Never Letting Go

by Tory Baker

  I take the next step and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet, then I step out of my panties. I’m completely exposed to Easton. This spurs him into action. He yanks his briefs down, and we take in each other’s body. “I’m not sure how that’s going to fit.”

  “Don’t worry, Cam. We’ll make it work.”

  “Did I say that out loud?” I question. He chuckles while he prowls closer to me. I take a hesitant step back. I’m not scared; I just don’t know what to expect.

  “Baby, I’d never hurt you, and if we don’t have sex, we don’t. We’ll wait until you’re ready,” Easton promises.

  “I’m ready, just nervous.” With that, I turn around and crawl up onto the bed. The hiss of breath he lets out tells me he likes what he sees. I’ve never felt this bold before, always trying to blend into the background. With Easton, though, I feel sexy, confident, and he’s right; our souls yearn for each other.

  Once I’m lying back on the bed, Easton crawls up between my legs. I spread them open as he gets to me until his face is even with mine, and I can feel his cock laying in between the lips of my center.

  “Feel me. Let your body get used to mine.” His lips find mine, and our movements are slow at first, my body sinking in pleasure, one slow kiss at a time. I feel the head of his cock hit my clit, and it causes me to rock my hips, both of us working together. When he licks down my throat to the center of my chest, I think he’s going to continue down. He surprises me by finding my nipple. His lips close around the already pebbled bud. I didn’t think it could get harder, but when he hollows out his cheeks, sucking it into his mouth further while rubbing against me, I swear I see stars.

  “Easton.” My hands fist his hair, holding him to me as he wraps my legs around his waist. Then he moves to my other nipple, doing the same thing. My body is on fire. Easton moves his lips down the length of my body, going lower, so low that I lose his length between my legs. I mourn the loss, but when his tongue takes its place, it has me needy again.

  His tongue laps at my clit, and he engulfs my whole center. I feel a finger at my entrance, and it reminds me of the first time he made me orgasm in his truck. I throw my head back, fisting my own hair this time as he teases me.

  “I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to come deep inside you.” His voice is husky with need.

  “I want that, so much.” My hips rock, wanting his tongue back where it was. When I feel him suck my clit into his mouth while he moves his fingers in and out of me, my pussy clenches down, and I come.

  “Oh God,” I scream out. The sensation is overwhelming, and tears leak down the sides of my face. My body is shaking, and I’m mumbling under my breath how amazing Easton is. Even I can hear that between the deep lungful of breaths I’m taking.

  “You’re okay, Cam. I have you.” When I open my eyes, I see his face and the smirk playing on his lips. I know he has me, but I can see the part of him that knows he was the one that caused the best feeling I have ever felt. Knowing me, I probably told him that in a prayer while I orgasmed.

  “I know you do. It’s what I love about you so much,” I admit.

  “Baby, I could tell you everything I love about you, but it would take weeks for me to go through the list. I want you to know this, Cam; I love you,” Easton admits.

  “I love you, Easton Reid.” My voice is just above a whisper. Our lips meet, and we’re kissing deeply. My body is so relaxed when I feel the head of his cock press into my center. I don’t tense up; instead, I relax more. I know Easton would never do anything to hurt me, not purposely, at least.

  “You ready?” He pulls away from my lips, and our foreheads meet, eyes locking. I nod my head, breathing out, “Yes, make me yours.”

  I thought Easton would plunge in hard and fast after that, but he didn’t. Instead, he slowly inched in until he reached my barrier. “This may hurt, but I promise I’ll make it as good as I can for you,” he guarantees.

  He isn’t wrong about the pain; my whole body locks up. “It’s okay,” he coos. His thumb finds my clit, and the overwhelming sensations start to take place. When he feels me relax the hold I have on his arms, that I somehow unknowingly placed there, he starts to move his hips. I wrap my legs back around him, wanting our skin to touch in every possible way.

