Taming Eastyn (Stampton College Boys Series Book 1)

by Dawn Doyle

  “No, seriously?” I shook my head. “I guess some things don’t change.”

  “No, they don’t.” Mason stood, then reached out his hand to help me up to my feet, my legs still trembling from what I’d just done. “He cheated on Jayne and married the woman he cheated with, then cheated on her with others. I guess that when you’re under the impression you have it all, you think you can take it all. Well, he learned the hard way that sooner or later, it comes back to take you down.”

  I nudged him with my shoulder. “Thank you, Mason, for being here.” Even though my brother saved me from how much more explosive the situation could’ve gotten, I couldn’t ignore that the first person I wanted, was Eastyn.

  “Come on, little sister,” he said, draping his arm over my shoulder. “Let’s go back to my house and get some food. I bet Sabrina will be hungry…again.”

  I laughed, my mood lifting a little at the prospect of seeing Sabrina and the girls. “Sure, I’d love that.”

  “Then you can tell me all about Eastyn,” he said, waggling his brows. “Cos I know that guy has a thing for you, Shay. You’d have to be blind not to see it.”

  I jabbed him playfully in his side. “If you must know, Eastyn’s my boyfriend now.”

  “Huh, now it all makes sense.”

  “What does?”

  He stopped and took my arms in his hands, then looked me right in the eyes. “You’ve changed, Shay. I think your software has finally found the right hardware.”

  I couldn’t hold back my smile, or the blush creeping up into my cheeks, because Mason was right. “I have.” I could feel it deep in my heart that I’d found somebody amazing who understood me, who supported me, made me feel special, and I couldn’t wait to tell him so.

  Eastyn

  “Come on, East, the game’s gonna start,” Casey said, waving me over to the bench. “She’ll call when she’s on her way home.”

  I looked down at my phone screen one last time before putting it in my pocket. “Yeah, I suppose.” I sat down next to Casey and watched the guys on the field. Linc ran down the sidelines until he met up with Justin and Max. I checked my watch.

  “Chill,” Casey said, nudging me with his knee. “She’s fine, East.”

  I had to see her to believe it. Her phone call last night had me wanting to tear up the asphalt so I could break that fuckers face for even breathing in her direction. And her parents? Why the fuck would they have Ross there in the first place? Every fucking detail made my blood boil more and more, making me to sick to my stomach that they’d not only allowed it to happen, but instigated the whole damn thing!

  I reminded myself to thank Mason whenever I saw him again. Not just for being there for Shay when she needed the support, but for making sure that douchebag would be taken to the cleaners.

  He tried to mess with what’s mine.

  My knee bounced up and down and I gripped onto the bench, my restlessness causing Casey to turn to me again. “I’m fine,” I said between my clenched teeth. I’d never showed how I was feeling inside, but not knowing if Shay was okay, I couldn’t rest.

  “Fuck, East, you’re not fine, man. Take a deep breath, yeah?” His eyes narrowed on mine. “Do you need to go?”

  I shook my head. “No, I want to stay here.”

  He took his phone out of his pocket. “Should I call my mom?” he asked while searching my face. He whispered, “East, you’re making me nervous, man, you’re sweating like a pig.”

  I ran the back of my hand over my damp forehead at the same time a bead of sweat rolled down my back. “Don’t call her—I’m good. I’m just worried about Shay, that’s all.” It wasn’t just that, though. I knew she was coming back, and I was more than fucking aware of what I’d promised. The thought of repeating the details of the abuse I’d suffered, again, and so soon after the last time, was close to giving me a damn heart attack. It didn’t help that I’d dreamed I was back inside, fighting for my life against the guards that held me down and promised to make it look like I’d been in a fight. My chest tightened and my throat squeezed as those images came flooding back, and my hands began tapping on the bench.

  Fuck, not here.

  “Eastyn,” he said, and I knew he was serious when using my full name. “Get the fuck out of here. I’m coming with, and I want no fucking arguments.”

  I glared at Casey. “What?”

