my way down to the kitchen. Am I crazy to take such a chance with this girl? My enemies are always looking for a weakness. A way to exploit me. And I haven’t given them one since the elimination of my brother and best friend. Since they were gunned down in the street right in front of me, their expressions eternally frozen in fear.
There would be no recovering if the same happened to Scout.
Fuck that. If a bullet grazed her, I’d spend the rest of my life deranged.
She’s dangerous to my sanity. A liability.
Then she walks into the kitchen in a borrowed T-shirt with messy hair, blinking at me innocently from behind her glasses and I almost laugh. An adorably nerdy, five-foot-three college student could put a wrench in my billion-dollar operation by shedding one tear.
Jesus.
Scout is staring at me and blushing under the kitchen’s archway. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” She presses her knuckles to her lips, subduing a smile. “I just…after last night…”
My eyebrows go up, heart beating faster. “Are you actually feeling shy?”
She holds up her index finger and thumb, nearly pinching them together. “A little.”
“Come here.”
“No, I’m good.”
“Scout,” I say warningly. “Here. Now.”
I receive an eye roll in response, but she pads her way over to me where I stand at the coffee maker. “It’s just that now I’m thinking about all the things I said in the dark. And all the things that you said,” she rambles. “They sounded perfectly appropriate at the time, but now it’s light out and you…you don’t have a shirt on and…”
My hand cups her cheek. “And?”
“And I can see a lot of what’s happening in your sweatpants,” she whispers, looking up at the ceiling. “Pretty much all of it.”
I look down to find my cock at full mast. Of course it is. Scout is in the room.
Being fucking delicious. Fresh from having her cherry popped.
“And?” I prompt her again, my voice like gravel.
“Well. It’s um…N-Newton’s Law states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and…”
Christ, she is so sweet, she’s going to break me in half. “Is that your way of telling me your pussy is wet, cutie?”
She hums, the color of her cheeks deepening. “But I seriously doubt I can do what we did last night when it’s light out.”
“Oh, you doubt it, do you?”
Her expression is solemn. “Yes.”
I tuck a finger under the hem of her borrowed shirt, tease her belly button with my knuckle. “Would you like to have your hypothesis disproven?”
Scout gasps. “Don’t use science terminology. That’ll only make it worse.”
“Mmmm. Centrifugal force.” Her mouth drops open and I swoop down to the kiss the corner of her parted lips. The move causes her neck to lose power and I dip my head to rake my tongue up the side of that smooth slope, snagging her earlobe in my teeth. “Beta particles.”
So help me God, she can barely catch her breath.
I’m jealous of science.
Or maybe it’s all me turning her on, because her legs almost collapse when I palm her pussy, massaging it firmly through her moist panties. “Easton,” she moans, clinging to my shoulders. “How can that feel so good even when I’m sore?”
The word “sore” wrenches something in my chest.
I barely stop myself from shoving my face into her neck and howling in denial.