  He pulls most of the way out until only the tip of his cock is inside me, teasing me with the pressure he’s applying on my clit before he slides back in. This time, I rock my hips along with his. I want to make him come like he’s made me. Easton is always making sure I’m taken care of, and this time I want to be the one to make sure he goes over the edge. I clench down on his length, and he groans, his head tipped back. Our bodies are slick with sweat as our hips move together seamlessly, our gaze holding one another’s as we make love.

  “I want you to come one more time. Can you do that for me, baby?” he questions.

  I moan out my answer, my eyes slowly closing. He rocks inside me deeper and harder, his thumb never leaving my clit as I find my release.

  “Easton,” I groan, and my head falls back as I come. It’s only when I feel him pull out of me that I lift my head. I watch as Easton fists himself. When I see the white ropes of cum coating my body, it makes me clench. I want to feel him as he comes inside me. “God, Cameron,” he moans out as he paints my pussy, my stomach, and some of it even makes it to my breasts.

  He falls to the side of me, and I turn to him, not wanting to miss the look of absolute bliss on his face, knowing I helped create that.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Hey, baby.” His voice has that rasp that I love so much. “We didn’t talk about birth control. Sorry about the mess.”

  “Not that I mind the mess or watching you come, because seriously, that was hot. But I am on birth control. Maybe next time you can come inside me?”

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve all this beauty that you give me. I love you, Cam.” He kisses me before I can reply. He pulls me on top of him, and there isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t miss the way he gets hard beneath me again.

  When we pull apart, I’m finally able to respond to him. “I love you, Easton. You allow me to live, to breathe, and to be myself. I was floating around before I met you, and now I’m grounded. You mean everything to me.”

  His eyes soften, telling me he loves what I said to him. After we’ve both calmed down, Easton gets out of bed, walking buck ass naked to the bathroom without a care in the world. With a body like his, who could blame him? He’s gone for a few minutes, and my eyes slowly close until I feel the bed move and warmth on my body. He cleans me up before he slides in beside me.

  “Thank you for giving me this amazing gift,” he whispers in my ear as he snuggles me. Yes, big badass Easton Reid snuggles. I wasn’t sure if he’d be that type that you read about in romance books, but he is. He turns me so my back is to his chest, his heat radiating between the two us, but one thing I do notice is he’s facing the bedroom door; it makes me think Easton does this to protect me as well.

  I fall asleep feeling loved, safe, and secure in bed with Easton.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Easton

  Having Cameron every which way I could last night until well into the morning was indescribable. She was meant for me; I didn’t want to leave her. Cam’s naked breasts are against my chest, her leg hitched over my hip; it would be so easy to roll her over and slide back inside her or pull her on top of me. Yeah, I want to see her on top of me, riding me, her head tipped back, her chest heaving, and watch as I slide deep inside her. I could play with her pretty nipples, manipulate her clit, or one day soon tease her forbidden entrance.

  Too bad I’m stopped in my way of thinking by my phone ringing. I quietly disentangle my body from hers, grab my pair of jeans off the chair, and head out to where I left my phone last night. It stops ringing, so I slide my jeans on and grab it while walking outside, not wanting to wake Cam unless it’s completely necessary.

  I look at my s
creen’s display and know right away that this is going to be a long damn day. I dial Sheriff Mac’s number back.

  “Hey, Easton, sorry to call you so early. I wanted you to know that Cameron can go back into her house now. We got a few fingerprint lifts; we’ll be running them through the system to see if there’re any hits.”

  “Thanks, Sheriff. You’ll keep me or Slade posted, I assume?” I respond.

  “He’s next on my list to call. Figured I’d give you the heads up first,” he replies.

  “Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Later.” He hangs up.

  I’m pissed as hell over what happened to Cam’s house, but I have to say I love that I’m able to be here for her to lean on when she needs a shoulder. Hell, if I had it my way, her lease would be broken, and she’d move in with me when all my furniture is set to be delivered tomorrow. I’m lost in thought when two warm hands wrap around my middle. Cam’s head rests on my back, and I’m more content now than ever.

