Catching his footing, he kisses me back and lifts me with a growl. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, moaning when I feel his hardness between my legs.
I’ve waited so long—too long—to hear those words from Easton to not give in to my need for him. Easton Crews wants me, and I’m completely wrapped up in him just like before he left.
Walking us toward the door, he holds me up with one arm while grabbing my keys from me and unlocking my front door. He practically kicks it open to get inside. I barely have time to catch my breath before his lips capture mine again as he backs me against the door and grips my thighs, his fingertips brushing my skin.
The touch of his fingertips on my bare skin has me moaning into his mouth, needing more of him. I want more of his hands on me… his mouth… his teeth. I want all of Easton. I have for as long as I can remember.
I may regret this night once it’s over, but my body is doing anything but right now.
He grinds his hips against me at the same time his teeth gently graze along my neck. The feel of his erection against me, so thick and hard, has me throwing my head back and hitting it against the door.
“I need these off,” he growls into my neck, reaching between us to undo my shorts. “I need to be inside of you now, Kota.”
The way he says it sends chills down my spine. I never thought I’d hear those words from him, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard in my entire life.
Before I know it, I’m back to my feet, and Easton is ripping my shorts down my thighs and lifting me out of them in a hurry.
With his mouth hovering over mine, he gently runs his fingertips inside the waistband of my panties, a small moan escaping his lips when my stomach dips, putting space between my panties and body.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispers, lowering his fingers dangerously close to my pussy and then stopping. Keeping his hand inside the fabric, he uses his free hand to grab the back of my head, pulling me so close that we’re breathing each other’s air.
My legs shake, my breathing becoming ragged against his mouth as I anticipate his touch, needing it. “Look at me,” he breathes against my lips. I do, and the moment our eyes meet, he lowers his hand, sliding his fingers between my wet folds. We both moan out at the same time, my arms wrapping around his neck for support when he pushes his fingers inside of me and growls against my parted lips.
He pumps his fingers in and out a few times, before pulling them from my panties and sliding them into his mouth, tasting me. “Holy fuck,” he nearly growls, pinning me against the door again.
The heated look in his eyes while he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it aside as his gaze roams my body, has me a complete mess. I can hardly stand without feeling like I’m going to fall over.
He keeps his eyes on mine, takes a step back, and slowly undoes his shirt, each button making it harder and harder to breathe. I swallow, my body trembling as he peels his shirt from his ripped body and tosses it aside.
I’ve seen Easton shirtless before, many times actually, but never like this. Never when he’s looking at me like he wants to own every inch of my body.
He watches me, watching him, his breathing picking up when he reaches to undo his jeans. I catch the slightest shake of his hands when he pulls them down his muscled thighs and steps out of them, kicking them aside.
“Holy fuck.” The words come from my mouth this time as my gaze roams over his perfect body, taking in every dip of muscled perfection.
He stands there for a moment, in only his tight boxer briefs, his chest quickly rising as we look each other over. Then, without warning, he comes at me, cups my face with both hands, and crushes his lips hard against mine, stealing my breath away.
His kiss deepens, his tongue owning every inch of my mouth as he lowers his hands to my thighs and lifts me, pressing his hard body between my legs. Now that there’s only thin fabric between us, the size and thickness of his dick are so much easier to feel. Between his dick grinding against me and his hand lightly squeezing my throat, I’m on the verge of having an orgasm, and he’s not even inside of me.
Holy shit… This is bad. So, so, so bad.
“Touch me,” he demands against my lips. My hand shakes as he grabs it and slides it down the front of his briefs to cover his erection. “Shit, I’m going to come before I even get inside of you.” He moves his lips to my neck and gently bites it, growling out his pleasure as I stroke him.
I moan into his hair as I take in the feeling of him in my hand. I always imagined what Easton would feel like. How big he’d be. How thick. I spent many nights shamefully picturing him on top of me, moving between my legs and filling me. My nails scraping down his back. His sweaty body moving with mine. However, nothing could’ve ever prepared me for this actual moment.
He runs his lips over my neck, before moving around to capture my lips again. He nips and tugs, his lip ring turning me on each time I feel it against me. I’m too wrapped up in his kiss that I don’t notice him lowering the front of his boxer briefs until I look down to see his dick spring free from the fabric.
I swear I can’t breathe.
He swallows hard before he sets me down to yank them down his legs. I barely get the chance to see him completely naked before he’s ripping my panties down my legs and coming back at me. He picks me up, and in one swift movement, he slowly enters me, my entire body igniting into flames as he stretches me.
His eyes lock with mine as he grips the back of my hair and begins moving in and out, going slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he fills me over and over again. Each time he enters me, I moan out in pleasure, my body ready to explode from his touch.
He must notice I’m holding my breath, because moments later, Easton brushes his lips over mine and whispers, “Breathe, Kota. It’s just the two of us.”
I nod and dig my nails into his shoulders as my body moves with his, his hips pushing me up the door with each deep thrust. How the hell am I supposed to breathe when he’s taking my breath away? This man owns every part of my body each time he enters me, and I know without a doubt that no man will ever be able to make me feel this way.
