Taming Eastyn (Stampton College Boys Series Book 1)

by Dawn Doyle

  My fingers trailed down my throat while those thoughts heated my skin, the surface stinging as it prickled. The water shut off and I snapped out of my lustful thoughts of us together, and held my breath as the bathroom door slowly opened.

  My mouth dropped open and my eyes bugged. Eastyn looked sexy as hell from the rain soaking him, his hair dripping wet, but freshly showered and messy over his forehead. My mouth filled so quickly I had to swallow.

  He lifted his hand, pink lace dangling from his fingers and my eyes bugged. “Nice,” he said, nodding and looking appreciatively at the pink lace. His eyes slipped from my bra to my chest. “Pink is definitely your color.”

  And as though my subconscious agreed with him, embarrassment flooded my cheeks, but a lot of that heat flowed south under his darkening stare.

  I stood from the couch and took the few steps between us to take back the underwear I’d stupidly left behind. I raised my hand to grab it, but Eastyn held it higher. “What are you doing?” I asked, reaching again. Eastyn smirked and lifted it way out of my reach.

  I jumped up, and Eastyn twisted backward. My other hand flattened against his chest as I jumped again, my palm pressing over his heart. I stopped fighting and looked at where we connected, our bodies closer together, my breasts almost touching him.

  His hand covered mine, holding it to him as he closed the gap between us. A light thud sounded, but I was too busy focusing on Eastyn’s face to pay attention. His other hand smoothed over my lower back, his fingers splayed, the possessive hold making my knees tremble.

  I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. My body was on fire, every inch of me in flames, burning hotter and hotter as Eastyn’s head dipped down toward mine. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to sooth the ache that I hadn’t felt in such a long time, and never as strong. Eastyn hadn’t done a damn thing, and I was ready to combust.

  “Shay.” Eastyn’s mouth was dangerously close to mine, less than an inch between us.

  I lifted my other hand and stroked my fingers over his chest, his muscles tensing immediately under the tips. I tilted my head back a little, but it was enough to graze my lips against Eastyn’s. That was all it took for me to lose control.

  I moved forward, pressing my mouth against his, my hands balling into fists, gripping his shirt. Eastyn held me closer, his arms banding around me, one hand working up until his fingers ran up the back of my head into my wet hair.

  I parted my lips and Eastyn’s tongue ran over them before taking my mouth again, tilting my head and deepening the kiss. Vibrations from his chest ran through my hands, the noises coming from him spurring me on.

  I moaned into his mouth when our tongues swirled around each other, pulling him closer, smoothing my hands up so I could press myself against his hard body. I gripped his hair and wrapped an arm around his neck as a rush of arousal fired through me. My nipples tightened painfully, the fabric of the T-shirt scraping over my sensitive buds.

  Eastyn’s lips worked my mouth like an expert, nipping and sucking with perfect timing, matching each throb in my core with every flick of his tongue, every pinch of my hard tips in unison with his massaging fingers on my scalp.

  His mouth left mine and my head was pulled back. I sucked in a sharp breath when his lips pressed against my throat, hot, open-mouthed kisses working upward and out, then nipping at the soft skin under my lobe.

  “So, you do like that,” he whispered into my ear, then flicked his tongue against my neck.

  My eyes rolled back and I bit my lower lip as my insides clenched tight, needing more, growing desperate to get lost in the sensations running through me that he’d caused with just his mouth.

  “Eastyn,” I whimpered as I dug my fingers into his skin and the others tightening in his hair.

  He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, his pupils dilated and his mouth glistening. His nostrils flared, then he went in for more, smashing his lips over mine, his kisses demanding, taking what he wanted from me, and I was more than willing as I took exactly what I needed in return.

  His hands dropped quickly, his palms landing on my ass, then he gripped, pulling me hard against him. Heat pooled between my legs when I felt his stiffness press into my stomach. His hard cock twitched, his fingers digging into my flesh as it did.

  “Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth, his forehead against mine. His hands remained on my ass, holding my pelvis against him as though I would run away if he let go. “Damn, you make me lose my fucking mind, Shay.”