  “Morning, baby. Did you sleep good?” I ask, holding her hands with mine.

  “Good morning. I did. The best ever. The only problem is I woke up alone. I’m not sure I like that too much,” she mumbles.

  “If you moved in with me, you wouldn’t have that problem.” I swear my mouth sometimes has verbal fucking diarrhea.

  “It’s too soon, don’t you think?” Cam moves around until she’s in front of me, her back to the railing, my body caging her in.

  “I don’t think so at all. If anything, this life has taught me to live every single day as if it were your last. I don’t want to miss a single day without you by my side.”

  “My lease renews in the next month, but after what happened yesterday, I’m not sure I can go back.”

  My eyes show my happiness. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “Yes, if you’ll still have me, I’ll move in with you. But I’m still paying or contributing somehow. I’m not going to live off of you like some pathetic girl.” She blows out a breath.

  “This is probably the happiest day of my life. No, last night definitely was, but this is definitely a close second. When you marry me, and we have kids, it’s going to have a lot to fight with for my number one slot,” I admit.

  “Well, I guess we have a lot of memories to make.” I take her mouth in mine, my tongue finding hers, wanting and needing her flavor surrounding me. If I didn’t think it would hurt her too badly, I’d take her right here against the balcony railing; eyes be damned. I know she’s tender, so with one last kiss, I let her go.

  “Now that the good news is out of the way, I can tell you the not so great news. We can go back to your place and see what’s worth saving and what we need to throw away. The sheriff said they found a few prints, and they’re running them through records now. I don’t want to get your hopes up because, nine times out of ten, shit comes back inconclusive or it’s from someone who doesn’t have a record.”

  “I guess we’ll just take things as they come. It really freaking sucks, but I have much better things on my horizon. I’m going to take a shower, and then I’ll make us some breakfast.”

  She took that so much better than I thought she would.

  “I’ll make breakfast and coffee, then get in when you get out,” I reply.

  “Or you could join me.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and that’s all that needs said. I’m not one to let anyone lead me around, except when it comes to Cam. I’ll follow her cute little ass around everywhere. That’s how much I’m in love with her. My step falters when I realize how much I love Cameron Ann Greene. There’s no way I’ll ever let someone tell us it’s too fast or too soon. If anything, it makes it where we can start our life out early instead of later.

  My thoughts turn to her walking down the aisle toward me, or maybe she’s barefoot on the beach going for a walk after a long day at work. If there’s one thing I do know, it will be that Cam will work her ass off no matter what she does in life, at home or at work. Yeah, I love the looks of that. Hell, I can take our children to work with me. But first things first, I need to figure out who has a hard-on for my woman, and I need to stop them. Well, after our shower, of course.

  “Are you coming, or are you just going to watch me in the shower the whole time?” Cam asks. She’s completely naked, her body slick from the water, and she’s washing her body.

  “Oh, fuck no. I’m coming, and so are you,” I grunt, tearing off my clothes to join her in the shower. I swore I’d give her today to rest, let her muscles get used to my length, but when she drops to her knees in front of me, I can only resist so long. Last night was the tip of the iceberg when it came to us learning each other’s bodies. From what I feel now, Cam is a fast learner. With her mouth working my cock, my hands are fisted at my sides, trying not to push her to her limits. There’s only so much restraint I have to give.

  I yank her off, grip the back of her thighs, and pick her up before sliding inside her body as I walk to the tile wall. Her pussy clenches around me, and it’s not long before we’re both moaning while we come together.

  “Every time I’m inside you, it’s like coming home.” My voice is raspy, and her body still clings to mine.

  “That’s because we are each other’s home,” she responds. Her eyes are so sweet and soulful. It makes me want to take her all over again.