  “You heard me. Get the fuck up, and come with me.” The whistle blew to start the game, but Casey stood and stared at me until I got my sorry ass off the bench and headed off the field.

  I moved past him once we were out, but he was hot on my ass as I entered the locker rooms. “Fuck!” The world had already begun to spin around me, my focus not staying on any one thing so that I could ground myself.

  “Sit down, take deep breaths. Everything’s fine.”

  “I know!” I tried to yell, but I sounded like I was being strangled, and it felt just like I was. Invisible hands clawed at my neck and dug their fingers into my windpipe as I sucked in, then blew out in quick succession. “Shit, Casey.”

  I rested my elbows on my knees, placed my head in my hands, and closed my eyes. I rocked back and forth over and over while Casey sat next to me, not touching, but being there for me like he’d done many times before.

  “Once it’s out, you’ll be fine,” he soothed. “She loves you, man. Nothing you can say to her will change that.”

  I turned my head, and the panic attack that had begun to grip me made me dizzy with the movement. “She what?”

  “She loves you. Come on, East, I’m sure you can tell.”

  Shay hadn’t said anything, but when I was with her, I knew I was in love with her. There was no doubt in my mind that that’s how I felt, but did she feel the same? Will she feel the same after?

  “Thanks, Case,” I murmured through my ragged breaths while I continued to fight against the darkness trying to take me down, “for distracting me.”

  Casey slowly lifted his hand and gently patted my back. “You’re going to be okay, East, I swear.” He lowered his head to make eye contact with me. “She’s good for you, man. Fuck, if I knew having her around would get you out of these attacks this quick, I would’ve said something sooner.”

  I narrowed my eyes, but also noted what he’d said. My heart rate had begun to slow down, and my muscles were slowly relaxing as I breathed deeply, trying to get my shit together. “What do you mean?”

  Casey snorted. “Damn, East, I’m no expert, but I know when a guy’s into a girl. And you, my friend, have had a thing for the quiet Shay Michaels for a long fucking time.”

  “Whatever.” It was true, though, but I never said a damn thing.

  “Yeah, you thought you were pretty slick in hiding it, but no matter how much you tried to act all indifferent, I saw.”

  “Saw what?” I slowly sat straighter as the tightness in my chest subsided enough so I could breathe easier.

  His head tipped back as he laughed, then shook his head. “Man,” he said, then ran his fingers through his hair, making the light-brown strands stick up. “The most obvious time was when you were watching her at the fundraiser. Yeah, I saw you giving that giant Pokémon to Shay’s niece.” I rolled my eyes. “And that kiss… Damn, you’d been waiting a long time for that.”

  “Shut up.” I nudged his knee with mine like an embarrassed kid caught having a secret crush, and I even felt my face flush a little.

  “I’m glad she makes you happy, man, cos fuck knows you deserve something good in your life.”

  “Thanks.” Shay wasn’t just good, she was exceptional. I just wished I didn’t seize up at the thought of telling her about what happened. The truth was, I was still worried that she’d either leave me, or pity me, and right then, I didn’t know which one was worse.

  By the time we’d gotten back to the game, our guys were ahead fifty-five to thirty, finally winning by a clear forty. The crowd went wild, and Casey and I left before the bodies spilled out, making the grounds
claustrophobic.

  My phone beeped, and as I dug into my pocket to check my message, Casey laughed

  “No guessing who that is,” he said, chuckling to himself as we headed over to the dorms.

  ‘Remember this?’

  Shay’s message followed a photo of the yellow toy, with her and the little girl grinning into the camera.

  ‘I can’t say that I do.’

  I smiled to myself as the three dots came up on the screen, then her message appeared.

  ‘Mason confessed. You can’t deny it, the evidence is stacked against you.’

  ‘Then I guess I have no choice but to ‘fess up.’

  ‘I thought you’d just left it somewhere.’

  ‘I did, just not where you thought.’

  ‘I love how those jeans look on you.’