  “Is that a good thing?” I asked, circling my fingers through his hair.

  I watched as his brows dipped, his eyes hardening as though he was in pain. “Yeah.” He released me, and effortlessly pulled out of my grip, then scrubbed his hands down his face. “But we gotta stop.”

  The large bulge at the front of his sweats said otherwise. “You don’t look like you want to stop,” I countered, my libido speaking for me instead of my head.

  “You have no fucking idea how much I don’t want to,” he said, his jaw tensing. “But I need you to trust me, Shay.”

  “I do—”

  “No, you don’t—not in the way I need you to,” he snapped. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his joined hands. His eyes met mine. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  My heart broke as I listened to his words, his tone rough like he was finding it hard to speak. “Then don’t.” I walked in front of him and took his hands in mine.

  He looked up, and gone was the troubled expression he’d worn a moment ago, instead replaced with a sadness I’d never seen on him. “I wish it were that simple,” he said. “If it were, I wouldn’t have wasted so much fucking time waiting.”

  I froze. “Waiting for what?” My pulse had begun to lower after he pulled away, but it was quickly picking up speed again.

  “I’m not always in a good place, Shay.” He brought my hands to his mouth and gently pressed his lips to my knuckles. “It’s taken me two and a half years to get here, and the last thing I want to do is fuck this up too,” he said, gesturing between us.

  This was a completely different side to Eastyn, and hearing him talk that way hit something inside of me that I’d locked away years ago.

  “You want me, Eastyn?” My voice barely made it past my lips, and my stomach fluttered inside when his mouth formed a tight smile.

  He nodded, then shifted forward to reach out and grip my hips. His fingers tightened as he gently pulled me toward him. “Today’s been a good day,” he said, looking up at me, his features pinched with concern. “But I know they could be better.”

  “And they should.”

  He sat back, and guided me down to the couch, my back to his front, and our legs against each other as we lay there.

  It was as though I was dreaming. Lying against Eastyn, his arms around me, his fingers drawing circles on my shoulder. Being in his arms gave me a strange sense of peace as though I was being comforted, kept safe; protected. The feel of his body against mine, the ridges of his muscles and the bulge poking into my back kept the flames lit inside of me. My core was on fire, and the burning ache was growing more desperate to be soothed.

  In the silence of the room, I listened to Eastyn’s breathing while feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his strong heartbeat against my back. I closed my eyes, the sounds and movements like a gentle lullaby that I could listen to over and over.

  Eastyn

  My room was empty when I woke up, an uneasy dread filling me when I saw I was alone. Shay’s clothes were gone, and mine that she’d worn were folded neatly on the end of my sofa.

  My door’s unlocked.

  I jumped to my feet and bolted to the door, twisting the lock in place as my heart raced, the sound of my pulse thudding in my ears. My chest tightened and my hands shook, wondering how fucking long I’d been lying there with anybody able to walk past and just open the fucking thing. If anybody had… Fuck, I was terrified o
f what I’d do to them.

  I had to tell Shay not to do that again, but what the fuck would I say if she asked why?

  I hadn’t heard her go; I hadn’t heard the door close behind her. How the fuck hadn’t I? The slightest sound would usually have me jumping to my feet, but I hadn’t heard a goddamn thing. And as though my head had been waiting for the excuse to unleash hell, it had been given the perfect trigger.

  “Fuck, Fuck!”

  I raked my hands through my hair and gripped tight, the tension against my scalp burning, but I pulled harder to distract me from slamming my fists into the wall.

  I can’t have my door unlocked. I can’t. It has to be secure at all times.

  I had to know nobody could get inside; it was for their own safety as well as mine. I wasn’t going to throw away everything I’d achieved by making another stupid fucking mistake.

  I screwed my eyes shut, shaking my head to get rid of the voices that came to me through my cell door, telling me what they were going to do to me, describing in detail how they were going to fuck me up.

