“Don’t mind my brothers,” he whispered. “They have no idea what they are talking about.” He pulled off each pant leg and kissed my left ankle.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I said, moaning when he kissed my inner thigh. The shiver was long gone, and my blood heated from his expert touch. “I’m not on birth control.” It was something we should have talked about before any of this happened, but we let our feelings run our rational thinking, and now there was a chance I could be pregnant.
And for some reason, it didn’t scare me like it should have.
“I know,” he said. “I never want anything between us, Luna.” He slid off my panties next and tossed them against the tent wall. He pressed a kiss against the crease where my leg touched my pussy, and I whimpered. His rough palms slid up my torso and yanked off my sweater, leaving me in nothing but my bra. “It’s us. I only ever want to feel every wet, hot part of you when I’m inside that pussy.” He pressed another kiss to my belly button, the scratch of his facial hair sending my nerves into a chaotic frenzy. “I love filling you with my come.” He migrated upward, grabbed the cups of my bra, and yanked them down, spilling my tits out so his mouth could latch onto one of my hard beads. “And if that means,” he kissed the middle of my chest, “that you are pregnant, and grow round with my child, then that would be more than I could ever hope for. You’re my family.” Easton laid his hand over the lean lines of my stomach.
Somehow, in the middle of his little speech, he had gotten naked, but I hadn’t paid attention since he was kissing on my breasts. Sucking my nipples until they twinged with pain. He laved his tongue on my neck and sucked. “I’m going to marry you, Luna. You know it, and I know it.” He rammed inside me in one hard thrust, and I tossed my head back to moan when he placed his hand over my mouth to silence my cries. Easton nipped my chin, and he slid his fat inches out until the wide tip was all he left in. “You have to be quiet. We don’t want my brothers hearing us,” he whispered, thrusting back inside me with power I didn’t know he had. The thrusts were slow, but hard and punctual like he had something to prove to me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, dug my heels into his firm ass, and pulled him deeper. I wanted everything he wanted. I wanted to marry him, have his babies, build a home, everything that should have happened years ago, and it needed to happen now. I tightened my walls around his cock, and he grunted and stuttered his hips to a pause. “Do that again,” he slurred through desire and lust.
I clenched my inner walls and drew a salacious moan from deep within his chest. He let me play with him like that for a few minutes. We started to sweat, our skin on fire from the sexual spell cast over us. He reached between us and pinched my clit with two of his fingers before he started riding me again. He laid his forehead against his hand that covered my mouth and groaned. To silence him, I arched my back, and just like I knew he would, he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I didn’t know where he started and I ended. We were wrapped up in the moment, as one being, just trying to climb to the peak we could only reach together. Right when I was about to come, he pulled out of me, and I bit his hand, wanting to show him how unhappy I was about that.
“Did you just bite me?” His voice was torn between being turned on and pissed off, and that made my pussy flutter with excitement for his massive cock. “Naughty girl,” he said and flipped me over until my stomach, pushed my head on the pillows, and pushed his cock back into my hole. He was deeper like this. The position made my insides tighter, and with every rock, my clit rubbed against the blanket as he hit that special spot inside me that made my insides quiver.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and I didn’t know if he realized it, but he was being louder than me, so I decided to open my mouth and release the sounds he had been making me hide. I didn’t care if his brothers heard at that point.
Every ridge, every vein that filled his cock sent me closer to falling over the peak that I couldn’t wait to get to. He gripped my ass with one hand, fisting the flesh tight for leverage as he pounded into me. The tent started to sway from his thrusts. I glanced back and saw his body in the low light. Everything was dark, but the bonfire outside emanated a dark orange glow on one half of his body.
He looked ethereal, like a god from another place in time, claiming what he wanted and what was his.
Me.
The thought had my lower belly clenching as my orgasm whirled through me like a tidal wave, smashing into my bones and rattling me from the inside out. “Easton! Oh, Easton, yes. So good, so good,” I groaned and pressed my cheek against the pillow as I released my cream on his shaft.
Easton was the only man that made me fall apart while still feeling whole.
He was about to come. I felt it. The way he moved, the way he breathed, it told me everything I needed to know. I flexed my insides again, and he fell over me, curling his upper body around me, almost protectively as he bit down on my shoulder while he came, flooding my channel until I felt him leaking out of me.
I love you.
The words were on the tip of my tongue. Why couldn’t I just say them?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Easton
The police had no luck searching for Willard Hopkins, the arsonist that swept through like a hurricane and rained havoc down on our town. The only person who reported to have seen him was Luna. No one else had laid an eye on the outsider.
It worried me.
It made me wonder if his intentions were to only make himself seen by Luna.
When we left the campsite yesterday, Luna had been in better spirits. Things didn’t seem so heavy. I felt that way too, but I remained vigilant. Right now, me, Oliver, and London were helping with the boutique. A construction crew was working on the fitting rooms. Luna had already received boxes full of clothes and dresses, but she couldn’t hang them yet becau
se the clothing racks hadn’t come in yet. Plus, she didn’t want any of the dust from the construction to ruin them.
I was proud of her. I leaned against the wall and just watched her talk to the construction worker about what she wanted done with the fitting rooms. She spoke with her hands, waving them around wildly, and the worker looked amused.
Too amused.
I narrowed my eyes at him and watched as he checked out my woman.
“Don’t do it,” Oliver said from beside me as he cleaned the windows. Every now and then I’d hear the spray bottle squirt, and then the scrubbing motion of the rag against the window.
“Don’t do what?”