  The grin dropped from my face and my head snapped up, my eyes scanning over the people walking across the green toward the parking lot.

  “What’s up?” Casey asked, his head turning in the direction I was looking. “Something going on?”

  “Just…” My voice trailed off when I saw her, her long, dark hair blowing in the slight breeze as she walked toward us. I took in the sight before me, long legs covered in white denim, and a yellow sweater with a ‘V’ in the middle. “Shay.” She lifted her hand just a little, and waved.

  I walked toward her, my pace quickening the closer I got until I was picking her up in my arms and holding her tight to me, inhaling her flowery perfume. Her body melted against mine and my cock hardened behind my zipper.

  “I missed you, Eastyn,” she whispered, her arms tightening around me.

  I lowered her to the ground, then cupped her face, checking her features before I gave in to the urge and pressed my mouth to hers, tasting her lips.

  “And that’s my cue to leave,” Casey said. “Have fun, kids, but don’t stay up too late. We’ve got classes tomorrow morning and assignments to deliver.” He winked at Shay, then nodded at me before leaving us alone.

  “Good game?” Shay asked, looking over my shoulder where the guys were yet to appear.

  “You’re seriously asking about the game right now?” I asked, narrowing my eyes when her cheeks darkened.

  “Yeah, I don’t care in the slightest,” she said, then gripped my hand. “Let’s go to your dorm.”

  “I’m not gonna argue with that.”

  Just like that, my panic attack was forgotten, but the lingering fear left behind that told me what needed to be done still niggled in the back of my mind. But, one look into Shay’s eyes had that fear locked down.

  I could do this—I would do this.

  Shay pulled me along, leading the way in a rush as though we’d been apart for weeks. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, turning her face to me.

  “Why?” I tried to pull her to a stop, worried that there was something on her mind.

  Shay sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and she smiled widely, and damn, my cock turned to fucking stone. “I was thinking about you.”

  The corner of my mouth tilted up. “Yeah?”

  Shay nodded. “Mhmm.” She licked her lips, then stood on her tiptoes to whisper, “I might’ve touched myself… or not…”

  “Wh…” My jaw slackened with the images of Shay’s hand traveling slowly down her neck, squeezing her tits and then down over her flat stomach until she reached between her legs. I swallowed hard imaging her fingers working over her pussy while her head fell back, her moans filling the room as she made herself come.

  “Eastyn?”

  I blinked, then looked down into her large pupils. “You can’t do that to me,” I ground out, yanking her against me to feel what she’d caused.

  Her lips parted and her tongue darted out over the top one as my dick pressed against her. “That’s exactly what I was going for,” she purred. Her fingers brushed over my cock and I hissed as it flinched behind my zipper, begging for release. My entire body tensed as she repeated the movement with her palm, cupping me through my jeans. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

  “You shouldn’t have said that,” I threatened, and her hooded eyes widened. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you when I get you upstairs.”

  The door flew open and banged loudly as it crashed against the wall, and I pushed Shay through the space and leaned back as I gripped the wood to slam it shut, not taking my mouth from hers as I clicked the lock into place.

  Her fingers gripped my hair, stinging my scalp, and I wanted more, to feel more, to have more…

  I ran my hands down her chest and held her round tits in my hands while she held me tightly to her, her soft moans making my movements frantic as I tried to keep my control. I wanted to savor her body, but I couldn’t waste a fucking second. I wanted her naked, and it was happening now.

  I pulled back and gripped her sweater, pulling it up over her head, staring hungrily at the sheer fabric barely covering the orbs that I was desperate to take into my mouth.

  Her hand reached behind her at the same time I yanked down the fabric covering her tight nipples, throwing it fuck-knows-where. I just had to have her. I dipped my head and took her hard bud into my mouth, sucking and nipping the hot skin while my hands got busy kneading her soft curves.

  “Eastyn,” she moaned, her head falling back as she held mine to her chest, her back arching into me.

  I released her with a pop and stood straight.

  Get ready, babe.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, then gasped when I spun her around, pulling her back to my front.