  “Yeah, we are. As much as I want to stay inside you, I know you’re going to be sore. I’ll get out and grab you some medicine.” I kiss her one last time before lowering her legs, making sure she’s steady on her feet.

  “Thank you.” She places a soft kiss on my chest where my heart is.

  “No, baby. Thank you.” This woman, she humbles me every single day we’re together.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cameron

  I’m so glad the weekend is here. Easton is completely moved in, and I’m working my way through the things that were salvageable from my house, which sadly isn’t a whole lot. I mean, who even goes so far as to rip up books? There is definitely a place in hell for that type of person, not to mention them painting ‘SLUT’ on my walls. That was laughable at best. That’s what I did the entire time we bagged more trash than we saved. I laughed through the tears. I’ve had much less before and still came back swinging. This is just another bump in the road.

  When my landlord found out that my place was broken into, he felt deep remorse and understood that I didn’t feel safe here anymore. It really freaking stinks, but I can’t imagine laying my head down and getting a good night’s sleep. He’s allowing me to break my lease a month early as long as I leave the place clean and paint over the ugly red that was blatantly smeared.

  Easton checked out of the penthouse suite earlier today, before his time was up, too—something I’m sure the hotel frowned about, but they didn’t say anything. I start my maid duties back up again Monday. It’s been a blast not having to clean after everyone, though. I’m sure I’ll have a hell of a time with sore muscles next week.

  “I think we have it all packed, baby,” Easton says as I sweep the floors one last time.

  “Okay then, I guess this is it.” I put the last of the supplies in the closet, leaving them for the next tenant. Then I tie up the trash bag to put it at the curb with ninety-percent of my belongings. I guess the good thing is, whoever did this didn’t ruin my clothes, just everything else.

  I walk around the place I called my home one last time, checking to make sure I haven’t left anything behind.

  I lock the door behind me, dropping the key in the mailbox that’s right by the front door. Mr. Yates, the landlord, said he’d be here around two today, to pick up the keys, and show the place to a new tenant.

  I walk away, leaving a life behind that I barely lived, ready to start on this new adventure with Easton. It might be a bumpy journey ahead, especially with both of our schedules. He’s starting his new business, and I have school and work, but I have a feeling it’ll be the best kind of living there is. />
  We make it back to Easton’s place in no time, offloading my bags of clothes and toiletries. It really sucks that I have nothing to contribute furniture-wise now. Some of my stuff were great finds that I picked up along the way, but like Easton said, we have nothing but time to make this place our own.

  “Can we order pizza tonight?” I ask after I finish unpacking my clothes and putting them away in the dresser and closet.

  “Yeah, I’ll go ahead and do that now. You want a glass of wine?” Easton asks.

  “That sounds great. I’m ready to shower and sit out on the back patio,” I all but moan. Easton’s eyes flame with desire as I talk about a shower. Ever since we had sex that first time, I can’t figure out who’s needier, him or me.

  “If I get in that shower with you, neither of us will eat, so I’m going back downstairs, ordering pizza, pouring you a glass of wine, and getting myself a bottle of beer. So, get your cute ass in the shower and make it quick,” he grumbles, then turns on his heel, making an exit.

  I do as he says, but not because he all but demanded it. No, the reason I’m flying through my shower is so I can relax while Easton and I hold one another out on the new patio furniture he bought for the place. Sure, he had the basics, but Easton went out while I was at school and picked out what has to be the most comfortable set he could find. It has a huge couch, two swivel rocking chairs, and a couple of side tables for us to sit around the built-in fire-pit. Leave it to him not to buy a kitchen table set before he buys outdoor furniture. I laugh as I throw on a pair of soft cotton shorts and a camisole with a built-in shelf bra. If I don’t have to wear a bra, I’m not going to, especially on my day off.

  “Pizza should be here in about forty minutes,” Easton says over his shoulder when I walk out to the back deck. I watch as his eyes blaze with desire.