  ‘Hey, pretty boy, you think you’re safe just cos you’re a kid?’ Their laughter turned my stomach, the thought of them enjoying hurting a teenaged kid they were supposed to protect made me want to hurl. ‘We’re gonna enjoy teaching you a lesson. You think you’re a big man? Well, we’ll show you you’re just a little boy.’

  I looked down to the white plastic toothbrush in my hand, the handle filed to a point from rubbing it against the hard floor. “Come at me again and I’ll kill all of you,” I said, but they couldn’t hear me. It was just as well, because if that door opened after what I’d said, I wouldn’t be walking out.

  I shook my head to get rid of them, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ground together noisily, the sounds of enamel scraping together going through me.

  “Breathe,” I told myself, counting my breaths in and out in an attempt to slow my heart rate, putting an end to the panic attack, but it was too late; I was too far gone now. “Fucking breathe, man, it’s over.”

  My lungs constricted and strangled sounds filled the air as I fought to take in oxygen, but the increasing tightness in my chest only made it worse, my pulse continuing to race faster and faster like I was about to have a fucking heart attack. I counted to five as I sucked in a jagged breath, and the same as I blew it out, repeating it over and over to fight the dizziness making the room spin.

  My lids screwed shut, and I paced frantically up and down my room, squeezing and releasing my clenched fists, still counting as I breathed in and out, the wheezing sounds of air through my tight throat penetrating the deathly silence around me.

  My hands trembled as I lifted them, and I scrubbed them down my damp face at the same time beads of sweat rolled down my spine. My entire body had broken out, perspiration dampening my skin and soaking into my clothes. This isn’t going to beat me.

  I had to put my mind on something else, something other than what happened when my door opened and the guards came in.

  Shay.

  Her face, her lips against mine, her body in my arms and her soft moans as we kissed. I replayed it, letting the images of her soaking wet with rain, being here with me, her flushed skin when I held up that fucking bra, fill my head—the way she fit perfectly against me when we lay together on the couch, and falling asleep so easily with her there.

  But, she’d left without telling me, and that was something I couldn’t allow to happen again.

  Wound coils began to loosen in my chest making it easier to breathe, my gasps slowing as I took back control, the shaking of my hands dissipating, and my pulse beginning to come down.

  After a few more minutes, I’d calmed right down, but I was a fucking mess. My hair was sticking up in all directions, and my T-shirt and sweats were clinging to me as though I’d been running for miles.

  I stripped off and threw my damp clothes into the laundry hamper, ready to wash away what had just happened.

  *****

  “East!” Casey yelled, waving from across the green. I waved back, but it wasn’t Casey I’d been waiting for. “Damn, that was a hell of a week.” As he got closer, his beaming smile dropped. “Jeez, East, you look like shit”—he searched my face—“what happened?”

  I shrugged. “Nothing.” I grabbed one of his bags and began to walk back toward our dorms, but I knew Casey wouldn’t let it go until I gave him something. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  “Oh yeah?” Casey asked, his tone laced with humor. “Brought a woman back here?”

  “No,” I lied. It wasn’t what he thought, but it could’ve been, and I’d lain awake all fucking night thinking about it, which definitely helped keep other dark thoughts from coming back up.

  “Then what?” he pressed.

  We stopped by the doors and I put down his bag. “I guess I was just so excited for you to come back.”

  Casey grinned and held his arms out. “Yeah, you were. Come on, give me some love.” He moved forward, about to wrap his arms around me. “That’s it, bring it in for the real thing,” he purred like a fucking idiot.

  “Get the fuck off me,” I said with a laugh and pushed him back.

  Casey shook his head. “I can’t even get a little love? I thought you missed me.” I flipped him the bird. “East,” he said, his hands on his chest. “I’m touched. I-I don’t know what to say.”

  I rolled my eyes and smiled. “So, what did you get up to?” I asked, changing the subject.

  “Check it out.” Casey pulled out his phone and opened an app, revealing a large house with a wraparound porch. “I’ve got until the end of the day to secure this for senior year. You in?”