  I took her tits in my hands again at the same time I ran my lips over the shell of her ear. “Nothing’s wrong, baby,” I whispered, then kissed the soft skin of her neck. I ran a hand down her stomach, to her white jeans, but didn’t pop the button. Instead, I cupped her over the fabric, my fingers sliding between her thighs as I rubbed over the seam against her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned, her head falling back against my shoulder and her eyes fluttering. She lifted her arms to wrap behind my neck as I continued running my fingers over her hot center, making sure to add extra friction as I passed over her clit. Her breaths quickened, and when she spoke again, her voice was barely audible. “Yes.”

  I took her nipple between my finger and thumb and pinched, grinning against her neck as she whimpered, especially when I nipped the skin over her racing pulse.

  I removed my hand from between her legs, gaining a whine of protest, and popped the button on her jeans before slowly lowering the zip.

  “Eastyn, I need you so bad,” Shay moaned as I dipped my hand inside her panties.

  I found her hot and wet, my fingers gliding easily along her slit. I dipped inside her pussy, making sure my palm pressed over her bundle of nerves. “Just like I thought,” I breathed against her cheek when she began grinding against my hand at the same time she gripped the back of my head. “But this isn’t how I want you to come.” I pumped my fingers a few more times, pressing my tips against the rough wall that had her legs shaking, then pulled them out.

  “What the…?”

  I stepped around Shay and gripped her jeans, pulling them down her legs, then slipping her black heels off her feet. “Out,” I demanded, and waited until she’d stepped out to throw her jeans to the side. I stood quickly and took in Shay’s body, her taut nipples, heavy tits that fitted perfectly in my large hands with more to spare, her narrow waist and slender hips, then to her black, sheer panties with an obvious dark patch at the bottom.

  My mouth watered, desperate to taste the arousal flowing from her, but I wasn’t going to—not yet.

  I grabbed the fabric and pulled, causing Shay to stumble forward into my arms. I brushed her hair back, fisted my hand in the long strands, then slammed my mouth against hers in a rough kiss, sliding my tongue over hers, and taking what I needed. I tilted her head and deepened the kiss, devouring her before pulling away again.

  “Whoa!” Shay shrieked when I spun her around so she
was facing the dresser, gripping her hair again.

  I reached for her neck, sliding my hand around her throat to tilt her head back. I pressed into her from behind. “Did you miss me, baby?” I growled against her ear.

  “Yes, God, yes,” she panted. I chuckled, then rolled my hips against her ass, my cock straining to be inside her. “Eastyn, I want you right now.”

  I pressed my lips to her cheek before whispering, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Shay.” I thrust against her sharply, and she gasped. “Don’t. Move.”

  I let go of her, only to retrieve one thing I needed. A couple of second later, I ran my fingertips up her spine, and she shivered. I fisted her hair while I lowered to the curve of her spine, trailing kisses down her sooth skin as I went. My dick was painfully hard, and I had to set it free to ease the ache as it strained in my jeans. I reached her ass and hooked my fingers in her panties, easing them down to expose her curvy flesh. I didn’t have to tell her to step out; her feet moved quickly, and I chuckled again at her need for me to be inside her, and fuck how I wanted to bury myself in her.

  “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” I whispered. “Fuck, Shay, I just want to lick you all over until you can’t fucking breathe.”

  “Then do it!” she panted. “I want to feel you all over me.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re going to.” I shucked my jeans down and released my cock, and a thick bead of pre-cum dripped off the end. I sheathed myself, then gently kicked her legs apart. I tightened my grip in her hair, and eased her head back to my shoulder, looking at her flushed face and her eyes dilated with arousal. I turned her face toward me and took her mouth at the same time I lined myself up with her, sliding my thick cock in her wet pussy. “Remember, be quiet. You don’t want the entire campus hearing you scream.”

  Shay’s lips tightened on mine as I filled her completely, her moans of pleasure shooting right to my balls. I pulled back a little, then surged forward, taking her breath away.