Taming Eastyn (Stampton College Boys Series Book 1)

by Dawn Doyle

  A moan escaped my lips as I ran my hands over his solid torso, reaching further until my hands were in his hair, keeping him to me in case he came to his senses and pushed me away.

  Eastyn’s hands slid down my back, then covered my ass, gripping me and yanking me against his hard cock. I gasped when he rolled his hips forward, making me flood with heat between my legs.

  He walked me back toward his bed, grabbing my thighs and lifting me up before wrapping my legs around his waist, yet he never broke our kiss. Our lips continued to suck, nip, and caress, even when he laid me down and got to work on my leggings, bending my legs and sliding them off along with my underwear. The only time he pulled his mouth from mine was when my top was pulled up and off, with his green T-shirt following. My mouth watered, even at the tiniest glance I had of his sculpted physique, and my desire increased ten-fold.

  My breaths quickened when Eastyn’s body writhed over mine as he lost his gray sweats, his hot cock slapping against my thigh as he rose pressed his chest against mine.

  I couldn’t stop my automatic reaction to him, my hips bucking up to get more, for him to be inside me, to feel him hitting the places that made my crazy, that made me burn…for him.

  I wrapped my arms tightly around him when his lips moved to my neck, scraping along his back as his teeth ran over the pulse point just under my ear. Ragged breaths escaped me, and the tingles in my core began to build when his hands stroked down my chest, coming to rest on my breast , massaging my heavy flesh with his fingers.

  Tears leaked from the sides of my eyes, running down to my temples and into my hair. “Eastyn, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

  He lifted his head and looked down at me, and when I thought he was going to speak, he dipped his head and kissed away my tears, but that just made them flow faster.

  “Shh,” he said against my cheek.

  I swallowed the sob in my throat and concentrated on his fingertips as they traced a path to my stomach, then down to slide into my wetness. I sucked in a breath as his fingers slid in and out of me, my spine arching when his thumb circled my sensitive nub.

  “Soaking,” he whispered, and his hot breath caused my skin to break out in goosebumps. “Just how I love it.”

  His head moved down, and when his mouth covered my nipple, I cried out with pleasure as he continued to stroke inside me, the stimulation of both areas setting me on fire.

  I wanted to protest when he removed his fingers, but the crinkling of foil made that disappear, and carnal lust take its place.

  “Fuck me,” I said when his mouth moved to mine. “I want you to fuck me, Eastyn.”

  The corners of his eyes twitched a little, then he took my hands, lifted them over my head and held them down by my wrists with just one of his. I was open and powerless underneath him, and I wanted it more than anything. With his thumb, he swept under my eyes, wiping the tears that refused to stop.

  “Oh!” My mouth popped open as he pushed inside me, filling me with one slow thrust, not stopping until his hips were against mine, but he pressed harder.

  He pulled back just as slow, then thrust forward quickly, taking my breath away. He repeated the movement, his pace quickening, his breathing hard, mirroring mine, and I squeezed my thighs against him as the pressure built inside of me, starting deep inside, radiating from my pussy and up my spine. I was close to orgasm, the pounding of his cock pushing me higher and higher until I could barely hold on. My eyes began to lose focus and my toes curled, my spine curling back and my hand struggling to grab onto something to stop me from flying without him.

  In a second, my hands were free, but Eastyn didn’t stop. He lifted up, pushing my legs out and gripping my thighs, opening me wide as he sat back toward his heels, pulling my ass up off the bed. The new position had my climax pausing, but as he slammed harder, it was torn from me without warning, his hard thrusts making my breasts bounce. He gripped them and ran his thumbs over my nipples, and I exploded under him.

  My head flew back and I slapped my hand over my mouth as I screamed out his name, my orgasm ripping through me, making my lids screw shut, my muscles tense, and electricity to crackle along every damn nerve in my body as my pussy tightened around his thickening cock. I was floating on an intense high of orgasmic euphoria, and I never wanted to come down from it.