  I took his phone and flicked mindlessly through the pictures, but I couldn’t focus on them. My mind was pre-occupied with more important things. “Where is it?”

  “That’s the great part,” he said, taking back his phone. “It’s about fifteen minutes away, and I’ve already checked it out. East, it’s gonna be fucking awesome.”

  “Cool.”

  Casey stepped in front of me, making me stop. “East, talk to me,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. He stared at my face. “I haven’t seen you look like that in a long fucking time.”

  “I’m fine, okay? I’m just…” My eyes landed on Shay walking toward us, her dark hair flowing behind her in the wind. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in her curves. Every. Single. One.

  I couldn’t look away as she moved, the sight of her loose, cream sweater hanging off one slender shoulder, showing a thin strap underneath. The cropped knit showed her slim waist, and my fingers twitched with the need to drag up the white fabric underneath and stroke across her stomach before gripping her pert, denim-covered ass. Fuck, her jeans highlighted just how fucking hot her legs were, and with the pink floral wedges on her feet, she had me hypnotized. My cock stirred as I watched her, the need to have her so fucking close to me growing stronger with every second.

  “Uh, East, is there something I should know?” Casey asked from beside me.

  “No.”

  His head moved back and forth. “Well, Shay’s heading in this direction and I’m pretty sure she’s aiming for us, and I doubt it’s me she’s staring at.”

  “It looks that way.”

  Shay walked right up to us, her smile gently pulling at her lips, making me wonder if the light gloss covering them was flavored.

  “Hey, Shay,” Casey greeted her. “Did you enjoy your break?”

  Her eyes slid to me then back to Casey. “I did, thanks. You?”

  Casey grinned, and from the way he shifted on his feet, I knew he was figuring something out. “Oh, I sure did.”

  “Great.” She turned to me. “Can I talk to you for a minute? It won’t take long.”

  My stomach dropped like a fucking rock. It wouldn’t take long? “Sure.” I ground my jaw and turned to walk away out of earshot of Casey and anybody else who would overhear whatever Shay had come to say. I didn’t look back w
hen I heard Shay telling Casey, “I’m just a little tired, I guess, but I’m fine, thank you.”

  I was too far away to hear anything else. I continued on until I reached the bench where Shay had come to apologize when I was eating lunch. I turned to sit down, and waited for her to catch up. I held my hands together, my muscles so fucking tense my neck began to ache.

  “Hey, why did you walk off so far?” Shay asked, her shadow falling over me.

  “Nobody’s over here. We’ve got privacy, so whatever is it you want to tell me, nobody will hear.” I didn’t look up at her. If I did, I’d pull her onto my lap and devour her. It didn’t fucking help that she smelled so fucking good and I couldn’t touch her.

  “Eastyn, what’s wrong?” Her soft voice tugged at my chest, and as she sat next to me, I used every bit of strength I had not to tell her.

  “What did you want to tell me, Shay?” I asked, my voice harsh.

  She slid closer to me. So damn close, the heat of her body warmed my side. Shay Michaels had me losing my self-control and she hadn’t done a fucking thing.

  “Thank you for yesterday,” she said, fiddling with the baggy cuffs of her sweater. “And, um, I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.”

  I lifted my head and looked at her, noticing the rosy tint to her cheeks. I licked my lips when I glanced at her mouth, remembering how her lips felt against mine. “We both did.”

  Shay snorted softly, then crossed her leg over her thigh, toward me. I knew that sign. “I guess so.”

  “What did you want to tell me?” I pressed. “Cos I woke to an empty room and my door was unlocked.” I ground my jaw from saying that, stopping the thoughts before they could take hold. “I don’t have my door unlocked, Shay. I told you that.”

  Her eyes narrowed again. “I didn’t know where your key was, otherwise I would’ve locked it and pushed it under the door.” Her mouth turned down in the corners, her brows lifting in the middle.

  Fuck!

  “It’s okay,” I lied. “I was just pissed when I woke up and you were gone.” That was partly true. It was as though she’d bolted on me, leaving me fucking defenseless.