His hands move to grip my ass, and the next thing I know, the wall no longer supports my back. He lifts me before lowering me down on his dick, moaning against my lips each time I come down, taking him deep.
Several pumps later, when he’s buried deep, he holds me still and begins walking. I wrap both hands into his thick hair and hold on as he makes his way to the end of the hall where the master bedroom is.
Without pulling out of me, he lays me down on the mattress and begins moving between my thighs, taking me deeper than before. I moan out, my hands gripping his muscular back, my nails digging in, most likely leaving a mark.
His hard body moves slowly above me, his mouth exploring my neck and shoulder before moving up to capture mine at the same time he pushes inside of me and stops. He’s hitting so deep that I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my nails dig deeper into his flesh.
“Fuck, Kota.” He pushes me farther up the bed with his body, my head nearly hitting the headboard. I’m so wrapped up in him that it wouldn’t even matter if it did. I probably wouldn’t even feel it.
With his eyes on mine, he begins moving again, his thrusts taking me deeper and harder with each moan that escapes me. His hard body moves perfectly above me, hips gyrating. I don’t know for how long we’ve been going at it before I clench around him, close to having an orgasm. But before it can take over completely, he maneuvers us so that I’m on top of him, straddling him.
“Not yet.” His hand gently moves around my throat, and I lean my head back, my nails digging into his arms as I come down on him, meeting him each time he buries himself deep inside of me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my ear, his words causing goose bumps to cover my entire body. He’s never called me baby before, and I like it a whole lot more than I could’ve ever imagined. He slowly moves his mouth around to speak against my l
ips. “Show me that you’re mine.”
A breath escapes me as he pushes himself back inside me and holds me still, his lips claiming mine. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of Easton’s lips on mine. Moreover, I don’t know how I’ll ever survive without them again. This night with him is going to fucking destroy me forever. It’ll completely wreck my world, and even knowing that, I don’t want this moment to end.
“Can I come inside of you?”
Holy fuck. I just died.
I swallow, my eyes meeting his as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Answer me,” he whispers. “I can’t move until you do.”
“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, Kota.” He wraps an arm around my waist and the other behind my neck and begins moving me up and down, being sure to go deep every time he pulls me down to him.
“Look at me,” he breathes across my lips. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
Within seconds, I’m coming undone in his arms, my pussy squeezing him as he catches my moans with his mouth. “Holy shit, Easton…” I fall into him, barely able to control my body or my breathing. I’ve had many orgasms in the past, but never one this intense.
“Hold onto me, baby.” I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he picks up speed, slamming into me, harder and deeper than before.
Within seconds I’m screaming out his name, another orgasm consuming me as he slams into me one last time, releasing himself inside of me.
We don’t move apart. We stay this way, our sweaty bodies molded together, breathing the same air as we fight to catch our breath. I don’t know how long we’ve been clinging onto each other, but it feels like forever before he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses it.
I’m not ready to let him go, and from the way he pulls me farther into him, I don’t think he’s prepared to let go either. However, the longer we stay this way, the more rational my head becomes, allowing the guilt to creep in slowly.
“Don’t think,” he whispers into my neck, most likely noticing me stiffening. “Just let me hold you for a while.”
Closing my eyes, I push everything negative from my thoughts and hold onto him as if he’s mine to keep. I know that he’s not, that after this we’ll have to go back to pretending like before and it kills me. It hurts too much to breathe just thinking about it.
After a while, he finally pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “I can’t go back to the way things were before with you. You can’t expect me to hide the way I feel for you after this, Kota. I won’t do it.”
“You have to,” I whisper, barely able to force the words out. They hurt too much. “You know what everyone will think. This was never supposed to happen, and we both know it. No one can know about this.”
“I don’t care anymore,” he growls against my lips, holding me tighter. “You’re mine, Kota. You always have been. Fuck what everyone thinks.”
“Dammit, Easton.” I push my way out of his lap and wrap the sheet around me. “I knew this was a bad idea. I should’ve pushed you away when I had the chance. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I’m still not.”
“Too late now,” he points out, standing and running his hand through his sweaty hair. “You didn’t.”
I can’t breathe, panic consuming me, because he’s right. I didn’t push him away, and now things will forever be different between us. “Get dressed, Easton. Hurry before Hope or someone else finds you in my house this late.”
“Let them,” he whispers, pulling the sheet from my body and wrapping it around both of us. He lowers me to the bed and spreads my thighs to lay between them. “It’s where I belong, and you know it.”
“Easton…” I close my eyes and grip his shoulders when he reaches around to unclasp my bra, before pulling it down my arms and letting it fall. He kisses my neck and then my shoulder, slowly moving his way down to my breasts, removing the bra completely. “If you keep doing that…” I breathe out. “I’m going to give in and let you stay and we both know that’s bad. Very bad.”
He smiles against my collarbone, before moving his mouth up to brush mine, the taste of his lips weakening me. “That’s the point, Kota.” He kisses me gently and grabs the back of my neck. “We’ll set an early alarm and I’ll leave before anyone wakes up. No one ever has to know I’m here. Remember… it’s just the two of us.”