  “Shay,” Eastyn grunted, his body beginning to shudder as he came inside of me, giving me everything I needed. He rested over me, his arms either side of my head. He looked into my eyes, and I saw my Eastyn staring back at me. “I love you.” My heart exploded in my chest, wracking me with painful sobs that I couldn’t control. Eastyn pushed my hair back, cupping the sides of my head when I tried to turn away. “I love you, Shay,” he repeated, then pressed his lips to my forehead. “I fucking love you.”

  “I love you,” I replied, crying harder than before. “I love you and I’m sorry.”

  Eastyn held me close to his chest, turning us to the side while I silently begged him to forgive me.

  Eastyn

  “I should’ve made you listen,” I said when Shay’s cries quietened. “I know why you thought what you did. I never gave you any reason to think otherwise.” I stroked down her bare back, and up until my fingers tangled in her soft hair that I’d missed, even for the short time we were apart. “I didn’t tell you about my project, because I didn’t want to discuss it.” I stopped her from pulling back. “Let me finish. If you knew what I was doing, it meant I would have to talk about it, and I couldn’t. I wanted to eventually, I was going to, but you overheard us before I could.”

  “I was worried when you didn’t show up,” she said against my chest. “I should’ve said I was there—”

  “It’s not your fault, babe,” I cut in, and felt Shay melt against me as though hearing that gave her relief. I pulled back and gazed at her beautiful face, her lips still swollen from our kiss, and her eyes red from her tears. “I was hurt you could think I would use you, but I get it—I do. The people in your life have made you not trust people, so when you heard what you did, it was natural to assume the worst. Instead of stopping you from leaving, I did the only thing I’ve known how to do for a long time, and that was to shut down the pain.” I sat up and gently tugged her with me. “I know everything about you, and it’s about time you knew about me.” I ran my fingers over the scars on my chest, then the deeper cuts on my brow and jaw.

  Shay pressed her palm over my hand, her concern etched on her face making my heart ache all over again from when I finally understood why she’d thought I’d betrayed her trust. “You don’t have to.”

  I took her hand in mine. “Yes, I do. I don’t want to keep this from you anymore, Shay, but I also need you to just listen, okay?” Fuck, once I got started, I had to keep going. If given the chance to stop, to get out of talking about it, then I would take it, no matter what. Shay holding her tongue wouldn’t give me the opportunity to back out, and after what happened, right in this room, with my best friend sitting with me while the years of holding everything inside finally gave way, I felt I could say more than a few fucking sentences before I shut down again.

  Shay nodded her head, then pressed her mouth to mine just once. “Of course,” she whispered against my lips.

  I took a deep breath, not knowing what the hell was going to happen after this, but I had to give it a shot, even just for my own sanity, and to be able to look at my family again, my mom, and my older sister where it all began.

  “I went to prison for two years,” I began, and Shay’s eyes widened. I expected her to say something—to do something, but she stared right at me without blinking.

  I knew that this could be it for us; that Shay could walk right out the door, and I wouldn’t blame her. It didn’t matter what I did, or the reason why; I had a criminal record. That shit wasn’t going away, and anybody could use that over her, over us, at any moment if they found out.

  Her lips twitched as though she was making her decision, and my heart ra
ced while I waited for a fucking lifetime for her say something.

  “Say something,” I urged.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered. She shifted closer to me, lifting my hands and pressing them against her bare chest. “I’m listening, Eastyn.”

  I took a deep breath. “My older sister, Caitlin, dated this guy. She was nineteen and he was three years older than her, so my parents were already concerned, but Caitlin was taken in by him.” Shay’s hands tightened in mine as I shifted uncomfortably. Talking about Caitlin wasn’t so bad, but what was coming up definitely was.

  You can do this.

  My throat tightened and I began to tense. My shoulders lifted and curled forward as though I was getting ready to hide away, and my abs became so rigid they fucking ached, my subconscious pushing at the memories of the impact, telling me that it didn’t want to bring them up. I pushed it down, forcing myself to relax; to let Shay know exactly what it meant to be with me.

  I closed my eyes for a moment, but they flew open when Shay’s lips pressed against mine in a featherlight kiss.

  “Take your time,” she whispered against me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  I nodded slowly. “Caitlin came with me to grab a few things from the convenience store. All the way there, she was arguing on the phone with her boyfriend. I could hear him screaming that he was going to find her and kill her, and as much as I disliked him, I didn’t think he was serious. I thought it was just a jealous rant because a guy had come on to her. But, when he started to blame her for wearing shorts, and not the guy for being a perv, I knew he was going to cause trouble. Caitlin was still arguing when I went inside, and when I came out, he was there. He’d dragged her out of the car and was wailing on her like she was a grown man.”

  Shay gasped, her hand flying over her mouth, her eyes wide and her lids filling with tears.

  The image of my sister after being dragged over the rough ground, her knees scraping on the jagged surface, and the bare skin on her thighs being torn, turned my stomach. Blood had poured from her nose and mouth while Gary slammed his fist into her face.

  “I lost it, Shay. I don’t remember how I got there, but by the time I’d finished with him, he had to go to the ER.” I looked down at our joined hands. “I got arrested and charged with assault. If it weren’t for the fact I was protecting my sister, I would’ve gotten longer than six months.”

  Shay’s eyes narrowed in confusion, and I didn’t blame her. My initial sentence was light considering Gary was in hospital for over a week until he was charged himself. Fucker got four months and was out in two.

  “I’d just turned sixteen-years-old, in sophomore year of high school, and I’d been sent to one of the worst juvenile detention centers in the state. Shay, for the first time in my life, I was fucking terrified.” I pulled away from her, got off the bed, and I could feel her eyes burning into my back. I slipped on my sweats and paced my room. “I thought I knew what it was like to be scared when I got there, but I had no fucking idea.”

  I stopped in front of my dresser and gripped the wood as a bead of sweat ran down my spine. “Fuck,” I snapped under my breath as another rolled down the side of my face.

  I pushed away and paced again, determined to stay calm. “After the first few weeks, the beatings began,” I said, not looking at Shay. To get this out, I needed to focus, and avoiding eye contact was the only thing I had. “The guards said they’d caught some of us fighting, and that they had to intervene. That was their excuse for many of the bruises—their nightstick where they’d had to make us submit and get us under control. It was a pile of shit. Those of us who had locked cells at night were their main targets, and those in solitary were the easiest. The longer they were there…”

  I couldn’t finish that because I knew exactly what happened if anybody were to be taken. They went in with barely a scratch, but came back with gashes and bruises hidden under prison scrubs, the faces left untouched—only those times.

  “After the first beating, I was given a warning to keep my mouth shut, and was put into solitary for a few days to heal enough to not cause suspicion, but when I was supposed to come out…” My spine stiffened as I recalled the strangled sound my throat made when I coughed up blood. “It was worse than before, and they just locked the door again and walked away, leaving me on the floor, holding my stomach where they’d taken turns to hold my arms and stamp on me while yelling at me to ‘think fast.’” I absent-mindedly ran my hand over the area, my fingers rippling over small jagged lines where their keys had been clawed across the surface. “Nobody knew when they would come, but it was always in the dark,” I said quietly and looked up, seeing the recognition in Shay’s eyes before her gaze snapped to the lamp, then back to me. Her paled face was now blotched red, and her lids were red-rimmed and puffy. “We would hear them shaking their keys, laughing to each other while the scent of cigarettes wafted through the corridors. When we could smell that, we knew what was coming, we just didn’t know who was going to get it, or when. Sometimes it would be days, sometimes it would be a few weeks, and that’s what made it worse. Not knowing—fucking with our heads, mentally torturing us so much that when the physical stuff happened, we were glad for it to be over for a while.”