I’m a complete mess right now. I’m a disaster over him, and I know in this moment, with his lips against my body and his fingertips tracing my skin, that I can’t bring myself to make him leave. I’m going to regret this tomorrow, but for the night, Easton Crews is mine. This once, I get to have him…
Until the morning comes and he goes back to being the boy I can never keep.
Dakota
NINE YEARS AGO… PROM NIGHT
I’ve been lying here at the track, staring up at the stars, trying my hardest not to breakdown and cry. When Easton showed up at the house earlier, dressed in his fancy tux to pick up Quinn, my heart died a little.
She was so happy to see him, and all I kept thinking was how mad I was at her that she gets to be Easton’s Prom date. She’s the one that gets to be on his arm the entire night, dancing with him, the whole town looking at them like they’re a couple. Not that he’s asked her to be his girlfriend. At least, I don’t think he has.
Easton looked so handsome in his tux, with his hair still its usual mess, his look finished off with a pair of his high top Chucks. He’s still the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen, even when he’s cleaned up.
Also, of course, Quinn looked stunning in her red dress and my red lipstick that I foolishly let her keep because it looked so good on her. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her shoulders, her blue eyes shining with a happiness I haven’t seen in her, like ever.
I stood there in an old T-shirt and jeans, a forced smile on my lips threatening to turn into a full-on frown. I’ll never forget how hard it was to keep my lips from trembling with the overwhelming sadness that consumed me when he took her hand in his and told her she looked beautiful.
I turned and walked away after that. I had to so they couldn’t see how badly I was shaking; how hard I was falling apart before their eyes.
Sighing, I sit up straight on the bench and look around me when I hear someone coming. There’s only one person who ever finds me here, and it can’t be Easton. Prom isn’t over for another hour, and we all know what happens after Prom.
I hold my breath, waiting to see who’s about to walk through the gate. A rush of air leaves me and my heart pumps faster when I see that it’s Easton.
“Hi, Kota.”
“Easton. What are you doing here?”
He offers me a smile and shrugs. “I came to find you, of course. You weren’t home.”
“What about Quinn? The night isn’t over yet.” I turn to face him on the bench when he sits beside me. “I figured you’d be out pretty late.”
“What for?” He gives me a confused look. “Did you think I had plans after Prom?”
“I don’t know…” I pause to catch my composure, afraid of my voice shaking. “Doesn’t everyone? You’ve known Quinn long enough, so…”
He stands up, an angry look on his face. “Dammit, Kota. I had a nice time with Quinn, but that never crossed my mind. Not for one second. Is that how lowly you think of me? That I’d sleep with Quinn just because of a stupid dance?”
“No. I mean… I didn’t know what to think, okay.” I stand up too. “Just a few weeks ago I didn’t even know you liked my sister as more than a friend, then, suddenly, you’re kissing her and asking her to Prom. I thought we were closer than that. We talk about everything. At least, we used to.”
He grabs my arms and pulls me to him so that we’re face to face. “We still do. And for the record, I didn’t kiss Quinn. She kissed me, and hinted for me to ask her to Prom. I had no intentions of asking her before that. It was all new to me.”
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nbsp; “What about tonight?”
“What about tonight?” he asks, confused. “What are you asking?”
“Did you kiss Quinn tonight?”
I feel sick to my stomach as I wait to hear his answer.
“No, I didn’t.” He looks me in the eyes. “But what about you? Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Surely, he doesn’t know yet. Does he?
“That Ben asked you to Prom?”
I nod. “Last night before he left our house.”
His voice is thick with emotion when he speaks again. “I’m pretty sure I know the answer before I ask, but I have to hear it from your mouth. Did that asshole kiss you?”
“What!” My eyes widen with shock and anger. “Hell no. It wasn’t Ben who kissed me. That would never happen. Ever. Where did you hear that?”
He looks relieved for a split second before his face falls. “What do you mean Ben isn’t the one who kissed you? Someone kissed you, Kota?”
The look in his eyes makes my stomach drop. It’s almost as if he’s hurt at the idea of me kissing someone. I’m used to the angry Easton when it comes to boys and me, not this Easton.
“Justin asked me out to the movies tonight. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. It just happened.”
He looks away and runs his hands through his hair anxiously. Gripping a section of strands, he stays like that for a few moments before cussing and turning back around to face me. “I told that son of a bitch to keep his hands off you. Tell me where he lives.”
“It’s fine, Easton.” I hurry and grab his arm when he goes to walk away, as if on a mission. “He didn’t put his hands on me. He just kissed me goodnight. He was a perfect gentleman. I think you’ve already scared him enough.”
“I doubt it,” he says stiffly. “There’s a whole lot more I can do to scare the little asshole away. Now tell me where he lives.”
“Why? Don’t you have my sister to get back to?”
“What?” He shakes his head and takes a step back. “I dropped her off and came here. I have no reason to see her again tonight. Stop talking about Quinn and answer my question.”
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