  “Oh, God,” Shay whispered, and I glanced to her, my heart ripping to pieces when I saw the drops falling from her chin and soaking into my covers. “How did they get away with that? Didn’t anybody notice?”

  I snorted a dry laugh, then took her hands. I kissed her knuckles once before releasing her. She tried to keep a hold on me, but I turned away.

  “Yeah, they did, but the guards were tight,” I replied, shaking my head. “Nobody said a fucking word, and nothing was reported. Do you know what would’ve happened to anybody if they snitched?” When Shay shook her head, I spoke again. “There wouldn’t be anywhere they could hide. Their families would be at risk, so they looked the other way while kids like me were getting the shit kicked out of them by a group of men.”

  I ran my hand through my damp hair, then down my sweat-soaked face. I hadn’t spoken about this, as much as this, at any one time ever. As the past ran through my head for the second time in two days, my hands trembled, anxiety coming to the surface, ready to start a fucking riot inside of me while the woman I loved looked on, not knowing that underneath the exterior that I knew was crumbling right in front of her, was already turning to dust.

  “I’d been inside for five months when shit really started to happen,” I said, my voice tight. “I was glad to be getting out of there soon, and my parents had already made preparations for me to come home.” I leaned forward and rubbed my clammy hands up and down my thighs, trying to stop my quickening breaths from choking me. “A week before I was due to leave, one of the inmates was attacked. We were the scape goats, even though it happened in his cell after lights out where nobody could have gotten to him except for those who had access. That didn’t matter, though. The guards stuck to their story that there was a huge fight after dinner, so we were sent to our cells, but they found him unconscious during the night.” I remembered that day as though it happened just last week. We couldn’t defend ourselves even if we wanted to because the decision to have us punished was made without a hearing.

  “I had to look my parents in the eye when they came to visit me as I was sentenced to an additional six months for striking a guard, then an extra year for my part in the aggravated assault. They asked questions, but I couldn’t give them an answer. In the end, I stopped talking to them altogether. The second that visitation was over, I got up and left without saying a word.”

  “Eastyn…” Shay rose from the bed and rushed me, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, buried her head into my chest, and sobbed. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

  I lifted my hand and stroked down the back of her head, over her hair. “There’s more.”

  A metallic-taste filled my mouth, and I used my tongue to gather it together, then spat out the now-cold liq
uid onto the concrete floor. Dark red splashed against the sticky remnants of what had happened in my cell. I tried to sit up, but my chest burned as I pushed my hands against the floor. I forced myself up, sitting back against the cold metal frame of my bed, and looked down to the stains on my once-white T-shirt.

  The fabric was slashed across the front, and as I ran my hands over the areas that were already stinging like fuck, I winced, trying not to make a sound as I hissed with the pain.

  They’d come through, grabbing my arms and holding me back. I’d kicked out, catching one in the jaw which gave me a sense of satisfaction when his head snapped to the side. I knew I would pay for that, but I’d taken enough off of them to be able to blank out the strikes as they rained down on me. Two years of this and I’d learned to not make a sound, to not show them how their blows broke me a little more every day. When it was my turn, I fought. I knew it was a waste of time; they would just come back with more, another weapon, another way to inflict as much pain as possible without getting caught, but I wouldn’t let them leave without at least one of them having something from me to take with them. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me scared, even if my piss-covered pants said otherwise.

  I looked around, knowing what I’d find placed neatly on my bed, as usual. Clean T-shirt, and beige pants and top—prison scrubs for the wayward teens incarcerated with me.

  I tugged on the hem of my T-shirt, my face contorting in agony as I lifted my sore arms to pull it over my head. I looked down to inspect my injuries, finding three slices across my ribs, and a bruise the size of my fist already formed in a giant cluster on the left side of my body. I’d been kicked so hard, the boot polish had gone through the fabric and transferred onto my skin.

  “Change your fucking clothes,” a man sneered through the slot in the front of the door, his voice making me back into the corner like a petrified animal ready to attack.